#we get there and they’re asking for $300+

[tormiller]

i’m literally so sad about my eras show experience like it was a great concert but so many things went wrong trying to get there and then getting back home was even worse and on top of it all the surprise songs were lame

[danrifics]

good morning i have slept a total of 2 hours here’s my spoiler breakdown for terrible influence antwerp

they start by playing a text to speech voice who welcomes us and the straight boyfriends and the dads (they’re a bit obsessed with the dads i’ll be real) the voice tells us if we film she’s gonna sue are asses. text to speech lady she is an icon

dnp come out and they’re like yo this is cool it’s the first show, you guys are gonna see what we’ve been up to and then they’re like it’s the first show so we can use you guys to decide if we change anything

they they’re like there’s probably people in the audience who don’t really know us so they do a 15 years of dan and phil lore breakdown with dolls of themselves in little set of iconic dnp locations (made by pj and sophie btw) they put these sets in a table in front of a camera and it shows on the big screen, (for 1 section of this the screen doesn’t work for the first part lol) also phil makes the dolls kiss and they also make the dolls hump the breakfast bar cos of course they do

i can’t remember what happens next or maybe it jumps right into the next thing i mention

they play a game show called role model or no-model which is a madlibs style game where you have to decide if the version of dan and phil the audience creates is a role model or not these are compared to real dnp. we had homophobic furry lawyer dan and linguistics dr phil wo has a thing for hamsters. just an fyi for this dan is really good at hearing what the audience is saying and phil is not at all and im pretty sure he made his up cos he couldn’t understand what we wanted

okay so after this iirc they start talking about the youtube landscape and what they’re gonna do after tour and how to keep people entertained and they go on a little adventure through different genres of youtube like minecraft lets plays, vtubers and then they pretend to be mr beast and pretend to give away a bunch of stuff that they don’t have, they cure us of any mental health issues and they cure us from being gay <3

then they decide to have a boxing match cos obvs that’s what youtubers do, they ask us to cheer for whoever they want to win and it has cool intro to it! i’ll be honest this boxing match goes on for entirely too long like it spans the end of the first half and the start of the second but they have like choreographed fighting and OMFG it’s very gay and like suggestive and they do many times look like they’re gonna have sex 😂 like one of phils moves is to hit dan with his ass while dan is holding him from behind so… yeah. anyway dan thought he won ours and then phil knocked him out with a tv, as he should!! also before they end the first half they’re having an insult match where phils tells dan hes gonna burn his house down only for dan to say they live in the same house and i was dying it was so funny, phil also calls dan a dickhead and this is where he also calls him a cunt and that’s how the first half ends. oh also phil has a fake 6 pack on and that’s the $300 dollar silicone btw

okay second half after dan is dead they have a sincere moment and then they’re like you guys keep telling us you want load of long unedited content and they ask us to tell them a topic to monologue about and someone shouts feet and they rant about feet lmao phil excitedly tells everyone he has a better wiki feet rating than dan

then dan goes on a rant about being discriminated against as a millennial (can’t remember how we got there) and phil gets bored and starts watching subway surfers and i’ll be real honest as a gen z i instantly got distracted by subway surfers and didn’t listen to what dan was saying (that was the point tho) and phil keeps turning up the volume and dan gets mad and he storms off

we have a nice sincere moment with phil but idk what tf it was cos neither did phil 😂

then suddenly a voice, oh here she comes, she asks if we’re ready to confess our sins and out comes sister daniel, everyone fucking loses it, if you heard me screaming so loud no you didn’t.

anyway they read some confessions (phil is father philip) and they read out a few including one from @dnphobe !!! phil has a water gun that he didn’t have when he was meant to and couldn’t find and then found and he was spraying it at people to cleanse them of their sins which is what they meant by people being in the splash zone btw also phil sprayed it at dan it was kinda cute

okay so they say they need to go and get changed and they head off stage and there’s a gag where they leave the microphone on and they’re purposely making it sound sexual and it’s so funny and then dan comes out and phil doesn’t cos he’s struggling with his leather fucking trousers that was a completely unscripted part for sure

then they talk about the hiatus a bit and how dan left us and they keep calling us their family and brb while i cry my eyes out

then they pull out a fucking banger of a song, like i can’t even explain to you how good it is, it has a fully like kpop style dance to it that im gonna fucking learn lmao and dan was so good at it like im not even kidding that man was pulling moves!! phil was doing great too btw but he definitely wasn’t as confident in it as dan was but damn it’s the best song yet imo!!

also i forgot to write the conspiracy bit because i forgot where in the show it is but on one of them they were trying so hard to make us say the opposite one but we were literally forcing tour bus on them and yes they confirmed they shared a bed on that tour bus!! and they played it off like its okay for friends to do that (cos it is) but they way they said it was that thing again where they blur the line a little so we know what they actually mean but still pretend they mean something else

okay some little things i remember that i didn’t write above

- “i can’t imagine my life without you”

- “it’ll be 15 years in december” (if you know you know)

- the absolute silence after they confirmed the bed thing cos none of us were actually expecting it

- dan had to prompt phil a little to remind him what to say next but it was very cute

- they kept looking at each other in *that* way

- phil lied to us about when norman died cos he had norman merch coming out

- sleepless night with phil 3 is fake!!

- they showed *that* video of phil asleep on the tour bus

- there were multiple times where i thought they’re gonna kiss right now???

-phil called dan kinda sexy

- ALL IS FORGIVEN, ANYTHING FROM THE LAST WE MIGHT HAVE DONE IS FORGIVEN THEY LOVE US WE ARE A FAMILY THEY ARE LITERALLY OUR DADS

[lovecla]

TAKE YOUR PAIN AWAY | quinn hughes.

chapter six:

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➴ chapter warnings: nsfw (masturbation (f. receiving), praise kink, fingering, dacryphilia, overstimulation, softdom quinn).

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💌 from me to you: i’m sorry if this is terrible. wrote a line and then took a 30 minute break every time but hey! i’m trying my best!!! also thank u soooo much for 300+ followers i love all of u so much i hope u can feel the forehead kiss i’m giving u rn 😚 enjoy!

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2024, APRIL.

THE ARENA was packed with people, most of them wearing the Canucks jersey.

It was game night, and Quinn made sure you and Victoria had tickets, with the view you had asked for— perfectly near the Canucks players.

“Brock looks amazing,” Victoria whispered in your ear, and you giggled. “No, like, seriously.”

You wanted to tell her that you weren’t looking at anyone but Quinn. He was standing there, wearing his jersey and throwing the puck around while skating with Miller by his side. He looked stressed, but you knew that he always got anxious before a game.

You debated a lot about coming or not, even if Quinn had been the one to invite you and even if you weren’t exactly known for telling him no. But lately, every time he texted or called, you felt your hands getting sweaty, your heart beating faster and your stomach filling itself up with butterflies.

Everything that you swore you would never let happen again.

“Do you think they’ll win?” Victoria asks you, shoving a handful of popcorn inside her mouth.

“They’re on a winning streak so maybe?” You shrug. “I’m terrible with sports.”

“Ain’t that right,” she laughs. “The only thing that makes hockey interesting are the hot players.”

“And the fights,” you add, munching on your Snickers bar. “I love when they take off their gloves and start punching each other.”

“To me that also categorizes as a hot thing.”

“Fair point.” You nod.

The game went by in a blink of an eye, which surprised you. You thought that because you weren’t really interested in hockey, it would suck to sit there for two hours and watch men skating around, throwing a puck here and there. But by the end of it, you were sweaty and tired from all the screams you let out whenever someone from the other team got in the Canucks way.

You and Victoria got out of your seats, chatting about the game and how happy you both were because the Canucks had won 4-2. Quinn had scored two goals and you were ready to engulf him in a bear hug.

“I think they’re changing but we can wait at the VIP section,” Victoria suggests, walking you through the place like she owned, which was one of the things you loved the most about her; her confidence. “I hope they have snacks and hot dogs.”

“It’s a VIP room, baby, not a restaurant,” you laugh, secretly hoping for the same.

“Either way, I hope there’s food there, I’m starving.”

“We just ate a bowl of popcorn, chocolate and a family sized bag of Ruffles.” You point out, patting your belly over your shirt. “Plus the Coke.”

“It was diet, so it doesn’t really count,” she taps her temple with her index finger. You laugh, doing the same. “Girl math.”

The VIP section was, in fact, full of food. And drinks. And players' wives, girlfriends, families and friends. You felt like a fish out of water but sucked it up either way, texting Quinn and telling him you were waiting for him.

It took a while for him to get there, thirty minutes to be precise, but you knew that the games’ after hours weren’t exactly a chocolate covered strawberry, and with Quinn being the captain, he had to answer dumb questions and talk to interviewers.

But then, Garland opened the door and started yelling about the winners being in the area, which made you laugh.

“Hey, there, cutie,” he smiled at you, wrapping his hands around your shoulders. “Missed that pretty face. Did you see me out there? Nailed it.”

“Yeah, I guess,” you smile awkwardly. “Congratulations?”

“Boo, you didn’t even try to sound excited.” He childishly pouts, poking your cheeks.

“That’s because you’re not exciting, C,” Quinn’s raspy voice fills the air, and it’s almost palpable how all the attention in the room immediately goes to him. “Get your hands off her, come on.”

“Aye, aye Cap.” He kisses your cheek before leaving you alone, dragging Victoria with him.

You don’t even think about helping her because all you can see is Quinn standing in front of you, wearing a burgundy suit with his wet hair falling down his face. He looks so fucking good.

Cocking your head, you smile sweetly at him. “Hi, Cap,”

“Hey there, Mads,” he leans down, kissing your cheek lightly.

You think for a second before standing on the tip of your toes and wrapping your arms around his neck, feeling his hand find your waist instantly, like a magnet.

“Congrats on the win,” you whisper, not really wanting to let go. “You played really well.”

“Yeah?” He whispers back, pushing you away just so he could see your face. He smiles. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” you sigh, letting him go. Looking around the room, you notice that some people were staring at the two of you, and you blush. Right, you remind yourself, we’re not alone. “Hum. Wanna go eat something?”

“Yeah, I could eat,” he shrugs, looking around. “At home, though.”

“You’re inviting me over?” You chuckle, running your fingers through your hair.

“I am, yes.” He nods.

The little Madisons inside your brain start running around, pushing the danger button again and again while yelling “abort mission!” to each other, but you’re still human, and weak in the flesh.

“We can pick Bella up, if you want,” he offers, putting his hands inside his pockets.

“There’s no need to, she’s at my neighbor’s house,” you tell him. “She befriended Buttercup, Mrs. Fernandez cat, and now she asks me to let Bella stay there whenever I have to come home late.”

“Smart girl, isn’t she?” He checks the time on his watch, and makes a tsc noise with his mouth. “If we go now we’ll still catch my favorite pizza place open.”

“Greasy pizza for dinner? Isn’t that all models’ dream?” You joke, watching as he laughs softly.

“Quinn,” someone calls him, making him frown.

“I’ll be back in a second,” he sprints to the other side of the room, talking with another man wearing a suit.

You could see Victoria in the other side of the room between Garland and Boeser, looking like she was having the time of her life. She looked like the ice cream part of an ice cream sandwich, the thought making you cover your mouth with your hand to hide your laugh.

Quinn really didn’t take long, walking back to you and placing his hand on your lower back, like he always does.

The drive to his place was long and tiring, but you managed to make it faster with your remarks about the game. And Quinn listened to you, replying only when you were laughing so hard you couldn’t continue speaking.

Quinn’s house was still the same as the last time you’d been there, which felt like a lifetime ago. The three bedroom house was still only furnished with basic furniture, no pictures besides one with his family from when he got drafted.

“Can I shower while you order the food? I think I’m disgusting.”

“Not really. You still smell like a vanilla sundae to me, but sure.” He answers mindlessly while he taps on his phone, probably dialing the pizzaria’s number.

You shower in the same bathroom you showered the last time you’d been there and when you leave, you find Quinn’s clothes on the bed, also like last time. You smile, putting on his weirdly oversized shirt and boxers, leaving the shorts exactly where they were because you knew that they wouldn’t fit you anyway— and the shirt covered Quinn’s new boxers just fine.

You walked back to the living room, finding Quinn standing in the middle of it, with the TV on, watching the game from just hours ago.

“You played well,” you start, sitting on his couch with your legs crossed.

“Thank you,” he smiles, pointing at the unopened red wine bottle sitting on his coffee table. “Thought we should celebrate.”

“Are you kidding me? Of course we should!” You jump out of the couch, headed to his kitchen cabinets looking for wine glasses. “Uh. I just remembered I don’t know where your things are.”

You open the cabinet either way, mentalizing that it shouldn’t be so hard finding two glasses of wine. Only to hear Quinn’s low chuckle, and his body behind yours— his right hand holding you down by your waist and the other one reaching for the glasses inside the cabinet on your left.

“I like to keep them out of my own reach,” he jokes, but you don’t even think about laughing.

Not when his crotch is perfectly aligned with your ass, his hand hot and steady on your waist, his hard chest brushing your back. It’d been brief, only enough time for him to reach the glasses and pick them up, but it’d been enough for you to feel all over the place again.

“Maddie?” He calls you, and you realize you have been standing there for a few seconds now.

“Oh, right,” you smile awkwardly and walk back towards the living room.

While Quinn poured both of you wine, you contemplated what you should do.

Well, fuck my childhood best friend isn’t a thing I should do, you remind your stupid brain, who sometimes liked to conjure images of what fucking Quinn Hughes would look like for you.

The risk of fucking everything up was high and the risk of falling in love with him was even higher. Quinn wasn’t a hard person to love, and with the way he treated you? The way he was ready to hand you anything on a silver plate? It would be like breathing underwater. Impossible.

Thankfully, your mood didn’t take too long to recover, and after an entire bottle of wine and three slices of pizza, you were back at it.

“The worst thing is,” you started, helping Quinn tidy the kitchen and putting away the dirty dishes. “One of the girls sitting next to us was extremely obsessed with you. I swear, she spent the entire two hours shouting your name even when you weren’t there.” You laugh, remember how Victoria threatened to smash her head against the glass.

“I get that a lot and I already told you, I don’t get the appeal,” he shrugs, placing the remaining pizza slices inside a container and tossing it inside his fridge. “Plus, I’m not interested in puck bunnies. They’re not really my thing.”

