#unless later on i see a glaring mistake

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🤩&⌛ please!

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

Right now, it's gotta be Steve. He has wormed his way into my brain and become my muse. I can't explain it. I just like writing about him.

⌛ How long does it take you to write a fic, or a chapter?

On average, it takes me about an hour and some change to write a chapter. My chapters aren't that long, usually about 1k. My low efforts ones are even shorter than that so they take even less time

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the adventurous one | dawson mercer

warnings: outdoor/public sex, unprotected sex, references to oral (f!receiving) at a later date, dirty talk, praise pairing: dawson mercer x fem!reader request: "Okay hear me out but Dawson seems like such a nature lover and hiking guy. So could I request something where he and reader go on a hike by a river or something because Dawson wanted to show her but she doesn’t want to hike anymore (lazy girls unite) so she stops him for a “water break” and slowly she manages to get him to have sex right there. Completely public but also private? Please?" ABSOLUTELY! wc: 2000

“Daws, slow down,” you call, watching the distance between your boyfriend and yourself increase with each step. 

Dawson had invited you to go on a hike with him this afternoon in place of his normal workout. You had said yes because you love your boyfriend, but you were both all too well aware that he was a little more physically fit than you, being, oh, an athlete and all.

You had held out as long as you could before asking for a break, but you’re nearing a creek and it’s a pretty sight, so maybe Dawson will let it slide.

You sit down on a stone and dig through your backpack for your water bottle, gulping down the still icy-water. Dawson has turned around and is making his way back to you now, plopping down on another rock near you and stretching his legs out. 

“Tired already, baby?” Dawson asks, rubbing his shins and grinning at you.

You glare at him, bothered by his teasing. You take another gulp of your water, then shove the bottle back into your bag. “Not tired, just hot.”

“You always are,” Dawson says with a nod. He stands, then grabs your hands and pulls you to your feet. “Ready to move along?”

You groan, pursing your lips and looking up at him with a furrowed brow. Dawson mistakes your displeasure for a similar pose that you do when you’re asking for a kiss, so he leans down to peck your lips. He takes your hand and goes to pull you along, but you stay in place.

“What if I proposed an alternate workout?” You ask. “Instead of finishing this hike.”

Dawson chuckles a little, coming to stand in front of you. He ducks his head a bit and raises his eyebrow comically, like he’s listening intently to the idea that hasn’t even fully formed in your head yet.

You walk your fingers over his chest, teasing him. 

“It involves cardio,” you say, trailing off. You let your hand slide up his neck and into his hair sensually, then you smile at him. “Your favorite kind of cardio.”

Dawson laughs, twisting the end of your ponytail with his index finger. “How about we finish this hike and then, when we get home, I’ll treat you to some of that cardio?”

“Or,” you drawl, “You could fuck me right here and then we could go home?”

Dawson looks around. “Right here?” He asks. “In– on the trail?”

You shrug, batting your eyelashes coyly at the boy. “Why not?” You ask. “Aren’t you supposed to be the adventurer here? Why am I the one suggesting this?”

He’s got a silly look on his face, seeming suspended in time as he processes what you’re saying, and you want to poke his cheek to wipe the expression off his face. Instead, you push his hair back and scrunch your nose while he thinks, peppering a series of kisses over his cheeks and the corner of his lip.

“You’re dangerous, huh?” Dawson finally says. “And you hate hiking that bad?”

“Well, I only really said yes because I wanted to spend time with my cute boyfriend,” you say. “And since I’ve thought of a better idea than hiking, I want to spend time with my cute boyfriend that way.”

Dawson sucks his teeth, then his tongue pokes through the hole in his mouth. You can tell he’s relenting, even a little excited by the idea. He pushes you backwards, walking you off the side of the trail just far enough that you can still see the pathway, but no one can see you in the trees unless they’re looking.

“Right here?” Dawson asks, biting his lower lip and sliding his hands over your waist, underneath your shirt. “Right now?” He untucks his lip and kisses you, then lathers his lips down your neck. 

“Yes, please,” you reply, pulling off his shirt and getting your hands on his sweaty chest. 

Dawson tucks the shirt into his backpack before returning to you, then pulls your shorts down your legs and tucks them away. 

You’re half naked against a tree, feeling much more vulnerable than you ever have been, and you feel very glad that Dawson isn’t moving to take your shirt off. Yes, you suggested this, but it was really a ploy to get out of hiking. You’re not normally this adventurous, true to your word that Dawson is supposed to be the adventurous one, but the thought of being in public does send a little thrill up your spine… in addition to the thrill from the litany of kisses that Dawson continues to leave along your exposed neck, shoulders, and chest. 

“Give it to me, Daws,” you whisper, pulling him up to your lips. He uses one hand to push his shorts down just enough that he can draw his cock out and wrap his fist around it. 

He pets his cock through your folds as he strokes himself to full hardness, letting the tip of his dick poke at your clit and stimulate you to the point that you’re dripping for him. The spongy head of his member leaks against you and helps spread your slick. He pitches his hips forward once he’s satisfied that you’re both completely ready.

“Have you been keeping secrets from me?” Dawson teases quietly. “I didn’t realize you love me so much that you would let me take care of you in front of everyone.”

“There’s no one here,” you reply, just as his tip breaches your hole and you let out a sigh. 

“But you would, wouldn’t you?” Dawson says. “If I wanted to fuck you somewhere way more public, you’d let me, yeah?”

He continues to push inside you with little strokes, teasing you as he draws in and out. He’s filling you, but he keeps sliding out with slow pumps. He’s waiting for you to answer, but he’s not stopping his movements. It feels far too good for you to do anything but moan, so Dawson continues to talk. 

“Maybe for another time,” Dawson muses. “For now, how about I make you come and then we can head home and I’ll give you another one?”

“Yeah,” you agree, clutching at Dawson’s muscles.

He hikes your leg over his hip and drills forward, covering you with his own body. His thrusts are short and pointed, hitting your back wall and causing your mouth to drop open in pleasure. He presses his forehead against yours and closes his eyes, focusing on the feeling of your tight walls around him.

You squeeze him as you near your peak, only intensified by the breeze rustling through the trees that reminds you that you’re in public and anyone could walk by. You wrap your arms around him, forearms sticking to his skin. One of your hands grip the waves of his hair tightly, tugging slightly with each thrust. 

“C’mon, babe,” Dawson murmurs. “Come on my cock and I’ll clean you up when we get home.”

He speeds up his thrusts, reaching his hand up your loose shirt to squeeze one of your tits. He pinches your nipple and tugs a bit, leaving you whimpering beneath him.

“I can feel you getting closer,” Dawson continues in a whisper, his voice filling your ear like a physical caress. “I want to feel you fall apart.” He sucks your neck, nipping at your earlobe. 

You arch up into him, his cock shifting inside you to hit your g-spot. You reach down and rub circles over your clit with your middle finger, your head tipping back and getting caught on the bark of the tree. 

“That’s it,” he encourages, sucking at the edge of your jaw. “Atta girl.”

Your moans grow high pitched and Dawson covers your lips with his own to make sure no one can hear you, even though you haven’t heard anyone else walk along the path since before you thought to entice him.

You come over his cock, clenching down on him as your body is riddled with shocks and waves of bliss. 

Dawson slows as you come, watching your expression change with the feelings that overcome you. 

When you recover, he’s back to sliding in and out of you, stimulating his cock just enough to stay hard but not enough to threaten his own orgasm if you want to stop. 

“What are you doing?” You groan, frowning and tugging his hair. “Go, Dawsy.”

“Go?” He questions. “Y’sure?”

“Want you to come too,” you reassure him, locking your leg around his waist and lifting the other to join it. Now, he’s pressing you against the tree to keep you in place and he’s reaching a deeper spot inside of you. You’re wrapped around him like an octopus and you’re grinning at each other.

“Okay, baby,” he agrees, starting to move again.

“Don’t hold back,” you instruct, and he laughs.

“Okay, no holding back,” Dawson says, then shushes you with a little peck. “You asked for it.”

He lunges into action, thrusting forward with a determination that leaves you reeling, especially after you just experienced such a strong orgasm. 

He’s quick and hard. He pushes you against the tree and it hurts a little bit, but not enough to make you ask him to stop. You want him to come, come inside you, give you something to clean up later when you get home and he puts his head between your legs. 

The thought of that draws you away from the bark that’s rubbing against your bare backside, turning the discomfort into intense pleasure as you resume your soft circles over your clit. 

Dawson is grunting in your ear, kissing you, holding you tightly and praising you as much as he can before going breathless. His hips are stuttering, bucking against you in an uncoordinated way that signals his impending orgasm. 

“Fill me up, Dawson,” you goad, scratching over his back with your nails, marking him up. You’ll look down at those marks when he eats you out at home and moan louder, making the same kind of noises that Dawson is making now as he crests over.

“Baby,” he moans as his seed starts to spill inside of you, filling you and warming you. He pumps his hips, letting his orgasm run its course. Little noises and pants leave his mouth, lips brushing against your own. “Yeah,” he murmurs, repeating the word as he comes back to himself and the pleasure dissolves. “Yeah.”

“Yeah,” you agree, rolling your hips a few times, then tapping his shoulder. “Okay. Get out. Time to go home.”

“But I like it so much in here,” Dawson teases, sounding faux-pained just to get on your nerves. He always does this, especially when you guys risk a quickie before you need to be somewhere or meet someone. 

“Mmm, well, maybe you can come back later,” you assure him as he slides out of you and tucks himself away. 

He uses his shirt to wipe between your legs before pulling your shorts up your legs, redressing you and kissing your stomach before coming back up to your lips. “Love you.”

“Love you,” you reply.

He takes your hand and starts to lead you back to the trail, walking down the part of the path you’ve already taken back to the car. “You really didn’t like hiking with me?” He asks. “So much that you’d risk getting a tick– which I’m going to check you for later, by the way– just to convince me to go home?”

“I wanted to work out with my cute boyfriend,” you remind him, swinging your hands between you. “This type of work out is much more fun than walking up a big ol’ hill.”

“I’ll convince you one day,” Dawson teases good-naturedly. “But you know, I won’t complain if you want to do this again.” He flashes you a wink and a big smile, a little skip to his walk that you match all the way to the car.

note: i'm still at work! this is andy from the past! i hope you guys enjoyed this fic and i can't wait to come back and be more active in a couple of weeks <3

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bucky barnes what a man

bucky barnes fic i had no idea what to name it but yeah

bucky barnes x gn ¡ neurodivergent reader

warnings: none! there’s no use of y/n or any gender or racial descriptors of any kind so this can be read by anyone! if i’ve made any mistakes please let me know! but this is safe to read no matter your identity :)

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Bucky was sat on the couch opposite you glaring broodingly into the distance, you stared back at him hoping to catch his attention but didn’t have any luck as he continued to have the thousand yard stare, he was in his head most likely which is not good.

“What’s up sunshine?” You broke the silence, Bucky simply shrugged and then got up and walked away. You couldn’t figure out what was wrong, you wanted to be able to help. Quickly getting up and catching up with him you ask “what’s got your panties in a twist?” To which he says “it’s nothing” you don’t buy it — “are you sure” furrowing your brows, but you know Bucky isn’t one to talk about his feelings unless it’s with his therapist so your hopes aren’t held high that he’ll tell you what’s bothering him.

Placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder you say “If you change your mind and want to talk about it, you know where to find me.” Your words sincere, he nods and responds with a quiet “I know” before wondering off again. After that you go about your day and are sure Bucky goes about his and your paths don’t cross again. As you’re on your way to your room you pass Natasha, “hey, Nat?” Your voice quiet “You okay, sweetheart?” She scans your features, “i’m okay” you reassure her “do you know what’s up with Buck?” Natasha informs you that “he’s in a mood today” and you nod understandingly, “just give him some space and i’m sure he’ll be okay, he’ll come round eventually.” She smiles and strokes your cheek before excusing herself and you continue to your room.

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Lego batman is playing on your tv while you lay on your bed both laughing at the movie but also thinking about Bucky and hoping he’s okay. A faint knock on your door catches your attention as you hear a familiar voice say your name on the other side “Bucky?” You respond and a few moments later he’s opening your door and walking into your room. There’s a look of worry on his face as he speaks “Can I talk to you for a second?” You nod and pat the place next to you on your bed signalling Bucky to sit, which he does.

