#this is sorta messy but i want to write her so bad

[stormlit]

bg3 elayne is princess and heir of idk faerun geography who has been sent to baldur's gate to train with a powerful and revered group of women who can use magic -- almost all sorcerers, though not exclusively -- who live at the white tower of baldur's gate. they seem reluctant to send forces out into the shadow-cursed lands, even knowing the harpers are holding out, but elayne (along with her friend egwene, who'd just made it to the tower after escaping what happened to her homeland) can't stand to sit idly by and she breaks the rules and ventures off to try and help people who'd been left behind. tav probably encounters her and egwene fully exhausted using their magic to protect a few people from the darkness, and gets them all to the last light inn, where egwene reunites with nynaeve and elayne gets to feel like a spare wheel. i don't think tav asks her to be a companion but she follows them anyway bc it's the right thing to do and nynaeve/egwene are still in their camp, so they're kind of stuck with her. she's got very powerful inherent magic, she's extremely useful.

class-wise, she's mostly a sorcerer. i lean towards her being a lunar sorcerer, but she's also multiclassed into artificer; she loves to tinker and create useful things and magic items. if she gets to a high enough level in it she'd be the artillerist subclass.

[lynnsquared]

In My Dreams || stepsis!Yves x f!Reader

an : so i'm sorta kinda taking a little break rn but i didn't want to just post nothing this month.. 😭🙏 this little fic is just me trying to branch out and write things i'm not exactly used to, i guess!! plz enjoy (to everyone who has sent in requests please understand i see them and i will work soon.. life has been kind of messy and im sure if ur a student u will understand the stress at this time of year so plz just.. know that i will get to you soon and that i am not ignoring you)

cw : stepcest (duh), wet dreams, somnophilia, dubcon??, scissoring, uhhh i'm not sure 😭 both yves and reader and pervs but focuses mostly on yves sooo, not proofread, kind of shitty bec i've never written somno or dubcon or anything with a plot like this so this is more like a warm up round

wc : 1.6k

A string of soft moans left your mouth at the feeling of Sooyoung's gentle hands fondling your breasts. Her nimble fingers grazed over your nipples as she bit down slightly on your neck. When you winced at the feeling of her teeth sinking into your skin, Sooyoung hushed you.

"You need to be quiet, sweet thing. Mom and Dad might hear you."

In response, you attempted to keep your lips sealed tight. You tried to keep everything in while you shivered from your stepsister's affectionate touch. You could feel the damp spot in your panties becoming more and more obnoxious as it got wetter. Sooyoung seemed to be preoccupied with your tits, so the most you could do to soothe yourself was press your thighs together and let a few quiet, needy whines slip from your throat. She noticed immediately.

"Aw, you're already so excited. You wanted big sis to touch you so bad, right?"

You nodded eagerly. Sooyoung's eyes were hungry and almost predatory as a smirk formed on her lips. One hand snuck off of your breast and down to your panties, feeling your erect clit through the fabric. She rubbed delicate circles and cooed. She knew you were wet, but the extent to which you were was slightly shocking.

"Needy girl, you're soaking.."

Sooyoung chuckled before she pushed your panties to the side and effortlessly dipped her middle finger into your cunt. A sharp moan fell from you as her finger caught you off guard, the sudden contact feeling unexpected but satisfactory nonetheless. You quickly slapped your hand over your mouth to make sure your parents wouldn't hear and tightly gripped onto her shoulder with the other. Before you knew it, Sooyoung's thumb found its way to your clit, and she was-

-Awoken abruptly. Tonight was the third night this week that Sooyoung had a wet dream about you, her younger stepsister. These dreams started a few months after your parents got married. At first, she felt so much shame, but now they'd just become a part of her life. You found Sooyoung odd because she rarely spoke to you, but this shame was the reason behind that. She could barely stand facing you, so the idea of talking to you was infinitely more horrifying. She was afraid of these desires. She was worried about her ability to control herself around you, so she closed you out entirely. It's been an awkward few months living with her since then, but she assumed this was for the best.

She sighed as she woke up, shaking and sweaty. She slept in only her tank top and panties, and she could feel the dampness between her thighs when they pressed together as she sat up. She rubbed her eyes, switched her light on, and looked at the mattress. There was a stain from her slick. She cursed under her breath and scratched her head. This was the most intense reaction her body had after a wet dream.

She felt a little shame, but she couldn't shake the feeling of arousal. She sat up, stretched, and checked the time on the clock on her dresser. It was 11:30. That was late, but not late enough for you to be asleep. The thought of you being awake now turned her on for some reason. She was uncontrollably wet, and it only got worse with the sudden urge to go into your room and beg for help. 

With shaky legs, Sooyoung stood up and moved towards your room as quietly as possible. She turned the knob to your door and gradually pushed it open. When she noticed your lamp was still on, she opened it faster, assuming you were awake. She stepped in, turned around, and shut the door before analyzing her surroundings. She immediately noticed that while your lamp was on, its light was dim, and you were asleep on your bed. 

As perverted as it sounds, your sleeping face turned her on.

It turned her on a lot.

No amount of guilt she felt could've surpassed her desire. Her guilt wasn't even apparent when she crawled into your bed. She stared at your sleeping face and flushed. You were so pretty when you slept. She couldn't help but let her hands wander past the band of her panties. She started to touch herself softly, coming in contact with the immense amount of slick she'd produced in her sleep. When her fingers grazed over her clit, a sharp but still quiet moan escaped her throat. She analyzed every detail of your face. She could tell you were in a deep sleep. 

That's when something hit her. You were the deepest sleeper she'd ever seen. She recalled a few months ago when you'd watched a movie with your parents. You fell asleep on the couch after 30 minutes and stayed there until morning. She remembered being shocked when you didn't stir in the slightest, as the movie was incredibly loud. Your inability to be disturbed when you slept gave her an idea. 

Slowly, Sooyoung sat up. She removed her hand from her underwear and flipped you onto your back, looking for any signs of disturbance before continuing. When she was confident you were undisturbed, she pulled off your shorts, leaving you in your panties. She faintly blushed when she saw them. She almost snapped back to reality and realized how perverted she was acting, but she couldn't stop herself.

She took off her panties, then yours, biting her lip when she revealed your crotch in its entirety. Looking at your face again for discomfort, she lifted your legs and spread them slowly. When she got you to a position she believed would be the most comfortable, her desire consumed her again. She placed her clit against yours and bit her lip. Your eyebrows kneaded together, a quiet groan coming from your throat. Sooyoung, as worried as she was about you waking up, couldn't hear you. She was lost in her pleasure as a string of drool fell down her chin. 

Just sitting with your clits pressed together eventually wasn't enough for her. She started to hump your pussy in a slow rhythm, holding back a whine with every movement. She was desperate to get off and even more desperate to feel your body against hers. She couldn't help but go faster, her lewd behavior fueled by the feeling of your cunt pulsing against hers. You liked it. You liked her... Even if you didn't know it.

Sooyoung was eventually unable to hold back her noises. She picked up her pace and panted, the occasional grunt slipping out as propping one of your legs up to deepen the contact between your folds and hers. She threw her head back and sighed, coming closer and closer to her orgasm. The room was silent, except for the subtle slap of your thighs and her grunting. That was until the silence broke unexpectedly. 

You shifted a bit before groggily opening your eyes. You were immediately alarmed when you realized you were naked from the waist down, and even more so when you felt your stepsister rubbing your clits together and moaning like a fool. She didn't notice you woke up until you spoke softly. "S-Sooyoung..?"

With that, her movements didn't cease but slowed. She looked down at you with wide eyes and a flushed face. She was so horny she couldn't bring herself to stop or even acknowledge how you might've felt. She just placed one palm over your mouth frantically and hushed you. "S-sis, shh.. It's ok, it's just me.."

You whined, partly because of discomfort but also because it was impossible not to when her erect clit hit yours. You would be lying if you said you'd never fantasized about her as well, and you were too tired to tell her to stop. If you were in your right mind, you wouldn't have been so afraid. 

Sooyoung spoke as she removed her hand from your mouth, placing it back where it had been before as she sped up again. "I-I'm close, let me finish... Let me finish, and I'll go away.."

As she continued, you started to enjoy the feeling of her body on yours. Moans and pleas for more fell from your throat as you could feel yourself approaching your orgasm as well. Sooyoung huffed before she winced sharply and ceased her humping. Her cunt twitched as she pressed it tightly to yours, a layer of cum coating your pussy before you came as well. You came shockingly fast, but she'd been stimulating you for as long as you were stimulating her. It was only so shocking because you woke up in the middle of it.

Sooyoung was a little surprised when you gave in and came. She expected you to be afraid and push her away, but you didn't. You had the same reaction as she did. She was ecstatic.

Instead of leaving like she said she would, she flopped over next to you and panted, pulling her panties back on. She looked at you with her slightly teary eyes and spoke softly. "I'm sorry, sis.." 

"No, don't apologize.." You muttered, your face flushing as she stared at you. "It's fine... I just have to process that." 

Sooyoung fell quiet as your words fell on her ears. You really didn't mind that? What a dream come true. Silently, she clung to your side tightly and let her eyes flutter shut. She grew drowsy again as you sighed, but she didn't expect you to speak again. "We have to talk about this tomorrow, though." 

She nodded, agreeing to talk with you. She nuzzled as close as she could and let herself drift off, you following her into sleep shortly after. It was more than obvious that it didn't matter how much you tried to satisfy each other. No matter what, you would keep meeting Sooyoung in her dreams and making her crave things she never knew she needed.

[nucleo-bang-tan]

Destiny's Route | JJK

Pairing/s: F1 Driver!Jungkook, Rich!Reader

Genre: Soulmate AU, Smut

Ratings: 18+ Mature Themes

Warnings: Arrogant Jk, blonde!jk descriptions of an accident, jk sorta ruins his entire career, fangirls, random ass bells (like the ones from Your Name, sorry), creampie, tit play, penetration, Dom!Jk, dry humping, sex to songs (had to make my smut unique), they're in lOvEeee, major character development, cute ending, bad smut according to me, messy writing and plot

A/N: I had written this when Smoke Sprite had just came out. I might be new but judge me well and don't be a silent reader, leave comments

Formula One: World Championships 2020

"Jeon Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook!" The entire stadium roared and he hadn't even stepped into the sights yet.

His leather racing gear tightened and the helmet in his arms was enough of a proof that he was a racer.

A smug smirk on his face and body blooming with pride in himself, he finally stepped into the stadium.

Oh, it was louder than anything you've ever heard. Louder than the thrumming hearts of the other racers standing near their cars, louder than the vrooming of the engines that would be heard in the near future and definitely louder than the poor commentators.

It was his habit, this countdown he had in his brain. Counting each second hours before his race.

'15 minutes till I start' was the thought that overpowered all the screams.

He put on his helmet and nodded to his manager who seemed to speak, but the only thing Jungkook could hear was his own voice saying '13 minutes...'

He pretended to hear them, the screaming fans, the panicking manager, the warning by the referee to get ready for the race.

Maybe the only thing that Jungkook heard was a slight horn blowing and suddenly he could hear everything.

The imaginary clock in his mind had stopped and the battle had begun.

Immediately leaving the brakes, his car began at a relatively fast speed. Some who over exaggerate might even say, it was like a bullet out of a rifle.

But those who know and watch his races could clearly say he was just getting started.

Instantly at the front, he heard over his comm, a simple, "That was a good start." by his ever so cold yet sweet coach

"And a great start by number 5, the crowd is already going wild for him." One of the barely heard commentators announced.

Jungkook was famous to say the least. Not only did he amass a male audience with his driving skills, he attracted the unlikely female locals with his charms too.

Everyone wanted to get a piece of him, being invited to various talk shows, mainstream award ceremonies, and much to his rivals' dismay, being named one of the greatest racers among present F1 drivers.

But unlike most, he was never humble about it. Why should he be, he answered whenever questioned by his coach. He works hard for it and he's different than the others, he's never lost a single race he's been in.

Nobody liked his attitude but the arrogance added to his confidence and charms.

"The first one to complete the 20th lap is number 5, Jeon Jungkook. His teammate, Kim Yugyeom is however far behind." Hey, Jungkook played his part perfectly, why should be bother about his teammate.

But his whole team knew Yugyeom wouldn't survive a second after he dared to mess Jungkook's race up.

"Pit stop?" His coach asked over the comm.

"I suppose the tires could use some help. Don't make me lose time." Jungkook replied.

His car slowed down gradually and took a detour to his team's pit stop.

It was so quick he could barely spare a glance. But he did. Something caught his eye, or rather someone.

It was like the time itself had stopped, Jungkook's eyes would've missed it if he didn't pay enough attention. Now, he had seen many and plenty beautiful girls in his entire lifetime, heck he fucked two yesterday.

But the one he saw that moment, made him forget where he was, what he was sitting in that car for. Her eyes didn't meet his eyes, but he caught all of her. Her brunette tresses, the red Formula 1 team jacket she was wearing.

She wasn't from Jungkook's team, Ferrari; he could tell. What was she doing in Ferrari's booth then?

She was smiling at someone, talking to them, he supposed. It was the most beautiful smile he had seen. Call him a fool but the first thought that processed through his head, or rather through his dick was, I need to be balls deep in her. Fuck her good.

Were those bells?

A faint sound of bells ringing was heard to only Jungkook and he suddenly became too overwhelmed by it all. They weren't loud but it was the most unique sound he had ever heard, the most beautiful one.

His coach practically had to knock his helmet to get him going. He had wasted 12 seconds of his precious time causing a commotion around and outside the pitstop.

Taking his eyes off of the girl who was now looking straight at him with her lustrous gaze, he pushed the accelerator and went level ahead without looking at where he was driving to.

"Jungkook what's wrong with you?" He heard.

"I'm horny now, shit." He replied without hearing what his coach had asked.

"What? This is being recorded man."

"Yeah, sure. What's the status?" He couldn't care less if people heard what he said.

"You're second now, damn it."

"Fuck, all cause of the bell girl."

"Get your fucking head in the game." His coach yelled. "You can still make it."

Lap after lap, Jungkook started to fall behind. This has never happened before. His mind only on the red jacket girl. He was too overwhelmed by the noises, the constant yelling of his coach, the winds that hit him.

He wanted to puke and could barely breath, a knot formed in his stomach. He was nervous for the first time in 5 years of his career.

His body started to fall weak and he was about to shed tears. He was losing his first place?

"Jungkook, pit stop." His coach said after around the 40th lap. By this time, Jungkook was barely holding onto the wheel, getting weaker per passing second.

"I'm already losing, I can't." He managed to mutter out.

"There are 20 more laps, you can catch up easily."

"I said, I fucking can't." He spat out. There was no way he was losing his first place. He was Jeon Jungkook, he never lost.

His horniness far gone, he finally decided it was time to overtake the fucker who was in the first place.

"Jeon, slow down and enter the pitstop right now!" His coach warned and he ignored it.

He sped up, going 200...210...220, testing the limits of his vehicle. Little did he know, his tires did reach their limits.

He was finally returning back to his normal state. However, when he hit 260, it was a new high to his senses, as well as his tires.

One of them ruptured by the heat.

It was a matter of split second but Jungkook couldn't process any of it. Wails of women, men alike were heard; he was mid air. And the next second he was lying upside down on the side track, his helmet cracked but still protecting his head.

He was still awake, that's what made it more painful. He tried to get out by removing his seat's safety gear, but he could barely move his legs weren't hurting, they were just numb. But his chest hurt like shit.

'Great, new low.' he thought and started losing consciousness. 'Cue my head getting dizzy, and...' was the last thing that went through his head. He slipped in and out the unconscious.

Blaring alarms, sounds of an distorted ambulance, his panicky manager panicking more than usual. He could tell why everyone was in chaos.

He didn't know why but he wanted to see the girl in the red jacket more than anything at the moment. He didn't care if he shouldn't be bleeding out of his thighs right now and the piece of metal certainly shouldn't be sticking out of the left one.

He wanted to see you. And he did.

Faraway from the commotion, you were holding a horrified expression, tears ran down your face and an older man in grey suit comforted you.

The last expression he held before passing out completely was the same he had when he entered the stadium, a smug smile; you were crying for him.

The room was silent apart from his heavy breathing. The stuttered beeping indicated he was in a hospital. Everything hurt so bad, even breathing was a task. He slowly shifted his head and opened his eyes.

No one...

Ofcourse, there would be no one by his bedside. His parents were in another country and he had no one else with him except his team whom he treated like shit.

The door opened revealing a man wearing a white coat, presumably a doctor, who was attending on Jungkook.

Jungkook slightly raised his hand even though it was sore and gave him a slight wave.

"Oh Mr. Jeon, good to see you awake." He quickly checked the beeping monitor for his stats.

Jungkook cleared his throat, "Is there anyone waiting for me?"

"Unfortunately, your manager and team has went back to their respective cities. Only your coach stayed back."

"Where is he now?"

"I've sent a nurse to look.... And here he is." The doctor corrected himself after he saw the man barging in through the door.

"Jungkook! My man! How are you? Are you breathing good?" His coach grabbed his achy hand.

Jungkook couldn't help but smile at his display of affection by his usually stern coach.

"Ouch..." He winched slightly when his bed was slightly moved by the older man's momentum. "I'm good Mr. Bang."

"Is he good, doctor?" He looked over at the man jotting down something on his notepad.

"He'll be able to walk in 5 weeks time of full rest. After that he can be discharged."

"Thank you." Mr. Bang bowed. "Thank you so much." The doctor bowed in response and left the two of them alone.

"So, kid? Are you ready to talk about it?" He turned to Jungkook.

"I got horny, that's all." He laughed earning a tut from his mentor. "Why did the team leave so early?"

