#sorry I didn’t think I’d yap a lot about this (=´∀｀)

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Random question; what do you think of the new update; Shadow milk cookie?

To be completely honest, Beast Yeast Chapter 2 was good but at the same time, a little disappointing for me ε-(´∀｀; )

(Putting a read more here because I know the story details are super new and don’t wanna spoil anyone accidentally.)

- Spoilers for Beast Yeast Episode 2 -

The ending with that amazing cutscene of White Lily outsmarting Shadow Milk was hype, I’ll not deny that. And Elder Faerie giving her that one bit of courage was very sweet too qwq

I think how Shadow Milk acts and what he does in the story has a lot to do with my disappointment with this part of the story. :0

When Shadow Milk was introduced with the other Beasts in the teaser vid, I was like oh shit, powerful mastermind character whose a jester, this is gonna be good. And so I was ready for him to really mess with the characters’ heads, either by unveiling some new truth or turn people against each other!

So when I read through this chapter, I realized I may have expected too much. ε-(´∀｀; )

He messed with them alright, specifically Pure Vanilla, but instead of an experienced puppeteer, he came off more as… a sore loser :P I’m saying this as someone who like him, btw!!

I mean it makes sense, considering everything! His play gimmick was fun but felt more like Shadow Milk taking the opportunity to puff up his own ego and finally make fun of people. Which would be fine if it wasn’t for the fact that our heroes’ reaction to it was “Oh, don’t believe his lies! He likes to cause confusion and chaos! He takes the truth and covers it in lies!!”

Like…he’s not really lying, he’s just retelling the story in a way that makes him and his friends look good in the most blatant way possible. Like they act he’s manipulating them in some grand way when reasonably, them and us, the audience, know what’s truth anyways.

I hope this makes sense, I’m not great at explaining stuff (￣▽￣;) I just think the pure vanilla mental conflict was the closest to what I wanted to see for Shadow Milk but even that has some lost potential.

I think that’s a good way for me to summarize it- missed potential.

[deepspacedarling]

Random Headcanons for the LADS Boys

Warnings: none, this is just silly.

AN: these are just random things I believe in my heart of hearts is true about each of these boys. We need more random info about these boys. I want to know which shoe they put on first when they get dressed.

Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus, Caleb

Xavier

Really good with a yo-yo. Like insanely good. He’s dexterous in general but his yo-yo skills are mesmerizing.

That man always has a coupon. He is a bargain finder. Can sniff out the discount stickers in the supermarket like a bloodhound.

Awful at laundry. He’ll wait for it all to pile up and then do it. He’s too lazy to fold it and put it away though so he’ll just live out of the clean laundry hamper until he needs to do laundry again. And the cycle continues.

Zayne

Really passionate about following the rules in a board game. He’s the one who’s got the rules next to him and constantly referencing them to make sure that no one is cheating.

He’s lactose intolerant but if you think that’s going to stop him from eating ice cream, you’ve got another thing coming. It's him and his lactaid pills against the world.

A really good dancer. He took dancer lessons at some point in his life and never brings it up. He only ever uses the skills for traditional dances like waltzes but if you asked him to salsa with you, not only could he but he’d surprise you by how good he is at it.

Rafayel

He doesn’t use his blinker. And he speeds. Good luck everyone else on the road. He only ever gets car sick if someone else is driving but when it’s him, he’s perfectly fine even when he’s doing crazy stuff behind the wheel.

Kicks in his sleep. He’s dreaming of swimming so he moves a lot. It’s cute up until he nearly rolls over on top of you because he’s dreaming about peeking himself in a rock to sun tan.

He loves canceling plans. Not on you but in general. He’ll spend hours getting ready but if you suddenly say “Hey, I’d rather stay in.” He’s already changed and comfy again before you’ve even finished the sentence.

Sylus

Wears contacts to see. He has reading glasses but he doesn’t use them often. He’d rather suffer and squint if his contacts aren’t in.

While he didn’t watch reality TV shows, Luke and Kieran do and so he knows A LOT about them because the boys stay yapping about it.

His sneeze is INSANELY loud. He doesn’t notice but everyone else in the house does. Luke and Kieran can hear him sneeze from the floor above.

Caleb

Will drink directly from the milk carton and he’s not sorry. He’ll do it again.

He’ll tell you he doesn’t want to watch your show with you and then stand behind the couch through the whole episode watching anyway. He'll ask questions but he won't sit down. When you invite him to sit, he tells you he’s about to leave. This happens for several episodes in a row.

Make old man noises sometimes. Like coughs and grunts and random wheezing sounds. He doesn’t notice he’s doing it but you do.

Requests are Open!

[dilf-luvr-4evr]

Husband! & Dad!Arthur Morgan headcanons!! idk about this but some people seemed to love the one where reader is pregnant so 👉🏼👈🏼 thank you!!! <3

no warnings, just fluff, mentions of Christianity, f!Reader

from the way he talked to the bath girls, it seems like he’s someone who’d talk to you about how hard his day has been :( he secretly likes to be babied fr!!!

might not be used to having someone listen to him yap at first with his “alright, I’ll shut up now.” But you INSIST on hearing his crazy stories and he smiles, tries to keep going even though he feels bad.

that was the beginning of the relationship. Now he goes straight home to you all, “honey, you would never believe-” and you could tell the gossip is gonna be juicy.

Arthur “loyal” Morgan getting blackout drunk and rejecting you because he’s married. I need him desperately.

“You must have a feller,” he smirks, eyes half lidded and his ‘r’s all slurred.

“Mhm, I do. A very handsome one too,” you played along.

“I got a beautiful wife m’self,” he smiles wide, leaning forward and almost falling. “I’d marry you if I didn’t.”

though you aren’t religious, you tell Arthur that you end up quite lucky in life because you were christened as a baby. You asked him if your baby could go through christening as well, wanting them to have a good start in life with protection from God.

he was still paying off his bounties at the time. Seeing his fate in the past, he decided to agree.

“What the hell, why not,” he said, surprising you. “As long as it ain’t done by Swanson.” He needs all the luck he could get.

HIM AS A GIRL DAD OUGHHHH

I feel like he gets these spontaneous outbursts sometimes? He can be a lil grumpy but his baby daughter would definitely soften that.

imagine him suddenly getting angry at something she did and she starts crying :( it would ABSOLUTELY break his heart and he’d panic every time :(((

“I’m sorry alright? I’m sorry baby girl..” “y’know I didn’t mean that right?” “Please stop crying darlin’ :(”

might also make her cry from his awful, terrible teasing and his stupid “oh c’mon, I’m just messin’ with ya!” He’s so mean sometimes booo

speaking of mean, I just know he’d be the sassiest, judgiest, snarkiest man when his daughter brings home a partner. Imagine the Kieran treatment…………

maybe not if it’s a girlfriend. If it’s a boyfriend? Poor guy will have to prove himself good enough for Arthur’s baby!!!

don’t worry, he’ll soften up when he remembers how he used to be treated by Mary’s dad HAHA

the Morgan house probably has lots of pets! I don’t think he would mind the strays that you and the kids just randomly bring home.

he’d just call them “girl” or “boy” (boah!) and you’d have to fix him or all of them comes over at the same time.

he probably draws his family a lot or takes pictures!!! All of his family’s photos on the walls, by his bedside table, in his journal for when he travels :(((((((

he would only travel when he needs to! Gets very anxious and worried and tries to go home as quick as possible even if it means not sleeping :(

he can sleep later in your arms for as long as you’d let him anyway!!! (Secretly a small spoon sometimes, deal with it)

the biggest sigh of relief when he hears his family welcoming him, when he sees them running to him, when he feels them hugging him (I’m sobbing)

from how the girls at camp make him take them somewhere or get them things, you can tell he’s probably gonna be such a pushover for his little family omg

you can ask him to do the craziest things you could think of (he’s done much worse anyway!!!) but this time his payment is just one “please?” And he would do just about anything for his family :(

he’d never admit it — not even to himself — but your smiles are more rewarding than any money he’s ever received <3

my masterlist

thank you for reading!! 🫶🏼

[sillystarr565]

what do you think little smilk’s age range is? he sounds really small from what you’ve said

I don’t think there’s like a specific age he regresses too personally,, esp after like one bajillion years of living an being immortal and all that it’s hard to narrow it down to som numbers (totally not projecting my own inability to know what range I go byy… not at all,,,) but!!! I made a little diagram thingy that hopefully shows my thoguhts (clic for better quality!!)

so sos so again I don’t feel like there’s like, just one specific range he reverts to, I’d imagine constantly getting older (with no end in sight it seems) he’ll be bound to slip into many various states n phases generally but there are three stages I thinks about real often (yap incoming,, under the cut to save some space :3)

I feel like he’d (on rare occasion) indulge himself in his old scriptures n notes an stuff during his time as the fount of knowledge, allowing himself to remember who he was and in a way embracing that initial truth he pushed himself away from in a more gentle way, reminiscing on more nicer memories and so on instead of playing the fool all the time..,, by doing that he’d kinda go in this half kinda regression? Like a mix between his playful jester-sona and Fount of Knowledge if that makes sense,, like getting excited again by his old works n kind of sparking that original passion he had for learning and sharing information n stuff, and wanting to ramble to his minions about it while keeping up that playfulness he’s grown to personify as a jester!

I mentioned this on the first little smc post I made ever in the tags that I dont know if he would know about his own regression or not, but his default or most common behaviour for me is like,, the low energy, unusually calm kind of one ya knoww? When he’s out of it he wouldn’t really be able to keep up that quirky silly energetic funny guy act I think!! He’s small and he can’t process that!! he’s just got a lot (or maybe nothing at all even) on his mind,, Like usually you’d just think at first glance someone who was like this was just tired or something n brush it off,, but it’s really odd when that person is shadow milk cookie?!!! anyway he’s lowww energy little guy,, he’d like to do his arts n crafts n stuff, though his artwork may be a bit sloppier than his usual standards,, but he’s small!! He don’t care he just want to draw fr! don’t really wanna talk lots,, short answers and huffs,,, and and I think he’d like reading too!! Reading is good he likes doing that n will read up on folklore n children’s literature especially.. fairytales…… rrhahahgg!!

And little!!! Little guy with the short hair on the right side umm,,m is kind a a self indulgent thing for myself I’ll be honest,, I jus really like drawin little very teeny tinys but!! I would like to imagine smc shapeshifting physically smaller when small after he realizing/understanding when this happens, and accepting that part of himself after a little while of denial and shame with Pv being there to help him along of course (don’t ever be ashamed! Of! Regresssing!!! Btw!! You’re healing and coping and that is wonderful!!!)

I think he’d start off doing it as like,, jus a way to get Pv’s attention lots more easily maybe if he’s in a more playful mood or something but Idk maybe he’d potentially just. Start doing it subconsciously if he does it enough times to get used to it

Anyway!!! That’s the end of my yap thank you for reading an if you didn’t that’s :p sorry if anything was confusing I have a bit of trouble explaining things

[lilmisshellfireswritingblog]

Play With Fire - Johnny Storm x fem!Reader

Authors Note: Well, since we have officially been introduced to MCU Johnny Storm, here's a little one shot I wrote a month ago because I am absolutely feral for Johnny Storm. We don't know much about how he's going to be portrayed so, I used my imagination. I hope you enjoy!

PS: Smut is not my forte so I hope it's...satisfactory.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, contains adult content, DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT 18+, smut, lots of fire puns (I'm not sorry or maybe I am), lots of yapping

Pairings: Johnny Storm x fem!reader

Word Count: 6k+

The glimmering lights of the charity gala bathed the New York skyline in golden hues, casting long shadows on the sleek, chrome surfaces decorating the event. The décor was a striking blend of mid-century modern aesthetics—smooth, flowing lines, geometric shapes, and vibrant colors—reminiscent of a time when the future was just a few glamorous steps away and held a more optimistic approach. 

You didn’t want to be here but there you were, trapped in a sea of tuxedos and satin gowns, your father’s arm draped possessively over your shoulder like a shield. It had been his idea to bring you along, of course, a desperate attempt to put up a "family-first" front after the affair rumor hit the front pages of The New York Post a week ago.

You hated galas. You hated the small talk, the polite smiles, and the thinly veiled gossip that filled the air. You hated the way your father’s overbearing presence had turned the night into a performance, with you as the unwilling starlet.

“I’ll only be a minute,” your father whispered to you, his fingers tightening around your arm in that way that said, don’t move. “Keep a smile on your face. This is important. Our family needs this.”

You barely suppressed a groan, nodding stiffly before he was off, mingling with the city's elite. His eyes, always sharp, locked onto the wealthy faces around him, like a predator hunting for its next meal.

You took a deep breath, turning away from the throng of people, hoping for a moment of solitude. The jazz band played in the background, their smooth melodies swirling in the air. You found yourself in the back corner, near a large glass window overlooking the city.

A tall, broad-shouldered figure stepped into the room, a confident swagger to his stride. Johnny Storm, better known to the world as the Human Torch, was hard to miss. His sharp blue eyes gleamed, his blonde hair tousled just enough to look casually effortless. He was, of course, dressed to the nines—a sleek black suit that hugged his athletic frame and a white shirt that gleamed in the ambient evening lights.