Bucky takes a deep breath “I just want to apologise for being distant and a moody broody ass,” he looks down at your comforter and he speaks, you reach out and put your hand over his “That’s okay, we all have our days.” He looks up now to see a soft reassuring smile gracing your face “Thanks, I just had a bit of a rough day but i’ll be alright, i’m okay.” He is reassuring you all of a sudden and you just want to hug him, you meet his eyes for a couple of seconds before looking down at where your hand covers his;

“You don't need to lie to me, it's okay to not be okay. You of all people have every right to feel the way you do, with everything you've been through. You're a survivor and a warrior and it's normal to have rough days. There's no need to apologise for feeling down, your feelings are valid” You squeeze his hand. You look up a little to see he’s now smiling softly “thank you. It’s just I had a few flashbacks to my time at HYDRA, it’s kind of hard to shake those feelings that arise when i’m reminded of that time in my life.” He glares at the ground as he gets what has been bugging him off of his chest, “sorry to hear that Buck.” You’re squeezing his hand again “hey do you want to hang out and watch the rest of this movie with me?” He takes a second before nodding as you shuffle along your bed to allow him to lay down, he does so and you automatically nuzzle into him and he wraps his arms around you while leaning his chin on your head.

“You ever seen lego batman?” You ask from your place beside him he announces“I have not.” At this you sit up and gasp “Your life is about to change for the better.” He laughs at your dramatics and motions for you to lay back down “I’m excited now so hurry up and press play!” He teases.

Everytime he hears you laugh at the movie a warmth spreads in his chest and he can’t help but smile and laugh along with you, he can see why you like this movie it’s right up your alley. You absentmindedly start playing with the hem of his shirt, using it to stim, at this Bucky smiles admirably at you “You’re cute when you stim” He practically whispers not wanting to disrupt the movie too much. He feels you move to hide your face in his side and can’t help but smile, he plays with your hair “Nothing to be embarrassed about, doll, it’s cute” He states matter-o-factly placing a kiss on the top of your head. You whisper a thanks and continue to hide as a blush takes over your face “I love you, you know that right?” He’s still playing with you hair until you sit up a little “I love you too, Buck” You smile. Nuzzling back into his side a thought pops into your head “Hey, Buck?” You ask inquisitively “Yeah, dollface?” He responds enthusiastically “would you still love me if I was a worm?” You’re playing with the hem of his shirt again as a light laugh escapes him “Yeah,” he kisses your temple and you smile “why?” He asks “just curious” you shrug. Bucky smiles again “I love you whether you're a worm, or a squirrel, or even if you're an inanimate brick.” At this a grin breaks out on your face as you sit up and respond “as i would with you!” He cups your face “awww thanks, gorgeous,” this time his thumb is stroking your cheek as his hand cups your jaw so you can’t hide the blush that creeps up your neck, Bucky loves making you flustered and only smirks at your reaction. You slap his hand away and lightheartedly say “Shut up” which only earns you a whole hearted laugh from the man next to you as he puts his arm out for you to lay back down.

A little while later you let out a yawn and burrow into Bucky even further, he’s like a human furnace. He moves the hair out of your face with his cool metal hand “you tired, angel?” You can only mumble an “Mhmm” as speaking would be too much energy, “go to sleep then, sweetheart. i’ll be right here when you wake up” Once again a kiss is placed on your forehead as sleep takes over and Bucky watches you for a few moments smiling at your soft features and the little sounds you make as you sleep before he closes his eyes too.

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all the mistakes ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 2866

request?: yes!

“I just started reading your stuff and I'm in love with the Colson stories!

I was wondering if you could do Colson x reader. Reader finds out she's pregnant by Colson and he doesn't think he's ready to be a dad again and abandons reader but then realizes a couple months later that he's truly in love with her and does everything he can to win her back?

If not, it's okay.. thank you ❤️”

description: in which he comes to apologize for all the mistakes he’s made leading up to the birth of their child

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing, child birth (not in detail obviously), lil angsty and sad but it ends happy, rpf (if you don’t like it don’t read)

masterlist (one, two, three)

Colson always said he wanted another kid. Especially once Casie started to go through her pre-teen years and he found himself wishing she was still a baby again. He and (Y/N) had talked about it so many times, and they had both agreed that they wanted to have a baby together.

So why did he run away when she actually got pregnant?

Colson could still remember it all so vividly: the look of happiness on (Y/N)’s face when she showed him the positive pregnancy test, the heavy feeling in his stomach that turned to panic that rose into his throat, the sound of (Y/N)’s voice as he grabbed some of his things and left without another word. He could remember the sound of his phone constantly chiming as (Y/N) tried to text and call him, until finally he had to put her contact on mute. It didn’t take her long to give up trying to contact him, though.

He didn’t know why he did it. He had been asked by so many people - his boys, his mom, Ash, even Casie herself - but he had no answer. When (Y/N) first told him she wanted to have kids with him, he had been so excited. So where did his sudden panic come from when it actually happened? Why was he suddenly so doubtful over his ability to be a father again?

He couldn’t bring himself to go back. He was embarrassed for the way he reacted, and he thought (Y/N) wouldn’t take him back anyways. Not that he blamed her. How could she take back the man who got her pregnant and then ran out on her? Because of his reluctance and fear of rejection, Colson didn’t see (Y/N) for months. And he would’ve kept it that way if it wasn’t for Casie throwing his car keys at him and forcing him out of the house.

“You have to go see her,” Casie said as she slammed the door in her father’s face and locked it.

“You gave me my keys, Cas, I can get back in,” he pointed out.

She held up the house key that usually hung on Colson’s keyring. “I took it off. You’re not getting back in until you go see (Y/N) and apologize for being stupid.”

“She’s not gonna wanna see me.”

“You don’t know that! She’s carrying your child, and I’d doubt she seriously wants that kid to grow up without a dad.”

Colson didn’t want to admit that he thought (Y/N) probably got rid of the baby the second he walked out on her. “Cas, come on, just let me back in.”

But Casie just crossed her arms and glared at him. After a few minutes, Colson sighed and rolled his eyes. There was no use in trying to get back in unless he did exactly what Casie wanted, so he went to his car and drove the familiar route to get to (Y/N)’s place.

At least I can get the rejection over with quickly and get back into my own house, he thought to himself.

Pulling up to her house, Colson started picturing the night he left again. He wanted nothing more than to turn his car around and go back home, but he knew Casie could tell if he was lying to her. His hands were shaking as he shut his car off and put the keys into his pocket. He was almost hoping that (Y/N) wasn’t home. Maybe if she wasn’t, Casie would drop it and let him back into the house without having to actually deal with the situation.

But her car was in the driveway, so she had to be home.

Colson made his way up to the front door and raised his hand to knock. He hesitated, unable to make his hand move. His brain was still screaming at him to turn around and go home, but he had come this far. He couldn’t just back out now. At the very least, maybe he could give (Y/N) some closure so they could both move on from this, since he knew there was no way that she was going to take him back.

He finally moved his hand to knock. It didn’t take long for him to hear the sound of footsteps coming towards the door, and when the door opened it felt like the floodgates within him had opened.

(Y/N) was stood there, her belly big enough to tell him that she was still carrying his child. She had never looked so beautiful to him before.

Her eyes were wide, almost like a deer caught in headlights. He was the last person she expected to see on her doorstep, and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to slam the door in his face or throw herself into his arms and beg for him to never let her go again.

“Hey,” Colson finally said. “Uh...I’m sorry to surprise you like this. I probably should’ve called first or something.”

“You wouldn’t have gotten through. I blocked your number,” she told him.

Ouch, he thought. I deserve that, though.

“What are you doing here?” she asked. “If it’s to finally get the last of your stuff that you left here, I have it in boxes in the spare room. I can bring it all down and send you on your way within five minutes.”

There was a lot he wanted to say in response to that, but instead he found himself saying, “You probably shouldn’t be lifting too much or going up and down the stairs a lot in your condition.”

Her face darkened as she glared at him. “Don’t pretend you give a shit now.”

Colson sighed and shook his head. “You’re right, I’m sorry. Can I come in? I just wanted to talk, to apologize.”

(Y/N) scoffed. “You leave me when I tell you I’m pregnant - with a baby that you wanted, might I add - and you leave for months, with no calls or texts or anything. And now you think you can come back and just...apologize for all of that?”

“I know, I fucked up - ”

“No, you don’t know,” she cut him off. “You really fucked up. You beyond fucked up, actually. You don’t understand how much it hurt me when you just walked out. You didn’t answer any of my calls or texts. I thought you were going to be happy when I told you I was pregnant. We talked about starting our own family for so long, and I thought you’d be overjoyed for this. But you just walked out and didn’t come back. You do not understand how hard that was for me to deal with, how hard it still is to deal with, while also trying to deal with this pregnancy all on my own!”

She was starting to cry. She mentally cursed her pregnancy hormones for making her so much more susceptible to tears lately. She didn’t want him to see her cry, especially not over him.

When he extended his arms to her, though, she gladly took the comforting hug. She sobbed into his chest, trying to take in his familiar smell and warmth without letting him back in too much. He couldn’t just come in and demand a second chance like this, but she also couldn’t lie and say she wasn’t relieved to see him on her doorstep.

Colson guided her into the house, closing the door behind them and bringing (Y/N) to her living room. They both sat down on her couch and (Y/N) wiped the tears from her eyes. She reached for a tissue from a box on one of her side tables and blew her nose as well.

“I had to start leaving tissue boxes in every room,” she sighed. “Stupid fucking hormones. I cry at everything now.”

“At least you’ve managed to prepare yourself for it,” Colson said.

She sighed and wiped at her face again. She felt so puffy and gross, and not just from the crying. The pregnancy had made her feel so many negative emotions. Even now, when she was supposed to be mad at Colson, she found herself self conscious about her round belly and how it made her look to him.

“Why did you leave?” she asked him. “I thought you wanted another baby.”

“I do,” he responded. “I should’ve been so goddamn excited when you told me you were pregnant. I think I would’ve felt that way if I wasn’t such an idiot instead and started feeling doubt about being a father again.”

(Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

“I mean...I panicked when you told me. I found myself thinking about if I was cut out to be a dad again. Like, what if I ended up missing so much of the baby’s life the same way I did with Casie? I wasn’t ready to be a dad when Emma was pregnant with Casie because I was so young, and I found myself back in that mindset when you told me you were pregnant. Just this sudden panic and self doubt.”

“But we talked about this. You said you wanted another baby.”

“I know. I don’t understand it either. It’s just my fucked up brain ruining everything again.”

(Y/N) placed her hand on Colson’s in a comforting gesture. “You’re not fucked up, and you are an amazing dad to Casie. I have no doubts that you’ll be even better with this baby, especially now since you’re older and have experience.”

Colson shook his head and let out a humorless laugh. “I can’t believe I was so stupid to let myself get worked up like that, though. I should’ve been so excited. We should’ve had a big ass fucking party to celebrate, and then you should’ve been moving into my house so we could start this family together. I shouldn’t have run out the door and left you like that.”

“Why didn’t you ever call or text me before now?”

“I felt embarrassed and stupid for my reaction. For the longest time, I just felt like I couldn’t face what I did, or face you. And then the more that time went on, the more I felt like coming back was a mistake. I figured you would kick me to the curb and tell me to never speak to you again. I thought...I thought that...if you even still had our baby, that you’d never let me see them anyways.”

(Y/N) found herself running her fingers along the back of his hand. What he was saying all made sense, and she felt like she believed him. She didn’t think he was malicious in leaving her. He didn’t do it because he was an asshole, he did it because he panicked suddenly and made a bonehead move, then his embarrassment got the better of him and made him overthink the situation even further. It didn’t completely heal the wound that his leaving had left inside of her, but it was enough to make her think she could possibly forgive him.

“If you had shown interest, I would’ve let you see her,” she said. “I would never keep you from your daughter if you wanted to be in her life.”

Tears were forming in Colson’s eyes as he looked up at (Y/N). “It’s a girl? You know that for sure?”

(Y/N) could feel herself welling up again, too. She nodded and got up to get the ultrasound she kept on the fridge. She passed it to Colson and sat down next to him.

“That’s her,” she said. “She was once the size of a peanut when I got my first sonogram, and now she’s a fully formed baby.”

“I can’t believe I’m gonna have another daughter,” Colson breathed.

“In a good way or a bad way?”