You gasp, making Quinn stop what he was doing to stare at you. “Does Quinn Hughes have a type?”

“That’s not what I—”

“You do!” You gently place the wine glasses inside of the dishwasher, closing it afterwards. “What is it?”

He laughs, closing the fridge door. “Madison, I don’t have a type.”

“Of course you do. So that’s why you’re one of the few hockey players I know that rarely makes it to dating gossip websites.”

“You’re being insane.”

You shush him with your hand.

“Let me think,” you tap your chin with your index finger, really putting your brain to work. “Okay. Maybe you’re like Jack who’s into musically inclined blondes?”

“No?” He raises his eyebrow. “And since when does Jack—”

“Okay, then maybe you’re like Luke and like frat girls?”

“That doesn’t even sound legal. I’m twenty five.”

“You’re twenty four, we’re not in October yet,” you remind him, trying to think of other types of girls. “What about redheads—”

He gently places his hands on each side of the counter, locking you in place. He cocks his head. “Why is it so important for you to know who I’m into or who I’m not?”

“I just think it’s funny,” you bite your tongue, contemplating what you were about to say. But fuck it, right? You could blame it all on the alcohol later, even if you weren’t even tipsy. “Perhaps fifteen year old me would like to know if she’d have a chance with you.”

He frowns. “Fifteen year old Madison? Not a fucking chance. You were a child.”

“Boo, you’re no fun,” you roll your eyes. “If you don’t think I’m pretty just say that.”

He rolls his eyes again, mimicking your action.

“I didn’t say that,” he clicks his tongue, blue eyes looking down at you, moving around your face. “Ask me what I think about twenty-two year old Madison.”

You gulp, tilting your head back and staring at him in the eye.

Danger, mayday, Madison, get the hell out of there.

“What,” you whisper, licking your lips mindlessly. “What do you think of twenty-two year old Madison?”

“I think you’re perfect,” he whispers back, stepping closer to you, forcing your head to tilt back again so you could maintain eye contact. “I still think you’re the sweetest person to ever walk on Earth, and I’m going insane over the fact that you’re this close to me and I can’t fucking move a finger.”

His statement shocks you, making your eyes double in size. “Quinn—” you start, but he shakes his head.

“Ever since you got back here, ever since I saw you again after fucking seven years,” he steps away from you, running his fingers through his hair in a frustrated move. “You’re— God, you’re everything and you don’t even realize it.”

“I— Well,” you stutter, not even sure of what you could say. Hey, funny story, I want you to kiss me, like, right now.

“You wear my shirt like you’re proud to, you kiss my cheek every time we say goodbye to each other, you drive me absolutely crazy because I know you don’t care about yourself enough,” he calls you out, and you look somewhere else, embarrassed. “But the worst part is watching other guys lick the floor you walk on and not being able to do anything. The even worse part is looking at your lips whenever you wear those glittery lipstick things and not being allowed to kiss the hell out of you.”

“Quinn,” you breathe, leaving the kitchen like you couldn’t stand there anymore, pacing around his living room back and forth. “You shouldn’t be telling me this. We cannot—”

“We cannot what?” He walks towards you, only stopping when you’re toe to toe with each other. “Tell me you don’t want this, Maddie, and I’ll stop. I’ll pretend I never said anything and we’ll just be friends. But fuck,”

“We can’t do this,” you shake your head. “We’re friends. We cannot ruin everything just because we want to fuck each other.”

He smirks. “I never said anything about fucking.”

You feel your cheeks getting warm, and you bite your lips, hiding a smile.

“This is a bad idea. You know that, right?” You whisper, placing your hands on his chest. “Like, a really bad idea.”

“We’re both grown and it seems that we both know what we want,” he mumbles back, putting a strand of your hair behind your ear and holding your chin up. “Do you want this, Maddie?”

Realistically speaking, you’ve been wanting this ever since you realized you could like Quinn as something more than just your best friend. You’ve been wanting this ever since you realized that no one would ever treat you as good as Quinn did. You’ve been wanting this ever since you saw him again for the first time in seven years, looking gorgeous and extremely, dangerously hot.

You do want this, more than you’ve ever wanted anything else. But things could get complicated and… losing Quinn wasn’t something you were interested in doing.

“I don’t want to lose you,” you whisper, watching as his chest goes up and down beneath your palms. “I can’t lose you. If this goes wrong, then, then—”

“Madison,” he kisses your forehead, interrupting you. “Do you want this?”

“More than anything,” you confess. It was true, and even if you lied, Quinn knew you like the back of his hand.

Or at least he used to.

You weren’t prepared for how his lips would feel against yours. Or how he’d place his hands on your lower back. Or how his kiss would feel urgent and needy, making you whimper inside his mouth. Quinn kissed you like he was hungry for something only you could give him, making your knees weak and your breath quicken, the fabric of his shirt feeling soft under your touch.

You ran your hands through his hair, moaning with pleasure because you had finally gotten what you wanted. And just like your predictions, his hair felt soft, with you gently running your hands through his scalp.

You broke the kiss, gasping for air and resting your forehead against his.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” you mumble, inhaling his sandalwood scent. “We’re friends, Quinn.”

“I know. And I still want you just the same,” he grips on your waist, hard. You were sure that it would leave a mark on your skin and just the thought of it made you go crazy. “And there’s no going back now, baby.”

The pet name slipped past his lips, the lips you’d kissed so bruisingly just a few seconds ago, making you whimper involuntarily. The wetness between your thighs was just a tiny hint of how much you actually wanted him.

“Let me help you out, hm?” He kisses your lips again, his stubble scratching your face lightly, making you remember where you were, what you were doing and with whom. “Let me make you feel good, Maddie.”

“Please,” You plead, trying to even your own voice. You sounded needy and helpless, but you had too many things going on inside your head at the same time for you to actually start acting like yourself again.

He only hums in response, showering your face with kisses while he guides you to his huge, brown couch. He sits down first, opening his legs and looking up at you, his lustful eyes never leaving yours.

“If you want me to stop, Maddie, just tell me, and I will,” seriously, he reminds you, kissing the tip of your finger. “I don’t care how much I’m enjoying what we’re doing, if you want me to stop, you say so.”

“M’kay,” you whisper, nodding with your head.

He mimics your action and moves on with his hands, removing your— his— boxers, slowly pulling them down, until they meet the floor with a soft thud. Then he helps you remove your legs from the holes, the right first and then the left, his big, warm hands on your thighs making you feel wetter.

He pats the spot between his legs, silently asking you to sit there, with your back against his chest, your head resting against his shoulder.

He gives you goosebumps as he slowly trails a path down your neck with his lips, making a wet sound whenever his mouth touches your burning skin. His hands keep going up and down your thighs, slowly lifting your— again, his— shirt to expose half of your belly and your most intimate part for him.

“Place your heels on the edge of the couch, pretty.”

You couldn’t help but feel your face burn with embarrassment as you did what he said, sliding your feet apart until your legs were spread wide apart. Sex had always been something boring to you and you preferred to do anything else other than let a guy fuck you.

But with Quinn things were already so different. You felt close to him, not only because you were literally on his arms, sitting between his legs, no. Truth be told, Quinn already owned your heart, and getting him to touch you like this was heavenly, but also extremely embarrassing.

You moan as his right index finger runs up and down through your slit, barely touching your clit.

“You’re so wet, baby,” his whispers, voice filled with desire, making you shiver inside his arms. “Who got you so worked up?”

“You,” you breathe. “You did, Quinn.”

“Mhm, that’s right, aren’t you just so sweet, baby?” He chuckles, inserting one finger inside your pussy, making you involuntarily try to close your legs, only to have his left hand holding them apart. “Do you think you’re sweet all over?”

“Quinn.”

He thrusts his finger inside you, finding your spot almost immediately, the wet sound of sex helping the blush on your face grow. Then, after teasing you for a while, he removes himself from you, bringing his index to his mouth, licking the wetness away.

Your face was burning, you wanted to run away and never come back, and it was even worse when you caught the slightest hint of a smile on his face.

“You are,” he whispers, tightening the hold on your thigh and inserting his finger in your hole again, only to take it out after a while. “See it for yourself.”

You were going to die. That was it. Here lies Madison Carter, the girl who thought she could handle Quinn Hughes.

“Open your mouth for me, baby,” he instructs, his raspy tone reaching your ears and making your stomach warm. You slowly part your lips, wrapping them around Quinn’s finger, tasting yourself for the first time in your life. And maybe it was just the power of his words inside your mind, or maybe you were too horny to think correctly but if you closed your eyes and searched inside of your taste buds for a minute, you’d actually see that— it was, indeed, sweet. “Good job, baby.”

You whimper around his finger. Quinn slips two fingers inside your pussy, with little to no resistance with how wet you were. His fingers start up a quick finger fucking that echoes wetly in the living room, making your eyes roll to the back of your head, your cheeks wet with tears you didn’t even know you’d shed.

He’s fast, his palm touching your swollen, needy clit every time he thrusted his fingers into your hole, making you moan loudly, not even caring about the late hours. Your left hand grabs Quinn’s left arm, probably hurting him with how strongly you were holding him but you didn’t care—

You had always been easily overwhelmed and with how much Quinn had teased you, you knew you wouldn’t last long.

“Quinn, I— fuck,” your words get interrupted when you feel a third finger trying to get past your tight entrance, a loud moan coming out of your mouth when it succeeds. The stretch making your pussy hurt so freaking good, tears decorating your face like paintings in museums.

Quinn curls his fingers inside of you, making you slightly lift your hips, surprised with how much pleasure he could give you with just three fingers.

“I’m close, oh my god, Quinn, I’m—” overwhelmed with thoughts of QuinnQuinnQuinn, you sit back on the couch, once again trying to close your legs, and, once again, being unsuccessful.

“You can take it, baby, come on, give me what I want.” He shamelessly opens your legs more, thumb sliding left to right on your clit, making you gasp and whimper incoherent words, babbling nonsense that not even the smartest people in the world could comprehend.

When you came, it was like all of your worries went away, the weight in your shoulder ten, a thousand times lighter. You were crying and you probably looked like a mess, but thinking that Quinn’s responsible for getting you like this only makes you happier.

He didn’t stop fingering you, though, overstimulating your clit until the very last minute; until he had you crying loudly and screaming in his arms.

“Sh, baby, you can take it,” he kisses your wet cheek, slowly stopping his fingers. “Tell me, baby, you can take it.”

You hiccup, trying to hide yourself inside his arms.

“Say it, sweets, and I’ll let you go.”

“I— I can take it.” You whisper, voice hoarse and tired.

“Good girl,” he removes his fingers from your pussy, promptly sliding them inside your mouth, again. You didn’t need instructions this time, you just did what you knew he wanted you to, licking his fingers clean until there was nothing but your saliva on them. “You’re perfect.”

He tilts your head to the side, kissing your lips and brushing his tongue against his.

“How are you feeling, love?” He asks after he breaks the kiss, calmly covering you with your shirt again, wiping your tears away with his left hand.

Love.

“Like I’m made of cotton candy,” you smile tiredly, resting your head against his shoulder. You can feel his body moving as he softly laughs, wrapping his hand around your waist and pulling you closer. “Wanna stay here forever.”

“Sleep here tonight,” he offers, and kisses your cheek again. “I have tomorrow off.”

“Well, I don’t,” you chuckle, remembering that you had to be up early in the morning. “Besides, I have my daughter waiting for me at home.”

He laughs, nodding. “Fair point. Then let me take you home?”

“Yeah,” you agree, only to snuggle closer to his body. “Let’s go.”

You end up napping for about thirty minutes before he wakes you up and hands you another change of clothes, helping you change before he wraps his jacket around you and places a Canucks beanie on your head.

“You can never be warm enough.” He says before opening the door, letting you leave first.

On your way home, inside the warmth of his car, you thought about what this would mean to your friendship. Friends with benefits sounded childish, icky, and not something you were looking forward to. And you weren’t lying to Conor when you told him that you weren’t looking for someone.

Even if that someone was Quinn.

“I can hear you thinking.” He jokes, making you giggle.

“I’m sorry, I just— how do we act now?” You finally say, turning your head to the side and watching his side profile.

“You told Conor you aren’t looking for anyone right now.”

“I did.”

“Well,” he starts. “I’m not saying this because I want you to make a decision or anything like that. But,” he sighs. “I’m not the type of guy who will make arrangements to fuck you during the weekends and move on with my life on the week days.”

You frown. “I don't want that…”

He chuckles. “I know you don’t, baby.”

“But I don’t want a relationship now either. I don’t think I’m… ready.”

This wasn’t exactly a conversation you wanted to have inside a moving car, but oh well. It was too late now. Besides that, you trusted Quinn and you wanted things to be as clear as water between the two of you.

“We don’t have to date,” he adds before parking in front of your building, turning the car off. “What I meant is that I don’t share. If you think we’re better off as friends, then I’ll respect that.”

You blink slowly, tired.

“I don’t… I mean, I wasn’t lying when I told you you ruined the dating experience for me,” you mumble, fidgeting with your fingers, smelling his cologne on the jacket you were wearing. “I’ve only had two boyfriends before you. And honestly, I’m not interested in sharing either.”

“We can take it slow then, sweet girl,” he kisses your forehead, poking your cheek after. “Thank you for giving me a chance.”

You wanted to tell him that you had been the one waiting all these years, even if unconsciously. But you had already embarrassed yourself enough for the week, so you just gave him the tiniest, shyest peck on his lips and smiled, leaving the car after wishing him a good night.

Later, while you cuddled Bella and talked with her about your day— leaving the naughty parts aside, of course—, you let yourself dream about what a relationship with Quinn would mean.

Even if you knew that if he really got to know you’d become, he would get tired of you in a second.

“One day at a time, right, baby?” You kissed Bella’s head, letting your exhaustion win.

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[natalieriess]

Sara and I are auctioning off 4 iconic original Warriors: The Prophecies Begin Vol 1 inked pages for charity!

We've never sold originals online before, but are excited to get these pages out of our closet for some good causes. Check out Sara's thread here on Bluesky (or here on twitter) for more information and updates!

FAQ and links to listings under the cut:

"Fire Alone" Prophecy (Page 4)

ThunderClan Camp (Page 26)

ThunderClan Life (Page 65)

Fireheart and Graystripe (Page 260)

FAQ:

“I want to buy one, but I missed out on the auction/want a different page!”