You knew who he was. Everyone did. His exploits were plastered across every major newspaper and the tabloids couldn’t get enough of his charisma and charm. He was a man of fire, literally and figuratively, the kind of person who seemed born for attention.

There was something different about him tonight. No flames. No flashy heroics. Just Johnny, looking slightly out of place amidst the formality of the gala.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes when he caught sight of you and flashed a grin, as if he’d spotted an old friend. “Well, well,” he said with a teasing smirk, his voice warm with amusement. “What’s a beautiful woman like you hiding in the corner all by herself? You look like you could use some company.”

You arched an eyebrow. “Not really,” you replied, crossing your arms as you leaned against the glass. “I’d rather be anywhere but here, to be honest.”

Johnny’s grin faltered for a split second, then he chuckled. “Yeah, I get that. These things can be a pain. All the smiles and the handshakes and small talk.” He leaned against the wall next to you, hands in his pockets. “You’re not here for the free drinks, then?”

You shook your head. “My father dragged me here. He thinks it’ll fix... everything.” You waved vaguely toward the sea of tuxedos and gowns. “But you know how it is—people with money can’t stand to be seen as anything less than perfect.”

“Yeah,” Johnny said, his tone thoughtful, as he glanced around. “I get the pressure. I mean, being a public figure comes with a lot of... expectations.” He flashed a grin, a little wry. “You’d be surprised how many charity galas I’ve attended for reasons that had nothing to do with actual charity.”

You gave him a skeptical look. “You? I would’ve guessed you'd be more of a ‘save the day, destroy the bad guys’ type.”

Johnny laughed, his expression softening as he pushed off the wall and stepped a little closer. “That’s mostly me, but tonight… tonight I’m just Johnny. No fire. No superpowers. Just a guy who’s probably as uncomfortable as you are.” He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. “You know, I was thinking about ditching this whole thing and heading to a dive bar. Could be more fun. You in?”

Your lips twitched upward. “I’m supposed to be here for my father. This whole thing’s a mess.”

Johnny shrugged. “Tell you what then. When your father’s done playing the ‘perfect family’ game, I’ll swing by and whisk you away for some real fun. In the meantime, if you ever need a distraction, just holler for me, doll. I’m pretty good at getting people out of awkward situations.”

You met his gaze, amused and a little skeptical, but something about his laid-back confidence and easy charm made the idea tempting. "I'll keep that in mind," you said, your voice softer now.

Johnny’s eyes flickered over to the crowd for a moment, his gaze thoughtful. “You’re probably sick of being the center of attention,” he said quietly. “I get it. Sometimes you just need a break from all the... stuff.”

You gave a short, quiet laugh. “If only it were that easy.”

Johnny’s grin returned, this time a little softer, more genuine. “Well, if you need a superhero to make your night a little less superficial, you know where to find me.”

Before you could respond, he turned with a wink, slipping back into the crowd, disappearing into the sea of well-dressed faces.

You stayed where you were for a while longer, the sound of the gala and the distant jazz playing in the background. Johnny Storm, the Human Torch, was one of the last people you’d ever expect to feel any kind of kinship with, but for a few moments, he’d made you feel a little less trapped in the fake world your father had built around you.

And in a night full of forced smiles and shallow conversation, that small bit of genuine connection felt like a flicker of light in a sea of cold steel and polished chrome.

The gala was starting to wind down. The last glasses of champagne had been sipped, the tables cleared, and the final whispers of forced pleasantries echoed through the room. Yet, despite the event nearing its end, the energy hadn’t quite shifted. The jazz band had given way to a recorded track—a gritty, energetic tune that you instantly recognized.

"Play With Fire" by The Rolling Stones.

The heavy, seductive beat reverberated through the room, slinking through the air with a raw, untamed edge. It was unexpected. Unusual for a place that so carefully curated its atmosphere with smiles and good intentions. But there it was—one of the most rebellious songs of the time, now lacing the air, intoxicating and dangerous.

Somehow, as if it were fate, amidst the sea of tailored suits and glittering gowns, Johnny Storm appeared again, walking toward you like he had some kind of magnetic pull.

He flashed you a smile, his eyes gleaming under the cool, metallic lighting, his posture still effortless and relaxed despite the formality of the event. “Didn’t think they’d play this here,” he said, nodding toward the speakers, his voice amused. “I mean, talk about ruining the mood.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the deep growl of the guitar riff matching the beat of your heart. "Definitely not the kind of song you'd expect at a gala like this."

Johnny tilted his head slightly, the mischievous grin never leaving his face. “You know what? I’ve got an idea.” Without waiting for your response, he extended a hand toward you, a playful gleam in his eyes. “Dance with me.”

Your first instinct was to refuse. You weren’t in the mood for any more attention, and honestly, you didn’t dance. However, something about Johnny's easy confidence and charms, the casual way he dared you to step out of the perfectly controlled lines of this polished world, made you hesitate.

He wasn’t asking for anything extravagant, not some perfect ballroom spin or rehearsed routine. He was just... offering a moment.

For a heartbeat, you just stared at him. And then, as the chorus of “Play With Fire” blasted louder, you shrugged and took his hand. "Alright, Mr. Storm. Let’s see what you’ve got."

His grin spread even wider as he gently pulled you toward the center of the floor. The room seemed to narrow around you. Those who had been murmuring and sipping champagne suddenly halted as they took in the scene. 

But you didn’t care. Not now.

Johnny’s hand rested lightly on your waist, his other still holding yours as the two of you moved together. The pulse of the song matched your quickening heartbeat, and, for once, you didn’t mind the eyes on you.

The music seemed to speak to both of you, something unrestrained and reckless—something wild that had been suppressed by all the proper rules of society. Johnny’s movements were smooth, fluid, and effortless. He had the confidence of a man who knew exactly how to make the world bend to his will, and yet, somehow, his presence didn’t feel as overwhelming as you would assume.

You stepped in time with him, your own body moving with a freedom you hadn’t expected. The lyrics about temptation and fire seemed to mirror the electrifying pull between you. There was something present that was dangerous but exhilarating. Forbidden but impossible to resist.

You looked up at him, half in surprise, half in something else you couldn’t quite name. His eyes flickered back to you, almost searching, but not in a way that made you uncomfortable. No, it was more like he was giving you the space to decide just how far you'd go, how far you'd let this wild, reckless moment carry you.

“You know,” Johnny said as he guided you through a slow turn, his voice low, “they say if you play with fire, you’re bound to get burned.”

You raised an eyebrow, the edges of your lips curling upward. "You know what they say about fire, right?" you teased, spinning under his arm. "It can warm you up just as easily as it can scorch you."

He gave you a roguish wink, pulling you close again as the song picked up speed. “I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?”

The world around you seemed to fade away as the music built in intensity. The room, the gala, the whispers—everything was irrelevant in that moment. All that existed was the two of you moving in sync to the rhythm, bodies close, the heat of his touch igniting a spark in you that you hadn’t expected.

The song surged toward its climax, the pounding drums pushing the beat faster, wilder. Johnny’s hand slipped lower to the small of your back, pulling you flush against him, and the space between you vanished entirely. You could feel the heat of him. His body was a living furnace against yours, the friction of his energy igniting something within you, something that had always been held in check by the carefully constructed life you’d been forced to live.

You danced like you were both on the edge of a cliff, teetering on the line between control and surrender. Johnny’s laugh was infectious as he spun you one last time, a wild, unrestrained sound that made you realize how much you’d been holding back all night. He twirled you back into his arms, the song roaring in your ears as you laughed. 

The moment lingered there, suspended in time. A brief but intense escape from the world you’d known.

When the final notes of "Play With Fire" echoed through the room, you stood there, breathless and laughing softly, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Well,” Johnny said, grinning down at you like a devil. “I think we’re both burned.”

You caught your breath, a little dizzy from the rush but you didn’t mind. “Yeah. Maybe. But it was worth it.”

He gave you a knowing look, eyes full of something that was both playful and... something more. He was the Human Torch, but in that moment, he wasn’t just fire. He was a spark that could have burned everything or lit a whole new path. 

And maybe, for the first time all night, you felt like you were standing on the edge of something that wasn’t entirely out of your control.

Johnny winked, lowering his head so his lips were resting at the crest of your ear, his voice just above a whisper. “Sometimes, the best part about playing with fire is the burn.”

You smiled, feeling the heat of it in every fiber of your being. You hadn’t expected to find anything real tonight, but then again, you hadn’t expected to dance with a superhero to this song either. It was dangerous. Reckless.

It felt like freedom. That was the best part of it all. 

The last notes of "Play With Fire" still echoed in your ears, even though the beat had long since faded, replaced by the hum of a million voices, all of them too eager to return to the business of looking perfect.

You had somehow ended up on the edge of the dance floor, your breath still uneven, your pulse racing from more than just the rhythm of the music. Johnny stood beside you, his smile more subdued now, a knowing glint in his eyes as if he understood that something in you had shifted—something you hadn’t expected to feel tonight. The dance had been reckless, free, but the moment you’d stepped back, the world around you had tried to pull you back into place.

His presence, however, still felt like a spark. An electricity you didn’t want to let go of. Not yet. 

“Well,” Johnny said, his voice quieter now, the earlier mischievous tone replaced with something a little softer. “That was fun.”

You shot him a look, half-amused, half-skeptical. “Fun? You could say that again.” Your laugh was a little more breathless than you intended, but you didn’t care. It felt good to be this... unfolded for once.

“You know,” he continued, stepping just a little closer, the heat of his body still too tempting, “the night doesn’t have to end here. There’s a spot… a little hidden place I go to when I need a break from all this.” He gestured toward the glittering ballroom, the clinking of glasses and forced chatter drifting in the background. “It’s up on the rooftop. Private. Quiet. I think you’d like it.”

You raised an eyebrow, trying to ignore the sudden flutter in your stomach. Of course, Johnny Storm had a “private spot” for everything. He was, after all, the Human Torch—effortless, smooth, always in control. However, there was something about the way he said it, about the quiet invitation in his voice that made it hard to ignore. Maybe you did want to escape the fake smiles and phony pleasantries.

You glanced toward the entrance of the ballroom, where your father was still busy shaking hands with some benefactor from the event, lost in his world of polished deals. You hadn’t been looking forward to more of that tonight.

A part of you, the part that had spent so long just trying to keep things together, felt that pull. You needed to break free, even if just for a moment. And another part of you? The part that had danced with Johnny, felt his heat like an actual flare against your skin? That part wanted to see where this could go.

“Fuck it,” you said, your voice quieter than you expected. “Lead the way..”

Johnny’s grin returned, the familiar flash of confidence lighting up his face. Without another word, he took your hand, guiding you through the crowd with a smoothness that barely made anyone notice. His fingers curled gently around yours, warm, sure, the touch casual yet intentional. It was like he knew exactly how to move in this world—his world—while making it feel like it was all about you in that moment.

You followed him through a door to the back of the venue, into a dimly lit corridor that led to a discreet elevator. Johnny pressed the button without a word, his eyes briefly meeting yours. There was something unspoken between you two, something that felt like it had been building without either of you realizing it.

The elevator ride was quick, almost too quick, and when the doors slid open, you stepped out onto the rooftop.

The air hit you first, the cool night breeze sweeping through the garden, carrying the scent of the city mixed with something sweet and floral. It was a sharp contrast to the glossy, manufactured world of the gala below. Here, on the private rooftop, everything felt different. The towering buildings of Manhattan stretched in all directions, but above, it was quieter. More intimate.

Johnny led you through the garden, where lush greenery contrasted against the stark steel and glass of the city around you. The lights here were soft, golden, hidden beneath the plants, casting just enough light to make the space feel almost like a dream. The far-off hum of the city was muted here, and the distant skyline stretched like a canvas of muted lights.

“This is… nice,” you murmured, taking it all in. The silence, the peace, the fact that for a moment, you weren’t anywhere but right here with Johnny. No cameras, no whispers, no obligations.

“I come up here when I need a break from the chaos,” Johnny said, his voice quieter now, matching the serenity of the space. He stopped beside a stone bench, and you both stood for a moment, taking in the view together. “Sometimes it’s good to just… get away. I don’t know about you, but tonight felt like I needed to breathe.”

You nodded, feeling the truth of that. The gala had been suffocating in its own way. Full of too many expectations, too many eyes watching. Too much of your father’s mask.

Johnny leaned against the edge of a low wall, hands in his pockets, his body slightly turned toward you. His eyes, usually so full of energy and fire, seemed softer in the dim light of the rooftop garden. “I wasn’t sure you’d actually come up here,” he admitted with a small smile. “Most people aren’t exactly keen on leaving the spotlight. But I like that you did.”

You shrugged, trying to play it cool, but the rush from the dance still lingered, making it hard to keep your calm exterior. “What can I say? I needed a change of scenery. I guess you could say you have a way of making people want to step out of their comfort zone. Besides, the spotlight isn’t my thing. Never was.”