“Definitely a good way. I would’ve loved to have a son, but if there’s anything that being Casie’s dad has taught me, it’s that I love being a girl dad.” He placed the ultrasound on the coffee table and turned to face (Y/N). “I love you, too. More than anything, (Y/N). I was such a fucking idiot to ruin us the way I did, but I never stopped loving you in that time we had apart. I wanted nothing more than to call you or to show up on your doorstep like I did today, but I was terrified of what your reaction would be if I did.”

“I love you, too,” (Y/N) replied. It was the truth. She hadn’t stopped loving Colson, no matter how angry or upset he had made her. She loved him so much, and she felt like carrying his child had made her love him even more. “But you hurt me a lot. I meant what I said, you can’t just come in and say you’re sorry and suddenly everything goes back to normal.”

“I know, and I’ll do anything to win back your trust. Whatever you want, (Y/N), I’ll do it.”

“Right now, I want you to be here for the rest of my pregnancy, and I want you to be there when your daughter is born. We can take things from there.”

Colson nodded. “Will you come stay with me and Casie at least? I intended on asking you to move in with me anyways, and I know that’s a big ask right now, but I want you to be there and to start making it your home, because eventually it will be. Your home, and hers.” He put his hand on her bump, thinking about how his baby girl was growing in there.

(Y/N)’s eyes lit up as she nodded. “Give me a few minutes to pack a few things, and then we can head over. I want to see Casie anyways. I’ve missed her so much.”

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A few months later, Colson and (Y/N) were on the way to the hospital in the middle of the night. (Y/N) had woken up to pee and ended up having her water break. She woke Colson with her surprised shriek and he got everything together for the two of them to go to the hospital. Casie was at Emma’s, so Colson texted Emma to let her know that the baby was coming and to let Casie know that she would be a big sister by the time she woke up.

The labor pains weren’t as bad as (Y/N) expected, but they were still certainly the worst pain she had ever felt. Colson stayed by her side through the entire process, just like he promised. He let (Y/N) use his hand as a stress ball, crushing it with every contraction pain she felt. He stayed in the room after the doctor’s announced it was time to push and, even though he did feel a little lightheaded during the birthing process, he stayed to hear his baby girl cry for the first time.

The doctors let him cut the umbilical cord before they washed the baby girl and wrapped her in a soft, pastel pink blanket. The doctor passed Colson the baby and Colson sat next to (Y/N) so she could see her, too.

“She’s so beautiful,” (Y/N) breathed. “Besides the fact that she looks like a little prune.”

Colson chuckled. “Yeah, she definitely needs a day or two to look less wrinkly, but she’s gorgeous. You really did it, baby.”

(Y/N) mustered enough strength to reach out and lightly graze the baby’s cheek with her finger. “She was definitely worth all that pain and the exhaustion. Although, to be honest, I don’t think I can fight the sleep much longer.”

Colson leaned over to kiss her cheek. “Get some rest. When you’re feeling up to it, we’ll get Casie to come see her baby sister.”

(Y/N)’s eyes started to close, but Colson could see that she was trying to fight her fatigue. “We haven’t named her yet.”

“We can do that when you wake up. We have so much time to get everything figured out. You already did all of the hard stuff, let me help out with this side of things.”

She smiled, sheepishly, and forced her eyes open for another moment to look at Colson. “I love you.”

He smiled back at her. “I love you, too. More than you could ever know. Now, get some rest. We’ll both be here when you wake up.”

(Y/N) nodded and finally closed her eyes. It didn’t take her long to drift off to sleep. Colson stood so he could put the baby in the bed that the nurses had brought in to put next to (Y/N)’s bed. She had already stopped crying and had also been lulled to sleep in Colson’s arms. When he had her laid down, he stepped back to look at his two girls. He smiled and couldn’t help the tears that started to well up in his eyes. He couldn’t be any happier than he was in that moment.

[alaskasmonsters]

𝖕𝖚𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖕𝖎𝖌𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖑𝖘 (michael kaiser)

pairing: michael kaiser x gn!reader

contents: playful insults, teasing, mistaking attraction for hatred, foreign language (french), enemies to lovers (hinted)

w/c: 1.842

summary: when you accompany your friend noel to blue lock you did not consider that kaiser, aka the bastard’s most infamous asshole, would be there, too. luckily your favourite pastime activity was throwing french insults into his face that no one but noel could understand.

a/n: this is based on a request i got :) this isn’t really love-hate and more another ‘attraction mistaken for hatred’ buuut if you’re all nice i’ll make a second part about when they move into the love-hate stage :) also can i just note how eVIL it is to ask a german person to write about the fRENCH. we are natural enemies yall 😔😔 we meet behind a denny’s to fistfight (and kiss) whaat who said that?!?! anyways i did love this prompt despite not being able to speak french. i was able to ask my friend to give me some phrases, their credentials are *checks papers* mediocre school french 👍🏻👍🏻 so let’s just hope my friend can be trusted, if not hope kaiser being hot makes up for it! (also french people <3 if you wanna correct my french pls do 🙏🙏)

You grumbled to yourself, regarding Kaiser with a glare. Not one he could notice since he was currently standing with his back turned towards you, conversing with Ness.

“Blaireau,” you muttered under your breath, eyes narrowing at the boy.

Noel, who was sitting next to you, let out a sigh but didn’t even raise his gaze from his clipboard to regard you with one of his typical deadpan looks.

You guessed it wasn’t necessary, he knew you well enough to know you were sitting there with a frown edged into your features and your arms crossed in front of your chest.

“So you’ve started doing it even when he’s not close enough to hear you,” he asked you.

“Pardon me?”

“Muttering insults in french. I thought you were doing it to infuriate him but I am sure you know he cannot hear you from this distance.” To emphasise his statement he lifted his hand to point towards Kaiser, who was standing several feet away fem the two of you, before returning the pen he was holding to the paper, scribbling down another number.

You wondered how Noel made sense of it all. Keeping track of the stats of all the new team additions and transferring these numbers into percentages. What those percentages exactly meant you were unsure about. All you knew was that your friend spent a lot of time on them.

You sighed, trying your best not to glare at Kaiser again as you turned to look towards him. You failed.

“Infuriating him is only an added benefit. I do enjoy just insulting him for the sake of it.”

“I see.” Although Noel sounded unimpressed you could tell he would lose his patience with this little thing you and Kaiser had going on, sooner or later.

Especially if it would end up distracting the boy from soccer, not that you thought that was ever possible. Kaiser would rather ignore you for the rest of his life than endanger his soccer career.

You turned towards Noel again and let out a dramatic sigh. Time to make this predicament you were in known to him once more.

“Noel, i need you to look me in the eyes and tell me Kaiser isn’t one of the most annoying assholes you’ve ever met.” You challenged him, lowering your voice as to not catch the attention of any of the boys standing nearby.

The corner of Noel’s lips twitched up at your frustrated tone. Almost like he didn’t take you seriously. You frowned. Rude. This matter was dead serious.

“He doesn’t know how to behave. I trust you to be the mature one. Unless you want me to get you thrown out of this building. You’re only here because i consider you a dear friend, don’t forget that.”

You gasped, offended at the insinuation he’d be willing to throw you out, his best friend, in favour of keeping Kaiser’s ego intact. It was true that you were only allowed to accompany him to ‘Blue Lock’ because he had requested your presence, seeing as you were his best friend. You needed to emphasise that because ‘dear friend’? Yeah right. He wouldn’t know what to do without you. He’d certainly lose his mind.

“You wouldn't. You need me. My presence is precious to you,” you insisted, digging your finger into his arm, not unkindly. “But okay, I promise to behave since Kaiser is clearly not able to.”

You thought offering this was extremely kind of you since it was Kaiser who needed to learn some manners, not you. You were extremely well behaved.

“Aww you’re quite obsessed with me, aren’t you, darling?”

Your blood turned cold. When you turned your head back forward you were met with the sight of none other than Michael Kaiser standing only three feet in front of you, a shit eating grin on his face.

“Casse-toi, Kaiser.” You cursed before you were able to stop yourself.

Kaiser’s grin grew. Noel let out a sigh next to you.

“You promised,” He reminded you and looked up from the clipboard to regard you with a pointed look. “Please, Y/n.”

“It’s not my fault. He’s started it!” You gasped, pointing at Kaiser childishly.

He laughed, waving his hand.

“I just came to say hello after hearing my name come out of your mouth so often. I was afraid you’d wither away without my attention.” His voice was dripping with sarcasm, his innocent smile fooling no one.

Your jaw ticked and before you knew it you had risen to your feet and stomped forward to close the remaining distance between you two to start cursing him out in french.

To your growing anger Kaiser took it in stride, cocking his head at you and listening with interest as you threw insult after insult at his head before Noel apparently had enough of you. He grabbed your wrist and yanked you back telling you to sit back down and ignore Kaiser. He sounded exhausted.

Easier said than done. Kaiser’s whole nature demanded attention. It was impossible to ignore him. But you had promised Noa you’d behave, so you guessed you should at least try.

“T’es chiant!” you snapped at Kaiser, seeing this as the end of your fight, before you let Noel pull you down into the seat.

Noel gave you another pointed look before his gaze shifted back to Kaiser who was watching your interaction with amusement though there was a dark edge to his gaze that wasn’t there before.

“You’re not done with your training, yet, are you?” Noel asked Kaiser

The boy grinned and gave a halfhearted shrug.

“I’m taking a break.”

“Take it somewhere else,” you bit out, feeling Noel’s disapproving glare burn into the side of your face.

You were trying!

“I prefer your lovely company over the one of the common folk,” Kaiser replied easily, waving his hand in the general direction of where you saw the boys of the ‘Blue Lock’ project talk.

Kaiser didn’t like them much, especially Isagi, who has already declared war on him in a very dramatic way that had you questioned the boy’s mental health. Like really, was the boy okay? Talking about devouring people and ruining their life and all.

At least Isagi managed to infuriate Kaiser in a way that no one else was able to. Of course, this meant that you did like Isagi if only because he actually managed to get under the boy’s skin. Unlike you. Kaiser never seemed impressed when you threw french insults into his face, no, it was the complete opposite. He seemed to love it. He seemed to bash in your attention. This only made you angrier.

Entitled jerk.

Maybe you’d just have to take your ‘lovely company’ to Isagi and his friends the next time you saw Kaiser coming your way. That would keep him away.

“They’re not common folk and you’re not an emperor, Kaiser, at best you’re the roi des cons,” you fired back, regarding him with an unamused look.

Nowl let out another sigh, though you thought it was quite a clever word of play. He just didn’t know how to appreciate it or you for the matter.

Kaiser hummed, taking a few steps forward and lowering his head. His gaze was intense as he fixed yours behind the curtains of his hair that fell into his face. Your heart beat wildly in your chest at the sudden air of seriousness surrounding him.

“Is that a new petname, my love? How precious.” His voice was low and smooth and it took you a second to process his words.

When you did you felt your cheeks explode in heat and you had half a mind to jump up and wrestle Kaiser to the ground if it wasn’t for Noel’s hand grabbing the back of your jacket and pulling you down again.

“Stop provoking them and go back to your training, Kaiser.”

Kaiser just snickered, eyes twinkling with mirth as he took in your red face and the snarl on your lips.

“Don’t miss me too much, i’ll be back in a bit,” he mocked with a grin that reached his eyes but still didn’t look genuine.

He turned around to walk away.

“Va te faire enculer!” You called after him but he just laughed and waved his hand at you without turning back.

You huffed and sunk back in your seat, arms crossed in front of your chest as you pouted. You fucking hated that guy.

Noa watched you quietly for a moment before he shook his head and moved to stand up, pushing his clipboard into your hands for you to hold.

“Your taste in men is horrible,” he told you as nonchalantly as one would discuss the weather before shrugging out of his tracksuit jacket and throwing it on the chair he’s been sitting in.

You shot up, shrieking. “Excuse me?”

A few boys close-by turned to stare at you and you ducked your head in embarrassment at your out-lash but you couldn’t believe the words that had just left your friend’s mouth.

“Kaiser is bad news. You can do better than him.”

You gasped at him, cheeks burning from embarrassment. Where did that just come from? Was he seriously insinuating that you? And Kaiser?

“I’m not- You’re- I-” You stuttered, your heart racing in your chest.

This was- You couldn’t believe this!

Noel rolled his eyes and gently pried the clipboard out of your eyes, levelling you with a calm look.