"Early? Jungkook it's been a week since the accident." Ofcourse the racer had no idea it had been that long. "Also I have something to tell you."

"What is it?"

"Not now, maybe later. It's something important, yeah? We have to meet to administration."

"What do you mean, let go of me?" Jungkook had to be held back by his coach, or one could say ex-coach. His anger knew no bounds as he was about to jump his manager.

"Y-you can't let me off, I've given you so many wins, you can't." He pleaded through his anger.

"Sorry Jungkook it's not my decision take it up with the board." The manager said nonchalantly.

And so he did. He hasted into the door labeled CEO without hearing any instructions from the presumed assistant.

He burst through the door heads turning towards him. One of a man he had seen before but couldn't quite place and one of the CEO of Ferrari himself.

"Well if it isn't Jeon Jungkook!" The other man said to which Jungkook didn't pay any heed to.

"Jungkook, what's wrong? If you want to talk you can get an appo-"

"I don't want a stupid appointment, I just want to know why I'm being let off. You can't just let me off. I've given my everything for this company since I was 18. And no one, I say, no one can give you as much money as I earn a single minute. It was just a minor accident, we can work over it, doesn't mean I need to be fucking thrown out of the company." He pointed a finger at the man in authority.

The CEO was quiet through his rant and finally spoke, "Jungkook please have a seat."

"Just answer my fucking question." He reluctantly took a seat, his leg was starting to hurt a bit.

"Jungkook, do you know who this fine man is?" He pointed towards the familiar man in the gray suit.

"No, and I don't necessarily care." The hot headed man scoffed.

"This is the CEO of McLaren. And he has offered $90million for you."

Jungkook's eyes widened in realisation, he wasn't being let off, he was being sold off. Any other driver would have been estatic, jumping off the ceiling, but Jungkook was horrified.

Ferrari had been his home since the beginning of his career. He couldn't possibly let go of his home, his team and especially his coach.

"No." Jungkook said, mind not able to process the information.

"Yeah we know, we knew you wouldn't like being traded and after the stunt you pulled, not listening to your coach, our reputation has been tarnished severely. Have you been seeing the news? People are furious that we let you drive like that.

So to answer your precious little question, you can't be traded neither can you be kept in our company. Hence, we're letting you off."

Jungkook got up and banged his fists on the glass table, cracking it a bit. "Fuck off, I don't care, coach will find a way to get me back in."

"Jungkook, he won't. You're not coming back on track. Not from Ferrari atleast." He smiled.

Jungkook was in tears at this point, leaving his home because of his own mistake was something he thought would never happen in a million years.

It was you. It was you that had caused it all. Even though it may have been unbeknownst to you, it was your fault.

Ever since Jungkook saw you, he had this uneasy feeling in his stomach, almost as if he drank tons of alcohol and couldn't puke how much ever he wanted to. Nothing had been going right, and Jungkook wasn't having it.

"F-fuck all of you." Was the last thing he said before storming out of the CEO's office, never to enter it again.

"So father, how did it go?" You asked. "Did Jeon agree?"

"Ofcourse not. I know racers like him, he lived for Ferrari, and he wouldn't give in that easily." Your father said, adjusting his gray suit.

It was a bright, huge building. You were sitting in its spotless lobby. You could tell it was built to perfection, down to the last bit as you couldn't find a single flaw in it what so ever.

It reminded you of your father's main work building. Though your father's was brighter and more lively, filled with people you know since your childhood.

"Well, do you still have work here? Or we can go home?"

The older man laughed, "You can go have a walk baby." He looked out the window. "Oop it's raining, stay inside then, I'll get you something to keep you entertained."

"No, I'll prefer to walk." You knew Jungkook had stormed out and you wanted to look for him. He wouldn't have gone far considering how much it was raining at the time.

"Find yourself an umbrella then, dear. I have to go." You hugged your father and he walked into an elevator.

Jungkook couldn't tell if he was just dreaming. If he was still in the hospital, and still in his sleep. It certainly would be better that way.

His thoughts were cut off by a loud sound followed by a sudden gush of rainfall hitting his face as he looked up at the sky.

'Great, how bad can it get' he thought as he stopped walking and sat down on a bench.

The park in front of the Ferrari head office was always his favorite place. He'd come here when he had no friends to go to. No family to look up at.

He sighed, rain still drenching him. But it was an enjoyment of sorts. He closed his eyes feeling each raindrop as they hit his face, he smiled knowing this was the most peaceful he'd be in a long time.

But the rain was stopped by someone. He opened his eyes to see you smiling brightly, holding an umbrella over him and you, right in front of him.

Jungkook was extremely pissed off by now. The last thing he needed was you to come out of nowhere after he'd lost everything.

He scoffed, "Nice of you to grace me with your presence." The knot in his stomach relaxed for some reason and he was feeling a lot better.

Close up, you looked much better than he had assumed. If Jungkook was asked to draw a perfect face, he'd draw yours. Words couldn't possibly express how overwhelmed he felt when he was in front of you, in a good way ofcourse.

"What do you mean?" You tilted your head in confusion. Jungkook would be lying if he said he didn't get goosebumps at the sound of your voice. "You know..." You wiped the seat beside him to sit on. "...I've been a big fan of you."

"I don't care, just leave me alone."

"I'm Y/n, Kim Y/n."

He sighed looking off into the distant with an uninterested look, "Jeon Jungkook." This was weirdly not how he had expected your first interaction to go. He could feel that you somehow felt the same way he did.

The drops from before slid down his porcelain skin, you almost wanted to reach a hand out to touch him, you wish you did.

"I know." You smiled. "And I know you felt something too."

He snapped his head towards you, "What?"

"The weird feeling in the stomach, yeah, I've been feeling it too." You looked down at your fiddling hand in your lap. "I-I heard the bells as well."

There was no way, Jungkook looked at your profile silently. Half admiring you, half being shocked at the new information.

Jungkook had always wished he'd find his soulmate the same way they found each other in Your Name, by the sound of bells. Of course, he was kidding himself, a way of coping with the fact that no girl interested him. However, he secretly wanted it to actually happen, it'd save him the trouble of finding a date at least.

Jungkook would never have imagined a random nobody to be his so-called soulmate.

"Have you heard the bells?" You asked meekly. You weren't sure if he did and didn't want to seem a weirdo. He nodded much to your relief.

An awed Jungkook looked at you for an explanation, you seemed to know more than him.

"Well, are you gonna tell me?"

"Tell you what? I'm dumbfounded here too." You shrugged.

'Well, that was stupid', both of you thought.

It was awkward, to say the least. Jungkook didn't want to speak, you didn't know how to speak.

"I'm sorry for the accident, how are you doing?" You finally broke the silence.

"Well, you should be apologizing. I'm good thank you for your concern." He smirked down at you.

You were sitting so close to him. Arms brushing against each other, his warm breath hitting you. He placed a hand on your thigh, letting his impulsive thoughts win.

"What? Why should I be apologizing, you idiot?" His warm hand brushed up against your skirt-clad thigh, dragging it up to touch your smooth skin.

"I don't know, you caused it all. I couldn't focus because of you. That's why I was late to start from the pitstop."

You were lucky the park was empty; because the way Jungkook was dragging your skirt up was vile, he was vile. Who does that to a girl he just met? He clearly didn't give a fuck who was watching.

He leaned closer to your blushing face and said, almost whispered, "The rain has stopped baby, what are you holding the umbrella for?"

You closed your eyes in embarrassment and pulled the umbrella shut as Jungkook laughed. "I'm sorry, but I don't see my fault here. How was the accident my doing?"

Jungkook took his free hand to a stray strand of hair covering your face and tucked it behind your ear, only to touch your cheek as if you were a piece of art. "Look at you, how could you not cause the fucking accident. Walking around in this skirt, being such a sin."

Okay, you were officially done with him. You quickly got up from your seat beside him making him retract his hands from you.

"Being cheesy with me isn't going to help your career, Jungkook. You're a lost cause at this point. I didn't cause your accident, your own dumb brain did it." You spat, walking away.

"You can't talk to me like that." He said getting up and walking after you.

"So arrogant." you mocked, walking faster. "You know, I came here to make you feel better, you aren't helping."

Jungkook realised you were a hard one, offence wasn't going to work and he definitely wasn't going to let his potential soulmate walk away.

"Fine, I'm sorry. Let me fix it."

"This isn't about....you're so difficult." you groaned. Jungkook stopped and held your wrist making you come to a halt and turn back at him. "This is assault you know."

"Shut up and let me take you out to tomorrow night"

"Ask politely."

"I never ask anyone out, that's all you get."

"Ask politely."

He sighed for what seemed to be the millionth time that week, "Would you please do me the honor of going out to a date with me?" He ridiculed.

"Where?"

"Meet me right here at 8pm tomorrow."

"How do I trust you?"

"I might be a douche bag to others but I know how to treat women right."

"Damn..." Jungkook whispered under his breath. He knew you were a walking nightmare for him and his dick but the skin tight silver dress you were wearing was sinister for him.

Though you were wearing a coat, he could still see the outline of your curves making his pants a bit tighter than usual.

You were zoned out staring at the night sky, on the same bench you two had your first awkward encounter on.

A lot of things on your mind. Jungkook, your father's quickly devaluating company, and did you mention Jungkook?

Maybe you were obsessing over him more than he was over you, maybe this was all wrong and you were never meant to even meet.

You have had been a fan of Jungkook since his first ever race 5 years ago. Being such a big fan, you knew he was a playboy and wasn't going to commit anytime soon. Numerous scandals of him cheating on his celebrity girlfriends popped up from time to time and honestly, you were scared.

Scared because you heard the bells and scared because it might have been a misunderstanding.

Even if it was a misunderstanding, you got a chance with him and you were afraid of losing it.

A teardrop rolled down your face due to the anxiety.

"You know..." You were startled by the man beside who suddenly appeared beside you. "I would love to see you cry..." He reached out and wiped the tear. "...but when you're under me." He winked.

You brightened and hit his arm for being so cheesy again.

He laughed and asked, "What were you thinking about?"

"Stuff..."

"Yeah, no shit. What stuff?"

"Jungkook?"

"Yeah, baby?" You felt butterflies in your stomach at such a simple gesture and he knew how he affected you.

You gulped, "W-What if we didn't actually hear any bells, it was just a coincidence both of us were hallucinating at the same time?"

"Well, those bells fractured my leg and 3 ribs, let's assume they were real shall we?" He smiled. Not an ounce of doubt could be seen on his face.

"You're something else." You smiled.

"I've been told." He adjusted his leather jacket. "I believe we have a date waiting for us?" You nodded.

You got up, following Jungkook's movements. "So, where are you taking me? To an orgy?"

"Hah, close enough. We're going to the beach."

You scowled, "Are you fucking kidding me? You're taking me to a beach, in this dress?"

"Stop complaining, honey." You both reached the exit of the park where Jungkook had parked his vehicle.

And it's not like he couldn't have chose one of many of his luxury cars. It's not like he couldn't have gotten a Lamborghini, or preferably a Porsche for you to sit comfortably in.

He chose a fucking motorcycle...

You were supposed to sit on a motorcycle with a minidress...

"I am not sitting on a motorcycle, my father would kill me."

"I have a license baby, don't worry, it's safe."

You wanted to smack him in his dumb head so bad at that moment. He clearly didn't think things through.

"I trust you but it's no-"

"No buts, you trust me. That's all I need." He put on his gloves and helmet and gave you one for yourself. You sighed, you should've never agreed to this.

You struggled to get on the motorcycle itself and the sloped seat made your front slide right into Jungkook's back.

Oh, he enjoyed every minute of your agony. You held onto him so tight, your boobs were squished flat against him.

It was special to Jungkook: meeting his soulmate. Though he was pissed off at you first, he couldn't deny his that you were his soulmate. He didn't care what the world believed or what you believed.

He was dead-sure that he heard the bells, and he wasn't going to hear otherwise.

That's why Jungkook brought his favourite motorcycle for you. He wouldn't let anyone, not even his older brother touch it but he readily brought it to impress you.

"Enjoying the ride?" He asked as you had stopped at a signal.

"Uh-" You were half disoriented at this point. "Very."

"Just let go of me. And try to enjoy wind in your hair." He suggested. He sounded so geniune there was no way you couldn't try it out. Even if it meant that you might fly off into the abyss.

You slowly let go of him, finally holding him just by his waist and striaghtening your body.

You felt peace. You understood what Jungkook meant for you to do but you were still a bit afraid to let go of him completely.

But before you knew it, Jungkook was coming to a stop.

You looked around to see nothing but an empty road and a barely lit beach which seemed to be private as no one was on it.

"We'll have to walk from here." Jungkook said as both of you got off.

"Are you gonna assault me here too?" You jested, adjusting your dress and your coat.

"Just ask me, I'll do anything, baby." You still hadn't gotten used to his nickname. You knew he didn't mean them but they still felt very personal.

"I bet you say that to all the girls you meet." You stated as you started walking. The soil slowly turned to sand. "And I bet you bring every single girl here and fuck them."

"You really take me as a playboy, don't you?"

"Because you are."

"I only fuck girls in my mansion and I've never ever brought anyone out on a date, especially here."

"That still makes you a playboy."

"I can be loyal for you." He suggested and you laughed. But for some reason he didn't.

He stopped on his tracks, "Y/n, I'm serious. I could be loyal for you."

"Jungkook, you can't be loyal to anyone. There's nothing in the world that can make me think that you'll do that to me."

You reached the shore and were still confused as to what you were going to do here.

"Wait here, I'll grab a blanket from the house."

You hadn't noticed but there was a big beach house nearby. You assumed it was Jungkook's. You never took Jungkook as a guy who owned a piece of private beach.

It was almost romantic. You walked into the ocean, water barely reaching your ankles. It was full moon, so it was well lit despit the beach having only a small number of lamp posts.

You took a deep breath, feeling better to have had agreed to come here. The smell of salt and sand tickled your nose almost teasing you to enter the ocean.

Jungkook exited the beach house with a blanket big enough for 5-6 people. His eyes fell on you bathing in the moonlight. He didn't get horny, rather, he got goosebumps.

'So beautiful' was one of the million thoughts circuiting through his brain at the moment. He had never seen such a view before.

How he wished time were to stop right then and there.

He snapped out of his trance after you turned at him and smiled brightly, the beach had made you happier than before.

"Well, are you gonna do something with that blanket or...?"

"Uh- yeah." he shaked his head and spread the blanket for you two to sit on.

"You know I never took you to be the romantic type." You joked as you took a seat beside the man.

"I never thought a person could be so beautiful, but here we are." He stated matter-of-factly and you blushed.

"Jungkook, stop staying stuff you don't mean."

He grabbed you by your arm and pulled you down with him to lay on the blanket. You fell onto him with a sqeak which Jungkook found very endearing.

"I have meant every single sentence I said since I met you, Y/n."

You were blushing extremely hard at this point so you placed yourself such that he couldn't see your face.

"I love coming here, just laying here and watching the stars. They're so much clearer here than the city."

"You come here with friends?"

"No, alone." He had a sad tone to his words. Who could blame him? He didn't have any friends to begin with.

"You know, when I first came into racing, everyone hated that they were getting beaten by an 18 year old." He said.

"What are you talking about?" You got more comfortable with him and laid on his arm, using it as a pillow.

"My seniors, they used to hit me for being too naïve. It hurt their egos because they were being defeated at their best game."

"Jungkook, I'm so sorry."

"That's why I ended up being so entitled, it seemed to scare them away. And it kinda stuck with me."

"That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard." You tried to lighten the mood.

He laughed, "You think I don't know that?"

He was so pretty, you couldn't help but reach out a hand to caress his face. "How are you so.... perfect?"

"Genes, baby." He carefully got up, laying your head on the blanket and got on top of you. His body tightly bond against yours.

He cupped your face, "I'm not trying to be cheesy again but, you're the most perfect girl I've ever met." He closed the distance between the two of you.

So close yet so awfully far.

In your defence, you couldn't control yourself when you held the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.

Contrast to Jungkook's personality on the track, it was slow, so slow.

He didn't move his lips for a few seconds, dazed in your touch. Both of you could swear there were fireworks ongoing in both of your stomachs.

When he finally decided to move his lips, it was full of passion; wild, crazy, boundless passion summed up into a few slow estatic movement of both your lips.

Jungkook held you as if you were made of fluff, ready to crumble at his fingertips. And you were crumbling, submitting to your list for him. His hand was on one of your thighs, making you wrap your leg around him, pulling him closer than he could possibly be.

Jungkook had become addicted to your lips, they were like a drug to him, he didn't want to let go.

But he did reluctantly when you eventually had to catch a breath, your stamina clearly wasn't as much as his.

He grinned, "Now that wasn't so 'difficult' of me."

"Hey now, I didn't mean it." You giggled as he rubbed his nose against yours. A gesture you found extremely romantic.

Over the night, you talked, laughed and almost cried with him. It felt so... nice to be around him. You started to wonder if he was actually your soulmate by the way he made you feel. You hoped it was true despite it being practically impossible.

"Wanna go take a dip?" Jungkook suggested.

"No way, this is a one of kind Louis Vuitton masterpiece you know, bringing it to the beach was already a big enough mistake."

"Then take it off." He said simply.

You gasped dramatically, "And be naked around your playboy ass? I'd rather not, I'm not looking to be fucked tonight."

"Am I an exception?"

"Maybe..." You trailed off.

"You're mean, you know that?" He leaned in for another kiss which you gladly gave in to.

Ofcourse, you didn't get laid that night. But you experienced a whole new side of the arrogant play boy you had always seen.