He chuckled, and there was a genuine warmth to it. “I don’t know if it’s me, or just that sometimes you need someone who isn’t afraid to break the rules.”

You met his eyes again and for a moment, it felt like the world around you had gone still. The wind was the only thing moving, brushing through your hair and ruffling Johnny’s shirt just slightly. And yet, there was an electricity between you two, quiet but undeniable.

“You’re a rule breaker, huh?” you asked, your voice low and teasing.

Johnny’s smile turned a little more wicked, that familiar mischief lighting up his face again. “Maybe,” he said, pushing off from the wall and stepping closer, his eyes never leaving yours. “Maybe it’s just that… sometimes the rules are there to be bent.”

He was close now, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating off him, the same heat that had burned so bright on the dance floor. His presence was magnetic, inescapable, and you had to fight the urge to step closer to him.

“Well, I think you’ve already set my night on fire,” you said, voice a little breathless.

Johnny didn’t say anything in response. Instead, he took another step closer, his hand gently brushing against yours. His touch was electric, like he was waiting for you to make the next move.

You could feel the tension building between you—every heartbeat, every breath. The city below, the skyline, and the quiet garden was all just background noise now.

“Maybe we should just let the night burn then,” Johnny said softly, his voice deep and seductive, like he was speaking just for you. 

You didn’t know what you were stepping into, but right then, under the stars with Johnny Storm, you didn’t need to. You let go of the last of your reservations.

And for the first time tonight, you let the fire take you.

Johnny was close, closer than you’d expected. His presence, that electric heat that never quite seemed to dissipate, was undeniable. His eyes were on you, dark and steady, but there was something different in them now. There was now something softer, more deliberate than the playful energy that had defined their banter earlier in the night.

You stood beside him, heart racing, mind whirling. The dance had been the first spark, the moment when something unexpected flickered between you. But now? The air felt thick with unspoken words, each one hanging in the space between you like a slow-burning fuse.

“You know,” Johnny said, his voice low and surprisingly serious, “I don’t come up here often with anyone. It’s usually just me and the stars, you know? The chaos gets too loud sometimes. But tonight… Tonight it feels different.”

Your heart skipped a beat. He wasn’t talking about the view or the quiet of the rooftop anymore. He was talking about you. Something about his tone, about the way his words wrapped around you, sent a shiver down your spine. The fire in him had shifted. The flippant hero, always surrounded by chaos and light, was now speaking softly, his words like an invitation, a promise.

“I get that,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “This is nice. Peaceful. I could see why you wouldn’t want to share it.”

Johnny took a half-step closer, the space between you narrowing until his breath was warm on your face. His blue eyes—those beautiful stormy, electric eyes—searched yours like he was looking for permission, or maybe waiting for you to make the first move. The gravity between you was palpable, magnetic. Everything else faded into the background. All that mattered was the two of you standing there, in the heart of the rooftop garden, this space between chaos and quiet.

“Yeah,” Johnny said, his lips curving into a slow, unsteady smile. “I’ve been thinking... maybe I’m the kind of guy who can burn things down and fly, but I also know when it’s time to stop and just... feel. Not many people know that about me.”

His words wrapped around you like a firestorm, the heat of them sinking deep into your chest. It was too much and yet it was everything you’d been craving all night. No pretense. No walls. Just the raw pull of the moment, the intensity that was flaring between you two like a flame in the dark.

With no more hesitation, Johnny’s hand lifted, slow but sure, as though he was asking for permission even now. His fingers brushed against your cheek, warm and light, his touch like a spark against your skin. His thumb traced the line of your jaw, the touch so intimate that it made your breath hitch.

“You don’t have to worry,” he murmured, his voice low, just for you. “I won’t burn you.”

You swallowed, your own breath a little shaky. Something wild had taken hold of you, some primal urge that told you not to hold back. You stepped into him, closing the last of the distance between you.

“I’m not afraid of getting burned,” you said, your voice a little hoarse. 

Johnny’s eyes flickered with something hot, something unrestrained. And then, without another word, he pulled you toward him, his lips crashing into yours with a hunger that matched the fire he carried inside. The kiss was everything you’d imagined and more urgent, intense, full of heat, yet strangely soft. His lips were warm, the taste of him a mixture of whiskey and something electric, something undeniably him.

His hands slid to your back, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you. You could feel the warmth of him. His body. His energy. It surged through you like a live wire. You kissed him back, your own hands rising to tangle in his hair, feeling the wild heat of his touch consume you, like he was setting a fire inside you that you didn’t know how to extinguish.

For a moment, there was nothing but the heat of the kiss, the steady rhythm of your heartbeats echoing through your chest. The world had fallen away. There were no rumors, no expectations, no father or gala or fake smiles. There was only the two of you, locked in this perfect, intoxicating moment, a kiss that felt like it could burn down the whole city and leave nothing but the ashes.

When you pulled back, just for a breath, Johnny’s eyes were darker than before, smoldering with something that went deeper than the fire he controlled. His chest rose and fell with each breath, but he didn’t step away. Instead, his forehead leaned against yours, and he whispered your name, like it was a secret he’d been dying to share.

You couldn’t help but smile, your fingers still tangled in his hair, your chest pressed against his. There was a quiet calm in you now, something that had been absent the entire night. Something that told you, even with all the fire and heat, maybe this was just the beginning.

“Maybe you’re more than just fire, Johnny Storm,” you whispered back. “Maybe you’re something a little softer. Less dangerous than you put on. Fire can be beautiful too. It’s not always destructive.”

Johnny’s laugh was low, his lips brushing against yours in a quick, gentle kiss before he pulled back just enough to meet your gaze. “Maybe,” he said, voice teasing but tender, “but I still have a few flames left to share.”

As the night stretched on, with the soft breeze swirling around you and the city still pulsing below, you knew one thing for certain: there was no going back. Not after this. Not after the fire had burned so bright between you.

You weren’t sure you even wanted to go back.

The city lights below flickered like a sea of stars, but up there on the rooftop, the night felt different. The soft hum of the wind moving through the plants, all of it was a contrast to the tension crackling between you and Johnny. The kiss you’d shared earlier hadn’t been enough—it was only the beginning of something more. Something you couldn’t quite control.

You needed more. 

Johnny stood close to you. Too close. But you didn’t want him to step back. His scent lingered in the air around you, a mix of the fresh outdoors and something smoky, something undeniably him. His eyes, dark and electric, never left yours, and every beat of your heart seemed to echo between you. His lips were slightly parted, his breath shallow, like he was waiting for you to make the next move.

“Don’t look at me like that, baby,” Johnny says breathlessly. “You’re playing with fire.”

You felt a thrill run through you at the words. Everything about him. From his cocky grin, the edge of danger in his voice, the way his body practically hummed with heat… He was irresistible. You tilted your head slightly, daring him with a soft smile.

“I think you’re the one who started the fire, Johnny,” you said, your voice low, teasing. It wasn’t a challenge, not exactly, but it felt like one all the same. Something between the two of you had shifted and now there was no going back.

Johnny took a step closer, his heat radiating off him like a furnace. You could feel the air between you thickening, crackling with an energy you hadn’t known you craved until now. His hand reached for you, slow and deliberate, but he didn’t touch you just yet. Instead, his fingers hovered near your waist, the slightest of touches, making you ache for more.

“You sure you can handle it?” Johnny murmured, his voice almost playful, but there was an underlying intensity in his words.

You swallowed, your pulse racing. “You’re the one who’s burning up,” you whispered, taking a small step forward, closing the last bit of distance between you.

Your pulse quickens at Johnny's bold words, your  breath catching in her throat. You look up at him through hooded lashes, your heart racing in anticipation. 

“Is that a promise or a threat?” you ask, you voice barely above a whisper. With a sudden burst of courage, you wrap your arms around Johnny's neck, pulling him flush against your body. You can feel the heat radiating off his body, mingling with the cool night air. 

“Because either way, I'm willing to take the risk,” you confess, your lips hovering tantalizingly close to his. You close the final distance, pressing your  mouth to Johnny's in a searing kiss. Your tongue darts out, teasing the seam of his lips before delving inside to tangle with his.

Johnny groans into the kiss, his arms snaking around your waist to pull her tighter against him. He returns your passion with equal fervor, his tongue dancing with yours in a sensual duel. The taste of you is intoxicating, and he drinks it greedily, lost in the heady rush of desire. Breaking the kiss, Johnny trails his lips down your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. He lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he presses your back against the cold stone wall. The hard planes of his body molded perfectly against your body. Johnny grinds his hips into yours, letting you feel the evidence of his arousal.

“Tell me you want this,” Johnny said breathlessly, his intense gaze on you.

You cling to him, your nails digging into his shoulders as he pins you against the wall. The rough texture of the stone contrasts sharply with the heat of Johnny's body, making you acutely aware of every point of contact.

“Yes, God yes,” you moan, your hips bucking against his in a desperate bid for friction. “I want this. Burn me alive, Mr. Storm.”

Your words are punctuated by a series of urgent kisses, your mouth seeking out Johnny's with a hunger that borders on desperation. Your hands roam over his chest, feeling the defined muscles beneath his suit. You want to tear the fabric away, to expose the man beneath and claim him as your own.

“That's the spirit,” Johnny praises, his voice thick with lust. He captures your lips again, devouring you with a primal intensity that leaves you breathless and wanting more. His hands roam freely over your curves, squeezing and kneading the supple flesh. Johnny slips a hand beneath your skirt, his fingers tracing the lace of your panties before pushing them aside to delve into your slick heat. Johnny groans, his thumb finding your clit and starts rubbing it in slow, tortuous circles. “You're so wet for me already. I can't wait to taste you.” 

With a swift motion, Johnny rips open your dress, the fabric ripping with ease. He palms your bare breasts, thumbs flicking over your nipples until they pebble under his touch. 

“You're perfect,” he rasps, leaning in to capture a pert bud between his teeth.

You cry out, you back arching as Johnny teases your sensitive nipples. The sensation of his hot mouth on your skin sends jolts of pleasure straight to your core, making you throb around his invading fingers. “Oh fuck, Johnny!” you gasp, your hips grinding wildly against his hand. “Don't stop, please…” 

Lost in the haze of desire, you fumble with the fastenings of Johnny's trousers, desperate to free his straining erection. You need to feel him. All of him. As if reading your mind, Johnny relieves you of the task, swiftly shedding his pants and underwear. His cock springs free, thick and pulsing with need. You wrap your hand around it, stroking the velvety length with reverence.

A hoarse cry tears from your throat as Johnny thrusts inside you completely, stretching your inner walls to their limit. The sudden intrusion triggers a wave of intense pleasure that courses through your veins, leaving you trembling and breathless.

“Johnny... oh god, yes!” you moan, your nails digging into his shoulders as you adjust to his size. You start to roll your hips, experimenting with the delicious friction as Johnny remains still inside you. The sensation of his hot, hard length nestled deep within your core is almost overwhelming, stoking the flames of your desire to new heights. Impatient to move, you clench your inner muscles around Johnny's cock, urging him to start thrusting. “Please, Johnny,” you beg, your voice husky with need.

Johnny's restraint snaps at your pleading and he begins to move, setting a relentless pace that has you crying out in ecstasy. Each powerful thrust drives him deeper, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the night air. 

“You're so damn tight,” Johnny growls, his eyes locked on your face as he watches you come undone beneath him. “I can feel every inch of you milking my cock. It’s driving me crazy.”

He leans down to capture your lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing your moans as he pounds into you with increasing ferocity. The rooftop garden blurs around them, replaced by a world consisting solely of heat, hunger, and the primal urge to claim and be claimed. Johnny breaks the kiss to trail his mouth down your neck, biting and sucking at the delicate skin. 

“Come for me, baby,” Johnny mutters into your neck, panting as he kept up with his relenting pace. “Come for me.”

The combination of his rough treatment and the unrelenting rhythm of his thrusts pushes you closer to the edge. Your inner walls begin to flutter and clench, signaling your impending climax. You wrap your legs tightly around Johnny's waist, locking your ankles behind his back to draw him impossibly deeper. 

“Johnny, I'm gonna—!” you scream as the first waves of an orgasm crash over you, your pussy spasming wildly around his pistoning cock. The intense pleasure is almost too much to bear, sending you hurtling into a maelstrom of bliss. Through the haze of your release, you feel Johnny's movements become erratic, his thrusts growing shorter and more urgent.

Johnny's grip on you tightens as he feels your pussy convulsing around him, milking his cock for all it's worth. The sensation of your clenching walls and the sound of your ragged breathing spur him on, driving him to new heights of pleasure.

“That's it, baby, squeeze my cock,”  Johnny grunts, his hips snapping forward in short, brutal strokes. “You're mine, all mine.” 

With a final, guttural roar, Johnny buries himself to the hilt and erupts, painting your insides with his hot seed. Wave after wave of intense pleasure crashes over him, his vision blurring as he loses himself in the sheer ecstasy of the moment. As the aftershocks subside, Johnny collapses against you, his weight pinning you against the wall.