Situation permitting, we will be selling more of these later down the line. We want them out of our closet and into paws that will appreciate them! Further sales will not be auctions and will be priced in the $100-300 range depending on complexity. We’re thinking ko-fi but haven’t settled on a storefront yet.

“Will you be doing more auctions for different charities?”

I would like to, but let’s see how this one goes first!

“I don’t see a page I really want-- will you be selling X page?”

Once we start selling more originals, you’re free to ask us to list a specific page, but we can’t promise it.

“Pages look a little different than they do in the printed book– what’s up with that?”

The lineart gets edited a bit once they’re scanned before color. You (might) get to own versions of these drawings no one else has ever seen before!

“What are the blue marks on the page?”

Sara uses a blue pencil to transfer rough drawings to the bristol board for inks, which are edited out for the final page.

“Do these come pre-framed/matted?”

No, but they will be bagged.

“When is the auction running from?”

Monday, November 11, 2024 - Monday, November 18th, 2024

“Do you ship internationally?”

Yes! The buyer will have to pay for the shipping, same as domestic.

“Will you ever be selling originals from other books (Dungeon Critters, Bawk-Ness Monster, Dibbit and Boo 2, etc.)?”

Let us know if you’re interested in these, actually! We still have most of the original pages for EVERYTHING Sara’s inked in the past several years, and would love them to go to good homes.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

May I please get riddles mom and azuls mom interacting. Some thing about riddles mom being this really strict and judge mental person interacting with someone who got with their divorce lawyer is just so enticing.

Consider this interaction running parallel with this one, in which Riddle consults Azul's stepfather for advice while Azul and his mom check out the cafeteria's food.

Family means Nobody is Left Behind or Forgotten.

There was something to be said about the allure of a strong woman.

Azul felt that sentiment true when he stood next to his mother. Wherever she strutted, the people would part for her, letting the savvy woman in a slick black gown peel and a golden spiral seashell necklace through. Her silvery hair was pinned up neatly and speared with a crown-shaped comb.

She meant business. Ate it, breathed it, radiated it--and every room she stepped into bended to her command.

“I think you’ll be pleased with Night Raven College’s selection, mother,” Azul commented, passing her a clean plate. He swept his other hand over the waiting buffet. “Menu items are on a rotation, but there is always a good variety to choose from. The specials change every day—I have it on good word that today’s recommendation is the mince meat pie. They’re prepared by several highly skilled ghost chefs, some of which were personally scouted by the headmaster from three-star restaurants!”

Mrs. Ashengrotto nodded approvingly. “This will make for excellent market research. I would like to sample as much as we feasibly can. A shame to be without my tentacles though.” She tested a hand, fingers curling into her palm. “It would making fetching the food so much more efficient.”

“There are two of us,” Azul said quickly. He glanced around, making sure that no one had overheard the talk of tentacles. “We can split up to cover more ground.”

“I will stay here. I’d like to receive the mince meat pie fresh—it would be the most accurate way to judge the integrity of its pastry shell.”

“Then I’ll begin with the dessert bar in the back and work my way back to reunite with you."

“It’s a plan.”

With that, Azul took off, vanishing in a swarm of students.

Mrs. Ashengrotto headed for the counter serving the daily special. The line moved quickly—but right in front of her, raised voices flares up. She cocked a brow and craned her head.

A woman in a crimson blazer and skirt, mouth painted blood red, hair gathered into a tight bun, was arguing with a ghost chef. She jabbed a gloved finger at the mince meat pie held out to her.

“You must carve this up into a smaller portion size—exactly 300 grams,” she demanded. “Surely you don’t expect a growing boy to finish an entire pie on his own. The sodium level would exceed the recommended daily intake.”

“As I’ve already told you, ma’am, it’s impossible for me to give you exactly 300 grams,” the ghost chef retorted, sounding slightly frazzled. “Can’t you take the whole pie and divvy it up at your table?”

“The kitchen scales are here,” she insisted, “so it is most prudent for the carving to occur here.”

“Please, ma’am! You’re holding up the line!!”

Mrs. Ashengrotto cleared her throat. “Excuse me.”

“Hmm?” The lady in red spun around, locking eyes with her.

“E-Eeep!!” The ghost chef shrunk back.

Here stood two powerful, poised women—like ice and fire—and he, trapped between them.

“If you would be so kind as to present me with a mince meat pie, a knife, and your scale, I believe I can rectify this situation,” Mrs. Ashengrotto suggested.

“But you’re a customer…” the ghost chef said faintly.

“A customer with plenty of experience in both the food and the business side of restauranteuring. Trust me, I know what I’m doing.”

The ghost chef gulped and shot off. He returned moments later with the things Mrs. Ashengrotto had asked for, sliding them toward her from across the counter.

The lady in red sent an unimpressed look her way. “… And who are you to be making such bold claims?”

“Oh, just another mother like yourself,” Mrs. Ashengrotto calmly replied, "so I understand the desire to see our children eating well."

She had placed her empty plate on the scale after zeroing it, clocking the weight as 60 grams. Then Mrs. Ashengrotto brought the knife down swiftly, so fast that her arm was a blur. The pie was cleaved cleanly. She placed half on her own plate. The whole cafeteria seemed to fall into a hush as she slid the remaining mince meat pie onto the scale.

[360.00 g]

“Here you are, then.” Mrs. Ashengrotto passed the pie to the lady in red. “Subtracting the weight of the plate itself, this meets your specifications.”

The other woman's eyes narrowed, but she accepted the offering without protest. "At least someone around here is competent," she sniffed. "Thank you."

Mrs. Ashengrotto provided her most professional smile. "Please enjoy your meal--and send your son my regards."

The lady in red nodded stiffly. The ghost chef held his breath until the she was out of sight--then he deflated like a balloon with its air let loose.

"Y-You're an afterlife saver, lady!" the ghost chef sobbed. "I was at my wit's end dealing with that hellish woman!"

“Don't mention it, dear," Mrs. Ashengrotto reassured him. "I’m used to dealing with difficult clientele at my own eatery. We're kindred spirits."

"Do you like pies?" The ghost chef eyed the cut of mince meat on her plate. "Hold on, I'll bring you one of every kind we have as thanks for that save! Apple, banana cream, coconut cream, chocolate pudding..."

"Well, if you're offering--but I couldn't possibly have the arms to carry that much pie back to my table."

"Not a problem, ma'am! I'll get some of my staff to do it for you." The ghost chef clapped his hands, summoning several other ghosts to his side. "Boys, let's serve this lady some pie!"

"Yessir! Pie, coming right up, sir!"

"Ahahah, that's much appreciated." Mrs. Ashengrotto tucked a hand under her chin and chuckled. Won't Azul be surprised when he comes back! There will be plenty of sweets for us to share.

[thiccschief]

Taking a Few for the Team, Pt. 5

Part five! Part four is here.

Let me know what you all think! Can't wait to write part 6!

l've always had a fantasy about a sports team breeding one of the players, transferring all their fat to the one player. It's a work in progress, but here's the fifth part! Contains male weight gain, and some bloating/gas.

“Alright boys,” coach announced “let’s wash up and then it’s time for your reward! I’m sure you are all hungry after the game, so let's head over to the buffet, my treat!”

The team excitedly finished showering and left the showers. Still feeling heavy and bloated, Aaron slowly washed off himself, all the while rubbing his round, heavy gut. He could feel his coaches’ heavy load sloshing around inside his belly as he moved. He almost felt like he was in a daze, his thoughts clouded from the events that just took place.

He slowly got dressed, thankfully into his larger hoodie this time. With great effort Aaron walked out to his car. He made the short drive over to the local buffet, often frequented by other college students due to its low prices for all-you-can-eat dining. As he made his way inside, he noticed a couple people from his classes, who definitely seemed to be staring at Aaron’s almost pregnant-looking gut. He didn’t pay them any attention, though, as he was realizing how starving he was.

He piled his plate full of pasta and a bit of chocolate cake before spotting his team across the restaurant. He walked over to a booth with Trevor, Jared, and Trent, who seemed to be discussing something important in a hushed tone. As soon as they spotted Aaron, they stopped talking and Trevor looked up at Aaron. “Saved you a seat, bro!” he said with a smile.

Aaron slowly squeezed himself into the booth and let out a sigh. “Guys, I’m fucking starving!” As he began to tear into his pasta, Trent gave Aaron a judgemental look. “I don’t know how bro, you look like all you’ve been doing is eating lately…” he said with a smirk “It’s like you’ve been eating for a whole team!”

Aaron blushed as he could feel his dick hardening from the teasing, poking his plush underbelly, but he kept eating. About halfway through, he noticed the other boys’ plates were empty, and they got up to get another helping. Whatever, he thought, maybe they’re just trying to get their protein in for the day.

Around the time he finished his plate, his teammates returned with heaping plates for themselves. They were loaded with carb filled desserts, cake, pie, ice cream, the whole dessert buffet seemed to practically be on their table.

“Doesn’t coach want you guys to uh… eat healthy?” asked Aaron, bewildered.

“Hey man, what coach doesn’t know won’t hurt him!” Trevor said with a mischievous sparkle in his eye. Besides, you’ve got our backs, right bro?” He elbowed Aaron in the gut with a wink.

“Being athletic requires a high calorie intake! It’s just basic nutrition.” Jared said with a smile.

“...not that you’d know anything about nutrition, fat boy.” Trent quipped.

“Wait… so now you guys are just going to eat what you want, because you can pass it off on me!?” Aaron replied, becoming visibly panicked. “Between the whole team, I’d fucking balloon up in no time!!”

“And? What are you going to do about it? We know you fucking love it. Don’t you? There’s no denying it now, big guy.” Said Trent, taking a large bite of cake.

Aaron was shocked. And aroused. And terrified. As hot as it was, how the hell was he supposed to keep taking their weight? How long was this supposed to go on? It had only been two days, but he was already approaching 300 pounds! There was no way he’d make it to the end of the season.

But at the same time, there was a part of him that wanted it. He wanted all of them to keep breeding him until he got bigger, and bigger. Until he was practically unrecognizable from all the fat. He wanted to be owned by the coach and his team, unable to do anything but submit to their demands…

He could feel his face getting red with embarrassment. “I… yeah…” he stammered, looking down at the table.

“Thought so, lardass.” muttered Trevor, as he shoved more cake into his mouth.

“Hey man, don’t be so shy about it!” Jared said encouragingly, “the way we look at it, it's a win win! We can eat what we want and still stay fit for the team, and you can get off! Plus it gets you out of practice.”

“Shit bro, *buuURRP* I’m stuffed” lamented Trevor, rubbing his belly beneath his shirt. Despite his athletic figure, his belly looked visibly full. The boys really went to town on dinner tonight, thought Aaron. Was this the new normal for the team?

Before he could ponder much further, Aaron felt his belly rumble. Between still being full of coach’s cum and all the pasta he shoveled down, his belly was churning in protest. *buuuRRRRP* “Shit, sorry guys…” Aaron’s face grew red in embarrassment as he rubbed his round belly.

“Making room for more, big guy?” Trevor teased as he playfully elbowed Aaron’s gut. “There’s no way that huge tank is full yet… Wait here.” Trevor grabbed Aaron’s empty plate and headed back toward the buffet before Aaron could protest. After a few minutes he returned with a mountain of a plate full of desserts; cake, cookies, ice cream… practically the whole dessert section was now in front of Aaron.

“Bro… theres… there's no way I could finish this…” Aaron stammered, in disbelief. As much as his appetite had grown the past couple of days, even this was too much.

“It’s ok man, you can take your time. We know you want to eat it all.” Jared said with a smirk “Besides, whatever you can’t finish, we’ll take care of it for you. It’s all going to the same place anyway…”

Before Aaron could get a word out, Trevor gently yet firmly put a cookie in Aaron’s mouth. “C’mon big guy… dig in.”

By the time they left the buffet, Aaron could barely waddle out, his hoodie beginning to show a sliver of his belly beneath it. He could feel all the food and coach’s huge load sloshing around as he slowly made his way out to the car. Fuck, he thought, if they keep this up I’m going to be too huge to waddle my fat ass around pretty soon… Which is both terrifying and hot as shit.

The next weeks passed fairly uneventfully. The team won all their games, with Aaron watching from the bench. The team was in great spirits, as this was definitely their best season yet.

As far as his new body, Aaron was slowly adjusting to his new form. Walking between classes was now much harder, and he often found himself out of breath. He got many stares from his classmates, who were polite but obviously stunned at his new girth. Next semester he was definitely signing up for online classes instead. Jess was thankfully not judgemental, though she did joke that no snack in their apartment was safe from Aaron’s now incredible appetite.

He now almost exclusively wore sweats, gym shorts, and large baggy shirts and hoodies, in a futile attempt to mask his new girth. He didn’t dare go home to visit family, often making excuses to avoid facing their judgment and comments.

But it wasn’t just Aaron who was getting bigger. He noticed his teammate’s clothes and jerseys were starting to fit just a little bit more snug, their asses bouncing more, and their bellies had started getting softer. No doubt due to their dietary changes over the past few weeks.

One Friday, a few weeks after the buffet, Aaron awoke to a message in the team group chat from Jared: “Hey guys! Team meeting tonight at my place. We’ll have some beers after as well to celebrate the great season so far!”

Aaron felt the blood drain from his face as he read the message. Another team meeting? Last time he walked out nearly 75 pounds heavier than when he went in… and that was before the team started eating like shit! But at the same time… he couldn’t shake just how hot it was to feel his whole team unload inside him, growing him fatter and fatter. He wanted to be their fat cumdump pig so badly.

As the day went on, all Aaron could think about was the events of the last team meeting, his dick rock hard at the thought. Later, as he was getting ready to leave his apartment, he heard a knock at the door. Aaron opened it to find Jared and Trevor there. “Hey big guy!” said Jared, smiling “we wanted to make sure you were able to come tonight and give you a ride! Wouldn’t want our team's secret weapon to miss out on the meeting.”

“Oh uh… thanks?” Aaron said “I was just getting ready to head out…”

“It’s all good, bro!” Said Trevor, with his usual enthusiasm, “We were passing by anyway, we had to pick up some beer for tonight.”