“If you want to deny it, go ahead. But either way stop pulling Kaiser’s metaphorical pigtails already, it’s exhausting.”

He gave you a gentle clap on the shoulder and a small smile, before walking off towards the direction of the ‘Blue Lock’ boys. You stared after him, your face hot and your mouth agape.

You weren’t-

You and Kaiser? That was ridiculous. Absolutely impossible. You would never, not in a billion years, be attracted to him. He was such an asshole. A complete jerk. Completely infuriating. Why would Noel even think that?

You huffed again, shoulders bunching up as you tried to take a deep breath to calm yourself.

Noel had no idea what he was talking about. What did he even know about romance? Nothing. That’s right!

You lifted your gaze and- You froze when your eyes locked with Kaiser’s. He was standing on the other end of the field, football secured under his arm. He was watching you intensely. From this far away it was hard to make out the look in his eyes but you felt a shiver rake down your spine and the itch on your tongue.

You gave him the middle finger, biting your tongue to not throw another insult his way as you would have had to shout it over the whole field. When the boy did nothing but laugh and blow you a kiss, you quickly turned away. The heat in your cheeks never fading.

Noel was wrong. You did not have a crush on Kaiser. You did not.

Not even a little.

translations:

Blaireau — Asshole

Casse-toi — Fuck off

T’es chiant — You’re annoying

Roi des cons — Complete idiot/King of idiots

Va te faire enculer — Go fuck yourself

[hanluex]

♡ YOUR BIG BABY — JAKE ‘HANGMAN’ SERESIN

bf!hangman x gn!reader | wc : 0.5k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, established relationship, comfort (?), fluff, mentions of food, mentions of pet-names

“will you grab the chips, and i’ll grab the dip?”

you suggested, dragging the shopping cart from the front as your boyfriend kept trying to hang onto it from the back.

“mhm, yeah, okay.”

you stopped the cart, your brows furrowing as you looked at your boyfriend. “hangboy, are you even listening to me?!” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

“sorry, sorry.” he sheepishly smiled, fixing his posture as he stood properly. “can i go to the bathroom first, though?”

you nodded. “i’ll be in the dip aisle. meet me there after you are done, yeah?” you checked, getting a nod from the brunet.

as your boyfriend left for the bathrooms, you walked around the store, gathering whatever you needed for the movie night you two were hosting.

“all that’s left is the dip,” you muttered to yourself before remembering another item. “ah, shoot. we don’t have any detergent left either.”

not thinking much of your actions, you pushed your cart towards the household items section, trying to find the brand of detergent you usually use.

and just like that, you went on an entire tour around the supermarket, buying things you didn’t think you’d need, but threw them in the cart just in case.

it wasn’t until ten minutes later that you realized you were missing your annoying interrupter.

jake seresin was nowhere to be seen, and it was clear as you looked at the shopping cart in front of you.

without him to stop your impulsive purchases, your cart was practically filled to the brim.

as you were going on your phone, about to call your boyfriend, the supermarket’s public announcement system caught your attention.

“this is an announcement for miss y/n. please collect your child at counter 5. miss y/n, your child is at counter 5.”

you paused in your tracks, wondering if there was a slight possibility that there was someone with your exact name who lost their child — because, as far as you knew, you didn’t have any kids.

unless … of course, that’d make enough sense.

you made your way towards the aforementioned counter, and just as you suspected, the brunet sat on the stool, swinging his legs as he waited for your arrival.

“jacob!” you whined, seeing the workers giggle amongst themselves as they saw the way his face lit up as soon as he saw you. “my child?! really?!”

“you abandoned me!” jake pouted, grumpily crossing his arms over his chest as he glared at you. “you said you’d be at the dip aisle, but you weren’t.”

“i’m sorry about that. i got sidetracked.”

jake scoffed, gesturing towards the shopping cart. “yeah, clearly.” he sighed, scanning the items inside. “why do you need a chew toy? we don’t even have a dog.” he couldn’t help but laugh, amused by the items you had impulsively bought.

“it looks fun, okay?!”

“a chew toy, really? babe, i–”

“shush, you can’t say anything when you literally made a public announcement instead of searching for me!” you defended yourself, unable to hide your smile when your boyfriend pouted again. “you are just a big baby.”

“okay, yeah, i agree, but i am your big baby.”

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[youreallyshouldtalkmore]

Optimal Systems

A.N: It’s official! After finishing Sumeru Archon quest, Dottore is my favorite Fatui Harbringer!! I’m still waiting to meet the Banker! I want to see him so badly in the game!! Since the trailer last year, both Dottore and the Banker I consider my “evil” husbandos. 

Dottore x Reader 

Genshin Impact MasterList  

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Sometimes you swore that Dottore knew your body better than you did. 

“You are coming down with something, aren’t you?” 

You were currently leaning back as Dottore peered down into your face, precariously close that the tip of his beak on his mask almost could touch your nose. 

You blinked and sniffed, “I’m fine. 

“Hmmm….” 

Although you couldn’t see it, you sensed Dottore’s eyes roving over your body. 

And three days later, the Doctor proved to be correct, as you had come down with a huge coughing fit. You didn’t have a temperature, you know you checked, so that was a mercy. You were just coughing like a volcano erupting. 

After another coughing fit had subsided, you managed to hear the voice at the entrance to your bedroom, “Oh, my. I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”

You glared at Dottore. It didn’t matter which one said it, as two of them were leaning in the doorway. 

“I could hear you all the way from my lab.” One spoke. 

“Sounds quite horrible, my pet.” The other spoke, walking over and gracefully sitting down on the edge of your bed. He reached up and tugged a glove off to place his hand on the back of your forehead. 

“No temperature. I checked.” You breathed out. 

Everyone and their mother, in the Fatui, swore that you were Dottore’s favorite experiment. 

And yet, you had never seen the inside of his lab. 

And yet still, Dottore had kept you around for quite awhile now. 

Case in point, you knew Dottore rarely took off his gloves. Unless, it was to replace the gloves he was wearing when he came from his lab with…questionable substances on it. But you noticed that he frequently took off his gloves when he wanted to touch you. 

He had spent an absorbent amount of time, running his bare hands across your body, hidden eyes ever observant. He claimed to want to intimately understand the workings of your body. You didn’t quite understand why he found you of all people this fascinating. He would check you from head to toe, inside and out. He even claimed to understand where all your organs lay and how precious they were.  At first, you were embarrassed making him amused but since then, the embarrassment had somewhat subsided as you became use to his touch. 

But part of you wondered, if he was this fascinated, why you never ended up on his operating table. 

Don’t mistake you! 

You didn’t want to be on his operating table, but the Dottore’s object of fascinations usually ended up there. 

But not you. 

You got so used to Dottore, that you could tell apart some of his other segments. 

Dottore removed his hand from your forehead, as you sat up in bed, “So you don’t have a fever. That’s good, my pet.” 

This Dottore was his more…. “Emotional” one. Of all the segments, this one was one that conducted experiments and observed through more emotional means. He had a whole log of how he felt about his experiments. Most of the other segments dismissed him as overly emotional, that his findings were not worth much in the grand scheme of things. You had witnessed a number of arguments he had with this other selves, including his original self. 

For you personally, that translated to this one being a bit more able to emote his care towards you. 

Wait, was it care? 

Well, you suppose as much as someone like Dottore was able to display. 

“Just leave her where she’s at! If she gets better, whatever. And if not, well, we could save some of her organs for further use.” The other at the door spoke, smirking towards the end. 

You just rolled your eyes, “Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be out finding another torture subject?” 

“Why would I do that, when I can torture you?” 

Of all the Dottore’s you met, this one was the one that hated you the most. You weren’t quite sure what segment he represented, but you were torn between placing him as the extremely logical side with no emotion or a downright diabolical one.  This segment was usually in the forefront of lab sessions. So why wasn’t he there now? Why bother even peering into your bedroom to begin with? With you, he never had a kind word or gesture to say. 

Well, as kind as Dottore could be. 

He was quite combative, that you tried to make sure to stay out of his way. If there was a way to end up on the cold metal table, you were sure it would be through him. He always threatened to drag you to his lab to dissect you or dismissed you as an insect not worthy of observing. He was the one that never, NEVER touched you. He’d only look down at you before spinning on his heel and leaving. 

Which is exactly what he did after he tsked at you, “Useless…” 

“Don’t pay attention to that one. He doesn’t understand the value of studying you.” The “emotional” perspective Dottore spoke, not taking his eyes off of you. 

You blinked up at him, “Value?” 

This was the first time you were hearing this. 

There was value in studying you? Whatever for? 

Dottore only laughed, “Ahh, is this look what is called…..hm…..ah yes….cute.” 

You sputtered, which lead you to another coughing fit. 

“Oh my….” he murmured. 

“So, it finally arrived.” 

After your coughing fit, you looked up to see Dottore walking in. He came over and loomed over you. He stood so long, you began to fidget. Then he lifted a box and began to open it, without another word. 

“What…what’s that?” you asked. 

The standing Dottore, only turned the box he sat on the dresser by your bed, so you could read it, without even looking at you, “What’s it look like?” 

So this was the original Dottore, you realized as you peered at the box. The surprise of it had you choking yourself into another coughing fit. 

“I don’t think it warrants this response, my pet.” 

“Calm down, my pet.” The “emotional” segment added, reaching out to rub at your chest. 

“Is that cough syrup?” you asked when you could talk. 

The original Dottore didn’t answer but the more “emotional” segment only nodded, “Obviously, if you have a cough, you could take some cough syrup. Isn’t that just common sense?” 

“Something she seems to be lacking, as I see no cough syrup anywhere on this dresser.” Dottore spoke. 

“I was working on it.” you snapped. 

“Obviously not hard enough. Now be a good girl and open your mouth.” 

You couldn’t help but to eye both of them suspiciously, “Is that all it is?” 

Both Dottores look at each other before exchanging a twin grin, sending a shiver down your spine, “You want it to be something else? You want to be my lab rat, that badly? Are you jealous?” 

Both Dottores took turns speaking back and forth. 

“N-n-no! That’s not it! I’m just surprised that you would give me regular medicine, like….like a doctor.” 

You could feel twin annoyance at this as they both spoke, “I am a doctor.” 

You waved it away, “No, I mean! Taking care of a patient isn’t really your style. You tend to make…patients….” 

“In order to make patients, as you want to say ever so delicately, we have to first understand how to cure them.” The “emotional” segment spoke. 

“Knowing the rules is the first step to bending them. Once I know the rules, then I know what boundaries to push to reach the best outcome of experimentation.”  You were surprised that the original Dottore was explaining this as he tipped the medicine in your mouth, “So naturally, I know how to cure quite a bit.” 

You swallowed the syrup.

But then Dottore smirked from above you as he leaned down and tilted your chin, “For example, I could take this cough syrup and lace it with something to make it overly potent, killing the subject easily.” 

You swallowed reflectively at this, making Dottore’s hand slid down to lightly grip your neck, “Or, I could strip away the contents of the cough syrup and make it less effective. Does that worry, you, my pet?” 

Although you couldn’t see it, you could feel twin eyes boring into you with equal interest. Even after all this time, Dottore could give you a scare. But you managed to live in relative peace this long. You weren’t entirely sure what Dottore would gain from finishing you off in this moment. 

“Are you scared, my pet?” The “emotional” asked, his hand dropping from your heart to grip your hand, “Don’t hold back! Tell us, what you are feeling.” 

“I’m fine.” You were glad your voice was stable even as you looked into the original Dottore’s gaze. 

The “emotional” one giggled, “Liar. You are trying to convince yourself that you have no cause for worry and yet part of your knows there is an outcome where we can do exactly what we say. The question we need to ask ourselves is, of three outcomes, which possibility are we dealing with today?” 

The orignial one spoke, “Perhaps in a few days, as she takes this medicine on a regular schedule, she’ll come to some to a kind of certainty.” 

Your nosed flared, “You like to play too much, Dottore.” You snatched your chin away from his hand and batted the others hand away from yours, “I’m certain it is as you say and it’s regular cough syrup.” 

The original Dottore only smirked, “What percentage of certainty would you say, you are, my pet?” 

You lifted your chin, “98%.” 

“So 2% chance of this experiment ending in tragedy then. Out of the three outcomes you have a ⅓ chance of getting out of this unscathed and yet still you say you have 98% certainty. How interesting…”  

“Well, if I dropped dead, you wouldn’t be able to continue this experiment anymore.” You gestured towards yourself. 