Breathless and sated, you cradle Johnny's face in your hands, gazing up at him with adoring eyes. 

“That was... incredible,” you whisper, your voice trembling with residual pleasure. You run your fingers through his hair, marveling at the way his heated skin seems to glow in the moonlight. The intimacy of the moment, coupled with the lingering effects of their passion, leaves you feeling vulnerable yet deeply connected to Johnny. “I've never felt anything like that before,” you confess, your cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and wonder.

Johnny's chest rises and falls heavily as he tries to catch his breath, his forehead resting against yours. He's still buried inside you, their bodies intimately entwined. The sensation of your warmth wrapped around him is almost too much to bear.

“You're something else,” Johnny murmurs, his voice low and husky. “I knew from the moment I saw you that you were trouble, but fuck, I wouldn't trade this for anything.” 

He pulls back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes, and sees the same awe and vulnerability reflected back at him. It's a moment of raw honesty, stripped of pretenses and societal expectations. Johnny brushes a strand of hair from your face, his touch gentle compared to the fierce passion they just shared.

Your heart swells at Johnny's words, your soul feeling as if it's been set ablaze by the intensity of their connection. You reach up to frame his face, your thumbs stroking his cheekbones as you search his gaze. 

“It was a good reprieve from all the formalities,” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. Your fingers trace the contours of his jawline, marveling at both the strength and unexplored tenderness etched into his features.

Johnny nods, a small, enigmatic smile playing on his lips. 

“Yeah, definitely a nice distraction from all the pomp and circumstance,” he leans in, capturing your mouth in a tender, exploratory kiss. It's a stark contrast to the passionate frenzy that preceded it, but no less potent in its own way. When Johnny finally breaks apart, he rests his forehead against yours once more, his breath mingling with yours. “I should probably get you back downstairs before anyone misses you.”  

Despite the practicality of the situation, neither you nor Johnny make a move to disengage. The moment stretches on, heavy with unspoken promises and the knowledge that their lives will soon return to their usual trajectories.

You sigh softly, the sound caught between your  lips as you reluctantly pull away from Johnny's embrace. The sudden chill of the night air against your overheated skin is a jarring reminder of the world beyond this hidden alcove.

“Yes, we should…” Your voice trails off as you gaze up at him, the moonlight casting an ethereal glow across his face. There's a bittersweet quality to the moment, a sense of longing for something that may never come to be. “But what if I don’t want to?” 

Johnny's eyes flash with a hint of mischief at your words, a devilish grin spreading across his face. 

“Then we stay up here all night and let the world keep spinning without us.”

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Way of the heart | OP81 x Reader

pairing . . . oscar piastri x racing!engineer!reader

summary . . . After a tough race, Oscar has nothing to look forward to more than spending time with (Y/n)

request . . . kind of?

word count . . . 1.1k

warnings . . . none!

alexavia yaps . . . i really hate this one for some reason like its not the best i could do but i wanted to write something so yeah!! the person who wanted this (im sorry i forgot your user), if you want another story i will totally write it!! tysm for asking <3

Oscar slumped into the chair in the back of the team garage, still in his racing suit, the helmet beside him on the floor. Today’s race had been brutal, everything going wrong until he finally crossed the finish line in a place he didn’t even want to remember. No matter how much he tried to forget it, the disappointment still clung to him.

As the crew packed up around him, you walked over, carrying a bottle of water and a quiet look of understanding. You’d worked with Oscar long enough to know when he needed a moment to think and when he needed someone to remind him he wasn’t alone. Today, he needed the latter.

“Rough day,” you said softly, offering him the bottle. He accepted it with a quick nod, cracking it open but not taking a sip.

“Understatement of the year,” he muttered, letting out a short, frustrated sigh. “Everything went wrong, didn’t it? Every call, every turn… feels like I let everyone down out there.”

You didn’t rush to disagree or to tell him it was all fine because you knew Oscar didn't want you to. Instead, you waited a bit, giving him the space to breathe.

“You know, racing’s a lot like life. Sometimes it’s out of our control, even when we do everything right. We all saw you fight today,” you said gently. “One tough race doesn’t define who you are as a driver.”

He glanced up, the frustration in his eyes softening as he met your steady gaze. “Thanks,” he said, managing a faint smile. “Not sure what I’d do without you, honestly.”

You laughed lightly, leaning against the wall beside him. “Lucky for you, I’m sticking around, win or lose.”

His smile widened a little, and after a few moments of quiet, he stood up, finally letting go of some of the weight he’d carried off the track. “Hey,” he said, glancing at his watch, ���I know it’s late, but do you want to grab some food? Just… need to be somewhere that’s not here.”

The restaurant he picked was cozy, tucked away from the noise and chaos that followed you on racing weekends. He knew you’d love it, remembering how you mentioned your love for Italian food

When you walked in, his heart skipped a beat. You wore a smile that was both warm and teasing, the one that always seemed to make everything feel a little less overwhelming.

He stood, smiling sheepishly. “Hey, you look… great,” he said, his voice a little unsteady. The nerves of the race had melted away, replaced by a different kind of nervousness that he couldn’t ignore.

You grinned, taking a seat across from him. “Thanks, Piastri. It’s nice to see you in a non-race setting for once. And I have to say, you look pretty good.”

He laughed, glancing down at his simple outfit. “I tried, y’know, for you.”

The waiter took your orders, and as the evening went on, you two spoke about anything and everything but racing. The conversation drifted easily from favorite movies to random childhood memories. You two talked about wild stories and embarassing moments, laughing at every single thing.

But Oscar’s mind kept wandering back to you. How you’d been there every step of his career, how you’d seen him at his worst and still chose to believe in him. At one point, as you were laughing at a joke he’d told, he couldn’t help but stare a little, his heart pounding in a way that felt completely different from the adrenaline of racing.

The laughter quietened down, and a comfortable silence fell between you both. Oscar looked down at his hands, trying to think of what he wanted to say. “You know,” he began, a little quieter now, “you mean a lot to me. More than just… my engineer or friend.”

You looked up, your expression softening, and he felt his courage swell just a bit. “I think I realized that today, after everything went bad on the track. Just seeing you there, not judging me, not telling me what I should’ve done differently, just… being there. It made all the difference.”

You reached across the table, placing your hand over his, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I’d be there no matter what, Oscar. You’re a brilliant driver and a good person. Bad race or not, that doesn’t change.”

His cheeks flushed, a warmth spreading through him. He turned his hand to hold yours, letting the silence speak for itself. And for a moment, all the disappointment and frustration faded, replaced by a quiet joy that he hadn’t expected to feel tonight.

Later, you walked together under the night sky, the cool breeze a welcome contrast to the warm evening inside. He found himself wishing the walk could last forever, just the two of you, away from the chaos of everything.

Eventually, you both settled on a bench with a view of a beautiful fountain. The sound of the water filled the quiet spaces between you, and he reached over, slipping his hand into yours again, holding it with a confidence he hadn’t felt earlier.

“This feels perfect,” you murmured, leaning against his shoulder.

“Yeah,” he said softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “I wish every night could be like this.”

You let out a soft laugh, resting against him. “It’d be easier if we weren’t always at a race or in different cities every other week.”

“Maybe,” he admitted, looking out at the fountain. “But I think… I think it’s worth it.”

You turned to him, your gaze meeting his with a warmth that made his heart race. He took a deep breath, the words he’d been holding back finally finding their way out.

“Do you… maybe want to meet my family? Make it official?” he asked, his voice a little uncertain but hopeful.

You raised your eyebrows, a smirk tugging at the corners of your mouth. “Oscar, I think we’re already there. You didn’t have to ask. And of course, I'd love to meet your family.”

He chuckled, feeling a weight lift as his heart swelled with happiness. “Then consider this official.” He leaned in, taking your lips in a kiss.

The kiss made butterflies fill your stomach, it was soft, but also made you crave more. It was something magical, like straight out of a movie. Oscar had his hands on your waist, and yours tangled in his hair. It somehow made it more intimate, more personal. You didn't want it to end.

When you finally pulled back, the smile on your face was everything Oscar ever wanted to see.

Hand in hand, you walked back to the car, and for the first time that night, Oscar felt a sense of peace, knowing that no matter what happened on the track, he’d always have you there, his biggest supporter, his steady presence.

And with you by his side, he knew he could face anything that came his way.

[cyberskulzzz]

Hey! I had a request for Rodrick, I was thinking about a one shot where he and Greg are fighting, and maybe Rodricks takes it a bit too far and hides Greg's diary or something. And since Greg is so upset he takes revenge on his brother. In this scenario reader is Greg's babysitter and Rodrick has a huuuge crush on her. Sooo I was thinking about how Greg would use that and make a plan to get back at him by embarrasing him in front of reader. And every time, Rodricks is trying to maybe defend himself? I can't actually think of the things he would do to make Rodrick embarrased but maybe you could come up with some and write it :) either way, thanks for reading!

Rodrick Heffley Blurb (not proofread)

Content warning:Idk bad poetry

Youre Greg’s babysitter,and you have been for quite the while,however you and Rodrick had always taken interest in eachother,and with you two being home alone a lot one thing led to another. 

It had all started a few weeks ago when Greg accidentally walked in on you and Rodrick right before he could get to second base. Although Rodrick had previously threatened Greg that if he’d ruin Rodrick’s chance with you he’d end Greg. However that was exactly what happened,Greg marched in,yapping about something that had happened with Holly,Rodrick immediately getting off of you and shoving Greg outside,however as soon as he turned around again you already had your bag in hand,needing to be home on time.  

Right after the front door closed and you left the porch it got messy,Susan‘s sure Rodrick would’ve murdered Greg if she didn’t interfere. 

The next day when Greg got home from school the door to Rodrick‘s room was wide open,which was odd.Greg walked slowly,aspecting some kind of attack however Rodrick was calmly sitting in front of his pc with Greg‘s diary next to him,the email of a few pages opened on his pc,but before Greg could even open his mouth they were already send out,what seemed worst of all to him was the fact Holly would surely see it too. 

You went to Rodrick’s again the next weekend,mostly just hanging around his room.When Rodrick left you upstairs for band practice for a second it didn’t take long for Greg to appear in the doorway way. 

"Rodrick!“,he pretends to call out,knowing damn well he isnt in his room,"you left your text book downstairs again-",Greg stumbled,his finger between the page he had deemed most embarrassing,the text book falling right in front of your feet.Greg almost wanted to yell in triumph when he noticed the book had landed right.

"Woah- you okay there?“,you asked giving Greg a hand,who got up without any trouble,causing you to pick up the text book next.Your eyes wandered across the page shortly,subconsciously reading till you noticed your name,taking it back quickly. You know you shouldnt,its an invasion of privacy,but then again it was so painfully obvious Greg wanted you to see this,and that its related to you. 

~Oh, girl who sits upon my couch, Your presence makes me scream, "Ouch!" For Cupid's arrow struck my heart, And now my brain can't even start.

Your hair shines brighter than the sun, Your laugh's a song,it's number one. When you walk in,I lose my cool, (Though Greg still calls me a fool.)

Your eyes,whatever color,they’re divine.  Like sparkling soda,straight from the vine. I’d sing to you with my sick riffs, But I can’t risk you thinking, “What ifs.” You’re my muse, my crush, my greatest song.  But confessing feels... so very wrong.~

You smiled slightly,letting out a slight chuckle as your eyes followed the words,however your amusement was quickly interrupted by Rodrick running up the stairs,Greg seeing his chance and running before it‘d be too late.

"Sorry I took a bit longer,Ben couldn’t get the first verse-I- did Greg give that to you?",he froze gesturing to the textbook. 

"Its not the best- you werent supposed to-",he stutters,trying to make this less embarrassing for himself till you interrupted him.

"I think its really sweet,the fact that you took the time to write for me",you reassure,"I know youre into me,you dont think you’ve made it quite obvious the last few times I was here?“

Rodrick’s eyes,followed yours gesturing to the bed you guys had been making out on just a few minutes ago.However your train of thought was then quickly interrupted by Rodrick wrapping his arms around your waist in awe,kissing you passionately his,hand placed on your cheek while slamming the door shut with his foot,making sure Greg stays out this time. 

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[sugarhog05]

Sooo… I have some oldish art I found recently that I thought I’d share with y’all :]

First are just some sketches of a few of my AUs at the time. These were just before I made The Starlit Swordsman AU. They were also before I’d fully come up with the concept of Bloodborne Moon being infected by the beast plague. He was going to be an animatronic hunter that the healing church would use because he… ya know… doesn’t need blood and therefore couldn’t transform into a beast. I hadn’t come up with a design for DL!Sun yet. There’s also a doodle of if Moon was in Don’t Starve, A game I’d been playing nonstop at the time.

Next are just some doodles so I could test out the brushes in Procreate. This was at the height of my SAMS obsession. Not much else to say about it.