Jungkook and you met way too many times after that and you were honestly surprised at his ability to control himself from fucking you right when he sees you.

Jungkook grew too attached to you to the point he'd end up at the gate of your mansion the second he missed you.

Your father, whom Jungkook had never met was not happy with the fact that you were dating a F1 driver famous for sleeping around. He had clearly stated he hated seeing you go out everyday and waste your time over a jobless and hopeless excuse of a man.

It was obvious to you that your father held a grudge against him for not joining his company.

But you were stubborn, you never let him stop you from sneaking out the mansion only to hop onto Jungkook's motorcycle.

"So why don't you take up my father's offer?" You brushed Jungkook's hair back and out of his face. You wondered why he bleached it so much. Your legs straddled him and you both were sitting on his couch.

"And become a McLaren pawn? No thank you." He scoffed.

"You were a pawn of Ferrari before this. How does that make any difference." You shuffled around on his lap innocently.

"Ferrari is different, I don't know how to describe it to you." He almost groaned at your crouch and thighs rubbing against his manhood.

"McLaren is different too. We've got the coolest team, they're so friendly and sweet, it's crazy. We have had some of the best times together. There's Taehyung, Seokjin, Jimin-"

"Shh..." He hushed you. "Are you betraying me? I thought you were my fucking fan." He was slightly 'concerned' as he might put it, at your words. You hung out with other guys? Other drivers at that?

"Jealous are we?" You smirked connecting foreheads with him. The movie you were meant to watch was long forgotten. You shuffled a bit more making him whimper.

You were already too much for him, he would not be able to restrain himself. Heck, he didn't want to at this point.

"No, ofcourse not. Why would I be jealous?" He buried his face in your neck as you chuckled. "And stop fucking moving before I ram into you without any warning."

Oh, you realised it now. He was hard beneath you. You could feel how big he was. You grinded on him a little to test the waters, earning another sound from him.

You gasped as you felt a sudden kiss followed by a sharp bite on your neck.

"Jungkoo-"

"Please, baby." His voice was all raspy and groggy sending shivers all across your body. "Please let me fuck you."

You didn't need to reply, you just had to grind. And you did. He threw his head back onto the couch as you continued to rub against him.

You reached out to kiss him. Both of you had made out before. You had lusted over each other before but that moment, knowing the proceeding act you were going to do, it was different.

Jungkook was a bit reluctant, a bit too scared that he might hurt you. But you showed no signs of stopping.

"Fuck me..." You said between the kisses, "Please, Jungkook, I can't take it anymore."

He pulled away, "Are you sure, baby? I'll try to go easy."

"No." You smiled, "Let go, don't hold yourself. Use me, Jungkook."

Oh, how hard he got by only those words. His pupils darkened, and he grabbed you by your chin roughly planting a small kiss on your lips biting the lower one as he pulled away.

Jungkook held you by your hips and lifted you up taking you to his sanctuary, his bedroom.

Gently placing you on the bed while kissing, he didn't want to let go. He couldn't let go.

Your hand went between you two grabbing his belt and trying to undo it. Jungkook being his impatient ass, grabbed one of your hands to stop you and did it himself.

He suddenly got up and walked towards the other side of the bed looking for something in his drawer. You whined at the empty feeling, if anything you wanted to be in his embrace for longer.

"What are you looking for? A dildo?" You asked turning over onto your front.

"Why would I have a dildo, I'm probably bigger than those" He pulled out a speaker from the drawer.

"Are you for real?"

"I don't know, I just feel like it."

Fine, you were willing to roll with it as long as he put on fuckable songs. And you knew his music taste was immaculate.

He connected his phone meanwhile you had discarded your clothes leaving you in your lingerie much to Jungkook's surprise when he turned around.

"Shit..." He murmured, crawling his way toward your frame.

His first track was moderately sensual. Just an instrumental so who knows what song. But it seemed to you he got even more turned on by it. Little did you know it was you who caused that.

"I know, I don't have the modelesque features you're used to, bu-"

"Are you kidding with me? You're literally the prettiest girl out there. I'd prefer to see you everyday single fucking day over any other woman."

He gently pushed you onto the bed, giving you a slight peck while he's at it.

"Let me worship you, yeah?" He said making you gush with juices.

Jungkook had understood you so well, he knew what words to use, what gestures to do in order to make you lose your cool. He had never even touched you but he knew you like the back of his hand.

He splayed butterfly kisses across your neck, biting and licking a few, more sensitive spots. You were never the quiet type and he enjoyed your moans more than anything.

He swore his heart skipped a beat everytime you said his name. It gave him some sense of being yours.

The music was still slow and sensual matching his pace.

He kissed your body all the way down to the valley of your heaving breasts. Hooking a quick hand under you, he untied your bra removing it all together.

His breath got heavier as he processed the view in front of him. He could cum at the sight without the slightest of touch.

"You're so fucking angelic, Y/n." He leaned in only to take a mild bite of your erected nipple, stretching your skin as he pulled on it with his lips. "My baby." He said, with your nipple still inside his mouth.

"Jungkook..." you gasped and panted at every single one of his touch. Moaning as he paid equal attention to both your boobs, your fingers locked themselves in his smooth blonde-dyed hair.

Neglecting your other breast for a while, his hand moved downwards as he still sucked and lapped at your chest.

Finally reaching to the hem of your underwear and playing with it for a while, Jungkook decides to move his hand inside.

His hand made contact with your clit right away, "So wet, baby, so wet." You could hear the smirk in his voice.

You flinched, it's not like you hadn't touched yourself before, it's just the touch of Jungkook's padded thumb that had you going crazy.

It was known to Jungkook that you were a virgin, part of which was why you were so hesitant to have sex with him.

Oh, but it drove Jungkook over the edge. Getting to be the first and possibly the only person to ever touch you? He was so estatic when he first heard it; he'd never question the meaning of life again.

"It's okay, just trust me yeah?" He let you hold his arm as he came eye level to you, resting his forehead on yours.

At this point the song had changed to a much faster one and who knows how many had passed before this one.

Jungkook knew well to match his speed up with the song. He inked digits dipped in you as the beat dropped sending you over the moon.

"Please, Jungkook. I want your....fuck..."

"What's that, angel? Could you repeat that?" He knew exactly what you meant but it got him off, knowing he was making you so much dumber with just his two of his fingers.

"I-I want your cock." You managed to coax out.

His belt was already undone, he just had to pull his pants down. Which he did along with his hoodie leaving you both in just your underwears.

"I suppose you're ready." He said adding a third finger to the two already plunged inside you. He was knuckles deep sending you into a moaning frenzy.

It was too overwhelming with pain for a second but you managed to calm yourself through it. You didn't think you'd need that much preparation for his dick but you'll soon know you were wrong.

He pulled his fingers out, all of them were very much covered with your juices. He brought his tatted hand in front of your face,

"Suck." He simply demanded. And you followed. The scene itself was so disgusting, it turned both of you on more than before, if that was even possible.

"So good to me, only to me." You released his hand to help discard both of your underwears.

He was certainly big, similar to most of the porn videos you had seen. He was blessed with both length and girth and you had no fucking idea how you were going to fit around him. He smirked seeing you gawk at his length.

The music changed to more of something you knew. A song featured by one of your favourite artists, RM.

"Such a whore for my cock, can't even keep your eyes off of it." His words surprised you, he had never used anything close to a derogatory term for you. He had always been respectful of you. But this change in his words had you excited to say the least.

"It's my property." you said boldly.

"You're my property."

He teased your entrance with his head making you both hiss at the feeling. He put in just the tip to begin with. But the tightness made him double up in pleasure.

~Yeah, it's time to go off-site, smoke sprite~ The music blared through both of your ears.

Jungkook took his chance to bottom out, both moaning in unison.

"Fuck, you're so tight." He said clenching his jaw while your mouth was agape at the warmth inside you.

~Take on my knees~ You were turned on beyond what you thought was humanly possible.

"Gonna cum soon." You vocalized somehow.

"I'm close too."

Your legs were wrapped around his body. His hands crept up to your neck holding you, or rather, choking you. You were beyond gone at this point.

But Jungkook kept thrusting powerfully, practically drooling at the sight of you barely holding on to reality. His leaking cock hit your cervix at every ram.

~Fire to the low, lower, low, ah yeah don't run away~ Her words punctuated Jungkook's thrusts.

"Jungkook, I'm cumming." was all you said before you got tighter around Jungkook making him gasp. But he didn't falter, he kept fucking you deep until your back arched under him. Peppering kisses all over your face, calming you through your orgasm.

It was RM's voice that got you over the edge for some reason.

"That's my baby." He said, kissing your lips. Removing one of his hands from around your neck and hooking it under your thigh, he got a deeper angle.

"Koo... too much..." You panted. Your mouth could barely form legible words.

"Like I care." And honestly, at this point, he didn't. All he wanted to do was cum inside of you. Completely ruin you.

Keeping his pace constant, he was wonder-struck at how well your pussy swallowed him, how your body reacted to his touch, how your belly displayed a bulge going in and out of you.

"Look at....me..." He asked not so politely. You somehow opened your tear-filled eyes to look him straight in the eyes. That's when you heard a faint ringing of bells again. You looked around and at Jungkook to confirm it.

There were tears in his eyes too but not because of the pleasure. Jungkook had just realized how hard he had fallen for you. He was in love with you for sure. And nothing could stop him from confessing right at the spot.

"I am in fucking love with you, Y/n." He whispered and smiled. You could barely hear him, but you did.

"I-I love you too, Jungkook." You weren't hesitant in the slightest.

He leaned down to kiss you for the millionth time that night but then again who was counting?

"I gonna cum inside you okay baby?" You nodded and he released a copious amount of seed inside you. He thrust his cum in deeper, riding out his high.

He plopped down beside you and you both faced each other. He cupped your cheek affectionately, "I love you so much, you have no idea." He planted a soft peck at the tip of your nose making you giggle.

"I bet I love you more." You said kissing his palm which cupped your face.

"One more round?"

"Are you shitting me Jungkook?" Both of you laughed simultaneously, "No, but seriously my dad is gonna kill you if he finds out what we just did."

"Speaking of your dad..." He laughed, "I might just take up his offer."

Formula One: World Championships 2022

"And please, please, please make a pit stop when its necessary." You said.

"Okay, I get it. I will." Jungkook pulled you in his embrace for one last time before the race. "Promise me you'll take care."

"I'll be fin-"

"Jungkook, let's go. It's time!" Taehyung, Jungkook's teammate yelled from outside the locker room.

"Be at the finish line as I win, I have a surprise for you." He kissed you deeply for a quick second and left after Taehyung.

'10 minutes before I start.' He couldn't hear anyone at the moment, not the screaming fans, not his usually calm new manager, not his coach dragging him to sit in the car.

A shiny McLaren logo above the number 7 on his back was enough a proof that he was a racer.

Maybe the only thing Jungkook heard was a slight horn blowing and he suddenly could hear everything. The imaginary clock in his mind had stopped and the battle had begun.

Your voice was the loudest screaming cheers of encouragement.

He let go of the brakes and as usual, he got the lead, followed by Taehyung. The plan was to get 1st and 2nd ranks for them respectively.

"And number 7 gets back on the track after almost 2 years of hiatus due to his accident."

"That's right." The other commentator chimes in, "Ferrari seems to have let a gem go."

"He'll be perfectly fine." Your father patted your shoulder relaxing you.

"I know, but it's his first time, I don't know I can't help but feel nervous for him, dad."

Turned out all your father ever wanted from Jungkook was for him to join his company.

Jungkook had gotten closer to McLaren drivers due to them being your friends. He was much less jealous. You finally saw a side of Jungkook that wasn't selfish or arrogant when he was with them.

Ever since Jungkook joined Mclaren, the press and the fans went crazy. Everyone wanted to get a piece of Jungkook with his new partner.

This in turn generated a lot of publicity and money, Jungkook had practically saved your father's falling business and stocks.

"He has you now, he won't be so careless this time, trust me."

"I would sure hope so." You smiled looking at the racing cars in front of you.

It was around the 25th lap and Jungkook had just come in for a pit stop. He was barely there for 5 seconds but he made sure to spot you and blow you a kiss at the bleachers. Even though he had his helmet on, it was clear what he intended to do.

Many fans surrounding you didn't know who you were and assumed it was for them, screaming at the act of endearment. You felt weird not having people know Jungkook was yours.

The rest of the race majorly included a couple more stops and just sitting around hoping your boyfriend wouldn't cause any mishap again.

Jungkook and Taehyung maintained their positions throughout the race ensuring their wins.

"Jungkook, what the fuck?" His coach shouted through the comm. "Slow down a bit, you'll burst a tire again."

It was the final lap and Jungkook was supposed to speed up but only so much so that he was in the first place. However, he had other plans.

Winning was something he had done a ton of times. But setting a record was something Jungkook had rarely done.

He sped up almost bumping into another driver earning some oh's from the crowd.

He was already in the first position and had a clear road ahead of him and he wanted to make this a recording breaking lap.

280 was a new high for him.

"Um, dad he's not slowing down." You gripped your father's hand tightly

"He'll be fine..... I think." You both were seated on the VIP bleachers.

"Jungkook, slow down!" His coach yelled. But he didn't want to listen.

"Woooo, it's 320, coach." Jungkook howled.

Everyone held their breaths, the fans, the team, the coach, you... They could just anticipate the well being of Jungkook.

"And this is just in, Jungkook had broke his previous record for the fastest speed ever in F1 races by going 360 Kmph." The commentator said through the microphones. "A legendary man indeed."

Finally reaching the end of the race, Jungkook came first only to be followed by Taehyung almost a minute later.

You ran towards a tired Jungkook, hugging him in front of millions. The crowd roared in chaos. Who was this girl? And more importantly, McLaren won over all the other companies.

"I'm so glad you're okay." You hugged the man tighter than what's humanly possible and he reciprocated, dropping the helmet in his hand.

"That was..." He started

"That was stupid." You slapped his chest only to further bury yourself into him.

"I know, I'm sorry, but hey, I won." He lifted you up by your waist and spun you around making you squeak.

"Jeon Jungkook, put me down!" It's not like he hadn't done this before. But seeing his boldness to do it in front of people surprised you. You of all people should've known by now that Jungkook would do anything to flex you off.

He let you down and took a step back. A teammate brought him a microphone on cue making you confused.

"Kim Y/n." He said. The whole stadium could hear him. Everyone seemed to go nuts over hearing their idol's voice.

"Jungkook, what are yo-"

"Kim Y/n, I- uh thought I had this covered. But I forgot half the lines I had prepared so Imma just wing it." He chuckled.

"I never believed in myself truly. I was always the arrogant, selfish one in the lot. Always being alone, always being neglected because no one wanted to deal with me. But when I met you, I couldn't help but change for the better. I didn't believe in soulmates. I never thought I meet mine because she simply didn't exist and I was bound to be alone. But I'm not. Loneliness was something I got used to until you showed up. You were mean to me at times, correcting me as we went."

You were in tears at this point, smiling through the tears of relief. Relief that you had him, relief that it was you who could call him yours.

"And I believe in soulmates now because I found mine. Through trial and error I became a better person. All for you. And I love you, more than you could ever imagine. So, Y/n..."

He got down on one knee, but you weren't shocked. You had read through the lines when he began talking.

"I've had this in my pocket while driving." He laughed as he pulled out a small velvet box. "Probably shouldn't have down that."

"No you shouldn't have." You agreed and laughed with him.

"But would you do me the honors by marrying me?"

You couldn't even bother looking at the ring he held in his hand. You bent down and kissed him with all you had. Forgetting you were in front of millions of his fans, forgetting your father might kill you, forgetting everything else but him.

You could hear the crowds going absolutely bonkers with the scene unraveling in front of them. The two of you were on the big screen.

Jungkook placed the mic down and cupped your cheek wiping off the tears that rolled down along it.

"I love you." You said.

"I'll take that as a yes."

You nodded, "Ofcourse, you dummie. It's a yes."

[girlboypersonthingy]

hiii I saw the fluff alphabet for Keith and I was wondering if you could write one for pidge as well? ^_^

ABSOLUTELY I LOVE PIDGE SO MUCH. 💚💚💚sorry for the long wait, but here it finally is! ENJOY~ 😉

Pidge- Fluff Alphabet 💌

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Pidge is affectionate when she wants to be. Sometimes she’s a bit shy about it and prefers to show you affection in private. Pidge is simple and sweet, she enjoys soft quick kisses and linking pinkies and winking at each other from across the table during breakfast when the rest of the team isn’t paying attention (except for that one time Lance noticed YOU wink at Pidge and she blushed super red and Lance wouldn’t leave her alone about it for the next week).

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Honestly, I think Pidge would be a good best friend besides being a bit blunt and totally honest. Some might find the green Paladin a little intimidating and condescending but she doesn’t mean to be, she’s just really freaking smart and she’s not afraid to speak her truth. She’s so smart that it makes most people feel really stupid even talking to her. But with you…she goes slow and tries her best to be patient and teach you along the way. Idk there’s just something about you ✨

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Yesssss she really likes cuddles when she’s upset or frustrated or crying. She likes cuddles after a bad dream or after a really risky mission. BUT as soon as she drifts off fully into sleep, gorl starts doing martial arts in bed. Fully expect to be kicked, slapped, punched and fully laid on by Pidge. She’s a bit wild but she’s easy to wake. When she is cuddling, she likes to be the little spoon or be face to face with your foreheads resting about each other’s.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

I’d imagine Pidge has no intention of settling down with anyone until she truly feels deep in her heart that she’s met ‘the one’. She’ll try dating but she won’t commit until she knows you well enough and has time to decide how she feels and time to imagine her future with that person. Also, girl is the opposite of wifey material- can’t cook, messy asf, grumpy in the mornings but it’s all worth it. She has her moments~

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

I think Pidge would be very straight forward about it but also try her best to be kind and gentle. She wouldn’t want to do it over the phone, she’d have the guts to sit you down and tell you to your face how she feels.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Sorta the same answer as ‘Domestic’ ⬆️, she wouldn’t be careless and rush into anything with someone she isn’t sure about. She could see herself getting married one day but doesn’t really consider it a top priority, ya feel me?