You knew you were playing with fire. No matter how much Dottore seemed to have an interest in you, you knew that could be snuff out at any time. But with as much work as he had invested in you, you wondered if he would be happy to see it go to waste.

What would be considered a waste, in his his? 

If fact, what was even the basis of theory for the Dottore’s experiment with you? 

Ahhh, you were too much under the weather to dive into the minds of lunatics. 

You said as much, “Based on my observations, I’m assuming I’m a pretty lucrative experiment. Are you sure you’ve gotten all your monies worth? Nothing else to learn and observe? Are you certain that in the time to come, there weren’t be anything else worth learning about?” 

You looked between the two steadily before a coughing fit took hold of you. Dottore’s exchanged glances before looking back at you. 

“Well said, my pet.” the original Dottore dared to clap. 

The “emotional” one stood, and you could feel him vibrating, “Such words! Such passion!! I must make note of this. I shall be back later!”

He darted out the door. 

Dottore shook his head, “He’s such a child.” 

“You do remember you are talking about yourself, right?” you snarked.

Dottore reached down and tilted your chin, “Don’t get sassy with me, otherwise you really will make me consider….alternate measures to your sickness.” 

You only lifted the side of your nose in a pout. 

“Good girl. Now lay here quietly. One of us will come back to make sure you take your medicine on time. Comply and get yourself back to optimal status.” 

You blinked as Dottore chuckled, pulling his hand away. He began to head for the door. Stopping, he turned and looked over his shoulder at you, “Once you are back at optimal, we will have to….check all your systems. Just to make sure they are in fact, optimal.”

Your sputter led you into a coughing fit as Dottore laughed and left. 

Crazy Doctor… 

[asexual-abomination]

How platonic yandere Overwatch characters react to you having a significant other Pt. 2

Hey sorry for the long wait, I tried to write Yan!Brother Hanzo and just couldn’t do it. I felt like I couldn’t move on without it, so this whole thing sat unworked on for ages. I realise I need to just get something out there, so I hope you enjoy what I did manage to put together :).

YanMother!Widowmaker

Is this... disrespect?

She is, reasonably, pretty damn worried about you being outside

To keep up a facade of being the emotionless sniper Talon trained her to be, she has to keep her precious child under lock and key, lest they find you and use you against her

But her paranoia goes deeper than most

Absolutely ANY move that gives you any kind of presence in the outside world is unacceptable

Even just regular friends are off the table, you think you're getting away with a significant other?

Not under the spider's eyes

She takes it as disrespect to her abilities that you think you can sneak around behind her back, and disrespect to her authority as your mother that you would so stupidly disobey her rules

She's the kind to just... wait

If you've snuck out of the house, she'll linger around corners, giving you a death glare before disappearing the second you notice her

If you chase her, you'll find that she seems to disappear into thin air

Both you and your significant other will be convinced that you're going crazy, and eventually you'll hurry home thinking you might still not be caught

She'll be perched in her armchair, legs elegantly crossed, eyes focused on you with a frown

Depending on the time of day, she'll have a glass of red wine to swill around menacingly, both to alleviate her stress and assert her control

Before she even says anything, you feel the urge to hand over your phone to avoid her wrath

Quick and sharp, she tells you to go to your room, and you can't help but rush to it

There's the horrible click of your door being locked shut from the outside, as she sighs and tells you this is all your fault

Clearly giving you the run of the house was too much freedom for your little brain, she won't make that mistake again

She won't say anything else, and stalks off for a drink

You don't need to know that she killed your date the second you separated from them

Later that night, she'll return to you, coming into your room with your favourite food and a sad look

As much as Amelie can't stand the idea of you disobeying, she can't stand you being upset with her even more

"I'm so sorry, dear, but you must understand why I do what I do. Here, you're still grounded, but I just can't let you sit in here all sad. Just remember, mother knows best."

YanMum!Junkerqueen

Ohh, ohohoho! OHOHOHO

You wanna date THE child of THE Junkerqueen?

You've certainly got guts!

She's the kind to slap your date on the back and pretend it's friendly, but fully intends on sending them to the floor

You're her BABY! Her Heir!

If anyone wants to do anything with you, they have to get through her

Another who can't stand the idea of you being upset with her, but unlike Amelie, she doesn't even have the spine to keep you under lock and key

She will always crumble to puppy eyes

Almost

But don't go thinking you're free to do whatever you please

Instead, she'll crack down on anyone she considers a threat

Junkertown is a lawless place... unless you're the queen herself

She can make up any crime she wants, and just send her loyal followers after them

In this way, she gets to be the hero who saved you from a horrible criminal who might have hurt you, but also completely absolved of any personal guilt in the situation

And she gets to comfort you about the loss! Win-Win!

Whatever you want on a silver platter, kid! Just forget ALL about any ideas of dating anyone at all!

(She takes any excuse to spoil to you, and what's better than some mother-child bonding time after a breakup?)

And if you see your old date, running around in the depths of Junkertown, doing odd and dangerous tasks with a scared look in their eye, then just ignore it sweety! They're doing... community service, y'know?

"Hey, whaddya think you're doing with MY kid? Ohh, you're daaating, huh? Well, you're gonna have to get through me!"

YanSis!Junkerqueen

Sure, but don't you dare leave Junkertown!

As a sister, she's more protective than possesive

So long as you stay within the walls of Junkertown, where she knows everything that goes on at all times, you can do whatever you want

She pays attention to everything that happens to you, but doesn't interfere as much as her motherly version would

It's all in the service of keeping you safe and happy, just as she always wanted

A significant other who makes you happy is just fine in her book

When you're happy, (and she can see it) she's happy

But the MOMENT your partner slips up in any way, she explodes

If they in any way imply that you might leave Junkertown, or just in general try to hide from her all-encompassing watch

She will pursue a traitor to the full extent of law

What's that line from that one weird old book she once read for you?

Off with their heads!

You can go and do whatever want with the protection of your Queen, but the mere implication of you actually LEAVING?

Unacceptable

But you won't suffer any consequences, that would go against everything she stands for

Instead, your partner faces the full brunt of her anger

She'll unintentionally guilt trip you about it as she tries to explain her side of it

"What don't you get? It's dangerous out there! And if they're gonna try and take you outside, where I can't protect you, then I'm gonna fucking kill 'em!"

YanFather!Hanzo

It's not even a question of whether or not he'll accept it, it's a question of how far your new partner can run until they get an arrow in the back of their skull

There's no veil of tolerance or kindness, he will literally shoot them right in front of you when he realises what's going on

Unlike many of the others, he doesn't really care about you being happy at the end of it all

He thinks you should understand his reasoning without any explanation

Why can't you see that no one is worthy of you?

He'll kill your significant other in front of you and then send you to your room for complaining

You won’t get sympathy from him

When you break his rules, there are punishments and consequences

This is the natural order of things in his mind

How you could even get a significant other under his strict containment is beyond me tbh but it’s really never worth it

The second he finds out, they’re dead

It’s not even a matter of jealousy or protectiveness on his end

He’s a busy man, you probably don’t spend much time by his side anyway

It’s simply a matter of you obeying the rules

He was raised under incredibly harsh rules as the scion of the clan; he thinks he’s being very lenient with you

Death is no matter to him - and he’s willing for you to hate him

There’s no winning this for you or your poor partner

“Haven’t I already told you? There are consequences for your actions. Tch. If you don’t want to look at the body, you can go and mope in your room, ungrateful brat.”

—//—

Hope you enjoyed!

[alohajun]

♡ YOUR BIG BABY — CHOI SAN

bf!san x gn!reader | wc : 0.5k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, established relationship, comfort (?), fluff, mentions of food, mentions of petnames | loki's lines : this is the one (of a couple) entries for the exchange event by @kflixnet. this one’s for @hwaightme ToT bai i really hope you like this <3 hope you have a great day! take care and stay safe :)

“will you grab the chips, and i’ll grab the dip?”

you suggested, dragging the shopping cart from the front as your boyfriend kept trying to hang onto it from the back.

“mhm, yeah, okay.”

you stopped the cart, brows furrowing as you looked at your boyfriend. “choi san, are you even listening to me?!” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

“sorry, sorry.” he sheepishly smiled, fixing his posture as he stood properly. “can i go to the bathroom first, though?”

you nodded. “i’ll be in the dip aisle. meet me there after you are done, yeah?” you checked, getting a nod from the brunet.

as your boyfriend left for the bathrooms, you walked around the store, gathering whatever you needed for the movie night you two were hosting.

“all that’s left is the dip,” you muttered to yourself before remembering another item. “ah, shoot. we don’t have any detergent left either.”

not thinking much of your actions, you pushed your cart towards the household items section, trying to find the brand of detergent you usually use.

and just like that, you went on an entire tour around the supermarket, buying things you didn’t think you’d need, but threw them in the cart just in case.

it wasn’t until ten minutes later that you realized you were missing the epitome of golden retriever energy. choi san was nowhere to be seen, and it was clear as you looked at the shopping cart in front of you.

without him to stop your impulsive purchases, your cart was practically filled to the brim.

as you were going on your phone, about to call your boyfriend, the supermarket’s public announcement system caught your attention.

“this is an announcement for miss y/n. please collect your child at counter 5. miss y/n, your child is at counter 5.”

you paused in your tracks, wondering if there was a slight possibility that there was someone with your exact name who lost their child — because, as far as you knew, you didn’t have any kids.

unless … of course, that’d make enough sense.

you made your way towards the aforementioned counter, and just as you suspected, choi san sat on the stool, swinging his legs as he waited for your arrival.

“san-ah!” you whined, seeing the workers giggle amongst themselves as they saw the way his face lit up as soon as he saw you. “my child?! really?!”

“you abandoned me!” san pouted, grumpily crossing his arms over his chest as he glared at you. “you said you’d be at the dip aisle, but you weren’t.”

“i’m sorry about that. i got sidetracked.”

san scoffed, gesturing towards the shopping cart. “yeah, clearly.” he sighed, scanning the items inside. “why do you need a chew toy? we don’t even have a dog.” he couldn’t help but laugh, amused by the items you had impulsively bought.

“it looks fun, okay?!”

“a chew toy, really? my love, i–”

“shush, you can’t say anything when you literally made a public announcement instead of searching for me!” you defended yourself, unable to hide your smile when your boyfriend pouted again. “you are just a big baby.”

“okay, yeah, i agree, but i am your big baby.”

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[kinky-candyland]

Have another MHA thirst for your feed.🥰

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

tw//: incest (sister x sister) (I don't condone it, the only reason I'm ok writing it is because it's fiction)

warnings:// aged up characters (I'm horny, not a monster, both are in their 20's), smut, 🔞, wlw, threesome (one guy two girls), dubcon, blackmail, OOC/asshole Denki, rough sex, floor sex, forced kisses, oral (m receiving / deep throat, face fucking), p in v, cream pie, oral (f receiving), aftercare is almost neglected

Denki had caught on to what was going on between Momo and her sister. He saw them doing stuff together that normally sisters wouldn’t do together. (See part 3 for what he saw). Later that same day, he decided to make a surprise appearance at the girls’ house. That evening, Momo sees him thought the window and hurriedly rushes her little sister to their room to get her in some clothing, both of them not wanting anyone else to see her naked.

They let him in (mistake number one) and he immediately lays it on them. He shows the sisters a video on his phone of the two fucking in the kitchen that morning. He was right out the window when he recorded them. Momo was enraged at Kaminari while the sister was ashamed of herself. In her mind, they practically gave him a free show. Kaminari then told them that he’d ruin Momo’s hero career unless they’d let him fuck them both.

Momo, being the loving sister she was, told Kaminari that she didn’t care about her hero career and to just leave her and her sister alone. Her baby sister, being the loving sister she was, did care about Momo’s hero career, claiming it was what Momo always wanted since the two were little girls. The two took a moment with each other, figuring out the best course of action. They agreed to Kaminari’s terms, choosing to protect Momo’s career.

Kaminari, unlike Momo, didn’t prep them. He forces the sister down to her knees in front of him. Kaminari takes his cock out from his pants and forces it down the sister’s throat.

While keeping a hand on top of the sister’s head while he thrusts his dick in her throat, he pulls Momo closer to him, his hand on her ass, as he roughly kisses her. The little sister has tears brimming her eyes at how rough he is on her. Momo gently cards her fingers through her sister’s hair in a soothing manner.

