#well not likely to say the least. unless i take like two weeks and write like 6k+ every single day which is

[no-144444]

HI! i love your writing and i was wondering if you would do a grid reacts to us finding out we were a bet? And if you wouldn't mind adding Logan too?

Thanks ml xxxx

the grid reacts: you find out you're a bet!

Featuring: Oscar Piastri, Logan Sargeant, Daniel Riccardo, George Russell, Alex Albon, Charles LeClerc, Lewis Hamilton, Max Verstappen, Lando Norris

thank you for requesting! xxxx

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Oscar Piastri:

He walked into your shared apartment, a smile on his face. He hadn’t seen you in a week, and you’d both been too busy to call or text too much, so finally, he’d be back with his girl. 

He wasn’t expecting the bare apartment he’d known so well before you’d moved in. He wasn’t expecting your things to be gone, or the note on the table, or your engagement ring beside it. 

Dear Oscar, 

I found out. I know we were a bet, and I know you’d try to convince me that you loved me, and that it was all real. I don’t doubt that it was real. I know I loved you, and I felt the love from you (either that, or you’re a brilliant actor and picked the wrong profession). But I feel betrayed. I wish you would’ve just come to me immediately and told me how we started, even if I was mad at you for a while. You kept a huge secret for 2 years, Oscar. That’s not a short amount of time. I love you, and I still love you, but I need some time on my own to figure stuff out. I moved back out into my old apartment, and don’t worry, I’m still your girlfriend, but I just wanted space to think. We’ll work our way back up to being fiancé’s but until then, I am still very much yours, unless you don’t want me to be. I need to trust you again. 

Love, Y/n. 

His heart sank. He knew it was stupid to try and keep it a secret, and it had truly been tearing him apart for the last 2 years, but this… this was too much. He was thankful that you two at least we’re breaking up. But the engagement reversal thing was fucking with him. He adored you. He loved you. Yes, it was stupid, but he did stupid stuff all the time. Forgetting his keys, sleeping through his alarm, wearing his shirt inside out. You always told him it was endearing. 

“Hey,” your voice brought him out of his trance. “I wanted to be here when you came back, sorry, there was traffic.”

He turned around to see you. You looked at him. He was crying.

“I’m so sorry,” his voice broke as you nodded. 

“I know you are,” you stepped closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “We’ll get through this, yeah?”

He nodded, burying his head in the crook of your neck. You let him cry it out for a little while, then pulled away. 

“You’ll be ok, we’ll be ok, yeah?”

He sniffled. “Yeah.”

“I love you,” you reminded him, wiping away tears as you went along. 

“I love you so much, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I just… I was so scared a-and-”

“I understand,” you nodded. “But that doesn’t mean I forgive you.”

He nodded, playing with your engagement ring in his hands. He broke again, sobbing. You wrapped your arms around him again, letting him calm himself down. “Please put it back on,” he whispered, begging you. 

You thought about it for a moment. You loved Oscar, and you knew you’d forgive him. It was harder not to forgive him, in all honesty. You’d read his hundreds of drafts of the speeches he had planned to say to you. Lando had shown them to you when he told you. You knew how this had been tearing him apart. But you knew how it stung, being betrayed like this. 

“Ok,” you nodded. He slipped the ring back onto your finger and a weight was lifted off of his chest, while one was placed onto yours. 

God, maybe love did conquer all. And that idea fucking terrified you. 

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Logan Sargeant:

“Go up to her, she’s a McLaren engineer,” Lewis’s friend’s voice rang out over the speaker of your phone. “I’ll give you 2 grand if you can fuck her tonight.”

“It’s not like I need the money,” Logan smirked, cocky as ever. “But I’ll take that.”

The camera panned to Logan walking up to you, and your world shattered. 

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“Hey babe,” he called, walking into the apartment. There you were sitting, seething on the couch. “How was your weekend?”

“Great,” you answered shortly. “Have you looked at social media recently?”

“No, why?” he asked, resting his hands on your waist. He tried not to read into your stiff posture. Was this the moment? Had you really found out? 

“I was a bet,” you sighed, brushing his hands off of you. “And you didn’t even have the heart to tell me.”

You hadn’t planned on crying, you thought you’d scream at him, give him a piece of your mind, but it was hard to get angry when he was standing there, looking so helpless. You loved him, and all you’d ever been to him was a bet. You’d only met a year ago, started dating 6 months ago. You’d meant nothing the entire time. Just a fuck and a check. You just felt… defeated, and used. 

“Baby please, let me explain, it’s not what-” He started but you sighed.

“Explain what? That you ‘love’ me? I don’t care. I deserve someone who tells me the truth, and you couldn’t even do that. I had to find out with the rest of the world. Don’t you realise how stupid I look? All the posts I made, everything I told my friends and family, and the entire time it’s all been a lie? I look like a fucking idiot.” 