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

I mean…she’s a tiny Aries who knows she’s smarter than everyone in the room at all times…she’s kind of a lot sometimes. She can be emotionally chaotic sometimes, she often grabs attention from others without even meaning to and it can feel a bit overwhelming at first but the more you get to know her, the more you come to adore her intelligence and it warms your heart when she shares her knowledge with others and her bravery every time she speaks up for herself in a crowd and her stubbornness really starts to grow on you. She’s physically about the same lmaoooooo like…with most people she’s very out there, extroverted and loud and she doesn’t mind getting her hands dirty or getting in to trouble in order to get a job done. She works hard AND plays hard, she’s a goofball. But with her s/o, she’s much softer and calmer and speaks quieter and moves just a bit slower and with more caution. She just really loves you 💚

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

NEVER hugs you in front of others unless like one of you almost died on a mission or you’ll be apart for a long time. Most hugs are done late at night while you’re falling asleep and Pidge is working way past bedtime, also mid day when the rest of the team is dispersed throughout the castle and doing their own thing, knowing that she has a low risk of being caught at this time she’ll come find you and give you a long, snuggly hug without saying a word and then run off back to her work.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It’ll take a long while tbh…Pidge is pretty shy and inexperienced with relationships and lovey dovey feelings. She’ll probably wait until you say it first. Once you say it her tho, it comes out of her in a sigh of relief. It gets easier for her after the first time but she’s still getting used to it.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

I don’t think Pidge is really the jealous type. Even if someone was actively flirting with you, she wouldn’t be so much jealous as she would be concerned…like she could care less if someone is just genuinely flirting with you but what if they have some devilish motive and they’re working for the galra and they’re gonna kidnap you and hold you hostage and- she needs to come intervene before she starts fully panicking. She’ll just come join you in a silent and nonchalant way like coming up and holding your hand. She’s not trying to butt in and be nosy, she just wants to make sure you’re safe and also make you feel safe, protected and supported. She’s not jealous, she just cares very deeply for you.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Her kisses are awkward, sweet, sometimes silly and interrupted by soft giggles. She likes to kiss your lips but she LOVES kissing your cheeks and nose, she thinks you’re just soooo cute and she likes the look on your face after she kisses you there. She likes forehead kisses most bc they make her feel warm and relaxed and content. Forehead kisses really make her want to cry (in a good way)

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Mmmm she tries her best to be energetic with kids but she’s honestly so awkward. Regardless, kids ADORE HERRRRRR. Pidge has so much cool shit to say, she mesmerizes kids so easily with her science and space rambles.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Pidge stays up working and coding until like 3 am every night and then sleeps in until at least 10am if you let her, so most mornings are spent trying to drag Pidge out of bed as she groans in protest. It’s okay tho, her bed head is so cute and she won’t even open her eyes yet but you can’t stop smiling bc she’s cute even when she’s sleepy and grumpy. Once she’s got her eyes open and is sitting up, she’ll always mumble a raspy “morning” to you.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Unless you’re a night owl as well, you’ll probably be asleep before Pidge. She’ll always welcome your company while she’s working and will let you slump against her or lay your head in her lap and sleep. Most of the time, she gently wakes you and you sleepily walk to your room together but sometimes, she falls asleep right beside her work and cuddled up to you and someone ends up finding y’all in the morning like 🥹💖🥰

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

I think she would open up rather quickly. I think Pidge has a pretty good sense of who she can trust and if she trusts you enough to be your s/o, she trusts you a lot. She would confide in you often along with Shiro I’m sure.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

It depends…certain things tick Pidge off a bit but she can shrug it off. Other certain things make her want to explode. Lance makes a short joke, annoying but whatever. She accidentally codes something wrong and has to start all over, watch out, she’s seconds away from throwing something across the room as hard as she can.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Pidge forgets NOTHING!!! This girl has a spectacular memory, she remembers everything you tell her and is very considerate with that info. She’s the type to remember your fears and try her best to shield you from that, she’ll remember hits favorite color and get you everything that color, she’ll remember your birthday no matter what. And she loves learning new things about you too.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Probably your first physical embrace. You weren’t officially dating yet but you could both feel the pining going on between you. She had been roughed up and tossed around by some galra on a mission one time and when she got back to the castle, you were the first one to greet her with a gentle hug and a worried expression on your face. She’ll never forget how soft your hands felt as they caressed her dirty face. That was the first time you’d ever shown her any kind of true intimacy and she got a glimpse of your feelings for her.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

She is extremely protective but she tries to give you space. She worries about you constantly but it’s not that she doesn’t trust you or doesn’t believe in you, she just knows first hand how brutal this war can be and she doesn’t want to lose you. Of course, she always insists you two stick together on any and all missions you attend bc she knows you have her back and she always has yours.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

She tries her best! She’s not great at surprises tho, she always tells you what the gift is or what the date is bc she has to make sure you want that first, she can’t just do it and risk you having a bad time. She does listen to you and takes every little detail into consideration. She often does simple things like complimenting you and offering you small bits of physical affection. For special occasions like an anniversary, she likes to ask you what you would want/ want to do and then she’ll try to make it exceed your expectations.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Bites her nails and just flicks her nails all over the place 🙄 also mess asf in general

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

She’s really not concerned at all about her appearance. Sure for a special occasion she’ll dress up and try to look nice but on the day to day, Pidge just wants to be comfy and feel like she’s dressing for her, not for anyone else.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yeeesssssss 🥹 Pidge would become so used to your everyday presence in her life, so if you ever left or disappeared or got taken, she’d feel like there was a void constantly haunting her. She’d miss your smell, your laugh, your voice, your touch, your company so much she’d lose sleep over it for sure.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

TALKS IN HER SLEEP AND SAYS SOME WEIRD, OFF THE WALL SHIT ITS HILARIOUS.

Examples:

“Hey, who’s that duck? He’s new here.”

“When are you going to the carnival? I want to go.”

“Turtles and birds are both dinosaurs, that’s wiiiilllddddd.”

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Pidge wouldn’t like someone who’s really conceited and selfish. She likes people who aren’t afraid to look silly or foolish or messy. She likes people who worry about things other than appearances and possessions.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Cannot stay still for the life of her. She tosses and turns so bad, good luck getting a good nights rest with how much she moves. She’ll low key beat you up throughout the night, she’s a crazy sleeper.

[frenziedslashers]

The Supply Closet:

Warnings: Porn without plot, Rick is a slut, biting, PinV sex, transmasc reader because I say so, but it could be interpreted as just a Fem reader ig, lmk if I need to add anything more! This got a little carried away, it gets sorta sappy at the end.

Pairings: Rick x FTM!Reader

People who wanted tagged: @flufpufpuf @lanamiller @immortal-velociraptor @quicksilversg1rl

A/N: I tried to reread and proofread so I apologize for spelling mistakes! Also, apologies if this is messy, I originally wrote it at 3am and just went through and tried to make sentences flow more. I feel like my writing has been slackin' lately.

Prompt I found and CANNOT stop thinking about: “care to explain what exactly I did that caused you, after ignoring my advances for over two months, to have sex with me in a random supply closet?”

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Rick had been fighting with himself since the moment he saw you, but the weeks here at the prison only felt so much worse. You helped him any chance you could. Supply runs, guard watch, watching Judith and Carl, with the garden, he couldn't stand how much he liked you. The thought of maybe even loving you. It scared him, yet excited him all at once. It had been so long since he had someone to actually call his own.

Sure, he did have Lori, but that died the moment Shane manipulated her and pulled her from his grasp. She was a victim of his best friend's manipulation, and he knew that. Yet, he still couldn't love her after he realized she didn't love him the same. Their love died the moment the apocalypse started. The moment Shane convinced her that he was dead.

Now, all he could think about was you. How beautiful and contagious your smile was. The way you carried yourself through the crowd of people that inhabited the prison. The way you softly moaned when you stretched your arms above your head. He wanted you so bad, it hurt.

"Rick, mind helping me with something? I was gonna go on a supply run with Beth and Zach, but they've gotta stay back and help Maggie and Glenn with something," you spoke, and he couldn't feel more excited over the offer. Smiling softly towards you while nodding. "Yeah, 'course, just in town?" You nodded, "Yeah, gonna look for some more food and medicine. Maybe we can find you some candy," you winked, and he felt his stomach churn. Fighting to keep his feet still and not step closer to you. "Sounds like a plan, let me go tell Carl where I'm goin' and I'll meet you at the car." You nodded, heading for the vehicle and he parted the other way.

You drove yourself and Rick into the nearest town. Rick's eyes every so often glance over to look over your body. The way you sit slack in the driver's seat, one hand on the wheel, the other sitting on the center console. "You ever driven stick?" he asked, and you raised a brow, glancing at him through your peripherals. Noticing his eyes were on your hand that rested between the both of you.

You smiled softly as you averted your eyes back to the road. "No, never, why?" He shrugged, "Well, most people I knew that drove with just their left hand drove manual. That's why I drive that way," he spoke, trying to keep up a conversation. You chuckled lightly at the comment. "Yeah? I always wanted to learn. Never got the chance to. Even if this apocalypse didn't go down, I still probably would have never learned. Never had the time." He nodded, "I could teach ya, if we ever find a manual." You smiled at his offer, turning to pull up to a building since you had both reached your destination. "I'd love that, Rick," his smile only seemed to grow at that. Watching as you shut off the car and pocketed the keys. The both of you grabbed your weapons before climbing out of the car.

Rick stayed close to your side. Each of you walking in silence for a moment before reaching the back shelves. Scanning over the medical supplies that were left behind. His eyes drifted to your hands when he noticed you reached for a box of condoms to throw into the basket in his hand. Staring down at them with curious eyes. "You seein' someone?" He asked, and he hated that he asked. That shouldn't be any of his business, but he wanted to know.

When he noticed how shocked you looked by his words he nearly regretted asking. "What?" He was preparing for you to yell at him, but he was met with a laugh. "Me? Seeing someone? Rick, you're funny," you chuckled, going back to grabbing bandages and anti-inflammatories. "Maggie asked me to grab some for her and Glenn. Smart on her behalf, I'd hate being pregnant in this day and age." You chuckled, and Rick nodded. "Thought maybe you took a likin' to one of the newcomers," he chuckled, and you sighed. Dropping a handful of supplies into the basket before stepping around the corner to some other shelves. Just gazing over the items for anything good. "Nah, not me. Got my eye on somebody else, anyways," you muttered, briefly looking up to meet his gaze through the shelf with a soft smile, and he just stared.

Rick had no idea how to take what you were saying. He couldn't tell if you were implying that he knew who you were talking about. Or if he was who you were talking about. His heart raced in his chest and his body went numb. "Maybe I could meet this... Person. Make sure they're good enough for ya." You smiled more at his words before continuing your walk down the aisle. "Maybe," you hummed, picking up your pace when you saw some boxes in the corner of the room. Dropping to your knees in order to cut them open with your knife. You could tell they were for restocking and were hopeful it was something useful.

The gasp you let out had Rick racing around the corner. Eyes wide, worried that maybe you saw something that scared you. "Holy shit! Carl is gonna piss himself, look at this!" You shouted, waving him over, and Rick smiled. He loved how much you thought about his kids. Taking a few steps forward in order to meet you on the ground, peering into the box.

He saw a mix of books and comics in one box, and an array of junk food in the next box. "We gotta take these with us, he and I could read some of these books to Judith. Or Beth, I'm sure she'd love to," you added, and Rick nodded, but he didn't say anything. He was too in awe at the thought of you looking over his kids the way you did.

He wasn't even paying attention to you. When you stood his eyes were staring through you, zoned out in thought. You went to say something but lost balance of your footing, falling forward with a sharp inhale. One of your hands reached out to brace yourself on his thigh. The touch definitely worked at ripping him from his thoughts.

He was quick to look down at you. Your eyes shot up to his with a look that screamed 'sorry.' His hands braced himself with the wall beside him to keep the both of you from colliding with the floor. His eyes admired the way you looked knelt before him, your hand squeezing at his thigh, he couldn't take it anymore. He finally, after months of thinking about it, let his mind act out the way that he wanted it to.

You had apologized before, but it was ignored. The Sheriff already pulling you off the floor by your wrists. His expression was nearly blank, unable for you to read. You had no idea what to expect, bracing yourself for the worst. "Rick, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," "Shut up," he muttered before smashing his lips against your own.

You had no idea how you were supposed to act, or what you should even do at that moment. Your hands braced themselves on his chest this time, but you were quick to melt into the kiss. A kiss you had both craved for a long time.

The both of you shuffled back. Rick pushed you towards the closet near the both of you before pushing you inside it. Parting momentarily to make sure it was clear before shoving you inside. Stalking towards you with a look in his eyes that you had never seen before. His eyes danced with a mix of love and adoration.

His hand reached out to run his knuckles over the side of your face lovingly. Blue eyes dart from place to place on your face. "I don't know how I lived without you," he muttered, and you wanted to make fun of his corny line, but he didn't let you.

He was quick to pin you back against the wall inside the tightly spaced closet the moment that door was shut behind the both of you. His body flushed with your own while his lips came crashing down on yours. It was near unbearable with how hot it was. A mix of the Georgia heat and the heat that radiated off both of your bodies. Your hands were quick to work at one another's clothes. "Wanted this for so long," he muttered as his lips trailed down your jaw to your throat. "Me too," you gulped, and that only seemed to make him want you more.

Your head was spinning with how dazed you felt. You couldn't believe any of this was happening. A sharp inhale entered your lungs when he lifted one of your thighs with his hand to grind against you. The moan that left his throat was enough to have you moaning in response. "Rick, please," you muttered, and he nodded, nose tickling against the skin on your neck.

He was fast to unbuckle his belt. His shirt was already unbuttoned and open for your hands to explore - your own shirt pulled over your head and set on the shelf beside your head in case you needed to grab it real quick. Once the buttons of his pants were undone he was pulling them down to his thighs in order to reveal himself. Your own hands working at undoing your own pants, but you weren't quick enough for him. Nothing was fast enough for him. He needed to feel you now.

His hands tugged your pants down your thighs just like his own, and you were about to pull them down further, but he stopped you. Pulling them down for you and grabbing your thighs to hoist you up the moment you kicked them off. Your shoulders ground against the drywall with a hiss. "Rick," you spoke with a groan, but he knew what he was doing. Tossing your ankles over his shoulders with strong hands so he could position himself, blue eyes darting up to meet your own.

Even in the dark you could see the question and worry behind his eye. "Ya sure this is okay? I didn't read the room wrong, did I?" He asked, and you sighed, a little frustrated that he wasn't inside of you already. "Rick, just fuck me before I get bored," "What about the person you have eyes for?" He asked, and you felt your body heat up. "They're pinning me against a wall right now," you spoke, a soft moan leaving your lips when his thumb brushed over your clit, his other hand reaching behind him to fish the condom he snuck into his back pocket out. "Well, ain't they a lucky man," he smirked, and you rolled your eyes, but you couldn't say anything in response since his digit was still rubbing rough circles over your bud. Head falling back with soft sighs and pants. "Rick, please, stop the teasing," you muttered, and he nodded, leaning in to kiss your collarbone after he got the condom unpackaged and rolled onto his dick. "Anything for you, darlin'," he cooed. "But this teasin', it ain't nothin' compared to what I could do. Yer just lucky I want this as bad as you," he snarled in your ear, nipping at the skin beneath it.

You had half the mind to challenge his words, but you didn't. You couldn't wait any longer. Plus, no need to have people think you both died out here when Rick was just pounding you in an appliance store.

Your breathing hitched when he pressed the head of his dick inside you. Tears prick at your eyes. The one that rolled down your cheek as he pushed inside he was quick to kiss away. "Shh, I got ya," he murmured, going slow as he entered you. Rick groaned into your ear as he kissed your shoulder. "Shit, haven't done this in a bit," he chuckled, and you let out a breathy laugh yourself. Your forehead resting on his shoulder. "Don't think I've done it since before all this," You commented, and he laughed lightly. "I'll be sure t'go easy on ya," He commented, and you nodded, kissing the junction of his neck and shoulder. Leaving a small mark on the side of his throat that made him groan.

The moment that you rolled your hips he couldn't help but roll his back. The both of you let out a soft moan at the sensations that sparked through your bodies. "Holy hell," he muttered against your shoulder, and you sighed. "Move."

You didn't have to tell him twice, he was too far into the act to be asking over and over again if what he was doing was all right. He was certain that if you didn't like something, then you would tell him. His hands grab at your thighs in order to get a better angle. Hips thrusting in and out of you while huffs and puffs left his lips. His eyes half-lidded, staring back into yours while he fucked you against the wall of the closet. His knees even wobbled a little from how good you just happened to make him feel. He'd make sure if the both of you did this again - when, you both did this again - you would both be in a bed.

When you asked him to go harder, he was a little hesitant. His eyes looked you over with a questioning gaze to make sure you were serious. The moment you reached to grab the back of his head and slam his lips against yours while growling out "now." He was no longer reluctant. His hips pulled back and snapped at a force that had you sliding further up the wall. Having to cling to him in order to make sure that you wouldn't get too far away from him.