“Ah, can’t forget that.” Aaron said with a chuckle and headed out with the two boys. They climbed into Jared’s truck and headed to Jared’s house.

As they pulled up, Aaron noticed there were quite a few cars parked on the street as if everyone else had already gotten there. “Damn Jared, are you the last one to your own team meeting?” Aaron said with a smirk.

“What good team captain doesn’t go on a beer run for his team?” Jared laughed as they headed inside and down to Jared’s large basement. “I got the beer, boys! And we brought our secret weapon! Thanks to him, we’ve had a record season. Coach is super stoked with our performance on the field. So tonight, I wanted to celebrate not only the team, but Aaron!” Jared held up a beer as the team cheered.

As his teammates cracked open their beers, Aaron looked around the room and noticed that a lot of his teammates were wearing just their shirts and their boxers. And it looked like most of them had much larger bulges than usual. Finally it dawned on Aaron. They all got there early because they all had their special shakes…! And just then, Jared handed Aaron a bottle with a familiar creamy liquid inside. 

“Drink up, big guy.” Jared said “It’s gonna be a long night…”

To be continued...

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Could we get one where Reader is chaos incarnate in terms of personality? No one is sure how Donna managed to tame them but they’re more calm with her? Unfortunately, this doesn’t stop them from snarking and maybe insulting the lords if they try to flirt with them, soothing Donna’s possessiveness without realizing?

Yesss!!!! Thank you for your request!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!! :))))

May the chaos be with you

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Word count: 5,900

Summary: You were like chaos, but she was like calm...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open, I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :))

“How much, you say?” you asked with a cocky pose, blinking comically.

“Well, that's the price of the product,” the Duke said calmly. He was the greedy merchant from the village, and he was ignoring you.

“300 lei for a chocolate bar…” you whispered mockingly, walking back and forth from the entrance to the mansion. “Do you think I'm stupid?”

“I would never dare to say such a thing, Miss (Y/N),” the man said, with a sinister smile on his face.

“No? Well, you are,” you protested with a frown.

“Please, you know that I would never dare to say such a thing about someone like you,” the merchant commented, counting coins disinterestedly. “But I'm afraid that's the price.”

“I don't believe it, you damn fat bastard,” you said with a furious growl. “I wonder if that carriage of yours will burn as well as I imagine.”

“Oh, sure it will… But it would still be 300 lei, well, maybe more for the trouble,” the man answered, laughing amused at your chaotic attitude.

“Maybe more for the trouble,” you repeated in a mocking tone, imitating his voice in an unpleasant way, crossing your arms.

“Come on, don't be like that, Miss (Y/N). Besides, I'm convinced that chocolate bar is to your liking, in fact, I'm sure that the 7 you stole from me last week were to your liking,” the merchant whispered, with a dark tone, but without erasing that fake smile from his face.

“Me? Stealing? Nonsense,” you said, feigning indignation at those words.

“Yes, yes, nonsense… I'm convinced that doll I saw rummaging through the carriage had nothing to do with Miss Angie, right?”

“You can't accuse me of anything. You'd probably mistake her for another Angie,” you said, looking away, lowering the volume of your voice.

“I'm probably a bit distracted lately,” the Duke said, rolling his eyes, rubbing his hands impatiently.

“Too much sarmale?”  you joked, arching your eyebrows.

“It's never enough...”

“Well, I hope after that confusion on your part, you'll give me a discount,” you said again with arrogance, with an evil glint in your eyes.

The man laughed amused, clearly enjoying your behavior.

“Why is that?” he asked, wiping away his tears of laughter.

“Do you know who you’re talking to?” you asked, raising your chin haughtily.

“Mm… (Y/N), right?” he answered, still laughing. You nodded and turned to point at the house with your hands.

“Yes, and do you know where you are? With a snap of her fingers, Donna can make you have the worst time of your life so…” you threatened, just as the merchant stopped laughing and looked over your shoulder.

“Lady Beneviento, your presence is… comforting,” the man said, elegantly, simulating a bow.

You turned around to see the lady in black right behind you, holding the Angie doll, your favorite accomplice, in her arms.

“Donna, that fat guy accused me of being a thief, tell him something,” you said, pulling the black fabric of her dress. She looked at you through her black veil, and then at the merchant, who put his hands up in surrender.

“Oh no, please, we were just arguing about an incident I had last week. Nothing to do with your… Well, with (Y/N). Of course I wasn't accusing your puppet of being part of that lack of stock in my carriage.”

“You see? Come on, torture him,” you said, pulling the black fabric again, hearing a slight laugh from the lady in mourning, who took your hand to calm you down.

“Calm down, tesoro… Go ​​inside, I'll take care of this,” she whispered to you in a hoarse, soft voice, too low for the merchant to hear, although from his expression, you could tell he did.

With a haughty gesture, you turned around and obeyed the lady's command, as you always did, as you always wanted to do, entering the house with an arrogant step.

“Let's see who's laughing now,” you said amused, rubbing your hands as you dropped into the rocking chair, closely followed by the Angie doll, who climbed onto your lap.

“(Y/N), (Y/N),” the puppet said, excited as always when you were together. “The fat guy snitched. How could he have noticed?”

“I don't know, I guess we have to plan better next time,” you whispered discouraged. Normally your pranks went unnoticed, or so you thought.

“Mm, I got it,” the doll said, getting closer to your ear. “We could wait for him to fall asleep and...”

“Pepper on the sheets,” you interrupted, with that same sinister look.

“No, although it's also a good idea,” the doll said, confused. “I had thought we could use the solvent that Donna has in the workshop to light a bonfire.”

“Hey, that's even better,” you said, stopping swinging, but undoing your smile instantly. “But we can't.”

“Why?” Angie asked.

“Donna would be angry,” you said with a sigh, looking at the half-open door, playing with a ball of yarn that was on the table.

“Donna is boring,” the doll protested, crossing her arms. “You have to stop paying attention to her or you'll become a boring, stupid girl.”

“But I love her,” you said frowning.

“Bah, nonsense, if you want a faithful ally, here I am,” Angie said, pointing to herself in a funny way.

“I'd love to take you up on your offer, but I don't think so,” you said with a smile, shaking your head and throwing the ball of yarn to the doll, who protested by moving her limbs erratically.

“Mm, it's a good opportunity to create chaos... But if you prefer boring Donna...” she said ironically, making you laugh.

“You don't do to me the things she does,” you said with a mischievous whisper, making the doll cover her face in embarrassment.

“No! Don't tell me! I don't want to know!” Angie shrieked, pretending to cover her ears. “Disgusting...”

You laughed mockingly, jokingly fighting with Angie, when the lady in black entered, closing the door behind her and removing the black fabric from her face.

“Oh, did you make him suffer?” you asked, pulling her wrist closer to the rocking chair. She smiled and shook her head, showing you your long-awaited chocolate bar and handing it to you. “Thank you, thank you…” you said, amused and triumphant.

Her smile remained on her face, but her gaze searched for the puppet, which quickly hid under the table.

“Angie, (Y/N), have you stolen from the Duke? Again?” she asked in a soft voice, with her hands on her hips. Her gaze didn’t express the slightest sign of severity.

“No,” you answered at the same time, making your lie more evident.

“It’s not my fault that the fat man is clumsy and leaves his carriage parked anywhere,” you said, excusing yourself, crossing your arms.

Donna laughed softly, leaning down to caress your cheek.

“Tesoro … What did we say about stealing?” she asked, staring at you, making you lose yourself in her beauty.

“Stealing is wrong,” you grumbled, looking away. She nodded slowly. “Okay… I promise you that next time he won't find out…”

She shook her head again, with an amused smile, getting a little closer to capture your lips in a soft, tender and slow kiss.

“Oh, no, here they are again…” Angie protested, fleeing the hall hastily.

The two of you looked at the doll and then back at each other. Donna sighed, helping you up and gently grabbing your waist.

“You're such a naughty girl, you know that?” she whispered seductively in your ear, making you shrink, your body trembling.

“Is that why you love me that much?” you asked, with that same playful tone. Donna nodded, kissing you on the cheek, pulling your body closer to hers with a gentle tug, running your hands around her neck.

“Who knows…”

It was just another day, another day in your life, a new life that came by chance in the midst of your mischief and pranks.

Since you were little, you were chaos made person. Pranks, jokes, a shameless vocabulary… You were a tough nut to crack for your family, and for most of the villagers. Normally, people born in that place became empty vessels, submissive, accommodating and polite people.

You didn't know what could have gone wrong with you, because you were the opposite.

Extroverted, daring, a joker… No adjective that could be used to describe you was accurate enough. Maybe you were a goddess, a powerful one, a goddess of chaos. Without fear of authority, of the consequences of your actions, you grew up being the terror of the villagers, of your neighbors.

You couldn't go a day without planning some mischief or responding inappropriately to anyone who dared to tell you that you couldn't speak in church.

Together with your small group of friends, you lived a thousand and one adventures always guided by your lack of judgment and fear of the unknown. Maybe it was your lack of logical reasoning that led you that day to enter where not even your friends wanted to do so, into the lands of the dangerous Lord, Donna Beneviento.

The fear the villagers of that place had made you want to enter that dark forest more and more. After all, you had already raided the factory, the castle and the dam. A sinister forest with porcelain dolls was not going to stop you from sowing chaos once again.

But your actions for once had consequences, suddenly running into the owner of those lands, the lady in black, who was known to be the personification of fear itself. At first you played your good girl card, trying to make Donna believe that you were nothing but a poor lost villager.

You soon discovered that you couldn’t fool her so easily. She didn’t know you, you doubted she had ever seen you in the church, but even so, she seemed to know more about you than you did yourself. Somehow, your desire to be rude and sarcastic disappeared with the breeze that carried her sweet lavender perfume.

She was quiet, calm, sick according to the villagers, dangerous and very, perhaps too intelligent.

Her solitary life in that place marked as forbidden caught your attention making your desire to do evil things disappear when her black clothes were in front of you. You couldn’t explain why but, with her you felt… Comfortable.

Little by little, those little encounters forced by your lack of judgment became a routine, in absurd but profound conversations, in visits beyond the wooden bridge, beyond that waterfall. You, who believed that love was nonsense, a method of life to reduce your desire for chaos, suddenly found yourself crazy for the lady in black, addicted to her serenity, her voice, her gaze.

Everything that happened around you seemed to bathe you in a calm atmosphere and that served so you, the goddess of chaos in the village, began to enjoy boring things like silence, like a caress, like some quiet kisses with the sound of the waterfall as your only companion.

After you loved each other and declared that you could not live without each other, your life improved, leaving your cabin, the village, to live in the mansion next to her, to feel that feeling of peace and tranquility every time.

You were still you, Donna was still Donna. Opposites attracted, or so they said. You were crazy about her, she was crazy about you. Silence and noise, tranquility and chaos, had fallen in love.

With her, nothing was as funny anymore. Playing pranks had become a risky sport. You didn't want to disappoint her, with her you behaved... Well, more or less well. Maybe if the Angie doll hadn't been there, you would have managed to reform yourself completely.

After the storm, the calm came, one of those moments when your thoughts went blank, when the ideas of fire and destruction stopped harassing your mind. Just a few soft caresses on your hair, your head on her lap while she read a boring book, her relaxing, comforting humming... You didn't know at what point you had started to prefer being like this to planning another of your evil plans.

“Is it fun?” you asked, lying on your back, distracting the lady from her reading and her melodic, calm humming. She looked down, intensifying the caresses on your hair, forcing you to close your eyes at the calm produced by her fingers tangling in your locks.

“No, not at all,” she said, amused, bending down to kiss you in the same calm way, settling down on the couch.

“Why are you reading it then?” you asked curiously with a frown. Donna sighed, with that same serene expression.

“You know what? You're right,” she said, closing the book and letting it fall on the table.

You smiled triumphantly, rubbing yourself affectionately against her lap.

“I prefer to look at how beautiful you are,” she whispered, playing with one of your hands, causing your skin to burn under her touch.

You tried to avoid it, you certainly tried, but you couldn't stop the blush from bathing your cheeks at such a compliment. Could it be that your chaotic attitude was due to the lack of affection in your life? Maybe, maybe that's why you felt better by her side.

“But that's boring too,” you said in a childish tone. Donna looked at you curiously, tilting her head.

“You think so? I don’t think so,” she whispered, amused. “Are you bored, tesoro?”

“A bit,” you sighed, trying not to be offensive, not to show the slightest rejection of her caresses.

“Well, what do you propose?” she asked curiously as you sat up, yawning indiscreetly.

“Well…” you whispered, rubbing your eyes, under her ever-attentive gaze. “I still haven’t thanked you for that chocolate bar…”

With that lustful hiss, you threw yourself into her kisses, climbing up her body, letting her hands embrace your back as your lips devoured each other.

“You’re tireless, aren’t you?” Donna said, amused by your erratic kisses, by your shameless caresses. “Haven’t you had enough this morning?”

“It's obvious I haven’t,” you said amused, moving down to her neck slowly, channeling that desire for action into a feeling of excitement and desire to love. You didn't want to admit it, but that was much better than any mischief.

Donna laughed nervously, bringing your body as close to hers as she could while your hips began to dance uncontrollably. Suddenly, she pulled away from your kisses, frowning.

“Did you hear that?” she asked, stopping her movements and looking over your shoulder. You shook your head, cupping her face in your hands and returning to those kisses you needed that much.

“I haven't heard anything,” you said a bit frustrated by her lack of attention to your actions, not giving her a moment to breathe. Donna, knowing that when you wanted something, you got it, gave in to your caresses, resuming the dance of your hips, for a short time.

“Hey! Get away, separate, let the air flow, you disgusting sticky fools!”  Angie shrieked, suddenly entering the living room, pretending to cover her eyes.

“Angie, get out of here,” you said, smiling sinisterly at Donna, who seemed to not give importance to her doll.

“Hey! Listen to me you two!” she shrieked, climbing onto the couch and pulling at your dress, making you growl furiously.

“Angie, go away,” Donna ordered her, supporting her words with a gesture of her hand. The doll, irreverent as always, grabbed that hand and pulled it.

“Will you, just, listen, to me? Miranda has called,” the doll protested, now yes, attracting the immediate attention of its owner, who stopped the kisses, remaining almost paralyzed.