Logan looked down, ashamed. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered, taking your hand. “I’ll do anything to make this right, please Y/n, I love you.”

“How am I supposed to trust you? And how am I going to look going back to you? Why did you fuck this all up?” You groaned in frustration. “I fucking loved you!” 

“I love you too!” he pleaded. “Please let me make this right, I don’t care about the media, or whatever, I care about you, and I care about us.”

“What ‘us’? We’ve been based on a lie this entire time!”

“Please don’t say that,” he was crying now, so were you. “Please don’t say it was a lie.” 

You took your hand from his. “Logan, we’re done. Please don’t contact me.”

And that was that. He broke your heart and you broke his. 

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Daniel Riccardo: 

He watched in horror as you opened the message on his phone from Scotty. 

“You have to tell her. This isn’t right anymore Dan.”

“What is Scott talking about?” You chuckled. 

“Nothing,” Daniel smiled, but it looked forced. 

“Dan, come on, you can tell me,” you smiled sweetly. 

“Seriously, I have no clue what he’s talking about,” he nervously chuckled. 

Your face dropped into an angry frown. “So he was right, you wouldn’t even admit it if I gave you the chance,” you sighed. “That’s great, thanks Daniel.” 

“What do you mean?”

“I know about the bet,” you sighed. “Scotty told me last week.”

Daniel sighed. “I’m sorry.”

“Me too,” you turned to him. “Why would you lie?” 

“I was scared.”

“Of what?” 

“Of losing you,” he shrugged. “I thought it would just be better to… keep you in the dark I guess. I wasn’t really thinking straight.”

“I wish you would’ve just told me,” you sighed, looking up at him. 

You were both silent for a moment.

“What does this mean for us?” he asked. 

“What ‘us’? We were based on a lie Daniel. A lie you told for a whole year.”

“So that’s it?” he gritted out. 

“That’s it.”

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George Russell: 

“Have you talked to her about it yet?” Alex asked. “You have to tell her mate, it’s gone on too long.”

“It’s been 6 months Alex, and, by the way, I actually love her,” he scoffed. “I’m trying to figure out the best way to explain it.”

“Explain what? That you were dared to ask her out for money? Mate, you sound like a dick no matter what, she’ll break up with you no matter what,” Alex sighed, disappointed in his friend. 

“She’s probably right to,” George admitted. “Fuck!” he groaned. 

You stepped into the room, trying to pretend that everything was alright. Both of the men looked up, terrified of what came next. 

“Please let me explain,” George rushed out, taking your hand. Alex quickly left you two to speak alone, patting you on the back as he left. George stood up and took your hand. 

You nodded. “Explain.”

George’s frown lifted slightly, elated that you would even give him the chance to explain. “It was a stupid bet and I never took any money. I stopped speaking to the guys after we met, and I promise I’ve been trying to tell you, I just… I get scared every time that I’ll lose you. I don’t deserve you, but I love you Y/n. And I’m so sorry.”

You nodded. “I just… give me some time, yeah?”

He nodded. “All the time you need, of course.” 

You took a deep breath, wrapping your arms around his neck in a short hug. “I’ll call you, yeah?”

He nodded, letting himself enjoy your embrace. “Please call me. Anytime.”

You pulled back, still holding back your tears somehow. “Yeah. Good luck today.”

“If I win, it’ll be for you. It’s always for you,” he smiled softly. 

“Yeah,” you sighed, leaving with a broken heart, and a choice to make. 

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Alex Albon: 

“Can we talk?” Alex asked, 2 months in.

“About what?” you questioned. You were sitting in his apartment in Monaco, eating dinner before catching a movie at a nearby cinema. 

“How we met.”

“Proceed,” you nodded, turning your full attention to him. 

“We met at Jimmy’s, and I was there with my friends, and we were being assholes, and I'm sorry that’s how you met me,” he hesitated. “And that night, I was dared to go up to you, only because they knew I’d never get a chance with you because you’re… well, you’re you, and I’m me. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, but we were just having so much fun and-”

“You thought you couldn’t get a chance with me?” You chuckled. 

Alex looked up. “Well, no. You’re gorgeous-”

“You’re a very hot Formula 1 driver! Alex, I was losing it when you came up to me!” 

“I thought you didn’t know anything about F1?!” 

“I don’t! But I know about hot famous guys!”

“You liar!” he laughed. 

“You lied too!” you laughed. 

He smiled. “ I guess we’re pretty evenly matched then, yeah?”

“I guess,” you shrugged, then leaned over and pressed your lips to his. 

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Charles Leclerc: 

You and Charles were new, like new new.But he’d invited you to the paddock nonetheless, and you had the weekend off, so off you went to the Ferrari garage. You’d met the so-called ‘Prince of Monaco’ at an Indycar event a few months back when he got your number, and since then you’d been texting back and forth. He finally asked you out, and you agreed, I mean, who wouldn’t, right? Even though you worked in Indycar, you were a born and raised Monegasquean and you were proud of your heritage, and pretty excited to be dating the Monegasque. 