Here’s the old Bloodborne Moon Design I mentioned. I still like the design, but idk I wasn’t sure of what else I could do with the concept. I’m sure I could’ve come up with something, but when I had the thought of ‘what if Moon COULD turn into a beast?’ I kinda had to make it. I still might make an AU of the AU and now that I think about it… maybe it could be a swap AU where Y/N turns into a beast and Moon, who knew Y/N (as friends or… something more?) can’t bring themselves to kill them. Maybe he goes on a mission to help Y/N remember who they were, while keeping them from shedding anymore blood. He… doesn’t have any after all lol

I mean, because that WAS shown in the game with Father Gascoigne… Hrmm… 🤔

Just a creachure Moon… not much else to it.

Pretty old Moon I drew when I was in a very stressful time in my life. It was uh, bad but escaping into this fandom (even if I wasn’t actively participating at the time) was what got me through it. I think I’ll always be grateful for all the wonderful artists who helped me get to where I am now, which is a much happier place <3

Here’s a Y/N design I’d made for the DCA Ballerina AU. Just a thing where Y/N is in costume. They were going to be a girl Y/N since girl outfits in performances are typically much more elaborate and I can come up with concepts easier for them. The DCAs outfits are also easier to figure out cause they have a theme to them already. I also have a lot more experience (as a previous girl ballerina myself) with that side a ballet. Sorry guys and masc leaning non binary pals :(

Lastly is some fanart I drew of a fic that I can not for the life of me remember the name of. If I remember correctly it was about Y/N being a nurse who finds a very human looking animatronic (DCA obviously lol) who just escaped from the fire at the Pizzaplex. They take him to their apartment to help him but end up finding out he’s an animatronic who doesn’t have anywhere to go, so they let him stay. They think Moon is a separate animatronic who died in the fire for a while, but then surprise! He’s alive but they think he’s homeless since Moon always “leaves” before daytime comes. There’s more but in case you ever find the fic I don’t wanna spoil it for y’all. I remember Sun and Moon were also able to taste things and he really liked chocolate milk which is why he’s holding a glass in the fanart. I think I stopped reading it because I kinda didn’t like the direction they took Moons character? He was super sweet in the beginning and kinda an ass but in a fun way. Then he just turned into a sassy (in an obnoxious way) ass in a not fun way. There’s nothing wrong with that obviously, it just came down to my personal preference and the fic is still really good even if I ended up not liking where it was going. If I find it again I’ll probably give it another chance because of how much i liked it in the beginning, but… that’s entirely dependent on if I find it again lol.

ANYWAY, sorry for the yap session/info dump it’s just when I found these I couldn’t get my mind off of them so I thought I’d share it to like… get my brain off of them, I guess. Thanks for reading and I hope you got some enjoyment out of my ramblings at least lol

[stinkysam]

Choi Subong “Thanos” - Just boyfriend.

Warning : Dysphoria

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : “Thanos x ftm reader?” -anon

Reader : male (he/you)

A/N : bold is in English. // reader is taking testosterone and has done top surgery but is not out to his parents. // kinda short ;-;

Thanos knew there was something going on with you. Your hair, clothes, your voice, actions. Sometimes you made him think you were more of a boy than a girl.

But you weren’t close enough for him to worry about it and for you to explain everything, until your friendship deepened, spending more time together.

“T, I’m gonna be serious for a minute or two, and your reaction will really matter for the future of our friendship.” You announced one day.

“Okay ?” He replied with a frown, more confused than anything.

“Because I’m doing some spring cleaning in my friendships and I have something to say.”

He looked with wide eyes, waiting for you to continue. Stop creating so much tension.

“I’m trans.”

“Huh ?” He chuckled, confused. You bit down a nervous smile.

“I’d like you to gender me as a man.” You added. “Stop viewing me as a chick and start using he/him when referring to me.”

“Huh ?”

“Huh ?” You imitated him. “Did I stun the great Thanos ?”

“Fuck you mean you’re not a chick ?! Since when ?”

Cue to a long discussion about how you’ve been feeling for a long time and your visits with a lot of professionals.

It took him a bit of time to use your right set of pronouns. Not because he doesn’t care, but because he constantly had to watch his mouth to not accidentally out you to random people, and he loves to yap. Which happened a couple of times. Luckily they just looked at him weirdly before moving on, thinking he just mixed his words up.

So you had an idea. You told him to use your chosen pronouns no matter the situation you were in, and if someone asked something, you’d reply it’s just a private joke between you two. It worked well, but not that much with your parents.

“He ?”

“Yeah… ?” Thanos replied looking at your mom with a confused expression. Did he say something wrong ?

“Yes, sorry, it’s an inside joke. ” You quickly added with a smile, grabbing Thanos by the back of his neck like you would grab a cat doing something it shouldn’t.

“An inside joke ?” Your mom asked, still not understanding.

“Yeah, she’s just so used to calling me a ‘he’ that she does it naturally now.” You flashed her a smile, hoping she’d bite and leave you alone. “Right Subong ?”

“Uh, yeah…”

“Maybe if you looked less like a man that wouldn’t happen. Did you stop putting the padded push up bras I bought you ? It looks like your boobs completely disappeared.” She approached to put her hands on your chest but you pulled away, taking a step back.

“I’m old enough to buy my own.”

“Put them back on and that man will stop calling you a ‘he’. He’ll easily remember you’re a girl.” She said, walking away.

You blinked slowly, grimacing, lightly squeezing Thanos’ neck. You felt like you were back in school.

“I’m sorry.” Thanos whispered.

“Shut up.”

He’s met a couple trans people here and there, mainly fans who corrected him when he addressed them wrong. He just looked at them confused and moved on. Okay, whatever, next.

“Weird, I met a dude who told me he wasn’t one.” He says in a voice message a few minutes after leaving said fan.

“It means that person is probably trans.” You sent back with a laugh.

“What, like you ?”

“Yeah but the other way around.”

“Can’t he… Mh… She ? Should I say she ? Can’t she donate her dick to you ?”

“Yes, she. And no it doesn’t work that way. And maybe she already got rid of it.”

“What do they do with it ? Once the dick is detached ?”

“How do you think they make dildos ?” You replied laughing before continuing. “No, the dick isn’t detached, it’s just heavily modified so it becomes a vagina. The rest that’s useless is discarded. Into the trash can~”

“Wait- so you can’t give her your boobs either ?”

“Ah, this hurts, T. I got them removed a year ago.” You whined. “Didn’t my mom speak about them in front of you one day, talking about how they disappeared ?”

“It wasn’t because you didn’t put on the bras she gave you ?”

“No ! I had boobs you could see even without bras, come on !”

“I never saw them.”

“You perv.” You laughed. “Stop looking for people’s boobs.”

“No~”

“Anyway. I used to alway put on a binder so I guess you couldn’t see the difference once I got them removed.”

“How was I supposed to know, then !? You tell me nothing !”

“Ah, fucking bastard, now it’s my fault ?! We weren’t big friends back then, why would I tell you ? Huh ?!”

“Because we’re best friends now ! We tell each other when we take a shit, no ? So tell me when you do something.”

You send him a voice message of you just sighing very loudly.

“Okay. I’ll tell you when I get a dick, then.” You added in another message.

“Send me pictures, okay ?”

“Fuck off.” You replied, laughing.

He’s really great and supportive but he makes mistakes by thinking too much sometimes.

“What’s up my girlboyfriend ?” Thanos asked, waving his hands in the air, approaching you.

You slowly looked away from your laptop, turning to him, looking at him in confusion.

“What ?” You asked calmly.

“My girlboyfriend.” He repeated confidently.

You slowly shook your head.

“No.” At his lack of response you continued. “Why the fuck- why would you call me girlboyfriend ?” You leaned closer, trying to understand his thought process.

“Because you were a girl… and now you’re a boy.” He stated, as if it was the most logical thing.

“What ? Why-” You rubbed your face. “Why would you mix past and present ? And I wasn’t a girl, I was still a boy, I just didn’t know it ? Were you really straight before realizing you were actually bisexual ?”

He looked at you then to the sides, thinking while pouting.

“Boyfriend ?” He finally asked, making you chuckle lightly.

“Yeah !”

“Okay.” He nodded, throwing his hands in the air again.

There are times where your mood is at an all time low. Dysphoria kicking your ass as you can’t find what to wear to ease it a bit. It wasn’t your chest the problem, but your overall appearance. Though you had a packer on, you knew it was fake and your brain refused to not think about it.

You’d sometimes refuse to hang out or go on dates because of it. And each time you mentioned why, Thanos quickly rushed to your place, ringing your doorbell constantly till you finally opened him, ready to hype you up.

He sometimes brings a bag of his own clothes so you could wear them. You already buy yours in men’s sections either on the internet or physically but wearing his baggy clothes does help a bit.

He’s not the type to gently hype you, coaxing you into feeling yourself manly enough. He’ll literally yell at you.

“What are you on about ?! Are you some type of dumbass ?!” He’s already yelling as soon as you open the door.

You glared weakly at him, already wanting to kick him out.

“Quickly feel normal again ! You’re a man, so man up !” He strongly patted your arm, nearly making you stumble to the side.

“Hey, you wanna fight ?! Why are you yelling at me like that ?! You come into my house and dare insult me ?! The fucking nerves !”

“I’m not gonna pick you up piece by piece ! Are you crazy ?! You’re a man, what part of you screams the opposite ?!”

He had touched a sore spot.

“So many parts of my body are screaming it ! Are you fucking blind ?! My pussy, my scars, my muscles- my… ” You sighed, tired, letting yourself fall onto the couch with a groan. “Everything.” You added, your arm covering your face. You've had enough.

You loved being able to take testosterone, going to the gym to define your muscles, watching YouTube videos to change your voice, but it wasn’t going fast enough and you wished you didn’t have to do that and more. It was so slow and you’d have to take testosterone all your life, a constant reminder you weren’t a biological man.

He stared at you, disconcerted. Generally you’d yell back at him, arguing back and forth till everything that frustrated you was out the window. But sometimes it didn’t work, your thoughts and anxiety getting the best of you.

Sighing, Thanos approached you, unsure if you wanted space or not. He decided to try anyway, squeezing himself between you and the backrest of the couch, wrapping his arms around you.

“Come on. You’re still a man.”

You hummed, trying to get a hold of yourself. Though you had already cried before him, you didn’t like doing so, feeling too weak.

“You should-”

“I don’t want problem solving.” You quickly said, cutting him off. You already knew what he was gonna say anyway.

He rubbed your back with one hand, the other one pulling your arms away from your face, letting him plant a kiss on your forehead.

You moved closer, as if it was possible, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, his fingers now tapping rhythmically on your back.

“Keep being patient. Your bottom surgery is already planned, anyway.”

“I know.” You replied quietly, sighing. “But it’s so far away.”

“When you go back to Thailand I’ll follow you, okay ? Don’t want you to feel too much at home and never come back to me.”

You smiled weakly, closing your eyes.

“Ah… How will I get rid of you then ?”

“Can’t and won’t.”

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Pairing: Jisung x Reader (Fem)

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Merman!Jisung, Human!Reader, Egg Laying?, Oral (F), Multiple Orgasms, NonHuman!Dicks(2), Lots of Yapping, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Sex In Water, Claws, Sorry for any mistakes or missing tags

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You walked your way up and down the sandy area. Collecting samples and picking up any trash you had come by. As you looked out into the vast waters taking a deep breath you smile. “This never gets old” you said contently. The beautiful sunrise across the dancing waters. You sat your bag down crouching down at the water. You took a few more samples before dipping your toes in. You shivered from the water being cool compared to the hot sand and rocks.

You sighed one more time before getting up. You loved being by the water, it was always so calming to you that’s why you became a marine biologist. Even the creepiest of things in the water just fascinated you. You took the few samples heading back to your house just a few minutes away. You could see the waters from your house and oh how you wanted to be closer. You brewed your cup of tea sitting at your desk looking over the samples. This is how must of your days went. Doing scans of the area, getting samples, and going into work.

A reason you were getting samples from your own waters was simple well.. a little myth. See your grandmother told you stories how these waters held much different creatures. How this was a safe haven for them and how it was one of the biggest spawning points for a lot of them. She showed you pictures of bigger turtles laying their eggs there because no predators would attack them here. In almost every photo though there were always a few people swimming in the waters. When you asked her she would just chuckle telling you how “they’re there to, for spawn. For mating season.” Which you always just chocked up to her being old and making bad jokes. Although she would always add to it as you both sat looking out into the water “I think your soulmates out there.” It always made you laugh “You saying my future loves gonna be a fish?”

Today started the first day of mating season, you saw as a few turtles made their climb to the shore. You snapped a few pictures as you watched with a smile. That smile almost dropped surprised to see someone swimming. “Hey! Be careful out there! The current can be bad!” You yelled out. He didn’t pay no mind diving into the water as he swam towards you. ‘How’s he holding his breath that long?’ You asked yourself ‘must be a diver’ you rationalized it.

“Hey there pretty lady.” He said with a little smile pushing his wet hair back.

You blushed at his compliment looking over him. He was super handsome, toned upper body, pretty brown eyes that just seemed to sparkle as they looked at you. He smiled at you and you felt like you could melt.

“Hello, earth to y/n” he said splashing a bit of water at you.