“Miranda?” the lady in black asked, catching her breath and looking at you to get off her lap. You, reluctantly, complied with her silent order, falling beside her with your arms crossed.

“Oh, you're finally listening to me, huh?” Angie mocked, looking at you as if she knew what she had just interrupted. Of course she did.

“Say what she wants and get out, we're busy,” you said, with a harsh tone towards your usual accomplice.

“Like you always are…” the doll answered, jumping onto her owner's now empty lap. “There's a meeting, a meeting, Donna.”

The brunette sighed, closing her eye. Unfortunately, she wasn't there just for you. Her duties with that sinister cult in the village were always there to make you want to get up to mischief again.

“When?” Donna asked, putting on her dress, already knowing what the answer would be.

“Now, silly Donna, are we going?” the doll teased, tugging Donna's arm again to get her up from the couch “If the blood gets to your head, of course…”

“Oh, shut up, I'm coming now,” the lady said annoyed slowly turning her head towards yours. “I'm sorry, amore mio, but…”

“Yes, yes, you're leaving,” you said, with a haughty stance, looking away. Despite your noticeable improvement, you still had trouble accepting that you wouldn't have what you wanted.

“I promise when I come back…” she told you, kneeling on the floor and leaning on your knees, with a sad look, knowing what that meant to you.

“Yes, okay, I know… You're leaving me alone again,” you protested, unpleasantly removing her hands from your body, making her sigh.

“It's harder for me than for you, believe me,” Donna said, slowly getting up, with a glint in her eye that caught your attention.

“What do you mean?” you asked curiously, frowning.

“I don't like leaving you alone, tesoro,” she murmured in a low, broken voice, as if she were hiding something. You weren't stupid, you realized right away.

“Oh, you don't trust me not to do anything naughty, do you?” you hissed in a serious tone, with real annoyance.

“No, honey, it's not that,” she said hastily, lifting your chin so that your gaze met hers.

“Then, what is it?” you asked abruptly, sitting firmly on the couch. Donna opened her mouth to answer, but seemed to regret it.

“It's not important. Just wait for me, okay? I won't be long,” she said in a soft voice, with a smile that didn't seem at all sincere. After a quick goodbye kiss, she walked away from you.

Your head was spinning from that strange behavior and a huge amount of bad thoughts invaded your chaotic mind. Maybe Donna was hiding something from you. Well, you only had one idea to find out.

“Hey, wait, Donna,” you said, standing up, putting a hand on her shoulder. “I have an idea, why don't you take me with you?”

“Do you want...? Do you want to come with me?” she asked confused, scratching the back of her neck, doubtful. That gesture didn't please your disturbed mind.

“Yeah, it could be fun. Besides, I haven't met your siblings yet,” you said, showing a wide smile. That idea sounded better and better in your head.

“Oh, of course, I… I don't think it's a good idea…” she murmured, moving away from your amused posture, shaking her head.

“Why not?” you asked offended, changing amusement into chaotic rage.

“Because… Well, those meetings are…”

“I know that Dimitrescu sometimes brings her maids, why can't I go?” you protested, stamping your feet in a childish way. “Are you ashamed of me?”

“Of course I’m not,” Donna answered, with a serious look, trying to calm you down with her caresses, ones that you rejected.

“It seems like you are,” you whispered, cowardly fleeing from her comforting touch. “Of course you are, you are ashamed of me, you are afraid that I will do something evil or stupid, right?”

“No, tesoro, it is not that,” she said, with a serious tone, with a cold look, trying to be as sincere as possible.

“Say whatever you want, I know. I don't know why you are ashamed, I’m not the one who is sick in the head,” you hissed without thinking.

Donna stepped back, as if your words had pierced her fragile heart. It was to be expected. Both her appearance and her mental problems were the only things that prevented her from calming you down on some occasions. She felt self-conscious about it.

“(Y/N)…” she sighed in a sad voice, scared by that way of addressing her.

You shook your head, closing your eyes and taking a breath, regretful.

“I didn't mean that, I'm sorry,” you apologized in a low voice, taking her hand, which was already beginning to tremble. “Forgive me... I didn't mean to talk to you that way.”

She nodded, relaxing that sad expression and changing it into an understanding smile, caressing your cheek.

“It's okay, I know, amore mio...” she sighed, kissing you quickly so you both could calm down.

“Hey, well, it doesn't seem like a bad idea to me,” Angie intervened, tugging on the dress of the lady in black, who looked at her curiously. “Come on, Donna, it could be fun.”

“See? Angie agrees,” you said, joking, forgetting that awkward moment. Donna laughed, shaking her head.

“Angie always agrees with you,” she murmured amused, playing with your hand. She seemed to be really thinking about it, which sent a wave of excitement to your face.

“We're good friends, right?” you asked the doll, who high-fived you.

“Please, Donna…. Let her come,” the puppet begged, comically clasping her hands together, joining your pouting face, imitating your gesture.

“Come on… Please…” you repeated with that same childish, pleading tone.

“Oh, okay, fine, come with me but…” Donna said, defeated, crossing her arms.

“Yes, yes”

“Yes, what?” she asked distrustfully.

“I'll behave…”

The walk to the meeting was, well, you couldn't say it was smooth. Both you and Angie talked nonstop about how excited you were to be able to go to a meeting of Lords.

You could certainly understand Donna's fear in taking you, but your keen intuition told you that maybe it wasn't for the reasons you thought. What was it that scared the lady in black that much? You figured you'd eventually find out.

“Okay, I'll go to find a chair for you,” Donna said, covered in that horrible black veil, searching the corners of the cathedral for a place for you to sit. There was still no one else.

You nodded, looking around at that sinister place.

“Is this the place?” you asked Angie, who didn't seem to want to leave your side. Had Donna ordered her to?

“Yes,” the doll replied. “It’s cool, huh?”

 “Yes, it has many possibilities…” you said, pretending a thoughtful, intellectual look, finding in every corner of that place, a possible prank.

“Isn't it? I always think that when these fools start talking about boring things. Look at those chandeliers…” Angie commented, pointing towards the altar.

“Oh, yes, it would be a shame if someone loosened those screws,” you murmured amused, shaking your head instantly. “No, no, I promised Donna I would behave.”

“But Donna isn't here…” the puppet tempted you, giving you a few soft nudges on the leg.

“Donna is here,” the lady in black said, approaching with a chair, placing it next to what seemed to be hers. “Angie, leave (Y/N) alone.”

“You boring spaghetti thing,” the doll said, crossing her arms and climbing onto your body, gracefully climbing up your back. “I told you, if you keep listening to her you'll be as boring as her.”

“Angie…” the lady complained, extending a hand towards you, which you took with a shrug. “Come, tesoro, sit here.”

You obeyed, letting yourself fall into the uncomfortable wooden chair. Donna, checking that everything was okay, sat on hers, taking your hand.

“Are you okay?” she asked quietly, just as some erratic steps approached you.

“Yeah, sure,” you said with a sincere smile, nodding calmly. “Oh, it seems someone took the bait…”you commented when you saw the horrible monster of the dam enter. Village Lord, Moreau

“Donna, Donna,” he said with a goofy voice, smiling as he approached you. “You look beautiful today…”

“Thanks, you ugly little monster,” Angie said, answering for her owner, in part.

“And you, who are you?” the creature asked, pointing at you with a slimy finger.

“(Y/N), Sal. She’s Donna's girlfriend,” Angie answered, displaying you as if you were an object, to which you frowned.

“Oh, of course, you're beautiful too,” the monster said, bowing at which you had to hold back your laughter.

“I wish I could say the same,” you said with a grimace of displeasure, receiving a nudge from the brunette. “I mean, nice to meet you, I guess…”

“You remind me of a little human who snuck into my swamp two years ago,” Moreau murmured, approaching you unpleasantly. You arched your eyebrows, slightly suppressing the evil smile that formed on your face.

“Really?” you asked, biting your tongue. The monster nodded.

“Yes, yes, I was locked in my room for days because that little mouse took my keys... If I find her...” the Lord explained, causing you more difficulties to contain your laughter.

“That's because you're very clumsy, Sal, (Y/N) is good. She has nothing to do with it,” Angie said in your defense. Of course, she knew you had been the culprit of that incident. It was one of the things that the mischievous puppet admired you for.

“It's true, my apologies, young lady,” the fish man said kindly, walking away with a farewell gesture towards his sister.

“It seems he likes me,” you commented to the lady in black, who shook her head and a soft veiled laugh.

“You are incorrigible, amore mio,” she whispered back, kissing you on the cheek through her veil.

“Well, well, well!” A mocking male voice reached your ears, making you turn your head. Another of the Lords, Karl Heisenberg, had just entered, looking at you over his glasses, walking towards you. “Donna's special friend…”

“Girlfriend, you moron,” Angie protested, earning a gentle reprimand from her owner, who seemed very attentive to the metal man.

“Yeah, yeah…” he sighed, leaning on your chair, watching you amused. “Hey, do we know each other?”

“I don't think so,” you said, in a brusque tone.

“No? Because you… Oh yeah, you're that little thief who snuck into my factory with some friends to steal my beers, right?” he accused you, pointing at you with his finger.

“I don't know what you're talking about,” you said, looking at your nails with disinterest.

“Of course, I would recognize that good girl face from miles away…” the man commented, with a mocking tone. You, oblivious to the danger, shrugged your shoulders, sighing. “Come on, what do you have to say in your defense?”

“That beer tasted like Lycan piss. It wasn't worth it,” you said amused, with a sly smile.

Karl laughed loudly, shaking his head.

“Excuse me, your majesty. Maybe next time you'd like me to put them in the fridge,” Heisenberg said ironically, with a dark look, playing with a cigar between his teeth. You smiled innocently, nodding.

“It would be nice, yes,” you joked, with a cocky pose, leaning your back on the chair.

He laughed even louder, approaching the lady in black and giving a strong slap on her back, which destabilized her comically.

“Oh, Donna, your friend is so bold, isn't she?” he sighed beside her. She did nothing, she just looked away, you guessed at you. “Rude and fighter... Just the way I like them.”

You turned around abruptly at this unexpected compliment.

“I guess I'll behave better then,” you said through clenched teeth, furious at this shameless hint.

Karl laughed again, approaching you in a casual manner.

“Come on, come on, don't be like that, cutie,” he said to you in a tone that turned your stomach.

“Call me cutie again,” you threatened with a sinister smile, making the Lord look at you carefully, but without losing the mockery in his eyes.

“You don't like it? I figured as much,” he said, slurring his words.

“Stay away from her, Karl,” Donna said, surprisingly speaking for herself, clenching her fists tightly.

“Look at that, your girlfriend's become jealous... That's because she knows there's something going on between you and me, don't you think?” he said, amused. You smiled again, narrowing your eyes. “It must be very boring to be surrounded by disturbing dolls all day long...”

“I like it,” you said, crossing your arms again.

“I'm sure you'd have a better time in my factory,” he whispered, pretending Donna couldn't hear him. You knew she could, as her whole body tensed again.

“I'd rather have a stick shoved up my ass and be set on fire than spend a single minute in your disgusting factory, Karl,” you said, amused, with all the arrogance your lack of sense of danger allowed you.

“Oh, what a nasty girl,” he joked, leaning on his hammer. “Donna, is she like that in bed too?”

“I'm sure you'd love to check it out,” you said, answering for your girlfriend, who was being calmed by Angie's soft words.

“Of course,” Karl murmured, arching his eyebrows.

“Try it in the next life, asshole,” you hissed, with a serious face, maintaining your cocky tone and posture. He stepped back, surprised by your impudence. “Do you mind getting out of the way? I'd like to see something different than your shitty face.”

With a nasty laugh, the Lord walked away from you, much to your relief.

“(Y/N)…” Donna sighed, her voice calmer, grabbing your hand tightly. “Be careful.”

“Why?” you asked, confused.

“Donna, how nice to see you with company,” a dark, seductive voice interrupted that moment. The lady of the castle, Alcina Dimitrescu, stood before you with an elegant posture.

The lady in black nodded kindly, as a greeting. You frowned when the tall woman did the same when she saw you.

“You…” she whispered thoughtfully. You smiled, with that good girl face again. “I know you…”

“Everyone knows me,” you said smiling, blinking mockingly.

“I see. You are that little bird that snuck into my castle and stole a bottle of my best harvest, right? Oh, don't answer, of course it's you, I would recognize that body anywhere.”

“(Y/N)…” Donna sighed, shaking her head and leaning back in her chair.

“Wine? I don’t know,” you said, shaking your head, keeping the vampire’s gaze , who made a small grimace of disgust. “By the way, I was wondering if next time it could be the blood of a blonde maiden, I wonder if it would change the taste…”

A disturbing smile formed on the face of the lady in white, separating herself slightly from you, taking a drag on her cigarette.

“You cheeky little bird…” she murmured, shaking your head. You, unfazed by her overwhelming presence, pretended to be a saint again. “If you wanted wine, my dear, you could have tried asking me in person.”

“In person?” you asked, feigning confusion. The tall lady nodded.

“Yes, I'm sure we could have a most interesting conversation... As long as your dear Donna allows it, what do you say, cara mia?” she asked, looking directly at the brunette, who shook her head erratically.

“I can think for myself,” you protested, attracting her attention again, causing Alcina to bend down and blow the smoke from her tobacco in your face, making you cough.

“It seems so… Well? Do you want to talk in my castle? I'm sure a girl like you has many stories to tell.”

“Mm,” you murmured, nodding sarcastically. “You know what? I don't think I would be up to it,” you said jokingly, with a sardonic look.

“You little brat...” the lady growled, completely taking notice of you game of words.

“Little, maybe, compared to you, of course,” you continued joking, stopped by Donna's hand, which squeezed yours tightly to shut you up.

After those little awkward encounters, at last, the priestess, Mother Miranda, arrived. You, tired of being there, didn't pay attention to the most important winged figure in the village. You could have joked, but you didn't want to. Donna's siblings were one thing, Miranda was worse, she was too important to your girlfriend, you couldn't let her down with that. Or that was your intention.

“Well, you can go,” the blonde finally said, causing the Lords to leave the room, but not before giving you a burning look, full of resentment. You, amused, blinked comically again, waving goodbye mockingly.

The priestess sighed, suddenly looking at you and walking towards you. Oh, another stupid moron delaying your return home…

“Donna, is everything okay?” the blonde asked, removing the golden mask covering her face. The lady in black nodded, and so did Miranda, turning her head towards you. “What do we have here? Are you the famous (Y/N)?”