Kaminari came quickly, emptying himself inside of the sister’s mouth. He pulls away from the two, sitting on the couch as he practically demanded the sisters to strip each other and make out in front of him. Momo glares at him, but the sister fearfully complied to his demands. The sisters in a passionate lip lock in a way Denki believes they shouldn’t got him hard again.

Denki joins the sisters on the ground, practically pushing Momo away as he forces the sister on her back, legs spread, as he slides himself into her pussy. He thrusts deep into her, making her cry. Momo, with tears in her own eyes, moves closer to her sister, gently kissing her, promising her it’s almost over and that she’s sorry it happened.

Kaminari stills inside of the sister, letting out a shaky moan. The longer he stayed like that, the more scared Momo was at the thought of him breeding her little sister. He pulls out after a minute, putting himself back in his pants before heading out the door.

The little sister cries more, begging Momo to make her feel better. Momo, not wanting to see her sister in anymore pain, lovingly eats her out. Momo was a lot gentler than Kaminari, thinking of her baby sister and her pleasure above herself. The sister came in Momo’s mouth, finally satisfied. The two spent the rest of the night cuddled up together watching movies as they tried to forget about what happened with Kaminari.

The next day, Kaminari sends a Twitter link to the Class A group chat. It was the video he had recorded of the sisters the morning before. That surely ruined Momo’s hero career and got both her and her baby sister disowned by their parents.

[thelaughtercafe]

Intervention

Tea Type: Milk Tea

Potential Triggers: 

Pairing: Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu/F! Reader

Length: 700

Summary: Your constant interference in Fuyuhiko's job makes him come to a difficult decision.

To say Fuyuhiko was pissed was an understatement. He’d tried so hard to keep this mission under wraps so you wouldn’t do something stupid again but here he was, nervously pacing a hole in the floor of your room as the best medic he knew looked over you. 

The second the girl stood up straight Fuyuhiko barked at her, making her squeak. 

“She’d better be okay!" 

His former classmate knew him well enough to know his threats were out of fear and worry and she turned to smile patiently at him. 

"She’ll be just fine. It was only a surface level bullet would. It didn’t hit any organs thankfully. She should be waking up soon, but still don’t push her too hard, okay? Her body is going to want to rest to heal itself." 

Mikan placed a hesitant hand on his shoulder in support and then departed. 

You groaned as you came to a few moments later, looking around groggily. Fuyuhiko frowned deeply at your side but you smiled and your eyes lit up at the sight of your boyfriend. 

"Fuyuhiko! Thank God you’re okay I’m so-”

“We need to break up.”

“…What?”

Your smile fell instantly to one of worry as his frown never faltered though his eyes did drop and he shuffled his feet nervously. His face hardened suddenly and he met your gaze coldly. 

“I’m done dragging you into this life. I’m not going to be responsible for you dying to protect me. I’m no good for you.”

You cried out as he went to stand, lunging forward to grab his hand and wincing as you jostled the wound in your side. 

“Fuyu-ow!”

Worry flashed in his eyes and he rushed to push you down a little roughly as he put all his weight on your shoulders.

“Ok ok I won’t leave! The Hell are you doing, trying to reopen the wound!?" 

You glared up at him suddenly passionate and he flushed as your hands moved to frame his cheeks so he’d maintain eye contact with you.  

"Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu, I love you.  More than I’ve ever loved anyone. Just like you don’t want me to die; I’m not just going to stand on the sidelines while you put yourself at risk either! If you want to be a coward and run away from this relationship; make no mistake; you’re not doing it for me. You’re doing it for yourself you selfish jerk!”

His eyes narrowed as he growled down at you. 

“Did you just call me a coward?!”

Of course he’d focus on that. Despite his apparent anger you could see he was flustered and his grip on your shoulders had softened. He was so close you could feel his breath on your lips. 

You smirked. 

“I sure did! And unless you make the right decision and let me help you’ll always be one. So…the obvious solution I’ve been asking for for ages is…”

You trailed off, looking up at him expectantly and he sighed in defeat gently pulling your hands away with his own and cradling them as he leaned down to press his lips to your fingertips, never looking away from your eyes the whole while. 

He felt satisfaction go through him as you were the one looking flustered and sheepish this time. 

“These hands are gonna cause me a lot more trouble…and maybe you’re right; I am a coward. A better Yakuza than me would have the strength to let you go. But…well.”

He chuckled and leaned down to seal your lips with his, only pulling back when you were both out of breath. His smirk was comfortingly familiar as he trailed his fingers through your hair. 

“I am also selfish. I want you by my side for as long as we both live. You win you ballsy motherfucker… I’ll train you.  But don’t expect it to be easy!”

The grin that broke out across your lips was legendary and Mikan had to tell Fuyuhiko to leave as you got too excited to sleep. 

Maybe he had changed you…but you’d changed him just as much. Now he was hopeless without you.  

Whoops. 

Oh well. Guess it couldn’t be helped.

He was stuck with you.

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

You can get general Oswald and Bane (separately) with a reader who is a big fan of tactile affection, they say the reader constantly hangs over them like a koala and is very clingy

"Love by Touch" Penguin x Reader, Bane x Reader

Sometimes your partner just adores you! And needs to hang on you. And get lots of physical reassurance.

TW: None

Penguin

Oh, he loves this. An s/o who hangs off his arm like eye candy? He needs to celebrate that. First off, he's going to take you shopping. If you're going to be on him all the time, you're going to look GOOD.

You get a say in the clothes, of course. Just expect a lot of black tones included on his end and jewelry if that's your taste. It gives him such a fucking ego boost. Everyone seeing you loving not only his attentions but wanting to give it!

For a short while there's a nasty rumor that you're being paid to be this way but by the time it reaches you, you'll find the original whisperers "dealt with."

the only time he might get iffy about it is when he's either very busy with work and/or angry about something. You ever hear the term "prickly pear"? That's rather how he comes off during his moods.

Ranging from a more neutral- "Come on, I have to do this. We can do this later-" to a hostile "I want to be alone, fuck off-" It can get a little ugly if you don't know how to handle it.

Just know when to give him space when he needs it. Before you know it, he's going to deeply miss giving and receiving that touch and he'll come looking for it.

Bane

It's something he has to get used to. He likes it, but in public it's a foreign concept. Keep in mind for most of his development as a human being he was in a prison where weakness could be taken advantage of in a myriad of horrible ways. He had a shiv in his teddy bear.

You being this way is so vulnerable. It's rather like showing your soft belly to the rest of the world. He attributes it to you not growing up the way he did. You've never had to know the kind of fear in showing your humanity. He doesn't want to discourage it, though.

If anything, if someone were to say something, his large hands would wrap over your waist and he would glare. You got something you want to say, pendejo? Do you have some sort of problem with how his partner shows their affection to him?

He's a lot more physically affectionate when it's either a small crowd or you're in private. Don't mistake this for shame. You're so precious and he's more than willing to show you exactly how much he cares for you in the love language you appreciate most...

You could literally hang on him though and it'd be fine. Especially when he has his muscle juice on, you could just hang off his arms or have him carry you like you weigh nothing. Nice and close. He doesn't really get tired or annoyed by it unless there's the possibility of you being in danger. Then he's going to put you down somewhere safe and you better not follow him around.

[jbuffyangel]

So Many Girlfriends: Arrow 1x17 Review (The Huntress Returns)

We were a little light on Oliver and Felicity content last episode, but “The Huntress Returns” makes up for it. A good deal of the episode is focused on how Oliver feels about Helena and McKenna, but ultimately shines a bright spotlight on how he feels about Felicity.

Let’s dig in...

Olicity, Helena and McKenna

Will Oliver Queen’s real girlfriend please stand up?

Just kidding. I think too much is made of how many women Oliver dated in Season 1. Technically it was only two… well three but we’ll talk about the third later in the season. This is not an exorbitant about of dating for a single man. That said, we’re juggling three out of the four in “The Huntress Returns” so things feel a bit crowded.

This episode primarily focuses on how Oliver feels about Helena. She’s back after discovering her father cut a deal and will be placed in witness protection for offering evidence against the east coast families. Helena will not allow her father to have any kind of life because for her there is no life after Danny.

Helena can’t go up against the Starling City Police Department alone and wants Oliver to help kill her father. We get sucked into another “revenge versus justice” argument between the two of them and honestly I am trying hang with my boy here. Oliver believes what he is doing is justice and not revenge, but he is splitting the thinnest of moral hairs.

I’ve done the mental gymnastics to follow his point in previous reviews, and I won’t repeat myself too much, but every time they argue about this I find myself agreeing with Helena. Oliver is dangerously close to the hypocrite line, but ok sir. You only kill when necessary (although I don’t remember every person crossed off the list being killed in self defense) and only when it serves justice (but Oliver has anointed himself judge, jury and executioner so it’s HIS kind of justice – that doesn’t actually make it justice.)

Moving on. Helen extorts Oliver into participating by threatening Tommy.

First, Tommy finds out Oliver is a superhero and then he gets beat up by a girl. This has been an emasculating couple weeks.

It’s Diggle that asks the all important and completely obvious question.

Diggle: Oliver if you didn’t still have feelings for this girl you would have thought of a different solution than letting her extort you into killing someone.

Oliver: What do you want me to do? You want me to kill her?

Diggle: I think you would have a long time ago if she looked more like me than the T-Mobile girl.

Diggle is never wrong. Exhibit A: the T-Mobile Girl

Normally John advises Oliver to stay his hand, but he’s worried Helena will drop a dime on both of them. A concern Oliver shares, which is why he hasn’t handed her over to the police.

Oliver does finally admit to his FEELINGS. He’s still holding on to whatever idea of Helena he has in his head. He believes this idealized version is the true version. This is a mistake Oliver makes a lot with women – Moira, Thea, and L*urel. Each of them have faults, some more glaring than others, but he stubbornly ignores them and believes in the Snow White version instead. It’s patronizing and keeps Oliver from seeing the women he loves as human beings – with imperfections just like him.

Oliver keeps telling Helena, “This isn’t you,” when it very clearly is her. Oliver’s hero complex means he believes everyone can be saved, but when a person refuses to change and chooses the darker road again and again, then you must believe them. Saving someone is an illusion. No one can be saved unless they want to be saved. We must all make that choice for ourselves. We must choose our salvation.

Helena’s return shines a glaring spotlight on how little we know about McKenna after several episodes. Oliver and McKenna haven’t progressed much past a few dates and some lukewarm kisses.

Arrow ramps up the heat with a love scene, but it feels very perfunctory - like they must have sex to count as a relationship. Something to check off the list before McKenna is shipped off to The Land of Forgotten Characters.

This is exactly what happens when McKenna gets caught between Oliver and Helena's show down. Helena shoots McKenna, which fractures her femur. She is moving to Ocean City to live with her sister and rehab for a year.

Oliver makes a valiant offer to visit and do the long distance thing. He cares for McKenna, but I couldn’t help but feel this offer came from a hefty dose of guilty. Of course, Oliver is going to blame McKenna’s injury on himself.  He even says he’s responsible for her – not that he loves her. McKenna can see that Oliver’s feelings are not long distance level and she dumps him.

And every heartbreak was a yellow brick road Pointing me straight, just taking me home I was never lost I was just passing through I was on my way to you

"On My Way" by Jennifer Lopez

Arrow does not let these failed relationships go to waste. They are pointing us to Oliver’s real destination point. “Return of The Huntress” has a couple of dialogue gems that Olicity vidders have used again and again. More often than not, the writers are not talking about the relationship Oliver is currently in. They are talking about the relationship he is headed towards.

McKenna: The first thing you do is you find yourself someone you never have to apologize to.

It’s interesting that McKenna says this to Oliver right before they make love, but by the end of the episode he is wracked with guilt over her. He actually has to steel himself before going into McKenna’s hospital room because he cannot show what he’s truly feeling. The offer to come to Coast City is one big apology.

This is Arrow’s version of “Love means never having to say you’re sorry” which personally I think is a load of crap.

If you love someone and you hurt them then acknowledging their pain and apologizing for it is a very important part of forgiveness. You do not get a successful relationship without forgiveness.

I think the sentiment Arrow is trying to communicate is that Oliver needs to find someone who understands who he is and all the various pressures in his life. Someone he doesn’t have to lie to (McKenna/L*urel), but won’t ask him to murder people (Helena). The only woman in Oliver’s life that fits in these categories is Felicity.