You shook your head a bit meeting his eyes with that cute smile of his “how’d you know my name?” You ask confused.

“I knew your Gran, she used to talk about you a lot.” He said smile growing wider.

“Really?” You said with a bit of a smile. You missed your Gran and knowing someone else kept her company it made you smile.

“She ever mention me?” He asked cocking his head to the side.

“I don’t think so I think I’d remember” you chuckled. “Whatcha doing in the water?” You asked.

“Just waiting for you.” He said with a small smile.

“Waiting for me? Why though?” You said even more confused now.

“Because you’re my soulmate silly” he said with a giggle. He swam closer to you reaching out for your hand. “Why don’t you come in?” He asked taking your hand in his.

Your mind flickered like a light going on and off. Eyes blinking as you tried to think back to what Gran had always told you. “Your soulmates out there.”

“It’s dangerous to swim out there, especially.. especially right now with it being spawn season.” You said a bit nervously.

He shook his head “it can be but you got me” he said that smile plastered across his face.

Oh how your heart just dripped into a puddle. “I- I don’t know” you said softly.

“Trust me. I’ll keep you safe.” He said pulling you a bit to the water.

Your mind was still blinking at his words from earlier you never noticed how his hand was a bit scaly. How it had small webbing between his fingers or the sharp nails he had.

“Come on beautiful, you study these waters everyday but never go in them. Trust me ok?” He said eyes smiling at you.

“Ok, ok. You’re right. I just- circumstances are a bit weird” you said blinking.

“I guess so huh? Well think of this as our first date” he said before pulling you into the water with him.

He instantly wrapped your legs around him before slinking his arms around you. You shivered at the cold water making you cling to him even more. “I got you” he coo’d softly before swimming backwards with you. You hadn’t noticed how far away you already from shore “I’m Jisung by the way” he said trying to keep your attention on him.

“How are you such a good swimmer?” You asked. “Are you like a professional diver?”

Your words made him chuckle “could say that, you mean to tell me Gran never told you anything about these waters?”

You shook your head “I mean she’d tell me stories about there being creatures or something in them” you said with a shrug.

“She’s right you know.” He said looking over your face.

“Yeah, and big foot is real too” you said with a chuckle.

He shook his head he couldn’t believe you didn’t believe. I mean you were literally in his arms how could you not notice? “Y/n if you don’t believe me then just look down.” He said with a grin.

“For wh-“ you started to say as you looked down seeing his pretty blue green tail moving. Your eyes went wide letting go of him quickly. Almost panicky.

“Hey hey, stop you’re alright.” Jisung tried calming you not wanting you to slip away in such deep waters. “I promise I’m not gonna hurt you” he said that same sweet grin coming back making you ease a little.

“There yeah go” he said with a chuckle.

“You’re a mermaid?” You asked feeling stupid for asking.

“No. I’m a merman. Gosh” he said rolling his eyes playfully.

“This can’t be real” you said softly.

“Oh it’s very real. We keep these waters safe and clean for the other animals. My mom actually.. uhm well had me here” he said with a chuckle.

Then you remembered those pictures with people in the background “Gran really wasn’t lying?” You said in almost a whisper.

“Nope” he said.

“So she wasn’t lying when she said ‘I had a soulmate out here?’ I really thought she was just making fun of me, saying I’m gonna be with a fish.” You rambled.

“I mean she wasn’t lying. You are my soulmate. And I am technically a fish” he said with another chuckle.

A few moments went by with only the sound of water filling the emptiness in. He lifted your head to look at him “I’m lucky to have someone like you. So caring of our water. So.. beautiful” he said softly lips barely grazing yours. “Y/n..” he said barely audible before leaning in finally meeting your lips. He kissed you lovingly but you could feel the need in his touch. “Y/n. I.. I need you.” He said softly against your lips as his hands started to roam your body.

His tongue darted into your mouth his saliva tasted sweet. You moaned into the kiss a warm feeling coming over you as you he depending the kiss. You felt your body heating up, your core felt hot, every touch becoming more intense. Jisung pulled away his before attaching to your neck nipping at it as he pulled your pants and panties off. “Trust me?” He asked. The only thing you could do is nod. Your mind was gone, only thing floating through it was need. Need for him. He pulled you close before pulling you under the water, before you could panic he kissed you once again. The sweetness even more intense.

You moved your body trying to pull yourself to the surface. He shook his head “breath” he said rubbing your back softly. You shook your head before gasping out for air. To your surprise you could breathe the confused expression on your face made him chuckle a bit. “When I kissed you, my salvia helps makes it so you can breath. It also is an Aphrodisiac.” He said with a smirk.

“Jisung” you said in almost a groan.

“Don’t worry by beautiful I’m gonna take perfect care of you.” He said kissing you again. “Let yourself go, let me make you feel so good” he said before moving down your body.

His tongue flicked at your clit making your body arch into his touch. His tongue wasn’t like humans it was long, almost pointy at the end. You wondered what his cock would look like if it was just as different. He used his fingers pulling your folds apart as he pushed his tongue deep into your cunt. He wiggled it inside you his nose brushing against your clit. The feeling would have probably been weird if you weren’t so horny. You moaned out gripping onto his hair, your hips bucking into him. He moaned at the feeling of your legs coming around his head pushing him deeper into you. His salvia must be working at your cunt because you felt the most horny you’ve ever felt.

Your body was shaking, the feeling of your release quickly coming over you. Your eyes scrunched shut as you felt his fingers come up to toy with your clit more. Your body arched, moaning loudly, his tongue hitting your g-spot now. “Jisung! I’m gonna cum!” You almost screamed out body shaking as you came harder than you ever had. He moaned lapping up all your juices before coming up to kiss you. His kiss was hungry, his fingers grazed against your folds pushing them into you. “Fuck- y/n can you feel it?” He said against your lips.

“You’re my soulmate, we’re made for each other” he said fingered curling into you as he worked your core. “You’re all mine yeah?” He said eyes locking with yours. You nod eyes flickering as his fingers are pounding their way at you. “Say it- please I wa- need you to say it please” you begged.

“I’m your jisung- all yours. Soulmates” you cried out feeling yourself close to another orgasm.

“Gonna cum for me again hmm?” He said leaning his head into your neck. “Cum for me beautiful, cum on my fingers then you can cum on my cock.” He said against your ear.

“Fuck!” You moaned out. You felt him shift a bit digging his teeth into your neck softly. Your orgasm crashing over you.

He kissed you his eyes half as he pulled away “it’s gonna feel a little different than a human but, so much better” he said his tip touching at your entrance.

You looked down eyes going wide “you have 2?!” You say loudly making him chuckle a bit.

“Oh yeah, one’s kinda more like your clit more sensitive. The other is for breeding and the main one. Does that make sense?” He asked looking up at you.

His rambling was really cute “y-yeah, are you gonna?”

“Use both of them? I normally don’t but if you want them both” he said softly.

“No no- do- do whatever you normally do.” You said looking over his face.

He nodded with that he pushed himself into you. You both let out whimpers and moans at the feeling his head hitting so far inside you. His cock was like his tongue almost long with a skinny pointy like head. Almost like a tentacle. He wrapped his arms around you as he moved fast in and out of you. His sharp nails digging into your hips as he pounds into you. Your head falling back legs wrapping tightly around him. “Y-you’re so fucking deep” you moaned out.

He nodded, face looked so dazed. “Shit- I’m really not gonna last long. Your body is so warm. And you’re squeezing me so fucking much-“ he moaned out. He leaned in kissing you once more “y/n I feel like I’m addicted to you- everything about you I just crave. Fuck- your lips are so fucking warm and soft. Just like your body. I love you my soulmate- fuck I love you!” He rambled.

“I love- I love you to jisung!” You cried out feeling your orgasm about to flood over you. Your hand moved on its own wrapping around the smaller sensitive cock. His hips stuttered as you did “fuck!” He whimpered out. His movement became sloppy before the smaller cock came making his body almost stop. His hands gripped harder at your sides moaning loudly against you.

“Y/n- fuck- I can’t believe you-“ he whimpered. “I’m gonna fucking breed you my little mate. Gonna make you feel as good as you make me feel yeah? Fuck- y/n” he moaned his cock pushing deep inside you. Pushing past your cervix directly into your womb before you felt a small lump feeling pushing through you. The feeling making your body quiver cumming around him.

“What’s” you stutter out at the feeling.

“I’m- fuck- feeling you full of our eggs. You’re gonna be such a pretty momma” he said.

“Eggs??” You say looking at him with wide eyes.

“Yeah. This is our first mating so there’s not gonna be a lot till your body can get use to it. But you’ll carry my eggs till they can swim from you” he explained as you felt another few push into you.

He groaned as the last one pushed past, finally cumming hard inside of you. Fertilizer the eggs and filling you full of him. Your tummy becoming a little bigger at the feeling as the cum spilled out your belly size went down a bit.

“Jisung” you said softly.

“Don’t worry my love. Everything is how it should be” he said kissing you lovingly.

“You can still live on land and go about your day. But you can also join me here and join me back in my home. If you want you can always just live freely with me.” He said with a smile. “You don’t have to decide anything right now though. I’m just so happy I finally have you.” He said his eyes full of hearts.

“Sorry I talk so much” he said with a chuckle. “I’ve just wanted to talk to you for so long.” He continued making you laugh.

“Don’t be sorry. It’s cute when you talk.” You kissed him softly. “I feel like I’ve known you forever.” You said.

He smiled wide “because we’re soulmates silly. Like I said we were made for each other”

You kissed him again “the world really made my soulmate a fish huh?” You chuckled making him laugh with you.

“Yeah, but isn’t it just perfect?” He said in a teasing tone.

“Yeah. Perfect” you said with a smile

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“Is F1 even a sport?”

Synopsis: (half REQUESTED ah) Daniel and (y/n) become a training pair in the boxing gym.

Warnings: 18+, minors do not interact please. FemVsMale fight, unprotected sex, Sub/dom play, smut, oral sex, choking (?).

Note: this is all fiction. English is not my first language, so I apologize in advance if there are any errors. Thanks for the comments, keep them coming!

I come to the gym for what the men here call ‘a woman workout’ which consists in little weights, lots of cardio: but I am a sports photographer and I need to be healthy and in good form to face the upcoming sessions with the 2026 olympic winter games.

So anytime my personal trainer invites me to try a new thing I just say yes.

And this is why I am on the octagon tonight. He texted me earlier asking if I was interested in a one on one first try after the gym closure and I said yes.

The spotlight from the top illuminates only the ring, leaving the rest of the gym in the dark.

People have long left, it’s just me and him. I am hitting the pads he is wearing on his forearms with my ankles, just like he told me to do, my hair bun jumping at every movement.

My fists are tightening at every hit and I’m not sweating yet but I am close. My thighs are getting warmer under my yoga pants and my abs are on fire. My breaths come out a little faster and I use my arm to take out a fallen strand of hair from my eye.

I hear a noise from the door and I stop and turn. I can’t see anything because of the light from above us.

“A little late honey badger?” Mick shouts smiling at the dark figure approaching the benches at the sides.

“Got stuck in traffic man, LA is a nightmare after sunset.” The voice says and I recognize him: Daniel Ricciardo. I’ve been bumping into him at the gym for a couple of months now and I can’t decide if he’s shy or just sweet. From the clothes he wears to come to the gym and the way he throws his Gucci backpack to the ground I’d say he has money that will last forever and doesn’t give a shit about it. He’s always politely smiling and saying hello to everyone but he hardly starts a conversation himself. Although I’ve seen him yapping multiple times when people approach him.

Mick said he was always a customer of the gym he just didn’t show up during busy hours when he was still a formula one driver.

I see him smile up at me “So you’re the enemy?” He says while taking off his t shirt to put on a white one, discarding the green one on the bench.

“Am I?” I ask looking at Mick.

“Yes. You’re both beginners, we’ll be doing this three times a week every week.”

“I am the enemy then.” I laugh looking at Daniel as he climbs the ring, the shorts revealing his tattoos on his thigh. He stretches a hand towards me.

“Daniel.”

“(Y/n).” I say taking the boxing glove off and squeezing his firm but gentle hand.

He looks smaller than the average monsters who daily come to this place, I’d say this is why Mick asked a girl to match with him in this.

“Try be gentle.” He jokes, his smile contagious.

“I’ll try, no promises.”

So for the first lessons we basically just learn where to kick and how to avoid or stop a hit. We repeat the moves many times, we always meet late when the octagon is empty and the gym is closed. It’s always the three of us, me and Daniel on the ring and Mick over the chords giving us instructions.

After a couple of weeks we get used to each other’s body, we start hitting each other harder and faster, laughing awkwardly when we almost hurt each other and say sorry.

I’m not gonna lie, the following week I start liking him and the one after it I think all day about the moment we’ll be training on the ring at night. But the thing is the more I like him the more I wanna hit him harder because I know he’s not into me at all. I feel it. I even start thinking he might be gay because there’s not a chance you get this physical with a girl and never once you get a little hard. Like nothing visible through his shorts, not even when he’s behind me taking me down in a chokehold looking up at Mick while I try to fight back, nothing, I feel nothing.