You raised your eyebrows and sighed listlessly.

“What? Do you want to take me to bed too?” you asked without thinking, causing you to receive a strong elbow from the lady in black.

Miranda looked at you with wide eyes and a surprised expression. She didn't say anything, just that expression of astonishment slowly changed to a smile that spread more and more across her face until it turned into a soft laugh, as she walked away from you, running a hand over your shoulder.

“Take care of her, Donna. I like her,” the priestess said, before disappearing down the hall.

When you were alone, Donna stood up in a huff, pacing back and forth in front of your chair.

“Maledizione, (Y/N), have you dedicated your life to infuriating everyone?” she asked nervously, resting her hands on the arms of the chair.

You shrugged, amused.

“A joke is a joke. I don't care if it's a Lord or a normal villager. I don't discriminate,” you joked, making Donna snort and move away from the chair, shaking her head.

“You're going to drive me crazy,” the lady whispered, removing the veil from her face, revealing her worried look.

“I thought you were already crazy… I mean, crazy about me,” you said slowly, thinking your words carefully and grabbing her waist, earning a condescending smile.

Something in her gaze suddenly changed and, after looking at your lips, she threw herself at them, devouring you with kisses in an unexpected way, caressing your body, sitting you on the chair and climbing onto your lap.

“Hey, hey, Donna, what's wrong?” you asked, stopping the brunette's passionate attack. She shook her head, caressing your cheek while, with a gesture of her other hand, she left Angie inert on the floor.

“I think you deserve a reward,” she whispered in your ear, playing with the buttons of your dress. You frowned and looked at her confused.

“Why? For getting on your nerves?” you asked amused by her unbridled attitude.

Donna relaxed and her expression did the same, avoiding looking at your face.

“No, I... I didn't want you to come because, because I know my siblings and... Well, you're beautiful and I... I was afraid of...”

“Of losing me,” you finished her sentence with a sigh, far from the chaos of your mind.

She nodded with a lost look, with a tear running down her cheek.

“Hey, Donna…” you whispered tenderly, looking up at her. “You're the only one who makes me look like a normal person. I would never give up on the only woman in the world who can make me enjoy calm…”

[givethemsmut]

Cody Rhodes x Reader

Made of Gold | Chapter One

Summary

I was hellbent on finding love in all the wrong places when I tripped over the one person who wasn't buying the rebellion act.

He saw right through me...

Details

Cody Rhodes X Reader

Enemies-to-Lovers

Age Gap (taboo)

18+ (Trigger Warner applies)

WWE mixed with real life

I don’t own WWE characters, IFKYK, etc.

Tons of Smut

Waiting on the side of the road for my bestfriend I knew tonight wouldn't be any different than any other night. We were walking, talking, trouble.

We both would escape our ivory towers where we were forced to wear uniforms to school and behave like the young ladies our parents believed us to be. Together we would sneak into bars and clubs just to get a taste of freedom. Something we weren't going to have until we turned eighteen and left our toxic mansions behind.

Yardbird was a popular bar in Georgia, full of cigar smoke and people trying to feel more important than we actually were. Everything was leather, broken in and full of sin. There were privacy greens and a giant bar. Getting in was easy but not getting thrown out was our problem.

Slipping inside past the security guard that my fellow wild child had fucked made it easy. Our pinkies lacked around each other’s before we grin in each other’s direction. This was where we parted way, making our own trouble, finding someone to love us the way privilege didn’t.

The only difference between us was I was a virgin who liked the chase more than the end game.

Standing at the bar, I ordered myself a vodka soda with cranberry and watched the bartender’s eyes shift down my body strategically.

My cleavage was on display in a low cut bodysuit and my tight black jeans showing off the curves I had. It wasn’t much but I had a butt that sat high and taunt.

“Drink is on me, beautiful.” Laying it on thick, I smiled back but I wasn’t willing to settle.

I had a little game with myself, I would scan the bar and look for the one person I knew would be hard to get and that was my target.

He was blonde, not naturally but bleached, toned muscles that resembled a Greek God instead of a muscle head, surrounded by friends, and I knew I had to have him. He wasn’t flirting with girls or even looking. I wanted the one person who didn’t want to be wanted.

Twisting towards the second bartender I whispered loud enough to hear over the music. “Who is that? People are starring.”

“Cody Rhodes, signed to WWE. They’re celebrating. Wanna send over a drink?”

Bless bartenders for their bad ideas that sound so good when you’re desperate for it to go your way. “Bottle of your best tequila.”

His eyes widened, “That’s $300, easy.”

Slapping my black card on the bar top he suddenly had no more questions. My privlage came with funds, it was the least they could have done.

I sat at the end of the bar, watching him deliver the expensive bottle and point to me at the bar specifically. Ignoring the credit I waited for Cody to swoop over when I saw him out of the corner of my eye.

Setting the heavy bottle down his voice felt like an old song you vaguely remember. “I can’t accept this. It’s an expensive bottle but thank you.”

“I heard you were celebrating. It’s not a big deal, keep it. You deserve it.” I smiled sweetly, pushing the bottle closer to him.

His blue eyes sparkled in the dim light and I felt myself swoon when he leaned into me, “You look a little young to be here. Stay out of trouble.”

He completely chalked me up to a child when he took the bottle back to his table, dismissing any flirting and nothing pissed me off more. No one ever asked me my age before, let alone cared. The fact that he cared about me being too young to be chewed up by the men here only made me want him more.

That’s when I knew if I wanted him I had to get his friend’s attention. It wasn’t hard when Layla and I started dancing together, holding our second drinks, and swaying our hips against each other. There wasn’t really a dance floor at this kind of bar but we made one anyways.

After the song ended, we took a seat at the bar, just waiting for them to bit the way they always did.

My second drink in I could feel the buzz working its way up my body, starting a small fire inside my stomach when one of his buff friends stood next to me. “Another drink of whatever she is having.” Pausing, he looked down at me from his tall height, “Absolutely beautiful”

Offering a smile you couldn’t resist I twisted in my seat, my legs colliding with his and his hand slipping up the outside of my thigh.

I let my eyes look around him, trying to find Cody, and see if he was watching. Coming up empty I slipped off the barstool, my ass pressed against his crotch and grabbing my leather jacket on the back of the stool.

Cody was sitting a few seats down, surrounded by friends, when I noticed his eyes glued to me. Giving him a mischievous smile, I spoke to his friends even tho my eyes were locked with Cody’s. “Do you wanna get out of here?”

Standing up when he heard my words, I tried not to look accomplished when he stomped over to me. “Austin, a word.”

“Seriously, dude? I’m a little busy right now.”

He looked right at me, “She’s under age. You’re stupid but not that stupid.”

His friend was too drunk to even care. “It’s one night, bro. Don’t worry so much.”

The weight of his arm slung around my neck felt like a work out when he started to lead us to the door. Cody’s hand on his shoulder stopped us again, “See the blonde at the end of the bar? All yours. She’s already primed. This one is mine. Throwing his hands up like Cody’s word was law he moved on without so much as an apology. “Where do you live? I’m getting you an Uber.”

“No, thanks. I’m having too much fun ruffling your feathers,” I said before shooting back another shot. I was way more tipsy than I had ever been before and trouble felt a lot more dangerous with Cody’s hand around my arm. “I saw you watching me.”

“More like protecting you. These guys aren’t boyfriend material. How old are you anyways?”

“Keep it down, buzzkill.” He dragged me to the side of the bar where the entrance to the bathroom was hidden. It was perfect place to not be seen. Pushing me against the wall, he crowded me, our bodies almost touching. “No one is looking for a boyfriend,” I snapped back.

“How old are you?” He asked again.

“Almost legal. A few months away doesn’t change how tight my pussy is.”

I watched his throat bob with a hard swallow. “Not my type, I prefer legal.”

“Then why were you watching me all night?” The shots were half the reason for my sharp tongue when I kept poking the bear.

“Because I feel bad for you. I used to be you. Fighting against all the privilege just to make them pay attention more. Hoping a string of wrong guys pisses them off so you choose to be a slut. Am I close?”

Chewed up and spit out the same way he claimed to be protecting me from.

“You’re an asshole,” I wanted it to hurt but I knew it didn’t hurt as much as his words. Pushing past him, I didn’t even look back as the sting of failure settled in.

The cold air of evening hit my face but it wasn’t enough to sober me up. The bell above the door chimed when I looked over my shoulder to see Cody bringing me my leather jacket. “Let me take you home at least.”

I knew there was a sliver of hope and the liquid courage was only cheering me on to make bad decisions. “I’m the F150 across the street.”

Cody’s big ass truck sat along the curb all murdered out, completely black on black. Opening the door for me I climbed in thankful I was wearing pants tonight otherwise everyone would have gotten a show.

My hand found its way to his thigh and I watched his head drop forward in frustration. “I’m just driving you home. That’s all.”

“What if I’m already a slut? What if you aren’t the only older guy I’ve been with?” My hand didn’t leave his thigh, sneaking high and high while he drove.

“Doubtful. What are you, in high school? Why don’t you find yourself a jock boyfriend?”

I sighed loudly, taking my hand back, “Not my type. The next hotel is fine.”

I knew I couldn’t go home like this and I was used to crashing at hotels instead of going home. Every weekend was a blur of mistakes and men that I would never follow through with. I would get right up to the line only to call it a night.

“Hotel? I’m not leaving you in a hotel. I might as well let Austin take you back to his place then.”

“Maybe you should have. I’m not going home wasted, hard pass. It’s either your place or hotel.” I said sternly while gazing out the window.

Making a hard U-turn against the gravel he headed the opposite direction. “I’m not fucking you. Let’s make that clear right now. I’m not leaving you at a hotel to get date raped by some perv.”

“You sound like a lot of fun…” Sarcasm dripped from my mouth as he kept driving towards his home. Once we finally got there he parked in the driveway of a cute house with brick accents and a big yard. Rounding the car he opened the door for me and helped me down like a gentleman. Something about him didn’t just make my panties wet but my heart speed up.

“Welcome to my house. There’s some guest rooms you can use for the night or the couch if you prefer.” Unlocking the door I walked into a complete bachelor pad full of wrestling memorabilia, family photos framed on the walls, and minimal decor the way a woman’s touch provides.

Dropping my bag on the kitchen island I slipped my jacket off. “Can I barrow a shirt?” I bridged the gap between us and my hand pulled his shirt like I wanted his.

Leaning into me, his mouth found my ear and he whispered, “Nice try but you’re not going to break me. I can control myself.”

Rolling my eyes I sighed internally, annoyed more than ever. He left me there to go grab a shirt when I twirled around aimlessly, snooping, taking in his home until I ventured up the stairs.

Catching a glimpse of Cody, adjusting his fresh sweatpants and still shirtless. I wanted to watch but the other part of me wanted to crawl into his bed. Leaning against the door frame I scared him, making him jump, “Jesus, you’re practically perfect. You said I reminded you of yourself. What does that mean?”

His square jaw tensed and his baby blues seemed cloudy, “Yeah, the pressure of a successful family. To be like them, to bee perfect, to make a name for yourself but don’t forget you’re a legacy. The way they want to take credit for who you are but not actually raise you. My father is a legend in WWE and so is my brother… believe it or not, I know exactly why you’re acting out.”

Tossing me a fresh shirt I caught it, walking over to the bed I pulled my phone from my back pocket and pushed my jeans down my legs. My thong only flattered my curves more when he turned around quickly. Not wearing a bra, I unclasped the bodysuit and pulled it off down my legs exposing my c-cup breasts. “I just want to forget, pretend a hotel is my home, be free.”

“Few months, right? You will be.” He peeked, peeling his eyes open to check I was wearing his shirt.

I sat on the end of his bed, opening my legs and hoping it was enough to finally break him when he sauntered over to me. “Even if you were twenty three like me, I still wouldn’t fuck you the way you want. I only fuck girls who leave in the morning and your father would probably love me. I’m bad for your plan to piss them off.”

“Suit yourself, Cody.” My hands pressed against his chest, “It’s not everyday you get to deflower a virgin.”

Leaving his room I stopped on the stairs when I heard him muffle a groan. Smiling to myself I skipped down the stairs and crashed on his couch. I expected him to be up before me but maybe he was simply sleeping in when I decided to let my hand trail down my stomach to the front of my panties.

I had the wildest dream last night, soaking my panties and I couldn’t help but touch myself. I was beyond ready to ditch the virginity but not for anyone, I was Hellbent on Cody now.

His brown leather couch engulfed me, sitting in with my fingers teasing my clit through my panties. A soft moan escaped my lips and my hips chased my fingers even more. I didn’t even hear the door close when Cody walked into the open concept space.

“Whoa. Fuck.” He stopped with a scuff of his sneakers and I had to get my breathing under control. “Are you trying to kill me? Do you know how fucking hard it is to sleep upstairs knowing you’re down here in a fucking thong and my shirt and not fuck you? I have a contract to think about, not going to jail for fucking someone in high school.”

Peering above the back of the couch, I watched Cody brace the kitchen island and let his head hang. “Six months until I’m eighteen doesn’t change anything. I’m not miraculously a different person. All it means is I’m horny as fuck.”

Just starring at me he cleared his throat. “Please put your panties back on so I can take you home.”

Slipping my panties off I fingered the string, draping it over his shoulder. “Protecting me from you isn’t going to protect me from fucking anyone else. Don’t worry, I called an Uber already.”

Pulling my jeans on without my panties, stepping into my heels, and grabbing my stuff I headed outside to flag an Uber down I hadn’t called yet.

I started walking while I waited, avoiding standing in his driveway, and all I could think about was Cody half naked. All I wanted to do was lick every muscle on his body. He could say no now but he wasn’t going to say no forever.

[salem-sapiens]

[Seraphinus has entered the building(you know, the guy from the judge Frollo ask blog).]

[leans against a table in a gay way]

You know, I’ve always thought Mister Judge and Phoebus were a thing. They’re just so…yknow? And seeing their interactions chronicled in your art only further solidifies my point.

No need for my art to show that these two had smth going on.

Why does Frollo smile 300% more when Phoebus is around.