His hips kept up a fast and rough pace. Hitting a spot inside of you that had you seeing stars. Heavy breaths leave both of you at the sensation. "Shit, ya feel heavenly," he moaned, leaning down to press a bruising kiss against your lips again before moving down to suck on your collarbone and the front of your throat a bit more. "God, never thought I'd get ya like this," his accent only seemed thicker in the heat of the moment. Squeezing around him with a moan.

You tugged at his hair again, which only seemed to make his hips fuck into you at an ungodly pace. "Rick, 'm close," you slurred, and he nodded, pulling back up to meet your lips for another kiss. "Jus' let go," He murmured, his hand coming in between the both of you to rub your clit and that was it for you. Snapping the coil in your stomach as it came undone. A cry ripped from your throat that only bled into his mouth. Rick's own hips stuttered while his pace faltered as your walls clenched around him. "Holy hell, handsome, gonna, fuck," He couldn't even finish his sentence before his hips were bucking into you. Fucking you further up the wall with his final thrusts into you. Finally reaching his orgasm, riding it out within you.

His forehead was against yours for a while. Neither of you really knew how long you both were slumped against the wall coming down for your highs. Rick finally pulled himself out of you, both of you cringing at the sensation. “Care to explain what exactly I did that caused you, after ignoring my advances for over two months, to have sex with me in a random supply closet?” you questioned as he put your legs back on the ground. Helping you pull your pants back up after you nearly toppled on top of him. He furrowed his brow at your question, though. "Two months?" He was in disbelief. You hadn't been coming onto him for that long, had you?

You chuckled, fingers reaching forward to pull his boxers and jeans back up his body after he removed the condom. The action made him grunt. "Yeah, ever since I asked you to take night guard with me nearly two months ago. Maggie was right, you are oblivious, idiot." You spoke, leaning forward to press your lips against his. Both of you smiled into the kiss as he held your hips.

"Well," he murmured against your lips, pulling back to kiss your forehead. "Guess Maggies not gonna be the only one receiving condoms this supply run," He added, brushing his knuckles over your cheek. "Cause I gotta make up for those two months and more," he added with a grin, and you felt your body heat up at the comment. Smiling back at the man while wrapping your arms around his neck. "Sounds like a lucky guy," you cooed, and he chuckled, his hands resting on your ass in order to pull you closer. "No, I'm the lucky one," he hummed, leaning back down to kiss you once more.

The both of you eventually parted from one another in the supplies closet. Rick peaking out after you were both fully dressed. "It's clear," he muttered, glancing back at you with a smile that you were happy to return. "Glad to hear it," you cooed, your fingers dancing with his own as the both of you headed back for the supply. Only pulling away to grab the supplies to take back for the car. Each having to make a couple trips back for the boxes and the other supplies you each found.

It wasn't until you were in the drivers seat, and Rick was back in the passenger seat that you noticed the way he was looking at you. Rick had never imagined that he would be with someone as amazing as you. You were smart, strong, you had this power to keep moving no matter how tough times got. He admired you for more than just your looks - those were simply just a plus.

You shifted a little uncomfortable under his gaze. Pulling the keys from your pocket with a sigh. It was a surprise that they had not fallen out during the supply closet fiasco. "What?" you finally blurted, and he only smiled more, shaking his head. "I missed you before I even had you." You furrowed your brows, looking over at him as you started the engine. "What?" You asked again, backing out of the parking spot before heading back for the Prison.

He sighed through his nose, reaching out to grab your hand with a sigh. He brushed his thumb over the skin on your knuckles with a sigh. "I'm not really sure how to explain it. It's just like... Like maybe I knew you before. I knew who I wanted to be with, someone like you, so..." He reached up with his other hand to rub his chin with a small smile. "So even in this fucked up world, I was brought to you." You felt your heart swell in your chest, it nearly ached. Glancing over at Rick again with a cheeky grin. "Rick," you hummed, and he hummed back. "Had anyone ever told you that you have quite a way with words?" He chuckled, pulling your hand up to his lips to give it a kiss. "You'd be the first, darlin'," you smiled. You hoped you'd be the only one he talked to like that from now on, too.

[funfetticandle]

Heyo! Could I request good timeline hcs for the TMNT bros finding out Reader is a spider mutant and Big Mama's child :0

They always have a cloaking brooch on, so the brothers don't know until maybe they're trying to get something from Big Mama, and Reader is just like "MOM PLS"? Or maybe they end up getting the brooch broken or smth during a fight? Or smth else happens?

How would they respond? 👀 I don't know how to put a proper genre on it, so fluff? Angst with a happy ending? Crack? Idk LMAO

If you don't wanna write it, that's fine ofc! Have a stupendous day/night/etc. :)

hey! ty for the request! Even though I don’t really like how this piece came out, it was a shit ton of fun to write because mutant/yokai readers are always my favourite things to write when it comes to x readers :) i missed the part where u said u just wanted hcs, so i sorta did both lmfao

I also have no idea how to put a genre on this lmfao 😭 I kinda just made it into fluff/ crack with hints of angst (y’all’s hearts are spared today) so yeah lol

It kinda takes a little while to get to the main point/hcs so beware :’)

Who: Rise!Tmnt x Gn! Spider Yokai! Reader

What: Reader is Big Mama’s child, and after being forced to tag along on a mission, they accidentally let it slip that they and the supervillain share the same blood.

When: good timeline (post Kraang)

Warnings: cursing, overuse of the word “as”, not proofread, nothing else really lmao

Fly In A Web

You yawned sleepily as you trudged into your bathroom, stretching all eight of your limbs as you turned on the sink, your hair messy and body slumped. You splashed water on your face, the cool temperature hitting your face causing you to groggily blink open all six of your eyes.

You stared at yourself in the mirror. Three sets of eyes looked back at you, a (e/c) gaze examining your rough skin and multiple arms. With a sigh, you opened your drawer with the second pair, digging through medicine and bandages before you pulled out your cloaking brooch.

Fastening it onto your shirt, you let out a hum of satisfaction as six eyes transformed into two, and eight arms became (s/c) limbs dangling at your side. Dragging a hand across your soft skin, you waved away the purple smoke of the leftover magic forming a cloud around you, watching as it dissipated into thin air.

After brushing your human teeth and combing your hair, you walked out, feeling refreshed as you threw on (outfit of choice) making sure the brooch was still on your body as you got ready.

You stuck your head out of your doorway, glancing around the dark hall, before quietly tiptoeing out of your room, your feet thumping against the Grand Nexus Hotels red carpet. The hotels light was dim in the morning, allowing the yokai staying to sleep in. But, to you, it was just a great opportunity to sneak out.

You paused as you heard wheels turning behind you. Glancing around, your eyes widened as you recognized the sound of a bellhop pushing a cart. You jumped into the shadows, pressing up against the wall as the panda yokai strolled by you, yawning as he passed.

Slowly creeping out of the dark, you continued to make your way out of the hotel, only stopping once you heard the faint mumbling of your mother, snoring away in her private suite. Peeking into her room, you smiled and laughed quietly as you saw her sleep talking, shaking your head as you moved on.

Being Big Mamas kid wasn’t as bad as it sounds. Though her personality was narcissistic at times, being her child, you rarely ever saw that side of her, a good mother overpowering her villain persona. She made sure you were happy and comfortable staying with her, checking in at times and showering you with gifts. You were spoiled, yes, but not by choice.

But, being the turtles best friend, it was hard maintaining the role of Big Mamas offspring. You often heard her muttering to herself on how she could somehow beat them at their own game, or how she could make sure they would never mess with the hotel again. It made you nervous whenever she would mention them around you, waiting for the exact moment she would look at you and accuse you of being acquaintances with the four. Because, in reality, she would be right.

Clearing your head of these thoughts, you felt relief spread through you as you finally made it out of the hotel doors, letting the sounds of New York envelop your ears as you walked down the sidewalk. Breathing in the fresh air, you felt somewhat at peace. You pulled out your phone, scrolling through your contacts until your finger landed on (turtle of choice).

Is it okay if I come over rn? You texted him, waiting until the three dots appeared on your screen.

Ofc :), he replied. You grinned, stuffing the device back in your pocket, practically skipping your way to the alleyway where the manhole was located.

Once you saw the familiar cover of the manhole, you lifted it up, looking around before slowly sliding beneath it, feeling your leg hook onto the ladder as you made your way down. You felt the air get particularly warmer as you climbed, and saw glints of blue and orange light at the bottom.

As you shuffled off of the ladder, you took a deep breath, making sure the cloaking brooch was hidden from sight beneath your jacket. You waltzed into the lair, making your entrance known to the brothers as you called out, “I’m here!”

You were then greeted by Donnie, who had a coffee mug in hand as he leaned against the counter. “Morning,” he mumbled, sipping his cup.

Mikey swung out of his room, greeting you with a bright, tired smile as he chirped a greeting, arms in the air as he arched his back while yawning. Raph and Leo soon followed suit, stretching just as you had that morning. In summary, they all looked exhausted.

Leo groaned as he plopped himself onto a beanbag, sinking into the soft material. “Sorry guys, but I don’t think I can fight any bad guys today,” he grunted. “I’m beat.”

“Hate to admit it, but I agree with ‘Nardo,” Donnie muttered as he downed the rest of his coffee. “That gang we had to fight yesterday really wiped me out.”

“I think I still have bruises from that one dude,” Mikey huffed, sitting on the floor next to Raph, earning a head pat from the older brother.

“I guess that settles it then,” Raph declared. “Today is a day of relaxation. We aren’t gonna fight anyone-”

As if on cue, Donnie’s wristband beeped twice, signalling danger in the area. They all let out grumbles of protest, while you watched with an amused smile.

“You jinxed us, big bro,” Leo scoffed, getting up while Raph rolled his eyes. “What’s happening, Don?”

“A robbery at the museum,” Donnie read out. “Just a bunch of goons.”

“Nooooo,” Mikey whined, dragging out the o. “I’m too tired to fight.”

“I can come along, if you want,” you volunteered. “Just a little extra assistance.”

“Thanks, (name),” Leo grinned, eyes half lidded from sleep as he made a portal. “Appreciate it.”

Stepping through the portal, you felt delight spread through you. You rarely ever got to tag along on missions with the group, instead being forced to watch over the Battle Nexus or attend fancy dinner parties in your mothers honour.

This is going to be great, you thought excitedly.

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It was not great.

As soon as you five stepped through the portal, which had managed to be perfectly placed above the museum, alarms and shouting surrounded all of your senses, causing you to wince. Stepping down, your eyes widened as you recognized the signature red and white masks the thieves wore. Your mothers assistants.

You suddenly felt regret pool at the bottom of your stomach as you froze, watching the others fight the group of bandits while you slowly backed away into a corner. You prayed that somehow you could get out of this situation, as if an angel would pick you up and whisk you away, back home where your worries would disappear.

But, in a flash of light, the thieves were gone, leaving the brothers muttering to themselves in annoyance. Snapping out of your trance, you made your way over, where the group was collecting their scattered weapons.

“Did you get the thing?” You asked quietly.

“No,” Donnie sighed. “They used a smoke bomb to get away.”

“You know what that means,” Leo said in a bittersweet tone. “Next stop- Grand Nexus Hotel.”

Which is how you found yourself in this position— squeezed into a vent above Big Mamas office, tucked against (turtle of choice) as you listened to your mother call out for the four in a mocking tone. Shushes and curses were heard from the crawlspace beside you, with the other three brothers inside. Thank god you had your brooch on, or else your extra limbs would never be able to fit.

Confusion flooded through you as you watched Big Mama stop in the middle of the room, seemingly going over her choices before bringing her purple tinted hand to her chest, ripping off the ruby red pendant, unveiling her much larger spider yokai form. You watched in horror as she brought an arm up, swinging her hand in the air, smacking against the vents you and the others were in.

Much to your dismay, one of the brothers let out a loud curse at the sudden movement, causing a smirk to grow on your mothers face as she hit the vents again, this time with a much stronger force, bringing both of the crawl spaces down to the floor. You screwed your eyes shut, feeling the impact of gravity shake your body as you made contact with the carpet.

You got up in a daze, grunting as you pulled your body up to a standing position. Looking up, you immediately regretted your decision.

Your mothers beady red eyes stared down at you, a look of displeasure on her face you had never seen before. “A human?” She sneered, laughing. “Why, I’ve never seen you before.”

Despite you and the others protests, she lifted you up with one giant hand, your size a measly mouse compared to hers. She eyed you with a venom so foreign to your mind— but then again, she wasn’t your parent right now. She was an enemy.

You couldn’t help but feel the fear course through your veins as her grip on your body got a little firmer, a sharp, suddenly interested glint shimmering in her six eyes. She let out an amused chuckle, her other finger poking you in the chest.

“What’s this?” She cooed tauntingly, pushing back your jacket to reveal your brooch. No.

“A cloaking brooch? How interesting,” she grinned, closing her fingers over the item. You thrashed in her hold, panic overtaking your emotions as you kicked at her fingers, despite it doing nothing but making her smile grow bigger.

“Well, turtles,” she cackled. “Let’s see what your human friend is really hiding!”

As you felt the sudden pressure of her hand suddenly disappear, along with a loud click of the brooch being separated from its pin, you glanced down at would maybe be the last time with your two eyes, seeing shock riddle (turtle of choice)’s expression as a short hiss of magic spread through the air.

Two arms swirled into eight.

Two eyes flickered into six.

(s/c) skin mixed into deep purple.

And lastly, the looks of confusion on everyone’s faces soon turned into disbelief as you slowly spun in the air, hanging by Big Mamas fingers, making eye contact with your—now shocked— mother.

You cleared your throat. “Hi.”

hehe e x c u s e m e

“WHAT?!” Is literally the first thing he says

shit, he knew everyone had their secrets, but he is FLABBERGASTED

it’s one thing you’re a yokai, but it’s a WHOLE ‘NOTHER situation you’re related to a supposed enemy

hes shocked, yeah, but he isn’t really bothered by the situation

“guess meeting the parents is gonna be a whole lot easier, huh?” “Leo, shut up-”

speaking of parents, i actually hc that big mama hates leo the most, so y’all are in for one hell of a ride when you tell her about your relationship

she isn’t unhappy to the point she tries to replace him, though (she could never do that to you :( )

but there is gonna be some moments where Big Mamas just silently brooding

when everything is sorted through, Leo actually finds your added limbs and eyes really cool

if they’re red in yokai form like Big Mamas, he finds it quite pretty

for your arms? just more hands to hold

i think in yokai form you’d get a lot taller than a human— not as tall as Big Mama, but like around 6’7– 7’0

and perfect for him, because he LOVESSS tall ppl lmao

overall, supportive! <3

his facial expression at the reveal is the definition of “WHAT THE FUCK”

he’s superrrr surprised, to say the least

once youre back on the floor, and not in a giant spider yokais hand, he kind of just. nudges closer to you

after a couple moments of silence, he just becomes this awkward mess

he’s stumbling over his words (rip bad boy persona) and is just like “how??”

it’s not like hes weirded out or anything, in fact, he finds your spider form really cool, but he just never expected this

we all know donnie has trust issues, especially post kraang incident, so it takes him a while to get used to the fact ur Big Mamas child

pls don’t get mad at him for this, he’s just slightly paranoid 😭

afterwards, when he’s back to normal, he’s examining you like left and right

he really likes getting to know the anatomy and study of certain yokai, so he’s running eye tests, seeing how fast your arms can move, etc

like, dontron, calm down-

Big Mama isn’t rlly pleased ur with him, but at the same time, as long as ur happy, she’s fine

now that ur taller than him (yes, if ur over 5’3, you are taller than him) he sometimes likes using his tech to float himself up to ur level

hates feeling short >:( lmfao

overall, like last time, didn’t mind! <3

WOWZERS

is the first thing that comes to his mind lmfao

he actually really likes your yokai form

compliments left and right about whatever— your skin, height, eyes, you name it

unlike leo, i think Big Mama dislikes mikey the least

so she’s all like “YOURE WITH ONE OF THE TURTLES- oh. the orange one. ok”

loves your extra arms

not only are they extra helpful, but he has so many arms to get hugged by!

cuddles with him are the BEST

pls, pls just wrap all of your arms around him when he’s in need of a hug. he will MELT

finds your extra added height super cool! like leo, he loves a tall partner

but you have to get used to having him cling off you like a koala from now on lol

istg his canon age is like 4’7

we luv a short king

overall, admires you! <3

“0-0” is his facial expression deadass

he is stunned bro

never expected you, his sweet, innocent s/o, to be the child of a SUPERVILLAIN

ok yall, u know how protective raph can be of his brothers, especially against villains

so, like donnie, he’s kind of unnerved

again, PLS DONT GET MAD AT HIM, HES JUST TRYING HIS BEST

awkward around you for a little while

and then he just kinda comes to terms with the fact that you’d never hurt him (ur never hurting him, right?? 🤨🤨)

slowly but surely gets used to it

he’s still a little surprised whenever he turns the corner and sees you in ur yokai form, but just shakes it off

anyway, YAY UR TALL NOW

if ur taller than him, he’s astonished since he’s so used to being the tallest in the family

as for your extra arms, likes the way you can move so swift with them without them getting in the way

like mikey, it’s really important you hug him

ik he’s all spiky, but pls, just hug him from behind or smth

do you see how much group hugs he gives his brothers??? he deserves one so bad

overall, has to get used to it, but finds it rlly cool!

Bonus

“wait..”

“what?”

“since dad is the only partner we know Big Mama has gotten with…”

“huh?”

“are u our SIBLING??!!”

“NO YOU DUMBASSES-”

so sorry this took so long anon! i’ve been going through writers block for the past like week, so i’ve just been procrastinating whether or not i like this piece, but then i just went “fuck it” and posted it lmfaooo

have a good day/night to you too reader!