We never really talk to each other apart from what we’re doing or what to do next.

Until one day everything changes. After I get rejected the pass to an important basketball game I walk into the gym very pissed off. And incredibly late: the session is 5 minutes from ending. And I see Daniel and Mick on the octagon throwing punches and kicks, both drenched in sweat.

“You’re late?” Daniel says turning towards me, he’s barefoot wearing his stupidly sexy space grey shorts and a Nike black t-shirt.

“And?” I say climbing up.

“You’re never late.”

“Whatever, it’s not like this session is like training for real.”

What do you mean?” Mick asks a bit offended but still laughing.

“Nothing against you Mick,” i say straddling the chord and jumping in “but you should have matched me with someone stronger.”

Daniel rises an eyebrow and suppresses a smirk while wiping his sweaty face. I’ve never seen him this wet but.. The fuck? I tell you you’re weaker than a girl and you smile?

“Ouch.” Mick laughs and looks at Daniel.

“Yeah, no offense Daniel but I feel like I could do with someone a little more keen to real sports.”

“Oh so you’re one of those who thinks F1 isn’t a sport..” he chuckles crossing his arms at his chest.

“You’re confirming it every night we come here to train.”

“Oh I confirm it..?” He says sarcastically.

“It’s what I said.” I say putting on my gloves.

He shakes his head smiling and takes his boxing gloves off. “(Y/n) I should’ve been the one complaining when I was paired with a pilates girl.”

“Why? Because you had to face who you really are?”

He just laughs.

“See you on friday.” He says before leaving.

Mick smirks and says “You will wish you never challenged him.”

“Why? Is he capable of doing better than what’s been doing?”

“(Y/n), he’s been holding back because you’re a girl.”

“Ah, we’ll see about that.” I say with confidence.

But my confidence only lasts a couple of days. On Friday as soon as I am on the ring Daniel throws a real kick and I step back flinching but immediately recovering.

Mick looks at me. “You can tell him to stop anytime okay?”

I look at Daniel in the eyes, he is smiling behind his fists.

“Was that all you have?” I tell him rising my fists and walking back closer.

He shakes his head “That was only the appetizer.”

The rest of the training session I am a mess. For the following two hours I only struggle to escape his holds and try to not cry at his fists and kicks. But never once I tell him to soften up. I take everything he throws at me and I think I can genuinely say he is even still holding back.

And then I get it: F1 must be REALLY tough. Not even once I manage to hit him, I’m only a punching bag by the end of the session.

“Enough for today.” Mick says in an amused tone and turns to leave.

Daniel is panting in my hair while he holds me down, my legs around his waist. I’m all red and sweaty when I push him and he lets me. So he sits on his calves between my legs. He smirks down at me, his face completely wet from sweat. I look at him, panting myself.

“You held back right?” I ask him.

He smiles and rises his shoulders “Saw you flinching in the beginning so I understood where to stop.”

I nod ashamed. “Last time I was a little pissed off by not coming to train in time..”

“Don’t sweat it, I’m used to people thinking f1 is just driving in circles.” He stands up and for the first time ever I see a fucking hell of a bulge. He notices and immediately tugs at his shorts embarrassed.

“Gotta go.” He says leaving fast.

The next week Daniel never goes back to being a softie. When from time to time he fights with Mick to show new moves I am shocked at how hardcore he can be.

He looks like a golden retriever but fights like a pitbull. So then I get the reason behind the ‘honeybadger’ nickname. We get very physical, I come back home every training night with new bruises and I mentally hit myself when I am turned on by thinking they’re all from his hands. Every time he’s on me I feel him retreating himself, pulling his core away from my thigh or back, in a gentlemanly gesture. Deep down I ask myself what he would be like in bed because the man has stamina. And the combo soft outside, hard inside has me in crumbles.

The day things escalate comes.

One Friday night we’re fighting bare hands, Mick is feeling sick so he leaves dropping the keys of the gym in Daniel’s bag.

As soon as the door closes and we’re alone Daniel goes back to throw punches that I avoid, since I’ve been learning how to do it from him.

After a couple of minutes he pulls me up and then we’re on the floor. He’s behind me keeping me still in a chokehold when I hit my hand on the ground three times. We’re all covered in sweat when he nods and lays on the floor next to me. I sit back on my heels panting. I close my eyes throwing my head back breathing fast.

I feel his eyes on me. And his hand on my thigh, squeezing it softly. “You okay?” He asks breathy.

“Yeah just.. fuck it’s so hot.”

“Yeah.”

I open my eyes and look at him. He smirks and laughing I kick my leg in his face direction but he’s fast and stops it by pulling it over his head. In a matter of seconds I’m straddling his face, my shorts too thin to not feel his mouth and jaw against my clothed core. I gasp and put my hands on his head to pull away but he turns us over so he’s on me and I squeeze my legs around his muscular neck to stop him. He struggles a bit, staring me with a deep glance while his hands reach up and try to grab my throat.

I squeeze my legs tighter and one of his hands grabs my sports bra in the front, between my tits, tugging it.

I laugh and grab his hand between mines to stop him from tugging it down further. But in that moment the way is nose and mouth are pressing against my core send sparks through it and I swallow, still panting. I keep breathing heavy but my legs loose their grip a bit while I look into his dark eyes. And in that moment we both stop smiling. His hands grab my thighs and he inhales deeply. I put my elbows on the ground and look at him rising my upper body.

I feel his finger run slowly inside my thigh until it reaches my shorts. He keeps watching me waiting for the moment I pull away. I don’t. So he hooks his finger in my yoga shorts and panties and pulls them to the side revealing my drenched pussy.

“I knew it.” He whispers husky before sinking his face in it.

My eyes roll back in my head and I suppress a moan putting both hands on my face. He tugs at my shorts so hard to the side that a little tearing sound vibrates in the empty dark gym.

He sucks at my clit so hard, his other hand getting inside my wet heat in two fingers, stretching it, hitting the sweet spot.

“Fuck!” I whisper shaky bending my legs up his shoulders.

He sits up on his heels and grabs my shorts taking them off fast with my panties. I lift my hips to help him. He throws them behind him and comes on me, kissing me hard while his hips grind between my legs. I taste my wetness on his lips, I feel his hard cock and arch my back.

“Desperate much?” He smirks.

“Not as much as you.”

“We’ll see.”

He sits up and tears my bra with a hand, my boobs jumping free.

He looks at them and licks his lips bending again to suck first one and then the other. I moan and use my hands to take his shirt off. He smiles and stops my hand shaking his head. Like really stops them as if we’re fighting. And that really arouses me.

I try to fight back smiling but he just pins them above my head. His other hand reaches my pussy and after touching me in round movements he uses his leg to spread my thigh and pin it to the ground. I moan looking at him while he just smirks down. From time to time his fingers get inside just to curl a couple of times and then get out when I am close to lose it.

After the third time I am a mess of nerves.

He smacks my pussy and I whine in pleasure and pain.

“Please!”

“Please what baby?”

“Daniel oh my god.”

Another smack followed by a massage, another moan from me.

My legs shake I am so close. He withdraws his hand. I throw my head back breathing heavily.

“Please fuck me Daniel, please.” I beg, my moaning voice rumbling in the large empty space.

“More.” He whispers keeping me in place.

“Fuck me raw with all you have, make me see stars like you do when we fight!”

He flips me on my belly and he’s behind me.

His arm is around my throat like he does when he chokeholds me. I feel his free hand fidget with his shorts and then he pushes his dick inside me with a groan in my ear. I let out a moan of satisfaction and pain. I’m so wet it goes all the way in to the hilt. And then he starts to move so hard my back arches and I’m completely at his mercy.

“Try saying again I’m not a real athlete.” He breathes in my ear.

I moan and he puts his hand on my mouth. “Shhh, aren’t you the strongest in the pair?”

I roll my eyes back as I feel him stretching me so good.

“Now take my cock like you take me when we fight.” He says all breathy.

My body shakes and he sits up on his knees and holds my hips pushing them backwards towards him. I’m on four when he pounds into me so hard and fast I cry out his name.

“This is what you really are, a whining little slut who gets turned on by a man stronger than her.”

My legs shake and he’s behind pulls at my bun talking into my ear “If you wanna come you better ask.”

“I don’t ask.”

He tugs harder “Oh you do.” He says stopping his dick outside my pussy. I move my hips whining.

“Ask kindly.” He says into my cheek.

“Can I come?” I mutter breathy.

“On my cock?”

“..On your cock.”

“Say you’re sorry and then you can.”

I don’t. And the thrusts in hard. I shout rolling my eyes back. “I’m sorry!”

He laughs and pushes my head so that my cheek is on the ground. He fucks me so hard I see stars not just once but twice.

And the second time I come I feel him thrusting erratically inside me until he stills and roars in pleasure, filling me up.

He licks the sweat at my nape and smiling he whispers softly into his ear “I think I ran out of the muscles to make sore in your body. Wanna go out on a date sometime so I can punch your brain too with my racing stories?”

I laugh with my eyes closed and he kisses my hair.

“I don’t like F1 drivers.” I tease him smiling lazily.

He smiles devilishly. “Good, because apparently I don’t like girls. Isn’t that what you told Mick?”

[rafeslvbug]

penpal!reader’s first letter

hi cam!!

i’m cali - of course you already know that.

i think having a sister is pretty cool, i mean, i don’t have any siblings so it sounds fun. although some people complain about their siblings, so maybe it’s not.

i’d be more than willing to give you a few letters. as many as you need, really, i’m quite patient with an eternal amount of time. so i can’t wait!

not to sound over eager, i’m sorry i’ve been told i can be a bit like that. i’m just excited, i’m not sure if you’d find that stupid because i suppose this is just a piece of a paper? but i think we could be friends too!

and i honestly enjoy the way you write! ai is too integrated into today’s society, i don’t mean to get political, but i prefer you write the way you do! it’s nice, authentic, if you understand me.

good friends, actually, maybe even great. i can tell you some things about me…i like journalling! if that wasn’t obvious from the copious amount of stickers and lacy borders - hope they look nice by the way, i put a lot of effort into it! i like collecting trinkets, they’re quite cute. jellycats, calico critters, those are the basic ones, they can get a bit obscure. do you have any hobbies - you said you didn’t know what to write, i think this is a great starting point.

what tv shows do you watch? i feel like i watch a ton of tv..you could put me on some shows? or i could put you on some but i don’t really know what you like, or what i could introduce you to - if you’re open to that!

this letter has gone on for quite a while now..i’d hate to overwhelm you and promise the next one will be more structured if you write back. i hope you do, you seem interesting cam, even if you think you aren’t.

bye,

cali <3

(yap : i have to post this so i can then post my other penpal fic 🙈)

[squidpedia]

hi im pedia i like uty/utdr did you know bet you didnt know

faq, tag guide, and comics masterpost under the spinning creature

asks are always welcome but warning my inbox has reached 200+ unanswered questions, i am very often slow and unable to respond to everything. Try not to send the same ask more than once please!

Pronouns?

Any

Drawing program?

Procreate

Socials?

Youtube, Twitter (lurking only at this point), Bluesky, Switch (SW-2670-2211-5056) (thats not a social but crash my splatoon lobbies it would be funny)

Art trades/commissions?

Art trades open to mutuals, commissions not yet open but im aiming to open them in june hopefully!!!!

Boundaries on reposting, dubbing, and pfp’s

Dubs and reposts are ok just credit and let me know please so i can check it out. Send it to my inbox or dm’s or something pleaseeee I’d want to see!!!!! PFP’s also don’t need permission, just include credit somewhere like your bio

I sent you an ask a while ago/tagged you in a post but you never responded

I’M AWFUL AT RESPONDING TO ASKS AND TEND TO MISS A LOT OF NOTIFICATIONS I’M SORRYYYYYY I PROMMY IM JUST TERRIBLE. We have officially reached 200 missed asks :,,,,,) if you tagged me in a post don’t be afraid to rb it and tag me again, sorry for that!

I sent you a dm but didn’t get a responce

I mainly keep my messages open incase of questions/concerns, but otherwise when it comes to just casual chatting in the dm’s I prefer to limit that to my 18+ mutuals. I’ll probably leave you on read otherwise, sorry nothing against you!

I liked x thing you made. Can I make something inspired by it?