As I said before, this show has the subtly of a jackhammer. Felicity calls as Oliver and McKenna fall into bed together. The camera panning to Felicity’s face on Oliver’s phone while he is having sex with another woman is not accidental. They are very clearly saying which woman Oliver SHOULD be having sex with.

Oliver leaves McKenna’s bed the minute he finds out Helena has attacked Felicity. This is in my Top Ten if not Top 5 of Oliver rescuing Felicity scenes.

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Helena forced Felicity to hack the FBI database for her father’s safe house location.

Oliver arrives in a panic and calls out for Felicity. He finds her bound and on the floor. It is not often we see the Hood’s feathers ruffled, but they certainly are in this scene.

Oliver’s voice drops to that soft tone with an “I’m here” and “Hey” as he gently touches Felicity’s face to reassure himself she is okay.

There are limited circumstances where Oliver allows himself to touch Felicity. He sticks to shoulders for a looooong time, but allows himself something more intimate when Felicity is in danger.

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The real tell here is Oliver’s RAGE. He goes absolutely feral when he hears someone entering the office and almost throws a knife at Diggle.

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Helena has killed innocent people to get to her father. She knows Oliver’s secret which makes her a dangerous threat to Team Arrow. She subtly threatened Oliver’s family by showing up at the mansion and directly threatened Tommy by almost ripping his arm from the socket. NONE of these actions convince Oliver to kill Helena – until she threatens Felicity. Oliver’s carefully crafted façade which hides the anger simmering underneath is tossed aside immediately. He wants to rip Helena in half with his bare hands.

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It’s starting to add up this episode! Helena has been searching for the right pressure point and boy did she find it. Felicity is not just comedic relief. She is not just Oliver’s Girl Friday.  The writers are clearly writing their interactions with romantic undertones and this episode shines a very bright light on where Felicity ranks in Oliver’s life, how much he cares for her, and what he’s willing to do to protect her. Ok sure, Oliver has a lot of “girlfriends,” but there’s only one who truly matters.

Prepare yourselves. I don’t disagree with this statement.

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Happy is not Oliver’s goal right now and I don’t believe he’s anywhere near the vicinity of happiness. If Oliver somehow achieved whatever his current definition of happiness is (which is also in flux) he wouldn’t know what to do with it. Not unlike a dog chasing a car.

Oliver is trapped in a self fulling prophecy attempting a normal life while living his vigilante life. He laments that marrying the two is impossible because it continually blows up in his face when he tries to merge his love life with his crime fighting.

He couldn’t be honest with McKenna because she’d arrest him. Oliver was honest with Helena, but she desperately needs to be arrested (and requires a good dose of therapy). Whenever the puzzle pieces don’t fit, Oliver throws his hands up in exasperation and says, “SEE? I CAN NEVER BE HAPPY!”

There is a problem with his math. As Diggle said, it’s about finding the right person. McKenna, Helena, *cough*L*urel*cough* are not the right person, so of course it doesn’t work out. Oliver never really addresses the massive issues with each of these women on an individual level. He sort of just chucks them all into the same love is impossible category.

We know the answer. Hell, I think even Diggle knows the answer at this point. It’s a 5 foot 5 inch blonde ponytail swishing Oliver right in the face. Felicity knows the truth. Not only does she NOT want him arrested, she has joined his criminal enterprise. She is wildly intelligent, beautiful, empathetic, witty and just the right amount of sass and toughness to keep a pain in the ass like Oliver Queen in line. This is the girl you bring home to meet your mother, Oliver.

Just hold her hand my dude!!

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But Oliver refuses to allow himself to look at Felicity in that capacity for now, which brings us to the second issue with his math. Oliver doesn’t feel he can be happy. He doesn’t believe he’s worthy of love. He might be chasing after it, feigning some attempt at a normal life, but these relationships blowing up in his face is not completely unwelcomed.

There’s a sense of relief sinking back into the darkness of the bunker. He tried, it failed, and now Oliver can wash his hands of the whole “happiness” thing, which is fine because he doesn’t deserve it anyway.

So, no I don’t believe Oliver’s priority should be happiness right now. He’s nowhere near ready for that. Oliver needs to do an enormous amount of work mentally and emotionally before he is even in the realm of readiness for Felicity Smoak. What he needs desperately right now is a friend who understands him. Of course, Felicity will be the friend Oliver needs because he will never find a life with Felicity without her help.

But bring on all the shoulder touches in the meantime!

L*urel and Tommy

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Soooo Tommy is having some issues with Oliver’s identity.  I always giggle inappropriately when Oliver is so offended by Tommy calling him a murderer. He looks like he wants to say, “Am not! It doesn’t count if they were bad people!”

Tommy is not interested in a morality debate with Oliver because he doesn’t trust him anymore - a consequence from all the lying. We’re already on Team Oliver. We know his reasons for doing this. We watched Robert Queen kill himself. We understand our vigilante’s pain, so it’s natural to get a little defensive of him when Tommy is this unforgiving. 

But Tommy has a right to his anger. Oliver has lied. A LOT. He is a killer. This is a disquieting revelation about the kid you grew up playing t-ball with. Not everyone is as cool with murder as Diggle and Felicity. (Tommy does soften on Oliver a little by the end of the episode.)

It’s not all moral high ground either. Tommy doesn’t say it, but Oliver being the sexy and dangerous vigilante L*urel is obsessed with is not scoring him any best friend points.

Tommy is going through all the feelings this week, which means he’s not the most attentive boyfriend and doesn’t have the emotional bandwidth for the latest Lance drama. L*urel’s mother, the OG Dinah, is in town because she believes Sara is alive. Dun dun duuuunnnn!!

SPOILERS!!!!!!

This storyline just annoys the crap out of me. I hate that they introduce this in Season 1. I don’t know if it’s meant to be a red herring, dangle a hook or just to drive us crazy, but it lessens the emotional impact of Season 2.

The first thing Oliver did when he came back was state definitively that Sara was dead. Dinah's picture of someone who looks like Sara is pretty flimsy evidence to contradict the man who watched her die. It feels like the writers are trying to give L*urel and Detective Lance something to do and bring all the divorce drama with Dinah into the fold. Eh. Keep it.

What annoys me even further is L*urel immediately jumps up Tommy’s ass for being distracted and not fully invested in the dead-sister-is-possibly-but-probably-not-alive drama. Good grief woman. Can the guy have an off week? Calm down.

I’m 50/50 on whether Tommy really wants to tell L*urel  that Oliver is the vigilante. Yes, he wants to tell her because that tea is PIPING HOT and he has to be dying to tell SOMEONE. No, he doesn’t want to tell her because of the previously mentioned sexy leather pants problem. It’s really a toss up at this point.

The problem is Tommy is actually a really decent dude who is terrible at lying and L*urel knows he’s keeping something from her. Thanks a lot Ollie. She throws a hissy about Tommy being “a million miles away” and storms off. The seeds of distrust and disappointment are sewn and we shall wait for the impending jealousy implosion to come.

Stray Thoughts

Oliver and Slade are negotiating a flight off the island. Wake me if it’s not a foregone conclusion this plan fails. The dude was stuck there for five years.

Thea wants to get Roy a job. Nothing says love like gainful employment.

Is date number six significant? What happens on date six? I am old and have not dated for awhile.

Oliver ordering Felicity out of the room was HOT. He doesn’t want her within fifty feet of Helena. I like it when he’s growly and bossy. Source: https://gifyu.com/paigeota

Roy gets stabbed saving Thea. She kisses him because he’s scared of needles. First kiss cute factor is off the charts.

 “Why can’t you just admit that you still have feelings for me too?” Does anyone else feel like Oliver had sex with McKenna to prove he doesn’t have feelings for Helena? It felt oddly timed.

Listen to the Watchover podcast reaction to 1x17!!!

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Guess whose financial mistake arrived early...

I will give more in depth looks later (I have to work to afford such questionable purchases), but a quick individual review of what I got:

Neil Demon Plushy

Not a plush toys collector at all; my closest reference is the IKEA shark. He is heavier than he looks, very sturdy (?) if that makes sense. Doesn't seem like he will deform any time soon. The details are adorable and I don't see any glaring defects.

All Saints Street Hoodie

Surprisingly large for me. I was worried they only had one size made for the Chinese market. I'm 1.7m (5 foot 7) tall for reference and this is still a bit too big for me. Will likely get too small for anyone over 6 feet tall. The quality is good! Very soft. Velvet interior. I don't know much about shirt stamping, but since it's not in the fabric I'm guessing the stamp might start to crack after multiple washes.

All Saints Street Vol. 1-3 Collection

Now this is something I can talk about more. The sleeve was unfortunately damaged in shipping and the books have very minor damage in the spine and vol 2 has a minor case of dog ears. The quality of the paper is great! It is color paper, not glossy one you see in comic book issues, but it's thicker than the black and white you see in manga. Would still make sure to have a dehumidifier if your storing place is not dry. I've already experienced book wrapping and it's painful.

Each volume contains around 80 chapters with one extra chapter not on bilibili. They also contain a message from Lingzi and WSJ's editor, plus all character bios even for ones we never got one (Enrique, Eduardo ans Anthony). And if a Weibo post is correct some might have been updated from the ones online (Axel grew 1 cm in the book bio).

Of course later I'll look over everything to see if there are any significan changes to make a note of. Also it came with this lol.

I have the Alice in Wonderland art somewhere, I'll post it later as well.

All Saints Street Anniversary Playing Cards

The playing card decks from the 6th and the 7th anniversary. As you can see I haven't opened the 7th, but I got the 6th a while ago on AliExpress so I expect them to be similar.

This is something else I can review more in depth, coming from a family that loves playing poker. The quality of the prints is beautiful, however I keep them in the box all the time because the quality of the cards itself is not good!

The cards feel like store bought cardboard; good playing cards are made out of cardboard, but this deck doesn't have the same treatment. They are so fragile, even by just handling them to get the face cards I've already made slight damage to the edges. I wouldn't play any game with them, much less shuffle them. I don't even want to imagine how much they will bend. Also the Crystal card came with damage (the small white spot on the edge) from the store. Pain.

Anyways. I'll frame the face cards because they are so pretty and I want to keep them in the best condition... I don't know what I will do with the rest of the 36 cards. Maybe practice magic tricks? Lol. Before all this I've been working on how to scan all the face cards and post them, but it's been more difficult than expected. If you have ever tried to digitize prints you will know. Once I have them, I'll post them alongside high quality scans.

When it comes to my review of PandaBuy... On one hand it was an excellent service and experience. On the other... I don't even want to reveal how much the shipping was. I wouldn't recommend anyone else do it unless you are stupid with your money (like me), even then

I would advice to do your own research. PandaBuy and all agents to buy from China are definitely better when you buy in bulk. My package was 'only' 2kg. Many people buy over 10kg to make it worth it. I'm already committed so if new volumes come out I will buy them, and maybe also get counterfeit Gucci shoes or something since that's what most people use this agents for...

That's all for now. Feel free to reply or send any questions you have.

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🩷❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜 - don't panic! Just pick a face and give me my favourite girl Cora 😘

Guess what! Years later and I finally finished those last three fics! Truth be told, the first two of the bunch have been sitting in my drafts for a whilw now (and I'm not very proud of the third) but nonetheless, here they are! Thank you so much for your ask <3

💙 Drunken Kiss/Tipsy

Zoro pushed open one more door, finding himself on a balcony, in the cool night air. All he had wanted to do was get a moment to breath, away from the partying crowd, and now he couldn’t find his way back. This damn castle was a maze. On top of that, the half-empty bottle he had grabbed for himself before leaving was now fully empty, so he had run out of booze. Great, just great. He placed it down next to the doorframe and leaned against the railing. At least the sky was beautiful. Dozens upon dozens of stars smiling down at him from far away, creating unique constellations that he could never remember the names of.

That was when he heard someone call his name. No, not someone. Her – Cora! And she sounded really whiny. Hopefully she was just being dramatic… With a sigh, Zoro turned back around and headed for the door. But before he could go back inside, the door was pushed open.

Sanji stepped out onto the balcony, holding the door open for Cora, whom he was guiding by the waist.

“Zoro!” Cora called out, staggering into the swordsman’s arms as she held a bottle in her hands.