[koiiiso]

Prologue:-{Foretold By A Man;Betrayal Of A Loyal Dog}-

A/N: Heyo!! I wrote this in class right after exams so my apologies if the writing is bad, I’m sorta tired.

Proofread?:Yes

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Friends.

That’s what you and Abby once were.

Friends.

You were there when she first joined the WLF, she was your age so you both just clicked.

But things that click into place often fall out of place.

Around anyone else, she was hard, invincible, a no nonsense person. Yet around you, she was soft, kind, vulnerable.

She was weak.

Abby was a killer, everyone was, everyone had blood on their hands, but that’s just how it was. Either you kill or get killed.

The world was cruel and everyone had a side of both good and bad. You could die for just about any reason.

However, with the way the WLF works, you can train as a cadet until you’re eighteen.

Abby joined at sixteen, just two years before graduation, yet she was the best. She killed the most dummies, she was the best at everything except surprising someone. That’s where you come in. You’ve been in the WLF for much longer than Abby and was once the best cadet before she came. Sure you weren’t jealous of Abby but you were jealous of the favoritism she received.

As soon as she became eighteen, she became one of the leaders, a commander. She just received everything, this meant a new dorm, better quality food, clothes, and more items. This also meant access to new places around the base, including the trucks.

You don’t know if she felt bad because you were now technically underneath her in rank or something, or if she just dragged you to the trucks and stole one with you.

It was fun, a lot of fun, until you both crashed it and you lost sight of Abby. You called out her name a multitude of times, yet she never answered. It was almost scary, until you turned on your newly busted flashlight and started to look around. You found her soon, staring at nothing in a shocked sense. Her blonde braid was now messy and some leave and bits of grass were stuck in her hair.

When you calmed her down, she was cold, it was odd, usually she wasn’t this way around you. She was reserved, almost like she was trying to block you out.

Soon enough, she received her first mission to go on, a solo mission, just scout out a potential area two hours away, it would’ve been a quick in and out thing, right?

It wasn’t.

She hasn’t returned yet.

It’s been a few weeks now.

Oh how you missed her.

Soon enough, Isaac unwilling promoted you to her position and sent you and a mini army to find Abby or her corpse.

Well you found her.

She was at this lodge house area, but she wasn’t alone.

Five people surrounded her, just talking amongst themselves and with her.

Did they ambush her? You were worried until she spotted you.

She always had a whole thing where she could locate you easily.

She walked over to you, calmly, but also, nervous?

“Hey—“ She couldn’t even get out your name before you interrupted her. “Where the absolute fuck have you been! You were supposed to be gone two days max, and who are those people?” You demanded to know as you peered over her, glaring at the group of two older men, a younger guy, and two girls.

“It’s hard to explain but I’m leaving the W.L.F.,” She answers with a hand on your shoulder now. How was she this stupid?

“You can’t just leave us! Abby listen to yourself right now! You’ve been with this group, these people, with me, for so fucking long. What are you leaving us for? Them?” You look at her expecting an answer, an apology, anything. But she just shook her head and stepped back.

“Is that truly how you want to be? Fine.” You glare at her before signaling to the whole miniature army to open fire, and they did just that.

The group of people soon ran out, cursing out.

Abby gave you one last look, one she has never given to you, one of utter hate.

“Don’t look for me ever again you bitch.”

“So I’m the bitch? Abby you left—“

She turned away and joined the group before you could finish.

She was once like a dog, loyal to its owners. Yet now? She left. She left you.

[lou-iz-stat]

4 more weeks or 1 month left until the new season starts and I feel like we are currently in the calm before the storm and I am definitely nervous. 😬

This is my rewatch for episode 4 of season 1 and I absolutely adore this episode as shit pretty much hits the fan after this relatively sweet episode. I have a feeling that we won’t have an episode as happy as this one in season 2 so it’s best to enjoy it as much as possible. 😭

Also spoilers for everything!

IWTV S1 E4: The Ruthless Pursuit of Blood With All a Child’s Demanding

This episode starts out with Daniel talking on his phone to I assume his agent for the book he is going to write about this messy vamps. I wonder if this will be important later?

And of course the sleep paralysis demon that is Armand/ Rashid is just standing there.

Some of the lines he says to Daniel are so archaic it’s crazy people didn’t think he was Armand.

But he has the important job of bringing Daniel to Claudia’s old diaries.

Daniel makes a remark about the tree and Armand says something about an architect which I wonder if that will also be someone from the book that we did not know yet.

And he tells Daniel where to start with the dairies but of course he doesn’t listen and starts reading one towards the end. 😂

Now we are finally starting Claudia’s pov

“You were ready to abandon our home. Now you want a third” Lestat was so hurt by Louis leaving :(

In this version it’s Louis that wants Lestat to turn Claudia instead of Lestat just out right baby trapping him. But that doesn’t mean that Lestat turned Claudia without selfish intentions. He knows if he does this for Louis that he will no longer want to abandon him.

God that look on Lestat’s face when he thinks he’s getting a family. ☺️

Also! No secrets my ass!!!

“A funny way of being nice to each other.” They’re gay dear.

When I first watched the pleated skirt line it took me out! They are everything!!! 🤣

Claudia is Lestat’s daughter alright. Claudia said ACAB and that is why she is an icon.

This episode is comedic genius!

I LOVE when Lestat sneaks in Louis’s coffin. It’s so sweet and since it’s from Claudia’s pov we can more objectively see the good parts of their relationship. I’m sure if Louis was telling this part of the story that he might have not mentioned their coffin-sharing almost every night.

I also really adore the scene with Louis and Claudia in the boat. In the book Claudia doesn’t actually know why or how she was made but in the show Louis tells her the truth that it was because of him that she was hurt so bad in the fire. I like that he just tells her outright for how she was made. I also really love that when Claudia asks Louis how love works between two men and Louis makes that adorable face. It gives me butterflies!

After that scene, Daniel takes a break and walks in on Rashid/ Armand praying and he notes that he spoke a language that is from the Crimea which is a call back to the book since Armand’s character is originally from that area in Europe. So I think that they will still incorporate that part of Armand’s background in the show too.

This makes Daniel sorta suspicious of Rashid also because of him referring to Dubai as a ‘child’ Also Daniel’s notes on ‘Rashid’ is so funny.

We go back to the unholy family and they are just having a grand old time just being hella cute~

I wonder if the marquis Lestat mentions at Claudia’s birthday is his dad or his oldest brother? It sucks either way because they got guillotined during the revolution.

Loustat dancing is so sweet~

Movie theatre scene 🥰

Oh shit Mama Du Lac is dead

They look so good in their formation as the leave the wake.

Lestat bringing Claudia to the lovers lane for some dinner isn’t… the best but he is trying to bond with her and he does treat her so sweetly in the scene.

This does awaken something inside her like her sudden need to grow up.

And in her need to grow up she finally meets Charlie as her first love.

In classic vampire fashion Claudia accidentally kills Charlie

And though I hate to admit it Lestat is right when tells his fledglings to stay out of human goings on. He should have just been more sensitive about it when she brought Charlie’s body home.

Louis finally shows back up in the interview! I wonder what was doing other than ‘resting’

Louis so sad about Claudia. 😢

This episode ends so sad and miserable… Poor Claudia 😔

Okay with that ends my s1 episode 4 rewatch.

I am definitely not looking forward to episode 5…. It’s a tough watch but I’ll try to do it next time.

Thanks for reading this! We have only a month left and between this show and another show that is coming out around the same time I am losing my mind but I would have it no other way.

[vivithefolle]

Hey its me who left a comments on your Quora, and bc im a negative hater of Hermione that will make her worshippers cry, i wanna just copy and repeat my unpopular opinions here to yours in order to spread my negativity :p

I think its kinda funny how Rowling self inserted into Hermione but forgot herself is a adult woman, and Hermione is a teenager sometimes, but like only sometimes.

A lot of Hermiones rule bendings and actions just sounds like what an 20s or 30s something would want to do, and would have full conviction as well as planning ability to carry it out. Sorta like the way you cant file a lawsuit and WIN if you are 10 but can if you are 21. Rowling wishes she could do what Hermione can do but forgot she was writing a teenager, then went "oh its ok. She settled it all in the end off pages."

Rowling will be like "Hermione is me and so mature and i wanted to do that to people i hate all my life" when it comes to time traveling - to take more classes than her peers because its fair where? - and "punishing" a bad journalist who spread stupid rumors and "punishing" the students and teachers she hated, or erasing her parents out of her records. Because only adults could break big rules like that and maybe deal with consequences. But then in the same books same chapters she will be like "Hermione is forever 13 year old and hates defying rules" when it come to the characters emotional development. And worse, after that couldnt write all the messy logical backlashes and consequences that this teenagers actions left.

Coupling with Emma Watsons casting and all the Mary Sue script changes influencing later books, the result is the worse, most self entitled, inconsistent, sloppily written female character ever created among all the real, logical teenage characters. Some like Harry is Mary Sue-ish, but hes at least consistent and logical to a teenager. Hermione is a Sue and couldnt even be a decent one that makes a lick of sense.

we like to dunk on Movie Hermione, and her looks and the Ron bashing can make us dislike her because thats not book Hermione, but in terms of being a Mary Sue , movie Hermione is actually a much better written character than book Hermione. One is at least consistent and is a character despite "perfect". Movie Hermiones lines and moments are still things a , very perfect, schoolgirl can know and do. Book Hermione cant decide if shes a teenager character with emotional flaws or a 30 something 4th wall goddess with super meta powers that can solve every characters romance problems. Like you cant choose both of these, Rowling.

its so frustrating bc this is actually why its so hard to convince Hermione lovers and criticizers on points from either side on her personality and her relationships with others. Because a very blazen competent girl that could "punish" teachers and students and new reporters alike on the basis of very adult, very real LAW and ORDER can not act like an jealous, immature 15 year old that also cries all the time with no handle on her emotions, is "book smart" and stick for rules, and vice versa. Which is she?

i now dont really care for Hermione and Ron. She ruined the couple for me. its not that she could be an asshole to him, but because shes not a character. Shes a vessel.

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Vivi's commentary: Well darn that is a brutal assessment! I do believe that what the things that make Hermione feel so disconnected is the lack of consequences. I mean, the way she "punishes" Rita and Marietta is totally the way a teenager fantasizes about punishing the people who hurt them, but the fact that Hermione manages to do it without ever having it bite her in the ass is the part that's really making her a Mary Sue for me.

[20dimensionsoftangerine]

Just read Passing the Test. Incredible (Ouch). I'm curious as to how Adaine's relationship with the bad kids after she joined up with them would change from canon. Also, a bit curious as to who you think would have noticed the marks of the curse first and how they'd respond. Love your writing!

Ah thank you!!! I'm always so excited to hear people liked my fics (and got emotionally hurt by them muhahaha)

Adaine's relationship with the bad kids would definitely be messy and awkward. It's hard to integrate yourself into any already established group even if they haven't been hunting you down for the past few days

In the beginning Adaine's constantly walking on eggshells. She's not a practical caster, not a very strong wizard, and as far as she knows about Aguefort these are all essentially trained assassins. That sorta kinda just kidnapped her (she's going along with it now but still). She's terrified of them and is pretty certain they're gonna ditch her the moment her help stops being useful so becoming friends isn't even on her radar

Thankfully it is on everyone else's and long term they definitely start to get her to open up (though she's probably always going to be a little skittish). It's still hard to enter a formed group so I think Adaine would bond more with Tracker and Ragh and Ayda as they're also kinda on the fringes there.

As for who sees her scars first I want to say Riz. Adaine isn't very self conscious about the scars (the gloves are more to ease the pain of accidental contact and because Arianwen thinks it's unseemly) so when Riz asks Adaine to share what she knows about the Crown I think Adaine would take her gloves off to show him just how cursed it is.

As for how he'd react I suspect it would be with grim scientific study... Up until Adaine rants that her mother made her carry the crown just so Arianwen didn't have to deal with it. Then it would be hissing at the injustice and immediately getting Adaine some hand warmers (thankfully the pain of that curse will lesson for Adaine the longer she's not actively carrying the crown around. So that at least gets better!)

Thank you for the question, I'm really glad you like the AU!

If anyone's interested in what the heck I'm talking about check out the story here

[alitgblog]

my thth3 routes rn

1. Rhiannon - Pharmacist, foodie, cosplayer, polyglot. i.e. I just wanted her to be a hot nerd. She's going for Taz primarily, but it's funny because I also keep accidentally picking the opposite things for him (e.g. she's not a morning person but he is) and that kinda giving them a fun dynamic tbh and I'm liking the opposites attract thing they have. Like in the suite he says he hates chocolate hummus and even though it doesn't increase their romance, I was like ... it's way funnier to say she it likes it though. And it's great, he's a chef and she's a foodie. But of course, Jirayu is a little nerdy too so there's some exploring happening there too.

2. Arlo - Graphic designer, music buff, artist, animal lover. Was supposed to be my messy route but now I have a storyline for him. Initial attraction to Isla, but he also likes Carmen (and he and Carmen work better on paper I think, personality wise, and that's partly bc I forgot I made him an animal lover). Isla gets jealous when he pursues Carmen (and tbh also some of the other contestants too) and he realizes this and has to cut things off with Isla right around the Hollywood party. And he feels bad for breaking her heart even though she says she's determined to win him over so he's trying to be more serious and committed. But he's into Poppy and he'd be willing to focus on her, but she keeps messing with him, so he focuses on Carmen. so I'm thinking it'll be between Carmen or Poppy in the end for him, but I'm super excited for this because the tension with Poppy is crazy, especially since in my other route, she's just sorta a villain. In this, he's so attracted to her and it frustrates him because she's giving mixed signals. it's kinda enemies to lovers and I love it (coming from someone who did do a Nora route last season but that was different bc it was thrown in last minute with only one episode left so I'm enjoying the slow burn rn)

all that being said: highly recommend a Poppy route just to SEE what it's like to have that good writing AND branching. (coming from a litg player)

[chryzuree]

bit late but if ur still taking them…8,9,10,11,15,25 for gen…..🥺🥺

8. If your OC were to live in some other time period, which era would they be best suited for?

idk how much of this is my own preference for the 1920s, but i think if you stuck gen in 1920, she would’ve had fun w the spiritualism boom & the flapper dresses… her hair would look cute short.. <333

9. If your OC were to imagine their idyllic life (realistically or otherwise) what would it be like?

she would have a garden and a greenhouse (dedicated to the more “specific” plants she has, meant for different climates), a cat or two, m..married to oswald… raising gil, vince, and alice/alyss as her own. maybe they’d go on trips to the seaside and she’d be pointing out all sorts of creatures and phenomenons to them. they’d have a cute house, kinda messy in a lived-in way, but ultimately things aren’t too bad (oswald and gil get stressed if it is). gen’s finally got friends and all the baskervilles love her. they come and visit frequently. she can finally experience closeness with people in the way she never could before, and she’s not seen as odd or off-putting. yeah..

10. What piece of moody poetry or novel quote best encompasses your character?

there’s that one tumblr post i keep thinking of where it’s something along the lines of “which one of us died?” in reference to bringing someone back frm the dead & i think that’s very genwald… when i was looking stuff up, though, i found one from oscar wilde that said, “she lives the poetry she cannot write.” & tbh i think that’s sorta her… yeah!!!

11. Who is your muse’s muse? (What or whom inspires/drives them?)

plant life cycles…. bugs…. definitely in a more controlled environment, but she won’t shy away from hikes!!! i think she’s very fascinated by the nature of things and what determines that (also why she gets so confused by ppl sometimes… wonder what that says abt her!!)

15. What is a common misconception about your OC? (Alternatively, what do people assume about them which is either incorrect or misconstrued?)

ummm that she’s either really uppity or that she’s insanely manipulative (to the point of blaming her of witchery). it’s not HER fault she was gifted with magic “everyone loves her” powers… she doesn’t mean to be effortlessly charming! she doesn’t even want this ability!! why not let her talk to animals or grow plants at will!!!!!!!

25. Which “tortured artist” does your OC share the most similarities with?

she’s not on this list, but tbh, probably emily dickinson….. gen’s also a bit reclusive, known to be a gardener, yearns endlessly…… maybe i’ll throw some medical conditions her way too.. mostly i feel like dickinson’s poetry fits her rlly well!!

[mermaidsirennikita]

ARC Review: The Fiancee Farce by Alexandria Bellefleur

4/5. Releases 4/18/2023.

For when you're vibing with... Modern marriage of convenience shenanigans, shy girl/bombshell, rich family drama, bi lady/bi lady rep, and bookstore romcom loveliness a la "You've Got Mail" but not... troubling.

Introverted bookshop owner Tansy made up a girlfriend to get her friends off her back--and took inspiration from Gemma West, the cover model for her favorite romance novels. But what happens when Gemma West turns out to be Gemma Van Dalen, the wealthy heiress to a publishing empire--who needs to marry in order to meet the terms of her grandfather's will. Tansy needs cash to save her store--and for confident, forward Gemma, money is no object. But Gemma's family isn't going to let her take her rightful place as head of the company without a fight, and they're not afraid to take Tansy down with her.

The author said she took some inspo from The Last Great American Dynasty with this one, and you totally get that sense as you read. Lighthearted romance meets family politicking for a sapphic romance that's both sweet and compelling.

Quick Takes:

--Tansy and Gemma are very much opposites attract, but never enemies to lovers, if you're looking for some "differences without anger" clashes. Tansy is shy and a bit traumatized by several different life events (understandably), while Gemma is bold and brash and reckless. What this gives way to is a really flirty, fun dynamic; I loved how Gemma came on to Tansy so confidently without ever pushing her limits. So often, you get this adoring "how could she be into me" vibe from this type of dynamic, but here I completely believed that Gemma was as into Tansy as Tansy was into Gemma.