He's frowning and glaring at every living being but when the blonde himbo comes in he displays that 32 teeth smile, like cmon 🙄

Also all that physical touching we get it you want to squeeze em muscular deltoids, be less obvious about it.

[as-is-yours]

happy 2024 summer olympics!

some tog watching the olympics hcs for the soul because i love the olympics and i decided they do too:

andy competed in the ORIGINAL greek olympics. yes she did

with the guard being as competitive as they are, the olympics are a BIG deal in the safe house - it’s like the football world cup but all day every day for three weeks straight

it’s obviously too dangerous for the guard to attend the olympics these days with all of the cameras and media, so they hunker down in a safehouse and watch as much as they can on TV

they used to go most years though, nicky even told nile that he considered competing in olympic shooting back in the mid 1900s but it was too high profile to risk it

quynh was in the ocean when they brought back the olympic games as we know them today. her first olympics year back with the guard she asks andy why everyone is clothed and where the victors wreaths are

nile LOVES the olympics so she fits right into the dynamic when the first olympics of her time with the guard roll around

she was a little nervous about coming on too strong that first year, but when she saw how hard they roast each other and how much they goaded her into being just as competitive and aggressive as they were, she settled in easily

they would later regret unlocking that part of her once they realize how painful watching the olympics with an american is

nile keeps a scoreboard on the wall next to the TV where she updates the medal counts daily and reminds everyone who’s winning (the usa)

joe, quynh, and booker prefer the summer olympics while nile and andy prefer the winter olympics. nicky is just happy to make some money off of booker when france loses, no matter the season

“andy im getting us a peacock account to watch the olympics, they’re starting next week” “peacock account? what the hell is peacock? like the bird??”

there’s ALWAYS a bet going on. for the full duration of the olympic games there is never not a bet going on

nile will be doing joe’s dishes for a month after kaylia nemour beat suni lee in the uneven bars final

booker owes nicky €300 after italy advanced out of the first round of the women’s doubles tennis tournament (france did not) and another €1000 for italy winning the gold medal

andy stays out of the betting for the most part, or just picks the best athlete rather than one representing her home nation

“andy, that’s cheating—” “the scythians were nomadic. i don’t even remember where i was born so i’ll pick whichever athlete i damn well please, and you—” “okay, fine! we get it!”

andy found quynh wandering in a desert, quynh doesn’t really remember where she’s from either so she picks her favorite athletes based on vibe and which countries were her favorites to travel around with andy

there aren’t nearly as many north african athletes as there are italian, french, and american so joe starts adopting the athletes with the most heartwarming comeback/underdog stories as his faves

i feel like nile LOVES usa gymnastics having been a teen watching gabby douglas and simone biles!

that girl was SAT for every gymnastics event cheering on team usa like it was her job

andy has broken her neck attempting to pull off the stunts she sees in olympic snowboarding, gymnastics, skateboarding, figure skating, etc…. but sometimes she nails them. and it’s sick as fuck

nile is from the midwest i know she’s an ice hockey enjoyer. she pregames the winter olympics by making the guard watch miracle (2004) (nicky cries)

booker makes a drinking game for watching the games. he prints out the rules and pins them up next to nile’s medal count. take a sip when an announcer starts yelling, a shot when a random celebrity is shown on the broadcast, and finish your drink when a medalist cries

whenever great britan places below one of the guard’s countries, copley receives a very vulgar and unsportsmanlike text from them

no, quynh does not watch swimming events. thank you for asking

the couch is NOT a safe space. anything goes during the olympics. anyone who gets too mean (or whose athlete loses) can and will be pushed off the couch and exiled to the armchair

i will surely update this as the olympics continue and my friends and i get up to more hijinks. stay tuned and enjoy the greatest sporting event ever conceived

[agendabymooner]

ride home ! carlos s. x ofc (filipino!content creator!ofc)

“and my weary heart has come to rest in yours.”

summary: carlos sainz accidentally outed himself as a married man and his wife is filipino, which is quite ironic if you would look at the history between the two nations. OR mona magdalena was something of a surprise to the f1 world as she’s something of an… ordinary person. but the ferrari driver’s in love with her and that’s enough for anyone to understand.

content warning: established relationship, use of explicit language, unclear plot (intro to carlos sainz’ ofc wife), fluff, lando = knowing something you don’t, poorly translated comments, mentions cheating (no one did), connected to the alessandro/hearth universe (see masterlist)

note: there will be a translation to some of the words in this post (context: spain colonized philippines for 300 years and language/culture/practices were adapted from spain.)

this is a self-indulgent fic. a little bit of it i think. this came from my halo-halo homies’ asks and i was inspired to write. i should write some fernando alonso soon, no? enjoy xx

masterlist

liked by carlossainzjr, landonorris, zildbenitez

user1 CONGRATS MAMITAAAA

user2 welcome back to philippines magda!!

zildbenitez sex or chocolate? liked by monamagdalena

monamagdalena the city by the 1975

user3 i cant believe that you’re working a regular job in spain/england while you’re a whole ass celebrity in the philippines 😭 liked by monamagdalena

monamagdalena duality of a woman 😉

benandbenmusic gimmick sa’n? where should we hangout?

monamagdalena i want some inasal :)

benandbenmusic bet, meet u at the nearest mang inasal then 🫶

carlossainzjr y u so pretty cariño? liked by monamagdalena

carlossainzjr posted a story !!!

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[translation: my wife should just quit her day job and come travel with me]

[translation: there’s no one i would yearn for more than you, my lovely lady.]

tagged monamagdalena

liked by charles_leclerc, blastersilonga, landonorris

user1 ok but why doesn’t she give wag vibes? did she ever attend any of his race?

user2 she doesn’t seem to be like his type tbh. why does she have a huge fanbase?

user3 bestie they’re married- what more can they do?

user4 she’s hella gorgeous

user5 i didn’t even know who carlos was until now :’] magda really chose the perfect one 😭

user6 welcome to the pits of hell we call f1. ferrari’s at the deepest depth - carlos drives for ferrari

user7 y’all btches blind if you don’t see the heart eyes carlos is giving her

user8 he’s so in love i wish that were me

landonorris ok but i’m rooting for you two though 🥲 liked by carlossainzjr and monamagdalena

monamagdalena thanks, lando! i’m also rooting for us :)

monamagdalena you’re the best partner to have existed. mahal kita sobraaaaaa ❤️ i love you soooo much liked by carlossainzjr

carlossainzjr see you soon cariño ❤️

user8 she really said “colonizing his heart” 😭

user9 who cooks better though?

carlossainzjr her because she grew up with a single mother only and they always make the best cuisines - lena taught me how to cook most filipino dishes

monamagdalena most filipino dishes that NEED to be paired with rice 🥲 i get so lonely having to eat rice by myself at times

landonorris you should have me over so we can eat rice together

monamagdalena you betcha. i’ll be making you dinner like it’s a filipino birthday party lando!

user10 now THAT is the dream 😩 imagine being so sweet that you’d make your husband’s mate some roast pans full of filipino food and pull up the karaoke ughhh so mother of u

bonus !!!

translation

mahal / irog = terms of endearment, “love”

[prying-pandora666]

On Alucard and Maria

Are there actually fans advocating for Alucard to be written as Maria’s father figure in the new season of Nocturne? Like that would be a good thing and not infinitely creepier? I don’t think they’ve thought this through.

Alucard is the single most popular character in the franchise. He’s also probably the most shipped character. And yet he has only had one canon love interest in the decades since he’s existed. It’s Maria. And you’re telling me that you think that because he’s 300+ and she’s 17-18 when they started living together in the games, that it would be grooming. However, somehow him inserting himself into her life at age 16 when she’s just lost both her parents wouldn’t come off like grooming!?

Does this man look like he should be picking up random children!? He’s literally terrified of his own cursed blood. Maybe LISTEN TO HIM.

I’m convinced fandoms have forgotten what that word means. Grooming has specific features. It doesn’t just mean “older guy and younger girl.” A relationship with an age gap or an uneven power dynamic can be exploitative or abusive without being a case of grooming. Grooming specifically refers to the process of forming a relationship with a child with the intention of leveraging that relationship and trust to train and prepare (aka brainwash) your victim for the harmful activities the groomer wants to normalize. The relationship Alucard and Maria have in the games is in no way grooming. You know what would be grooming though?

Coming into a 16 year old’s life when she’s vulnerable, traumatized, and recently orphaned only to insinuate yourself as a new father figure. This is so highly inappropriate and a huge red flag. Consider what you’re actually asking for here. These characters do not exist in a a vacuum. They have a long history together as each other’s only canon love interests. You cannot fully extract them from the games, art, interviews, audio dramas, animations, and more where they’re depicted as a couple. There are decades of this precedent and you are asking Netflix to knowingly take the characters with an established romantic dynamic that the audience is already primed to see as romantic and instead portray their meeting as him trying to be her new daddy?

“Oh look! Alucard and his… daughter? Yikes.” This is an official advertisement btw.

THAT is grooming! Think about the optics of this! It would be abysmal! No it would NOT fix the problem of their age gap to make him act like a groomer and get in good with her as a dad. You just cannot completely extract them from the legacy of their relationship in the source materials. It will be incredibly creepy and textbook grooming if you get your way.

Is this really what you want to associate with an “adoptive father Alucard”? Because the art we create doesn’t exist in a vacuum. All the old content—official and fanmade—is still going to exist.

What is so objectionable about the original dynamic anyway? It’s a pretty fun subversion of the tired and problematic vampire trope of “vampire man stalks teen girl and coerces her into being his”. Instead in their original relationship, Maria is the one who pursues Alucard! It’s the young woman who takes initiative and is given the agency to go after what she wants. She courts and woos him. That’s part of the fun!

Yes, Alucard is 300+. He’s also a fictional creature that doesn’t actually exist IRL and stays eternally young. There are no actual people who will ever have his problem of staying 20 forever so it’s rather silly to say he can’t date any humans because of course he will have an age gap with any of them.

The only real problem I have seen people bring up is Maria’s age, but from what I can tell, the show’s already fixed this. Check it out.

In The Games

Rondo of Blood: Maria is 12. She and Alucard do not meet. Richter is a brother-figure and not romantic.

There is then a 5 year time skip.

Symphony of the Night: Maria is 17. She and Alucard meet to save Richter. At the end, Alucard says his goodbyes and intends to return to a life of solitude. Maria goes after him because she has developed feelings for him and doesn’t want him to suffer a life alone.

Maria is given agency to pursue what she wants and prove herself even against Alucard’s resistance and hesitance to let another person into his life.

They spend a year together before we get the audio drama.

Nocturne of Remembrance: Maria continues to try to get close to Alucard. They end up saving each other’s lives and in the end he finally confesses his romantic feelings for her. She is an adult and perfectly able to make her own choices. She chose him. He admits he returns her feelings.

How fandom can look at a story about a young woman subverting the trope and chasing the vampire to get what she wants—basically an anti-Bella Swan—and still find a way to disempower her just so they can pearl clutch? I couldn’t tell you.

So now let’s look at what the show did.

In The Show

Nocturne S1: Maria is 16. She’s been aged up from 12, probably to give her a more active and believable role. But this also means she’s within a normal age to start feeling attraction and expressing her wants. Within her society, she’s even considered of marriageable age. However we are spared the discomfort of our modern values clashing with her contemporaneous ones because Maria in this season isn’t interested in romance. She’s interested in revolution, equality, justice. They’ve portrayed her with so much love and strength. There is no indication they’d betray her by writing her as the child victim of a male suitor. In fact she only meets Alucard in the final few seconds of the season and the two do not even speak a single word to one another.

Now let’s remember the games had a five year time skip. The show only needs two years to get Maria to the adult age of 18, but assuming the follow through with the timeline and go for the full five?

Maria will be 21.

21.

Fan concept for adult Maria. Credit:@esp-art

Are you telling me a 21 year old woman is not old or mature enough to make her own decisions? How is this not a total infantilization of women? Do you think a 21 year old badass vampire hunter needs protection from the ace depressed dhampir boy who just wants to sleep and has in no way tried to pursue her until after she expressed consistent and persistent interest in him?

It is not “grooming” to meet someone when they were younger and then meet them again years later as an adult. That’s a thing that happens! In real life! Adults can still make decisions for themselves! It is only grooming if Alucard behaved in a way that would manipulate teen Maria and put her under his control and authority before she can consent. There is no indication that Alucard in the show is going to do this. And yet the fandom is basically demanding it by saying he should make her “his baby girl”?

And what of Maria’s feelings in all this? She just lost her mother and was betrayed by her father shortly after discovering he even existed. She has lived her whole life without a father. She is in no desperate need of a new one. And if she does need a family member, she already has one! Richter is 19 and is her trusted adoptive brother. Why wouldn’t she go to him over a total stranger she just met and who is half vampire - literally a predator creature that feeds on humans!?

Yeah, hi, Richter Belmont still exists. He and Maria consider each other family. Why would you want her relying on a strange man she just met as a “father figure” rather than her trusted and loving brother?

Have none of you even considered how Maria would feel if Alucard even tried to fill the paternal role? He’d have to force it on her through manipulation and coercion. No way she would want to view him that way. Especially considering she is 16 and likely to be as attracted to the sparkly 20 year old looking sculpted marble beauty as anyone else!

Don’t mind the beautiful eternally young man who looks made of pure porcelain and light. No teen girl has ever been attracted to this, right? No way it could be exploitative and creepy for him to present himself as her new daddy, giving himself authority and influence over her as his child to mold as he wishes, right? Oh yeah, this is MUCH better than Maria pursuing him of her own volition once she becomes an adult, right guys?

We are truly in the stupidest dark timeline.

Frankly, I don’t care if Netflix has them get together or not. They would work just fine as friends too. I just sure as hell hope they’ll ignore the fans clamoring for a creepy daddy/daughter dynamic. Dressing it up as “concern” won’t hide that for some it’s a fetish, and for others they’re just useful idiots who haven’t thought it through.

I implore you to think it through.

[goldthorn-archive]

Prompt: sender braids the receiver's hair.

Pairing: Clegan

cute! a little over 300 words, i liked this one :)

John’s bored. He’s trying to enjoy the day, he really is, but he’s never done well with sitting still. Gale is sitting between his legs, lying heavy against John’s chest. They’re out in a field, far from the noise and bustle of the base. It’s so warm here in the sun, quiet, and one could almost forget there’s a war going on. Almost.