YEAH!!!! Flattered and happy I inspired you in that way!! Just 1) credit me and tag if youre posting it on tumblr, I would be so sad if I didn’t see it and would love love love to rb it and 2) if you need me to elaborate on anything then ask any questions and i’d be happy to yap. If it involves any of my fallen human designs just know they all go by they/them and u should be fine

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TAG GUIDE:

#Undertale Heart to Heart -> posts talking about my designs and thoughts regarding my fallen kid OCs. Its mostly lilac sorry. individual kids got their own tags like #aimee hth but I'm not linking them sorry you have to find those yourself

#Happily Ever After and Then Some (HEAaTS?) -> copium everyone lives au idgaf please let me have shameless fun and be extra nice because im probably shaking in my boots sharing any and all headcannons relating to this. based on the events of uty

#Phantom integrity au -> Narrator Integrity basically. its not really “canon” to lilac lore but i like drawing lilac as a ghost so🤷‍♂️. Ps if you wanna make your own content based off this concept, please go for it. You don’t even have to use lilac, i call it the phantom integrity au and not narra lilac just in case someone wants to yoink the concept for their own integrity. I think that’d be cool

#Kanako Integrity Duo -> kanako and integrity brain conversations. this is more canon to lilac lore actually

#Pedias art -> yuh

#Other peoples art -> you should check them out please 🥺

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UTDR/UTY COMICS MASTERPOST

(uty comics are highlighted in orange)

Clover’s Memories

Hiatus :(

Silence | Memory 1 | Memory 2 | Memory 2.5 | Sound | Memory 3 | Discrepancy | Memory 4 | Static

Clover’s Hat (post revive au)

Part 1 /// Part 2 /// Bonus

Kanako Integrity Duo (really short mini doodle comics)

Reconciliation // Introductions // Ceroba // Chujin

Miscellaneous:

Kris Clover Interaction // Kind Soul // Frisk vs. Clover’s POV // Bedtime // Who’s Your Friend? // Pipe Down // Family Visit // Unwell // Letter // Humor // Gamer // They // Kicked Out // It Keeps Happening // What’s In A Name // i dont think chara berdly and clover should be in a room together (i’ll probably make a cleaner version later) // Banter // Time // Block Out

Fallen Kids: (absolutely no promises i make many of these)

Related Reasons

[andiberzatto]

Hello angel face!! I’m new here but I’ve been a fan of your work every time I go on a carmy deep dive and see your wonderful writing! I’m also not very good at asks and if you’re not comfortable with writing something like this that’s completely okay, I totally understand buuuutttt I was thinking thoughts about just a soft carmy with sensitive reader. I know not very specific or helpful but i saw you just opened your box and figured I’d give it a go.

Also sorry about my explanation mark addiction i promise im not yelling their just so cute!!!!!!

Carmy’s girlfriend is anxious attachment. So even the slightest change in his tone worries her. Carmy doesn’t understand this. He doesn’t understand how his tone can effect someone. He never thinks before he speaks a lot of the time.

He laughs softly, removing his chef jacket and unbuttoning his shirt to change. He calls his girlfriend "Baby" like he always does. "You still up?" He asks softly, running a hand through his dark hair. He doesn't realize that his voice is slightly deeper than usual from being tired

she nods, “yeah. Bedroom.” she’s just up reading a book on their bed.

He walks into the bedroom, a slight sigh escaping him as he settles on the edge of the bed "What you reading?" He leans over to kiss her forehead gently. His usual casual self, but she notices his voice is deeper than usual "Long ass day..."

she nods “just a fantasy book… I’m at the part where they go to find the guy they need but he’s basically off grid. No one thinks he’s still alive..” she continues to ramble on about the book for a good couple of minutes, excited to tell carmy about her book. Carmy just sleepily nods, he’s exhausted from his day, normally he’d love this but he’s so beat.

He nods slightly at her choice of literature and begins to unbutton his shirt "Fantasy, huh? Didn’t picture you liking those kinds of books." His tone is playful, "You know what I really need right now?"

"A glass of wine and some silence," He mutters, tossing his shirt to the side. He begins to unbuckle his belt, his movements slower than usual due to his exhaustion. He doesn't realize that his tone is shorter than normal, which might seem irritable to her.

her mind turns over the “some silence” in her head. He said that after she yapped about her book. Did he mean she talks too much.. was he upset she gushed about her favorite character in the book?

Noticing her tension, he turns to face her, his expression softening slightly. He runs a hand through his hair again, frustration at his own tone evident "Baby..." He sits next to her on the bed, his voice slightly gentler "That wasn't... I'm just tired."

she looks at him “I know you don’t understand it.. but..”

He raises an eyebrow slightly, genuinely confused "Understand what?" He moves to lie back on the pillows, running a hand over his face tiredly "Are you mad at me?" His voice is deeper from exhaustion, but he's trying to be softer "What did I do?"

“Sometimes the way you say things or how you say them can be hurtful even if you don’t intend it”

He pauses, considering her words with a furrowed brow. Slowly, he turns to face her, propping himself up on one elbow. "Wait, you mean like... my tone?" His voice lifts in genuine surprise. He hadn't realized his exhaustion could be interpreted as irritability.

He sighs, rubbing his eyes with his free hand. "I had a long day, baby. I'm tired and stressed, and I didn't mean to come across as short with you." He reaches out, gently brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "I'm sorry, okay?"

He pulls her into a hug, holding her close as he rests his chin on top of her head. "I love you, even when I'm being an idiot." He murmurs softly, his voice muffled against her hair. "Can we just... forget about it and relax together for a bit?"

she nods “sorry I’m so sensitive”

He pulls back slightly, cupping her face gently with his hands. "Hey, no need to apologize for being sensitive." His tired eyes soften with affection. "That's just who you are, and I should learn to watch my tone better, especially after a long day." He smiles softly.

she looks at him softly from the space between his large hands that cup her face.

He leans in, pressing a gentle, tired kiss to her lips. "Let's just... forget about everything and just be together for a bit, okay?" He whispers, his breath warm against her lips. "No worries, no stress, just us." He nuzzles her face affectionately.

she kisses him once, it’s half hearted.

He chuckles softly at her half-hearted kiss, realizing she's overthinking again. He decides to cover her face with quick, soft kisses - cheeks, forehead, nose, chin - making her laugh softly. He pulls back slightly, watching her. "Baby?" His voice is low and thoughtful.

she giggles “yeah?”

He smiles, amused by her giggles. "You going to keep reading that fantasy book while I pass out?" His tone is playful but exhausted. He pulls her closer, burying his face slightly into her neck with a content sigh. "Wake me if dragons attack or anything magical happens, okay?"

she kisses him, “you can rest on my chest and I’ll read it to you?”

He freezes slightly, then smiles softly. "You'd do that?" He asks softly, nuzzling her chest softly. He's dead tired, and her suggestion suddenly sounds really appealing. He spreads himself on top of her legs like a starfish, his head resting on her stomach like a pillow.

she plays with his curls as she begins to read.

He lets out a content sigh, already drifting into sleep. The gentle sound of her voice combined with the comforting rhythm of her fingers playing with his hair makes a perfect lullaby. Occationally, he nuzzles closer, seeking physical contact.

[seasirengirl]

LEO VALDEZ DATING HCS

pairing: leo valdez x reader (godly parent not specified)

a/n: sorry for the super duper slow updates, my life has been a mess🫶🏼

ೀ friends to lovers is a trope owned by leo valdez and no one can change my mind

ೀ he’s such a shameless flirt

ೀ nicknames in spanish.

ೀ i repeat

ೀ nicknames in spanish.

ೀ he’s such a fun person to be around

ೀ always cracking jokes and all that

ೀ but

ೀ hold up

ೀ he doesn’t crack jokes at times when you don’t feel like hearing them, even though he’s known for doing that to others, you’re his exception

ೀ you two went everywhere together

ೀ quest? together

ೀ spending nights at bunker 9? not without you

ೀ he felt guilty for making you stay there though

ೀ but then you started ranting about how much you loved staying there

ೀ and he just couldn’t say no to you

ೀ or your pretty face

ೀ but we all know that you didn’t really think bunker 9 was the most comfortable place to sleep in

ೀ you just wanted to stay with your repair boy

ೀ after being two idiots who were very much in love but would never admit it

ೀ your friends got sick of it

ೀ y’know what that meaaannssss

ೀ at first percy and annabeth started talking about it

ೀ apparently piper and jason also had discussed it before (mostly piper)

ೀ frank and hazel are just there yknow

ೀ chilling

ೀ with no clue about what’s going on

ೀ anyway

ೀ doing very couple-ish things all together

ೀ there were eight of you.

ೀ obviously meaning that

ೀ you and leo had to be dragged into all of that

ೀ which neither of you complained about

ೀ but you wouldn’t say it

ೀ going on carnival dates <3

ೀ well they weren’t technically dates for you and leo

ೀ but they felt like dates

ೀ the other six ditched you every second

ೀ and you two still managed to be clueless

ೀ smh

ೀ honestly thank the gods for piper

ೀ when you AND leo both found out about your feelings at the same time

ೀ you were both ranting to her

ೀ cause she’s the daughter of aphrodite

ೀ ykyk

ೀ and also a great friend

ೀ but she needed a break atp

ೀ hearing both of you yap about each other not knowing that the other feels the same

ೀ until one day she had ENOUGH

ೀ bro was tired fr

ೀ so she decided to make both of you a bit jelly

ೀ not a bit tbh, a lot

ೀ yk, telling leo that the new guy from cabin 7 was talking about asking you out

ೀ or telling you that one of her sisters were going to make a move on leo at the bonfire tonight

ೀ leo couldn’t let some guy try to make a move on his girl

ೀ and you couldn’t either

ೀ so

ೀ both of you decided to confess at the same time

ೀ leo walked up to you just as you were about to find him

ೀ “can we go somewhere private?”

ೀ such a simple sentence left you speechless, only managing a nod

ೀ “i don’t want you to go out with him” leo blurted out

ೀ “with who?” you asked, did you have a date you forgot about?

ೀ “andrew, the new guy from 7?”

ೀ “i’m not going on a date with him, oh wait- piper...”

ೀ silence. total silence.

ೀ “i have something to-“

ೀ “i have to tell y-“

ೀ you couldn’t help but laugh at that, “go ahead.”

ೀ“i would say ‘ladies first’, but i have to say this, ever since i stepped a foot in camp, i’ve had a crush on you, so will you do the honors of being my girl?”

ೀ “i’d love to.”

ೀ “so would it be okay if i-“

ೀ “shut up, valdez”

ೀ and he did shut up, because his tongue was too busy being down your throat

ೀ ok what.

ೀ anyway

ೀ after that night, your friends wished they never set you two up

ೀ they were just jealous that you two were a better couple than them

ೀ or that’s what you thought

ೀ leo was actually the best boyfriend you could ask for

ೀ he would make you the coolest gifts ever

ೀ any kind of jewellery a girl could dream of

ೀ he made it

ೀ flowers that never die, all yours

ೀ honestly you can’t recall a night that you haven’t slept without leo in winter

ೀ slept.

ೀ he kept you so warm when it was cold out

ೀ cause he’s your fireboy

ೀ he’s so touchy and always has to have his arm around you somehow

ೀ but he wouldn’t be much of a pda guy

ೀ especially it it makes you uncomfortable.

[iatnen]

Thank you for replying to me! 🙈

Do you have character sheets for Daniel? I’d love to see how you characterise him and what kind of personality he has. I have no artistic talent AT ALL so I live vicariously through different artists on tumblr who draw their MC, so thank you for entertaining me ❤️

HI AGAIN ANON

I actually did not have a character sheet ready when you sent this so I had to scramble to make one for you LMAO I sorta based it on @choccy-milky’s char sheet since I had no idea how to make one…… Also kinda crazy how he looks so different than when I first drew him just a week ago…

But erm yeah I guess I can try to tell a little bit about Daniel’s character even though I still haven’t thought too deeply about it. I’ll try to keep it brief 😰

Basic description of Daniel’s personality:

Competitive: likes to win/be the best, loves sports (Quidditch ofc 😼 !!!), a bit of a perfectionist, gets frustrated with little mistakes

Stubborn: doesn’t know how to quit, the type of guy to go to Quidditch practice even when he’s sick, needs a lot of convincing to get him to listen 😅, when he’s locked in he’s LOCKED IN

Independent: prefers to handle things on his own, doesn’t like receiving help from others, can work in a team but would just be off doing his own thing

Emotionally reserved: isn’t great with emotions especially his own, bottles up feelings/ignores them, often leans more towards being logical in decision-making situations rather than emotional

Awkward: ………yeah 👍

Lowkey just a chill guy who doesn’t gaf (but actually does secretly gaf)

As for his relationship with Sebastian aside from the canon game events, they both love quidditch so that bonded them even closer together as teammates. I think that slowly they both begin to mutually notice each other but don't want to speak up in fear of ruining their friendship and also they’re just in denial…. So they resort to just teasing each other and being like “let’s kiss each other to see what kissing a girl feels like” 😅

I’m so sorry it’s not really detailed…. Like I said I haven’t thought much about it/still in progress of building him and also cuz I didn’t want to make this post too long cuz who wants to read all that yap. BUUUUT I am drafting up a fanfic about them, not sure how long I want it to be tho 😰 Hopefully that will give you guys more info of his character and see their dynamic in action. WRITING IS SO HARD kudos to all you writers !!! If only I can write as good as I can draw 😿 Don’t expect it to be up anytime soon tho IT MIGHT NEVER EVEN BE POSTED WHO KNOWS !!!! DON’T EXPECT ANYTHING !!!! I PROBABLY SHOULDN’T TELL YOU THAT IF I CANT PROMISE IT BUT WHATEVS !!!! 😰😰😰