“Oh god,” Zoro grumbled, holding her close to his chest as he threw an accusatory glance at Sanji.

“She wanted to come see you,” Sanji just shrugged.

He joined his two partners on the balcony, ruffling Zoro’s hair before leaning on the railing, looking out towards the sea.

“You can’t jus’ run off,” Cora complained, muffled by Zoro’s shirt. “I missed you!”

“You’re such a lightweight,” Zoro chuckled. “Hey, waiter, how’d she even get this drunk?”

“I made the mistake of leaving her alone with Nami for a bit too long,” Sanji sighed.

“Yeah, that’ll do it.”

With a lovestruck smile, Sanji plucked the bottle out of Cora’s hand.

“Hey, don’t steal that!” Cora immediately whined. “I wan’ed to give that to Zoro! ‘ts’is favorite.”

“I know, I’m just holding it for him,” Sanji soothed her, running his fingers through her hair.

Scooping Cora up from the ground as if she were a toddler, Zoro sat down on the ground; all the while, Cora kept clinging to him like a koala, tears pricking in her eyes.

“You won’t leave me again, right?” she begged.

“I won’t,” Zoro assured her.

“You’ll stay with me. Do you promise you’ll stay with me?”

“I promise.”

“And you won’t let me go?”

“Not unless I absolutely have to.”

“So never?”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“Awwww! Roro, you’re the best!”

“I know.”

Sanji just giggled as he pulled the cork out of the bottle, watching Cora snuggle up to Zoro like a little kitten. Not even Zoro’s glare could wipe the smile off his face.

“That’s the first time you’ve let that nickname slide,” he teased.

“You think it’s a good idea to scold her right now?” Zoro threw back.

“No, that would be mean,” Cora murmured.

“Yeah, Zoro’s a big meanie, right?” Sanji cooed.

Meanwhile, Zoro tried to grab the bottle, but Sanji kept it out of his reach.

“Yeah, but he’s comfy,” Cora mumbled, sounding like she was about to drift off to sleep. She probably was. “And warm. And cuddly. And nice. And mean. And pretty. Pretty mean boy.”

Sanji broke out into laughter, as much as he tried to keep quiet. Finally, he handed Zoro the bottle.

“Well, mossy,” he sighed, “sounds like you’re gonna be stuck here for a while.”

“Yeah, and so are you, ‘cause I’m not letting you leave. Unless you’re going to grab me another bottle.”

“Greedy bastard. Let’s finish that one first.”

💜 Surprise Kiss/Impulsive Kiss

“Cora!”

Zoro sprinted through the ruins, scanning the battlefield for any signs of life. He never should’ve left her alone. They never should’ve been separated. This was all his fault. A bunch of thread and a rapier were no match for an entire arsenal of weapons. That damned devil fruit user, tricking him like that… And now Cora had gotten into danger, because Zoro hadn’t been able to look through the lie sooner. Because he had been too stupid to think, Cora might be-

“Zoro!”

Immediately, Zoro started running faster. She was alive! She was conscious!

“Over here!”

“Cora!”

Finally, there she was, in the middle of the ruins of a house.

“I’m stuck!”

Her leg was buried beneath the rubble, her skin darkened with all sorts of grime. His heart racing in his chest, Zoro dropped to the floor next to her. Before he could even think, he had pressed his lips onto hers, devouring her in a desperate kiss. Cora squeaked in surprise, but then let herself fall into the kiss, digging her fingers into his tattered shirt. That was until she pushed him away.

“Yuck!” she called out between exhausted giggles, trying to catch her breath.

“What?”

“You’re covered in blood and sweat! Go shower!”

“And you aren’t or what?” Zoro scoffed, but a smile crept onto his face. “Watch out or I’ll throw you into that river near the town gate.”

“Well, get this stuff off of me first!” Cora demanded, gesturing at the rubble weighing down her leg. “Otherwise, I’m not going anywhere.”

“You’re so needy,” Zoro joked, but he started moving the smaller pieces and bricks aside.

“Cora!” Sanji’s voice cut through the air.

The cook came sprinting with full speed, coming to a stumbling halt next to his two lovers. He scrambled onto the ground and pressed a hasty kiss to Cora’s cheek.

“Don’t worry, princess, we’re gonna get you out of there.”

“Sanji, I’m fine,” Cora chuckled tiredly.

“Are you sure? Your leg got crushed by a huge rock!”

“Well, I can still feel it, so it’s gotta be fine, right?”

Sanji let out an exasperated sigh that faded into a chuckle. “You’re a bad influence, mosshead.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Zoro grumbled. “Come on, you help move her, I’ll lift the rock.”

Sanji nodded and wrapped his arms around Cora’s waist to pull her out. Zoro, meanwhile, got a good grip on the piece of rubble atop Cora’s leg.

“Careful,” Cora whimpered, suddenly dreading all movements.

“I’ll be gentle, alright?” Sanji assured her. “But I also have to be fast. It’ll only hurt for a moment, I promise.”

Cora nodded, a nod that Sanji echoed to Zoro. On the count of three, Zoro lifted the rock and Sanji pulled Cora backwards. She squeaked in pain, but as soon as it had started, it was over again, and Cora was left panting and quietly whimpering. Her leg had turned a sickly blue and green and was swollen to a worrisome size. Swiftly, Sanji wrapped her in his arms and brushed some loose hairs out of her face, whispering sweet nothings to ease her pain.

“Come on,” Zoro groaned, rolling the soreness out of his shoulders. “Let’s go home.”

💗 Slow Kiss/Gentle Kiss

Cora sat at the dinner table, absent-mindedly humming to herself as she worked on her current sewing project, practiced stitches across the steady fabric. At the same time, Sanji was standing at the kitchen isle, chopping the vegetables for his newest recipe. Every once in a while, he would glance over at Cora, just to get another look at her beautiful face, at the gentle smile gracing her lips, at the fluid motions of her hands. He had to be careful not to get too distracted and cut himself, but it was a tough task when she was just so incredibly beautiful.

“Something wrong?” Cora asked softly without lifting her eyes from her work.

“No, everything’s fine,” Sanji said, “Perfect even, because I get to look at the most beautiful girl across the seas.”

“Just don’t look too hard and cut yourself. Otherwise, this beautiful girl is going to be very unhappy.”

“We can’t have that, of course.”

They worked in silence for a few more minutes, until Zoro came in.

“Hey, waiter, when’s dinner ready?”

“You’re almost as bad as Luffy,” Sanji mumbled. “45 minutes.”

Zoro just scoffed, then turned around and got ready to leave again.

“Zoro, wait!” Cora called, reaching a hand out for him.

So, Zoro turned around once again.

“What?” he grumbled, but he followed obediently like a guard dog, walking towards her until she could hook her fingers into his haramaki.

“I finished your shirt,” Cora announced, presenting it to him. “There, good as new.”

Zoro hummed quietly, plucking it from her hands. “Thanks.”

“I didn’t know you got this attached to your clothes.”

“I don’t.”

“It’s because you made it for him,” Sanji commented with a smile.

“No, it’s not!” Zoro snapped, his cheeks red with embarrassment.

“Yes, it is.”

“Is it?” Cora asked, her eyes widened with adoration.

“Okay, maybe it is,” Zoro mumbled.

With a happy little squeal, Cora jumped up from her seat and into Zoro’s arms, letting him lift her from the floor and hold her close.

“Awwww,” Sanji cooed, “the mosshead’s growing soft!”

“Shut up,” Zoro growled as Cora giggled quietly.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, prompting Zoro to adjust his hold on her, shifting her body a little higher and making sure she wouldn’t fall. Running her fingers through his hair, she pressed a gentle kiss to his chapped lips.

“Zoro?”

“Hm?”

“I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah…” Zoro mumbled, looking away as his cheeks turned pink.

“Don’t you love me back?”

“Hm.”

Instead of replying, Zoro just kissed Cora back, lingering a bit longer than he usually did, taking his time with his nonverbal response. Butterflies lifted off in Cora’s stomach, goosebumps blooming across her skin. When he finally pulled back, Zoro leaned his forehead against hers.

“How’s that for an answer?”

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[evileyekabuki]

Will’s Darling

Summary: Before Kimmie was Mr.White’s Bunny she was Will’s Darling but the difference is that she never wanted to be…

Trigger Warnings: Grooming, Hints of Sexual Abuse, Verbal Abuse, Hints of Physical Abuse, Manipulation of a minor, Abuse of Power, Underage Kimmie& Will is a predatory creep

Will Ospreay x (OC) Kimmie

The fight wasn’t even supposed to happen they never were & it would always be blamed on Kimmie& was claimed that it was her fault & not his. All that Kimmie was trying to do was help, Will was having an annual meeting with the rest of the United Empire about how something went wrong, she knew he was upset & didn’t like seeing him so mad so she said her idea of what went wrong & how she can fix it before she could even say anything else he shut her up immediately. “Did I tell you to talk?” Will asked in a stern & annoyed voice. “No…but I thought-“ that’s when Will slammed his fist on the table causing her to jump and become quiet. “Come on Will take it easy she’s just tryna help.” Kyle said trying to break the tension in the room but it wasn’t going to happen. “I told her not to speak unless she’s spoken to no one wants to hear from a stupid little girl.” Will said in a stern voice causing Kimmie to freeze & continued to look down. She was scared of making eye contact with him whenever he was angry it was like his eyes were soulless & pitch black. Will got up from where he was sitting & walked up to her while she was still sitting down looking at the floor trying to avoid his glare. He got closer to her & whispered in her ear “If you were talking again without my permission imma beat the shit out of you…understand.” Will threaten which cause her to nod her head while trying to hold back tears. “Go to the corner.” He told her before walking back to his chair and continued talking to the boys like nothing happened.

Hours later she was still in the corner waiting for Will to tell her that she could go back to her room, everyone else had left to get some takeout or to talk about what their next plan going to be so it was just her & Will…alone. “Hi” Will said softly as if he decided to forget what happened just hours ago. Kimmie just sat there still shaking and not looking at him. Will sat down with her in a way to convince her that he was sorry & didn’t mean to threaten her. “Kimmie I’m sorry for what I said it’s just you know how I get.” Will said in a soft voice as he rubbed his hand on her shoulder. “Look at me.” Will told her, she hesitated for a while but she would look at him not wanting to make him made at her again. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said anything.” She was used to saying that Will always manipulate her to make her feel like it was her fault for all their fights & arguments. “That’s right it was.” Will said reassuring her that it was her fault.

When they first met Kimmie really liked Will she thought he was charming & even handsome even though he was older than her, Will was her first kiss at first she didn’t really wanna kiss him but he convinced her that it was normal and that’s what friends do when they love each other. Will convinced her that he was the only friend that she needed & to leave with him so she could be happy which unfortunately she did. Will was such a gentleman at the beginning but when he created the UE he started to change, he used to say that he would never let anyone hurt her but he was the one hurting her. He would also start to develop anger issues he always had them but he would control it but he stopped doing that. Kimmie could make a simple mistake or say something that he didn’t like & he would yell & scream in her face until she rapidly apologized & sometimes cried. After situations like that would happen Will would act like he didn’t remember what he did or would apologize for the way he acted or for what he said. He would even spoil her with gifts & candy that would always work for him.

Will also turned creepy what I mean is that whenever it was just the two of them he would flirt with her but it would increase when he would start touching & grabbing her. She told him that it made her feel weird & asked him to stop but he would say “I’m just playing it’s nothing serious.” He would sometimes come up behind her while she’s doing chores and would grope her boobs or smack her butt. He would laugh at this when it made Kimi feel confused & uncomfortable. The few times that it happened in front of the others she would quietly hope that the others would call him out on it but they never would they would either ignore it or laugh at it. Will would even start making Kimmie sleep in his bed even though she didn’t want to… she wanted to tell someone but who could she depend on?

Will placed his hand on her thigh & rubbed it lightly that’s when he kissed her. She couldn’t move all she could do was sit there & let it happen like it did before. Will pulled away from the kiss with a sight sly grin on his face. “Hey you wanna do something to make you feel better?” Will asked the naive girl who didn’t know what to do or say. “Sure” Kimmie said in an unsure tone that’s when Will got up and lead out his hand for her to take like they always did when they first met when Kimmie could trust him. “Come on let’s go to my room I have a surprise for you.” Will smirked before taking her to his room.

“What a stupid little girl.” Will thought before closing the door & locking it behind them.