Gale shuffles a little between John’s legs, sighs contentedly. John looks down at the mop of golden hair resting on his chest, brings a hand up to card through the blond hair. Gale makes an appreciative noise, lets his eyes close. They spend a long while like that, Gale drifting in and out of sleep, John watching the sun creep lower to the horizon, hands in Gale’s hair. He brings his other hand up to Gale’s head, tries to make a small braid but the hairs keep slipping out of position after only a few strands. John tries a few different ways, tries to see if french braiding will work better (he grew up with sisters, he didn’t have a choice whether or not to learn how to braid). No matter what John tries, Gale’s army regulation hair (which really, is pushing the boundaries already) is too short to stay braided.

“Whatch’ya doin’?” Gale asks sleepily, when John lets out a little huff of frustration. John doesn’t answer his question, just says,

“When we get back home, can you grow your hair out just a little—” and the both of them freeze at John’s slip up. They’ve been trying not to talk about a future lately, not to talk about home, about the war ending, about what any of that means for the two of them.

But, for a moment, it’s a nice thought, John braiding little braids into Gale’s hair, sitting on the couch in a home they share, somewhere in America.

[kinardsevan]

snapshot.

(finally fulfilling that prompt @30somethingautisticteacher sent me about Tommy dropping facts at an art museum / aka, me abusing my art degree.)

They stroll into the museum and Evan is all but bouncing on his heels as they wait to get through admission. Ever since Tommy mentioned going for a day date, he’s been on a deep dive on the Rembrandt collection currently on display. He has so many fun facts he’s excited to share with Tommy that he couldn’t even keep them all to himself  until they made it into the exhibit. 

“Did you know he painted over 300 paintings in his life,” he’d told Tommy on the drive over. And Tommy had responded the same way he always did, always invested in his deep dives. 

“Really, babe? What else?”

He’d launched into half a dozen facts about the artist while they were still on the 10 before remembering that he wanted to save the best for when they actually got to the museum.

So he’s a little thrown when, after getting past admission, Tommy leads him down into the basement instead of up towards the third floor where he knows the collection is stored. 

“Where are we going,” he asks, being pulled along by Tommy’s fingers interlaced with his. He’s not upset, but he’s definitely curious by this change in plans. 

They make into the basement and around a corner, through an open doorway.

“Photo department is always in the basement,” Tommy murmurs as they start walking into the room. “Why they keep them hidden away from the light is beyond me, but…” 

Evan follows after him, watching with rapt attention as Tommy leads him forward, towards the first set of photographs. They’re black and white prints; portraits. A man at a desk with books stacked in front of him. Another man at a kitchen table from the 60s, metal lunch pale in front of him. A bed with a stuffed animal on it. 

“Chauncey Hare,” Tommy states softly, not wanting to interrupt other people’s study of the photographs in the room. “He started out at Standard Oil Company and ended up shooting all this work on the bullshit that goes on in the work place. Got a degree in psychology and abandoned it all to work with his second wife on working against workplace abuse.” 

Evan looks up at Tommy then, a little baffled. Tommy tugs his hand gently, pulling him further along to see more of the pictures. There’s one of a girl sitting in who Evan assumes in her father’s lap, facing the camera. Two other men also facing the camera but not in focus are also in the image. A blonde girl holding a cigarette in the next. A child without a shirt on, laying in someone’s lap. 

“Sally Mann,” Tommy tells him as he continues to stare at the picture of the little girl holding the cigarette. “She shoots a lot of stuff, but her bread and butter are her family, even now. There’s been a lot of controversy over her work because of the state of nudity, but-...” 

“It’s amazing,” Evan murmurs, almost a whisper. He can’t stop looking at the picture of the daughter with the cigarette. 

Tommy keeps pulling him along, showing him pictures, talking about the artists, moving through decades of images, until they’re standing in front of newer work. Color photos. 

Children standing in a doorway. A boy at a table, looking at the camera as an adult holds a baby in the background. Sisters—a blonde and a ginger—next to each other. Three boys on the floor in front of empty chairs. A woman laying in bed holding a small blonde child of maybe one or two, bathed in sunlight. 

“Jessica Todd Harper,” Tommy says as Evan reads the label next to the image. “She shoots her family too. Some posed, some not. Always trying to tell a story about family interactions and complex relationships.” 

Evan stares at him, utterly enamored as they walk out of the area, head back towards the stairs.

“We can still go see the paintings,” Tommy tells him. “I just… I like the photography.” 

Evan stops walking, pulls Tommy back when he keeps moving. His boyfriend looks back at him, gives a small smirk. 

“Did I steal your thunder,” he asks, a little bit sheepishly so. 

Evan shakes his head, stepping into Tommy’s space, resting his hand on his chest. 

“I like it when you let me in like this,” he murmurs. “When you share.” 

Tommy’s smile widens a bit more, even as his cheeks flush. 

“I just think…most people don’t think a lot about what’s happening in an image. Is it real? Or is it just a concept of what you think is real? Is it telling an actual story, or just the version of a story you’ve decided on?And what makes one more important than the other? Is digital better than film? Some people think nothing will ever top painting, others think digital photography is a hack and doesn’t have the same connotations as film photography because there’s less effort in the process,” he states. He pauses for a moment, somehow getting pinker in the cheeks. “That’s what I nerd out about.” 

Evan grins at him and then leans forward pecking him on the lips. 

“Well we’re just gonna have to go see more photo exhibitions then,” he says when he pulls away. “Can’t have you holding out on me now.” 

Tommy rolls his eyes, shaking his head. He tilts his head towards the stairwell again. “Come on. Tell me all you researched about Rembrandt.” 

(I posted all of these pictures on my feed if you want to see them!!!!)

[x0llaz]

Ten Things I Hate About you

Jung Sungchan

Chapter 1) first impressions

WC~300

Masterlist. Next.

It was Sohee’s first day at his new school, he had spent his morning talking to counselors, teachers, and the principal. He was finally assigned a buddy to show him around for the rest of the day. He walked into the hallway and saw a taller boy waiting across the hall.

“Sohee?” The other guy called.

“That’s me,” Sohee said meekly.

“Great,” the taller approached. “I’m seunghan, I’ll be showing you around.

Sohee was used to the routine, get paired with a buddy who felt pressured to sticking with him until he switched schools again. Make in-genuine friendships that could last just until he was on the road.

But as he walked with seunghan, who took time to not only show him around, but made an effort to fill him in on anything he should know, he felt more at ease. It felt like seunghan was having more of a genuine conversation- though it was mostly one sided.

“Ready for the fun part?” Seunghan asked with a smirk.

“What’s that?”

“The cliques,” Seunghan gestured to the courtyard full of diverse groups of friends. “We have your usual preppies, jocks, nerds,” he lazily directed Sohee’s attention across the area. “But we also got theater kids, IB candidates, and plenty of other genres of douchebags,”

“Riveting,” sohee sighed. It was going to be a long year.

“Tell me about it,” seunghan laughed to himself. “There’s a rumor that the band kids suck each other’s dicks at contest,” seunghan cracked a bright smile that made sohee laugh in shock.

“How would you know that?” He asked.

“Word gets around,” The older shrugged. “Anyways, we can go-“

“Holy shit!” Sohee interrupted as his eyes caught on someone’s figure.

She was slim, with long hair, a pretty outfit, and big eyes that made his heart pound. “Who’s she?” Sohee asked breathlessly.

“Her? That’s Yuna,” Seunghan sighed. “Take a good look, that’s as far as you’ll ever get,”

“What group is she in?” Sohee finally turned his gaze away.

“She’s not just in the group, she is the group. They all revolve around her. She’s the queen bee in her class, even upperclassmen know about her,” seunghan explained in admiration. “But shes kinda off limits so,”

“What? Why?” Sohee furrowed his brows.

“Her dad’s a real nut job about dating and stuff. He hates the existence of teen pregnancy,” seunghan told the younger.

Sohee just frowned. “Okay… what about… that guy,” he gestured to the group of guys by the wall. The guys were all huddled around each other, checking out girls as they passed by.

“That’s jeno and his little dream team,” seunghan mocked. “Ridiculously handsome, but there’s nothing going on in their heads,”

“Huh,” sohee shifted his gaze to a girl who was sitting at a table by herself, earbuds plugged in, drawing on a sketch pad. “What about her?”

Seunghan looked over at her. “Oh man, don’t,” he shook his head. “That’s YN, Yuna’s older sister,” they watched as she continued drawing. “She’s a nice girl deep down, but man can she be a bitch,” they watched as some of her friends joined her. “Her friends are the only people she talks to, other than Yuna, or Jeno when she wants to rip him a new one,”

“Sounds intense,” Sohee felt tense as he heard about her.

“Yeah, but she’s nice when you get her talking,” seunghan said, when a group of guys passed by them. Sohee noticed how other students looked up to stare.

“Them?”

“They don’t have a name. They’re just kind of insane.“ seunghan faked a shiver and sohee huffed out a breath. It was going to be a long year.

First chapter is kinda just a silly little intro! Next chapter will be a full smau and we’ll get into more stuff >:)

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[luffyvace]

Zoro x reader x Sanji poly relationship headcanons

yes this a poly

no this is not nsfw just funnies and fluff

consider this my 200+ (now 300+) notes special

thank you all so much for the support you guys are awesome<33

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first of all idk how you got these two to settle down and SHARE a partner but ok.

don’t think for a second they aren’t gonna argue and fight over you

they argue whether the moon is purple or not

why wouldn’t they do the same over you?

it’s obvious they’re constantly fighting over your attention

and who gets to save you

(which sometimes distracts both of them and you don’t end up getting saved- either that or franky or robin swoop in)

then they’re arguing about why the other didn’t hurry up and save you

sanji flexes his cooking and zoro his swords

they argue over who you love more and who you think is more attractive

don’t even get me started on who you think is stronger

yeah.

your relationship is pure chaos.

on a softer note

when zoro is sleeping

you and sanji have cooking lessons together if you don’t know how

he lets you help prepare simple things for dinner

and you feel accomplished once everyone says how tasty the food is

zoro will mention how it tastes better when you help to spite sanji

sanji is mad but he also feels happy that you helped

he’s conflicted 😭

he just sighs and gives it up this time

only because it’s partially a compliment to you

but if you can cook

sanji will give you tips on how to improve and what spices taste good with what

especially as a first rate chef

he will let you prepare whole dishes instead of just cutting up stuff

loves cooking with you as quality time

plus dinner gets done 2x faster

luffy will still bombard you to go faster tho

the whole crew has to deal with the antics of “who do you think ____ likes more?! me or moss head?!”

“_____ thinks i’m way strong than that ero cook don’t they?” *cocky smirk*

zoro forces you train with him no matter how strong you are

this is a problem with sanji tho

“Lovely _____-chan/kun should be relaxing!! not doing hard work and labor with you!”

unless you like to train

then he will bring you plenty of tasty refreshments and snacks throughout your training :)

They purposely crash each other’s dates with you

you and sanji had been through a wonderful night of shopping, eating and playing carnival games at the newest island you stopped at

there were traditional japanese lanterns that reflected off your elegant face as he stares into your lovely (color) eyes

you were leaning into a romantic kiss

faces inching closer together

“oi _____! there you are! ive been looking for you everywhere! did you get lost or something?”

zoro grabbed your arm and took you away starting to ramble on about the new sword he managed to get a deal on

que sanji cursing him out then sulking and venting to robin about what happened

and let’s not even mention the time you and zoro went on that long romantic walk in the flower field you found

(he claimed to have planned it out but knowing him you knew he’d never arrive to the right destination so you figured out it was a bluff)

but it didn’t matter, it was a beautiful sight to experience with your lover.

your feet started hurting and you asked to sit down

luckily you packed food in your backpack so you had something to eat

you guys had some lunch and chatted for a bit

before long you found yourselves watching the sunset in silence

you turned to zoro to admire his beautifully sculptured face only to realize how close your faces were

you both started to lean in and close your eyes

“_______-Chwan/kun~!! there you are! what a beautiful flower field maybe we can!-“

sanji was livid to see zoro beat him to it and was already living his dream

you were kinda upset because most of your dates with zoro were gym dates and this would be your first romantic one

even if it was unintentional sanji still kind of ruined the moment

zoro and sanji started arguing and you never got your kiss :(

random for both of them

sometimes you take naps with zoro

he usually falls asleep and you come and cuddle up next to him

he’s pleased to see you when he gets up and feels proud, like your big strong protecter

even if you can defend yourself

for sanji

he rants to you for hours about all blue and his childhood

the second part only after whole cake

and it’s kinda venting if you don’t mind

if you seem uncomfortable he’ll stop

but he liked having someone to go to

he realizes how much he’s been rambling and feels bad

he gives you a chance to rant about your dreams

he listens intently and seems almost more excited than you

btw

if your strong they’re glad you can defend yourself

so they don’t worry as much

zoro would wanna spar with you even more

but if your in the coward trio

they always argue over your safety

what did you expect?

they both make sure to keep an eye on you

they would risk they’re lives for you

and two strong men like them?

yeah, your for safe for sure

anyone who dares to hurt you physically or mentally are done for.

sanji would ask usopp to make you some sort of contraption if your regular like nami

once you get whatever weapon usopp makes for you zoro wants to spar even more

”let’s test out that new thing-a-ba-jig of yours”

”ZORO WAIT I DONT EVEN KNOW HOW IT WORKS-“

if your intelligent zoro will rely on you for those types of things

”oi _____ come crack this code”

”what in the world is _____”

sanji praises you and admires you for it

will ask for synonyms for cooking terms and use them more often to try to impress you

will listen to your intellectual rants about smart people stuff 🤓☝️

sanji treats you how he does robin and nami

no matter what or who you identify as

(maybe more—he loves you a lot)

neither of them care about your appearance

sanji is more superficial than zoro

but he loves you and would never judge you so no need to worry about that

he’ll always praise you and have heart eyes around you

praises you how he does nami and robin

zoro gets annoyed and tells him to shut up

it’s not that he doesn’t agree it’s just he’s tired of all the yelling

he’s trying to nap

”WHAT?! you don’t think ____ is absolutely amazing in every way?!”

they start fighting

of course

if your fine with the chaos you’ll pretty much be okay

but if it annoys you, you’ll probably loose your sanity

have fun with your new guard dogs!