--There is some "sorta ex" drama, which makes sense because Gemma is a bit of a messy in terms of her relationships. It didn't feel like there was meddling for the sake of plot contrivances, though; it felt like something that a person like Gemma would get into, to be honest. And I kind of enjoyed that. I liked that Gemma in particular wasn't just this mess-less wondergirl. It made her feel more real.

--The Van Dalen family, speaking of a mess, has a LOT going on. And personally, I enjoyed it. They were giving early 2000s romcom rich people drama, and I for one support that completely. If anything, I kind of feel like we could've used more drama? There was some last minute intensity, but the one critique I'd have of the book is that Bellefleur could've ratcheted up the tension between Gemma and Tansy a bit more. Have them be messier! Have them make bigger mistakes with each other! I loved the loveliness of their romance, I just could've used more angst.

--One thing I do appreciate about the book is that you do have a supporting cast that gets involved in a fleshed-out way. The good people take action, the bad people get called on their shit. They're not just there to be there.

The Sex Stuff:

There are two sex scenes, both of which are fairly explicit, one of which is DELIGHTFUL but interrupted before orgasm. The second one is really good. I wish that there'd been at least one more. Gemma talks a lot about wanting to get on her knees for Tansy, but we don't see quite enough of it. They have great chemistry and Bellefleur writes awesome sex scenes, I just want mooooore.

If you're in the mood for a light-but-not-quite-fluffy sapphic opposites-attract romance, look no further! I was super charmed.

Thanks to Netgalley and Avon for providing me with a copy of this book. All thoughts and opinions are my own.

[sohmiya]

I woke up obsessing over Maxine & Evren soo I present to you my early morning hcs:

I imagine that when E wins some kind of award for their single/album/music video and they go up on stage to do their whole acceptance speech, I see them wanting to thank Max in a sweet & personal way that the media doesn’t take out of proportion; so E would slip an inside joke into their speech, an inside joke that only Max would understand so they’d still be able to show their appreciation.

Oo, I also see them casually hanging together and E randomly asks, “do you have a picture of you without red hair?” and Max nods and then E’s like “can I see it?” and Max laughs and says, “absolutely fucking not.”

E loves writing lists, so in an au where fwb turns into caught feelings from both sides, I see E going over to Max’s place and having a pros & cons list written up — pros of why they could work together in a relationship and cons as to why they wouldn’t and it’d be like:

Pros — other than the fact our sex is great

^ And there’d be a super long list like: ‘I think about her a lot, we make a good team, she’s one of the people who actually gets me, we’re so alike & different at the same time, I think her band sorta likes me, I can be myself around her & obsess over shit like writing & books, I haven’t met many people who are so talented and hardworking, we make good music together’ etc etc.

And the cons list is: ‘paparazzi…, the media…, and maybe her ex will hate me (but I love a good rivalry, so maybe this point isn’t so bad)’

THE INSIDE JOKE AT THE AWARD SPEECH MADE MY HEART SWELL 🥹🥹🥹 inside jokes are a whole love language i love them

I also see them casually hanging together and E randomly asks, “do you have a picture of you without red hair?” and Max nods and then E’s like “can I see it?” and Max laughs and says, “absolutely fucking not.”

PLSJDSKS I LITERALLY CACKLED AT THIS BECAUSE ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT IS SUCH A MAXINE THING TO SAY LMFAOJDSKSK

and evren making a relationship list :((((( he’s so endearing please he was born to be lover but forced to be a fuckboy. i will Kill the paparazzi and every single person who’s ever used him for his fame 😡

but yeah i can imagine the list having a lot of words struck off because he wanted to say everything right and his handwriting would be messy from writing so quickly because his mind was racing and udgssjkak literally crying i need himmmmm

“i think her band sorta likes me” THEY LOVE YOU!!!!!!!! and yes the sex is great hehehehehe 🤭

and “maybe her ex will hate me” JHSJWJDNSJA maxine would laugh at this like the whole list would give her butterflies and i can imagine just covering her face to hide her blush and evren trying to pry her hands off of her because “i wanna see your pretty face” and maxine would go “uuuugh shut uupppp” but she’d be blushing like HELLLL and she’d let him take her hands and evren would put it on his chest so maxine could feel his heart beating fast just for her UNGHHHHHHHH

also can you imagine them finally getting together but they don’t announce it. like only a few close friends know about them but maxine goes out in public wearing evren’s shirt or sunglasses and eagle eyed fans would go “WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE-” 😭😭

ALSO my brother put some yt playlist on shuffle and “leave before you love me” by jonas brothers came on and i just think that was written for them 💔💔💔

[allaboutnayeli]

my heart over yours; part three | j.fleming x reader

prompt: jessie is determined to keep you away from sasha, but you aren't as keen on that. sasha has her own thoughts about jessie and your friendship.

author notes: this is way more angsty than the previous parts but i swear it's worth it. thank you for all the love on part two 😝💗 tumblr is such a nice place to post. anyways enjoy. again, the fic reads better with the song playing..just saying..

contains: ucla!jessie x reader, childhood bestie!jessie, jealous!jessie, sasha do not like what jeff and you got going on, reader is sorta of a bad gf in this, arguing, slightly messy writing, this part is shorter than the others but technically has a lot, prob the worst chapter by far btw, slightly rushed cliffhanger but idk

masterlist to other parts

playing is there someone else? by the weekend 🎵

no one speaks as jessie keeps her glance on you. there are a bunch of questions floating around in her eyes. anger and confusion lingering around as well. you look back at jessie, trying to gesture to her to chill out if only for a moment. unfortunately sasha didn't know jessie as well and couldn't tell how badly pissed off the soccer player was. the blonde tries to lighten up the mood, making a joke as she says, "you two couldn't even bring me a donut? wow double betrayal." the joke doesn't land as jessie gives her glare before looking back at you. it's obvious she's waiting for some type of explanation. one that you aren't willing to give in front of the tall blonde in the doorframe.

"c'mon, you still have to change," you say. avoiding the way jessie gives you a look of annoyance. you gesture for sasha to move which the blonde gets, moving to go sit on her bed. you pull jessie by the wrist inside after you. once inside the hotel room you let her go for a moment to put down your half eaten donut before going over to where your luggage is on the floor. the entire time jessie just stays silent, giving sasha a few irritated looks every time she tried to speak which shut the blonde right up, but still silent.

you pull out some simple sweatpants and a t-shirt of yours. turning around to look at jessie. the canadian already knows what you want her to do, putting down her donut before coming over to you to grab the clothes. she leans in, whispering against your ear, "we have to talk." leaning away afterwards to walk into the attached bathroom.

"give us a minute. we'll be out way before the shop closes, promise," you reassure sasha before walking into the bathroom as well. shutting the door behind you. sasha doesn't say a word but her mind is flooded with thoughts of why you're going into the bathroom with your "best friend" to change? it isn't her place to question the closeness between you two, but it's something she tells herself to keep in mind while trying to get you to be more than her project partner.

jessie's leaning against the counter in the bathroom when you come inside. the clothes are sitting on the top of the toilet seat, untouched. "you aren't going to change?" you joke, making jessie scoff. she loves how you always try to lighten the mood, but this isn't the time. she was feeling too frustrated to really think rationally. the canadian says, "don't worry about the clothes. why are you sharing a room with her?"

"because it's cheaper? because i.. can?" you say the last sentence like you are unsure if you really can; technically there's no problem with you sharing a room with sasha. it's just a simple arrangement, you didn't even think about it after booking the hotel. but with the way jessie's looking at you it feels like you just got caught doing something you shouldn't.

your last sentence makes jessie let out a sigh. she doesn't have a right to be feeling so frustrated, she tries to pull back her emotions but she just can't. not when it comes to you. on the pitch, she can keep it under control. when receiving criticism her emotions don't spiral. but when it comes to you, for some reason, her emotions just spill out. when she doesn't speak you move to pull her close. taking her hands into yours, interlocking them as you look at her. having your glance on hers makes jessie finally open her mouth, "it's just.. you hardly know her and you just share a room with her so easily? i could have helped pay for a single room.. you could have come and stayed in my hotel room.."

she trails off, looking away from you for a moment. you could see the conflicted emotions across her face easily. you give her hands a gentle squeeze, letting her know to just say what's on her mind.

"it feels like you're pushing me away. you didn't even tell me you were rooming with her."

"i didn't think it was something to tell you. it's literally nothing, jess."

"but you used to tell me even the small things. the things you thought of as nothing. everything." jessie's voice breaks up a bit while saying that. you rush to pull her into a hug, the freckled woman nuzzles her face into your neck. she tries to push away the tears threatening to spill. your hands naturally rub at her back, comforting her.

"i just want you to treat me like your bestfriend again," she whispers into your skin. hearing her sound so heartbroken makes your heart break. you were meant to be her source of comfort, not the source of her crying. you try to pull away to look at her, but jessie pulls you back into the hug. refusing to let you go.

"i just want to look at you, jess. let me see your face," you say softly. again you try to pull away and you succeed this time. with jessie's hands still on your waist as she looks at you.

you move your hand to wipe away at the tears in her eyes. seeing jessie cry always makes you want to cry; you two's emotions are just too in tune, too connected. jessie leans into your touch. one of her hands letting go of your waist to grab onto your wrist. "don't let go.. don't let me go," she mumbles.

"i'm not letting you go. you're still my bestfriend, i would never push you away," you say softly. in the back of your mind is the thought that jessie and you have been in the bathroom for longer than it would take to change, but you couldn't find it in yourself to care. sasha can wait, the pizza can wait. jessie can't. "you promise?" she asks. you nod before saying, "promise."

it's thirty minutes later when jessie and you come out of the bathroom. after she had calmed down enough to change into your clothes, you held her for several more minutes before helping the soccer player wipe away the tear strains on her face. jessie may have been open with her emotions around you, but you knew that she would feel embarrassed if sasha knew she cried. you didn't mention how sasha probably already knew with how thin the walls are between the bathroom and the actual hotel room, but jessie's mood was getting better so you weren't going ruin it.

when you two come out, sasha is still sitting on her bed. just scrolling through her phone until she hears the bathroom door opening. she looks up to look at you both. there questions in her eyes, but sasha doesn't say them. instead she says, "are you guys ready to go? i'm pretty sure the pizza shop is open until one am, but i don't feel the safest walking through the streets of san diego anywhere near one."

you let out a soft laugh. shaking your head to agree with her. jessie lets out a small chuckle, nothing noteworthy. you two spoke in the bathroom about how she should be nicer to sasha. she doesn't have to be friends with the woman, just nicer. jessie only agreed for your sake; that doesn't mean she was going to overly enthusiastic when it came to the blonde.

"yeah. we should probably go. i'll get the uber," you say. sasha nods before standing up, grabbing her purse that was beside her. the three of you leave out of the hotel room. while sasha is walking ahead, jessie and you are trailing closely behind. hands interlocked as you two talk quietly. it was a subtle way of isolating sasha that jessie wasn't going to correct. she was nice to sasha, so now she deserves your attention; all of it.

getting from the hotel to the pizza shop didn't take long. the ride there was mostly silent with sasha trying to make some type of conversation, but jessie wasn't having it. giving her short questions until the blonde just stopped trying. you would try to indulge her, but could feel the eyes of jessie burning into the side of your head everytime you turned to talk to sasha, so you just stopped. when the car stopped, jessie got out first then you and finally sasha. the canadian was already pulling you towards the door of the shop, not caring if sasha was right behind you two or not.

"slow down, freckles. the pizza isn't going anywhere," you tease making jessie chuckle and roll her eyes. that joke was enough to make her slow down her pace. allowing sasha to catch up to you two.

"i have been seeing people go to this place all over social media, so hopefully it reaches the standards i set in my mind," sasha says. moving so she could go around jessie and you, grabbing onto the shop door.

"if we're going off smell alone.. this place already checks off some boxes," you pull jessie inside once sasha opens the door. it feels weird that sasha walks in alone after you two while jessie and you walk in together. another subtle way of isolating her that you didn't even realize you were taking part in.

the shop isn't anything fancy. a very simple design with white tile walls, a table or two in the room, a few framed awards about how the shop was one of the best in san diego, and a funny looking mascot that was painted one of the walls. it's cute and inviting. definitely felt like you were stepping right into the 2000's though.

the pizza is amazing. you end up ordering a simple pepperoni pizza and jessie followed suit while sasha orders hawaiian. "that's disgusting," you cringe as the three of you sit in front of the shop. your backs against the building as you sit on crates the shop gave you. jessie lets out a hum of agreement with your statement, with her mouth full of pizza she couldn't really talk. sasha rolls her eyes, nodding in disagree as she takes a bite of her pizza. she lets out a content hum afterwards; over exaggerating it to prove you wrong.

"it's actually amazing. you two just lack taste," sasha says. you roll your eyes before biting into your own pizza. after swallowing you say, "no. i think you're the one lacking tastebuds but continue to lie to yourself."

while sasha and you are bickering, jessie just looks at you two. finishing up her pizza faster than you both. seeing you be so comfortable with sasha puts a pit in jessie's stomach that's definitely not from the pizza. she refrains from butting in, knowing she would just make the conversation way colder than it should be. jessie will stay silent; for your sake.

the chilly air of the san diego night reminds you three that it's actually quite late. your pizza is already cold by the time you pay attention to it again, too focused on debating with sasha. the blonde woman's pizza wasn't doing any better than yours. now cold as well.

jessie checks the time on her phone, seeing 11:30 makes her stand up. she giggles seeing the defeated look on your face at how your pizza turned out. "c'mon. it's late, let's go back to the hotel. i can buy you a new pizza or you can just.. heat that one up again? i don't think hotels have microwaves in rooms but," jessie shrugs, "i could be wrong." you perk up hearing jessie say she would buy you another pizza. you weren't about to eat a half eaten cold slice of pizza, so you nod, accepting her offer.

the canadian doesn't spare sasha a silver of attention. focusing all on you. if sasha is bothered by being ignored, she doesn't say anything. being the second one to stand up, she agrees with jessie, saying, "yeah. let's go before it gets way too late."

you're the last one to stand up. pulling out your own phone to check the time; you didn't realize how late it actually was even with the moon being out. time flies when in good company. "okay, let's go. i'm tired anyways," you support your point with a yawn afterwards. jessie playfully shoving you at the irony of the action. you giggle and slap her arm in response making her let out a soft ow. sasha just stands there, unsure if she could even jump into the playful banter. in the back of her mind she says to herself that it isn't her place, she has no right to be apart of what you and jessie have, but still. it's awkward to just stand here, not joining in.

once you and jessie stop playing around, you two go inside to get you another pizza while sasha stands outside to look out for the uber. you two come out right when the uber pulls up. sasha gets into the car first then you follow and finally jessie. just like on the ride there, it was pretty silent. expect this time around sasha doesn't try to make conversation. too tired to even try. the three of you sit in comfortable silence, too tired from the day and the making the trip from the hotel to here.

the moment you all reach the hotel, jessie pulls you with her towards her hotel room. leaving sasha in the hall as you two walk away. "goodnight," you say loudly enough for the blonde to hear, looking over your shoulder at her for a second before following along with jessie.

again sasha is left alone, left out of the quotation. a way of isolating her away from you both. it's at that moment that she truly realizes how big an issue jessie is going to be when it comes to trying to become your girlfriend.

sasha and you fly back to la that tuesday. jessie and the national team have left the day before, on monday, to make it to the next friendly that was taking place in texas. you wished you could have traveled with jessie to texas, but unfortunately college gets in the way once again. with you having important classes that you had to attend and also having that big project to turn in with sasha, you just couldn't spend another day away from the confinements of your studies.

after turning in sasha and yours huge project, you two decided to go out for ice cream. with jessie away and busy with training, you had the time to spend with sasha.

you lean back against the bench as the sun beams down on the two of you. sasha convinced you to try rocky road and you're slowly regretting letting the woman sway you earlier.

"this is absolutely disgusting," you groan after taking another lick of the ice cream. sasha laughs loudly before taking a lick of her own ice cream. "tastes perfectly fine to me," she shrugs before enjoying her ice cream some more. you cringe seeing how much she likes it since you hate it; you two's tastes are the complete opposite.

you try to enjoy it, but you just can't. standing up to throw the ice cream away in the trash can near by before coming to sit back down next to sasha. again you cringe seeing how half of her ice cream is gone already.

"is it the nuts you dislike?" sasha says, raising her eyebrows at you.

"definitely the nuts."

"maybe it's because you're a lesbian..?"

you let out a gasp of mock disbelief before pushing sasha's shoulder, making her giggle. "god, just be quiet. i didn't like the marshmallows either.." you try to defend playfully. sasha just gives you a look that makes you push her again.

"c'mon, stop! my ice cream is going to fall," sasha whines. you let out a sound of playful annoyance, but you do stop. letting sasha finish up enjoying her ice cream. once done, she looks at you and smiles. "we should go get some food. i'm still hungry.." she pouts at you, it's a cute sight you won't lie but subconsciously you compare it to how jessie pouts at you whenever you tease her too much. why were you thinking about jessie when sasha is right in front of you? maybe because you miss the freckled woman, maybe because jessie and you went out to get ice cream all the time before sasha came into the picture, you don't know.

"okay, let's go," you stand up, "where should we go? pizza?" sasha shakes her head at your suggestion. pizza reminds her of how during the weekend she was basically a ghost while you and jessie did y'all's thing. instead she suggests getting chick fil a. you almost reject the idea, wanting something different but decide against it. letting sasha have this one thing.

"okay. since you paid for the ice cream, i'll pay-" your talking gets cut off by the ringing of your phone. you take the device of your pocket, already knowing who it is since you turned off do not disturb for only person, jessie. "hi freckles."

"hey idiot. i just finished.. wait.." silence follows after her words then shuffling as jessie moves around on the other line. you hear some other voices in the background as well. voices that are quite familiar. jessie speaks again, "are you outside? i swear i just heard a bird."

you chuckle, "yeah. i'm out getting ice cream."

"without me? why are you betraying me?" jessie says playfully. the words hit a bit deeper than they should have; what are you doing out here with sasha? that's the question that hits your mind but you ignore it. you aren't doing anything wrong, are you?

"shut up. are you with the team? put me on speaker, i miss them!" you smile once jessie complies with your request. you almost forget about the fact you're outside with sasha, but the blonde reminds you when she taps your shoulder. she makes a come on gesture and you mouth wait a minute before going back to talking to jessie and the team.

sasha lets out a dramatic sigh that's loud enough that jessie hears.

"are you with someone..?" she asks. stopping herself from asking if it's sasha since others are around her, but still she's curious.

"yeah. sasha wanted to go out for ice cream after class so here we are," you shrug despite knowing jessie couldn't see it. there is slight unease in your voice that nobody but jessie detects. she mentally reminds herself to ask you about it later, thinking it may have something to do with her.

you hear the voices of the other canadian players. eventually the loudest one is adriana who says, "sasha? that tall blonde you brought to the game in san diego? you two seem close!"

you're unsure of what to reply, knowing that jessie is right there next to the phone but you don't want to make anything awkward so you just laugh, "yeah. i guess you could say that."

"okay, guys stop. let me get my bestfriend back," jessie says. you are able to catch a few groans from the other players but that's it before jessie takes the phone off speaker before pressing it up against her ear. jessie had to stop that the moment it started. sasha and you? not as close as you are to jessie. the thought of sasha and you being any type of friendly makes her want to laugh. just because she knows it will never be comparable to the bond you two have. on the other hand it makes her want to argue, argue with you for even letting other people think that you were close to blondie. it wasn't your fault, but jessie can't exactly be rational when she's miles away from you and sasha is right there with you.

"we are about to get off the bus and get some dinner, so i'll call you later, okay? be ready for my call." you giggle hearing the serious tone that jessie tries to put on. "ten pm sharp. i'll be waiting for your call," you say.

"better be."

"shut up freckles."

after ending the call, you turn to look at sasha who stands there awkwardly. obviously feeling sorta out of the loop since she wasn't even included in the call. instead of having a conversation about how she still feels isolated compared to how jessie and you act instead sasha just says, "chick fil a?"

"yeah. let's get some chick-fil-a."

jessie is only gone for two more days. you greet her at the airport and you two went out for dinner the night she flew back to la. during that time you weren't thinking of sasha at all. even when she texted you, it wasn't noticeable since you had your phone on do not disturb expect for jessie and your parents. it's not your fault really. sasha and you usually only click in person, being way dryer over text, and you haven't seen the blonde ever since jessie came back. your schedule clears up enough that you only had one class for the entire week and that class was not the one with sasha. you really weren't trying to ignore her, the circumstances just allowed you to forget.

you were fine with not seeing her though. spending most of the week hanging out with jessie; with most of the hanging out being just cuddling in bed while watching dumb rom coms or animal documentaries that always send you sleep. it was just like old times when jessie was your main friend. she's still your main friend, but sasha is in the picture now. sorta. while you're doing perfectly fine with not seeing the blonde, she wasn't the opposite.

it wasn't like sasha was desperate to see you, but her crush on you was growing and she's been wanting to go on a second date. counting that day you two went for ice cream then lunch as the first. everything is moving a little too slow for her and sasha is sure she knows the reason: a certain brunette soccer player. one who obviously doesn't like her and who is obviously a priority in your life. these two facts don't stop sasha from reaching out to you though. it's on saturday when you get a text.

you're laying in jessie's bed as she sleeps away the evening. her face is pressed against the top of her head while her arm is laying over your neck. you feel the text before you see it, with your phone vibrating somewhere on the bed. you aren't even sure where it is so you slowly try to move jessie off of you, so you can find it but the canadian is stubborn. even in her sleep as she pulls you closer. thankfully you find your phone right under jessie's hip after it vibrates again. struggling to pull it from up under her, but eventually you do. you blink at the brightness of your screen before reading the notification.

sasha ☀️

can we call?

i want to ask you something

you

can't call

just text me 🤍

sasha lets out a sigh seeing your response. she wanted to hear your voice. before she can stop herself, sasha types out and sends,

sasha ☀️

why?

she knows it's not her place to ask, but still. also it's this thought in the back of her mind that there isn't just a reason behind your text, but a person.

you

jess is sleep 💤

don't want to disturb her :(

and sasha's right. jessie is in the way once again. every time she tries to do anything with you, that freckled soccer player is right there to stop everything. even when she's sleeping she stops you two from doing anything more than the bare minimum.

sasha ☀️

okay

want to go out for karaoke? tomorrow night?

you

omg yeah

you swear you won't make fun of my vocals?

sasha ☀️

promise

alright it's a date

you two text back and forth for a few more minutes before you text that you're tired and that you're going off to bed. after that you move slightly so you can put your phone on the nightstand beside the bed. jessie groans out softly at the temporary loss of heat. pulling you closer then moving so that she's half on you half off. "where you going?" she mumbles softly into your skin. you can hear the sleepiness in her voice.

"nowhere. right here," you mumble back. your own sleepiness catching up to you. all that you done all day was be in your dorm and do things with jessie, but still you feel so sleepy.

"okay.. sleep. please?" jessie nearly whines but instead a muffled groan comes out instead. you wordlessly give her a yes, letting your hands rub on her back before drifting off to sleep yourself.

the next night, you're getting ready for your date with sasha. you haven't even told jessie about it but you can tell she already knows by the way a permanent pout seems to be stuck on her lips. she's leaning against the bathroom doorframe while you do the finishing touches on your hair.

"do you really have to go? we can do karaoke here," jessie says. the problem wasn't even the karaoke, it was sasha. jessie didn't want you to be going out on dates, but it's not like she could just say that.

"and risk getting noise complaints? no thanks," you laugh softly. jessie laughs after you, moving to come close. she wraps her arms around your waist like she always does. "we won't. just be quiet. i'm good at that, you're not."

"i'm not? you're louder than me when you get excited," you give her a look. moving away when she tries to pinch you. jessie chuckles before pulling you back close again. "freckles, watch the clothes"

"just change," jessie shrugs, pulling you right against her so that your face is pressed against her shoulder. you whine and playfully slap her back.

"you're the most annoying person ever. now i have to redo my makeup and change my clothes," you finally are able to pull away. your shirt is wrinkled and your skirt isn't any better. while your makeup is now smudged since you didn't even get to put on the setting spray before your bestfriend started to annoy you. jessie doesn't show a drop of remorse as she walks away from you. giving you a light slap on the shoulder before leaving out of the bathroom.

it takes you ten minutes to change your clothes and to redo your makeup. you rush out of the door, giving jessie the middle finger when she almost made you trip on the way out of the door. thankfully you aren't too late. sasha is understanding when you arrive at the karaoke place.

"jess messed up my whole look. i had to change and everything," you pout as you sit down on the cushioned bench in the small room. sasha have rented out one of the rooms in the karaoke place near ucla. the blond doesn't seem too fazed by your lateness, just happy you made it.

she smiles, "it's cool." she moves away from where she's leaning against the door before sitting down next to you. grabbing the mics that are on the table in front of you two. "ever done karaoke before?" sasha says.

you look at her with disbelief, "do you think i live under a rock? duh, all the time in highschool. jessie and i would go every friday as a little celebration that classes were done for the week." thinking back on those memories makes you smile. jessie can't seem to escape your thoughts. you don't notice how sasha frowns before she changes the subject, "challenge me then?" sasha looks at you as she holds out one of the mics towards you.

and who are you to reject a challenge? you take the mic out of her hand. standing up to the karaoke machine. "beyonce?" you ask, looking back to see sasha standing up as well. "duh," she laughs, coming closer to the machine.

"whoever loses has to get the winner whatever they want." you say, looking at which song to pick.

"bet, get ready to be at my mercy." you roll your eyes at her words. just giving her a small shove before starting the song. "that's cheating!" sasha giggles; then the battle was on.

sasha and you sang various beyonce songs with not the best vocals but still you two sang your hearts out. debating who won after each song ended. eventually around three hours have passed and it was coming close to the time of the karaoke place closing time.

"i totally won that. i practically sounded like beyonce," you say after setting the mic down. sasha and you have just finished singing single ladies which you are sure was definitely a win for you.

"get out of dreamland," sasha rolls her eyes. setting her mic down as well. she moves to grab her purse and jacket, glancing at the time on her phone. "okay, let's do rock paper scissors to see who won."

you cringe at her suggestion, but go along with after checking the time too. you two do three rounds of the kid game with sasha winning at the end. she smiles as she says, "told you that you would be at my mercy. now what could i possibly want..?"

sasha drags out her thinking, poking her cheek with her finger. she stays like that for a moment before saying, "go on another date with me?"

you smile at her question. you should have known that was going to be her choice.

"of course. i have to redeem myself next time." sasha laughs, about to say something else when your phone rings. you grab it quickly, already knowing who it is since your ringer is only on for jessie and a few others. you hold up a finger at sasha to basically say wait a moment. once she nods in understanding, you answer the call.

it wasn't too long and it wasn't really that important; well to others may not seem important but to you it was important because it was jessie on the other line. the soccer player asked if you were coming back to the dorm soon since she went out and bought strawberry ice cream, your favorite.

while you're busy on the phone, sasha is fighting away the frustration in her bones. again, you were paying attention to jessie again when your attention should be on her at the moment. she wouldn't care it jealousy. everytime you choose jessie over her just feels.. rude. when that soccer player comes around, you drop everything and run to her on her beck and call. it's annoying to see. it's even more annoying to experience. why can't you look at her?

she's snapped out of her thoughts when you end the call. looking at her before smiling, "sorry, gotta go. jessie bought this ice cream that i absolutely love and she threatened to put it under hot water if i don't run to my dorm in five minutes and.." sasha doesn't let you finish your rambling as she says, "it's fine. go ahead."

you smile and say a quick good night before leaving out of the room. leaving sasha to go back to jessie's arms once again.

this same situation seems to happen every single time sasha tries to spend time with you. all the weeks past, you and sasha do hangout. going out on a few dates when you two aren't swamped with classes or when you weren't with jessie which was rarely. only when jessie was off on international duty is when you weren't with her and even then you were on the phone with the woman all the time.

the frustration that's been building up in sasha since she started to pursue you was going to show itself soon. jessie was always in the way.

you could never stay overnight at sasha's dorm because "jess would be missing me."

you couldn't take too long walking back to your dorm from class because "oh freckles likes to always watch this tv show after classes end and it comes on around now so i really can't miss it."

oh no, you can't go out that day? why? because "i have to go see jessie play. you know ucla has a home game today right?"

it's always about jessie, jessie, jessie. hearing her name was becoming suffocating for sasha. she couldn't stand to hear you talk about memories that you have jessie and how you two are so close. everything about you seems to be intertwined with that damned canadian. sasha swears if she hears jessie's name come out of your mouth one more time she will lose it and that time actually comes.

you have just come over to sasha's dorm to "study." in reality you two were going to eat snacks before playing a few games. a simple, but cute home date that sasha appreciates more than the ones where you two go out. when you arrived, you have dropped your backbag against her bed before going into the mini fridge next to her bed.

"you only have cherry freezepops? jessie and i love those," you say, standing up with one of the freezepops in her hand. okay the first time she heard jessie name that day doesn't annoy her enough to do anything about it. she just hopes you don't talk about jessie anymore today while you two hang out.

that hope doesn't last long. sasha decides that you two should watch this whale documentary that uses comedy to explain how whales social circles work and that's when sasha blows up on you.

"this sounds so cool. jessie always wants me to watch documentaries and she always convinces me so it's like.." you don't get to finish your sentence. sasha rolls her eyes before saying, "oh my god, y/n. can i hear something about you instead of jessie for once?"

there's deep irritation in her tone. making you look at her in confusion. why was sasha acting like that?

"what are you talking about? i tell you about myself all the time," you reply. crossing your arms across your chest as some type of barrier against her words.

"not if it doesn't involve jessie. do you even exist without her? when she leaves, do you just cease to exist?" sasha snaps at you. she doesn't mean to, she really doesn't but these emotions have been building up for a while now. could she really be blamed when all she knows about you is from memories that involve someone else?

you don't take her words well at all. firstly, she basically insulting you and saying you have no personality. secondly, she's mentioning jessie like she's some type of pest. two things that went too far in your book.

"obviously i do! i'm right in front of you!" you stand up, moving to grab your bag. you weren't going to stay somewhere with someone who's insulting you. "and now you're going to leave? can you blame me for what i said? you always bring up jessie. knowing she doesn't even like me! how do you think that makes me feel?" sasha stands up too. grabbing onto your arm to stop you from moving any further.

you immediately pull her hand off of your arm, nearly slapping it. "jessie may not like you but that isn't a crime. she's at least being civil towards you. not insulting you behind your back!"

"really? when you two are in your dorm, cuddling away or whatever the fuck you two do in there, she doesn't say one bad word about me?"

"no she doesn't."

"you're fucking lying!" sasha lets all of her frustration out. it's all too much and now you're just lying to her face. "and i'm a fucking idiot because i'm chasing after some chick who's inlove with her best friend!" sasha's words created a pit in your stomach. it reminds you just of the words everyone else used to say when it came to jessie and you. that you two are too close, that she's in love with you and you're in love with her.

you are quick to defend yourself, not even thinking rationally, "i'm not in love with jessie! she's my bestfriend, so don't even try to apply that. if you're going to be so jealous over nothing then we can be done."

"jealous? i'm not being jealous, i'm being reasonable. you know why jessie hates me? because she wants you!" sasha shouts. she swears all the dorms in this hall can probably hear you two, but she really doesn't care. this was a conversation she's been meaning to have and unfortunately it came out so explosive.

you shout right back, "didn't i just say to not even apply something like that? you're crazy!"

sasha makes you fall silent when she says,"i'm crazy? no, let's see if you're crazy. answer me this, do you want to be my girlfriend or are you already taken by jessie?"

author notes: sorry this took like a thousand years, it was a struggle to figure out how to make this part fit into the story. the cliffhanger is a little messy sorry for that too and yeah, hope y'all liked it 🙏🏾 hopefully it was worth the wait. ignore any gramatical or spelling errors pleaseee

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[specter-writes]

Hi, could i get a matchup for toh?

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: heterosexual

Zodiac/MBTI: intj, sagittarius

Appearance: long black hair, black eyes, 187 cm, very pale skin and i'm builded like models on 60s fashion illustrations, for some reason i always look like i'm sad

Personality: mix of a kuudere and hinedere personality: introverted, calm, quiet, reserved, sophisticated, polite, snarky, witty, sarcastic, blunt, honest, apathetic, intimidating, morbid, unfazed

Likes: art, plants, animals, philosophy, thanatology, literature, serial killers, insects and bugs, witchcraft, classical music, goth music, classical gothic literature, history, forensics, criminology, anthropology, psychology, mythology, books, animals (especially cats), nature, tea

Dislikes: can't think of any. i care only about things i like

Hobbies: science, learning new things, knitting, sewing, gardening, cooking, baking, playing chess, taking long solitary walks to secluded places, reading, writing, drawing, general handicrafts, dollmaking, cryptid hunting

Thanks

Hi hello good to have you here!

I would match you with:

Darius (platonic)!

Enjoy your brand new father figure! Also, you have a sibling in hunter if you want one. I was trying to think of a romantic option but the only dude in the hexside crew is Hunter, and I don't really see that. As much as I love that TOH is femme led, it does make matchups for my hetero girls a little harder. That's okay though, because who doesn't love the slightly posh purple guy?

You know that thing that divorced dads do where they get their kids gifts to try win their love? He does that, except minus the guilt. I just think his love language is gifts. I also feel as though he'd be a progressive religious person, you feel? So whatever religion you think suits him best, he'd love if you participated, but you absolutely do not have to. I also feel like he plays piano, and you DO have to do that. No matter how trash your recitals are, he's always embarrassingly doting and close to tears, then he just sort of snaps back into it, clears his throat, and straightens up, back to serious. That happens a LOT, especially in public. He wants to keep up his uncaring veneer of professionalism and fails over and over again

Daralador??????? Yes????????????? Absolutely, daralador. All of it, all the fluff. You may get relentlessly teased and drained of info on your crushes, but boy oh boy does darius get it back tenfold. at this point you know more about their relationship than either of them. what can I say, you both like to be involved

I also headcanon that darius is really good at sculpture (abomination magic and so on and so forth) so he sometimes either conjures up a model out of abomination goo or just brings your sketches to life. You do it every Friday over tea, it's a fun experience for both sides. You occasionally draw his sculptures as well

You have all sorts of little trinkets he's made of clay, abomnation, hell even paperclips. He tried to teach you and Hunter to sculpt once and it went... Poorly to say the least, especially on Hunter's end. He tried to make a little wolf but it looked like a depressed beagle. You faired slightly better but that isnt saying much. Darius still loves your messy, sorta bad sculptures even if they are trash

hes essentially the opposite of those weird southern parents who threaten their daughters boyfriends or even just male/masc presenting friends.

you couldn't ask for a more supportive parental figure in your life