“Oh shit,” Pierre grumbled, bumping into you. Recognition finally crossed his face and he smiled. “Y/n, right? We met at the Indycar thing, right?”

“Hi Pierre, yeah, nice to see you,” you smiled. Behind him came Charles, a bright smile for you. 

“Are you here for work or-? Oh, for Charles,” he smirked and turned back to Charles . “Le pari est-il toujours valable?” (is the bet still on?)

Your face faltered. Charles didn’t tell you about any bet. What bet?

“Je ne lui ai pas encore dit,” Charles mumbled. Pierre’s smirk grew, as did the sinking pit in your stomach. (I haven’t told her yet.)

“Hey,” Charles turned to you with a smile on his face. 

“Hi,” you nodded, more reserved than before. “Congrats on pole.”

His smile dampened. “Is everything alright?”

“All good,” you mustered up your fakest smile. “Ne parie peut-être pas sur une fille qui vit à Monaco, connard.” (Maybe don't make a bet over a girl who lives in Monaco, asshole.) 

Charles looked dumbstruck for a moment, and you left him like that. You were worth more than that. 

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Lewis Hamilton: 

“Have you told her yet?” George asked, eying you from the other side of the garage. 

Lewis shook his head. “I can’t find the right time.” “You need to tell her soon, it’s only a matter of time before someone else tells her.” 

“I know I do, I just… everytime I try to bring it up it’s like she’s extra sweet and perfect and I just can’t break her heart like that-”

“Break who’s heart?” you asked, standing beside Lewis. 

George shot him a look to say ‘tell her now’, and he nodded. George left you two to talk. 

“I was… I came up to you… I-”

“It was a bet to ask me out, I know,” you nodded, sipping your drink. “Whose heart are you breaking?”

Lewis’s brow furrowed. “Yours?”

“I overheard you and your friends at the bar that night,” you explained. “I don’t care. We’re dating because of it, I love you, blah, blah, blah,” you smiled. “Unless it’s been a charade the whole time-”

“NO! It hasn’t, I love you, I promise,” he wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed kisses to your cheek as you laughed. 

“You thought that would break my heart?”

His ego was becoming a little bit more than bruised. “Hey!”

You laughed. “OK, ok, relax. Yes, it would’ve broken my heart,” you teased. 

He pushed you off, smiling. “I don’t want your pity-”

“Not even a pity fuck?” you whispered, a mischievous smirk on your lips.  

He smiled. “Well, I always want that.”

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Max Verstappen: 

“Fuck this game!” Max cursed after his game had crashed for the third time. You made your way into the living room, looking in on the game.

“Everything alright?” you asked. 

“All good, sorry liefje,” he responded, not even turning around. 

“Is that the girl we put the bets on?” One of his friends asked. Max panicked and shut down the stream, then immediately turned to you. 

“Liefje…” he started. You stood there in shock. 

“Is that true?” you started. “Was I a fucking bet?!” you shouted. 

“It- I- Yes, it started like that, but I love you, I-I’m in love with you!” 

“How can I ever fucking trust you?” you shot back. “You’re a liar!”

“I’m sorry-”

“What the fuck does ‘sorry’ do? I’m leaving Max. You are so not the man I thought you were,” you pushed past him, grabbing some of your essentials from your bedroom as he followed behind you, begging you to stay. 

You left. He was the one who messed up. 

All because of a dumb bet. 

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Lando Norris: 

He was sweating through his shirt. Max’s eyes bore into him all night, more specifically, how his arm was draped over your shoulder. He understood his best friend’s confusion. It was mere months ago that Lando had been dared to go up to you and ask you out, mere months ago when he sent a photo into the group chat of you sleeping soundly beside him, asking for the transfers from the men who’d told him to ask you out and somehow get you back into his bed before the next morning. Since then, things had in fact changed. He had changed. You had changed him.

“Lan,” Max hissed. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Max,” Lando mumbled. “Not now.”

“She deserves to know,” Pietra shook her head. “Y/n, listen to me, I know Lando had probably been a lovely guy but he asked you out because he was dared to-”

“Pietra!” Lando groaned. “What the fuck!”

You turned to Pietra, pushing Lando’s arm off of you. “Are you serious?”

“She’s telling the truth,” Max added. 

“Y/n please, just let me explain-”

“There’s nothing to fucking explain. You’re an asshole, don’t call me again,” you scoffed, getting up and leaving with Pietra following quickly behind. 

Lando was helpless.

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not alone - spencer reid જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩

requests are always open <3

spencer reid x lonely!reader

summary: reader is a university student and hits up bars as a product of feeling isolated/blown off from their friends. but this time they meet a very peculiar person who they spend the night with

a/n: okay don't judge this i'm not the best at writing smut this could be really bad

warnings: 18+, oral (f receiving), p in the v, not overly graphic but its still there yk

❤️‍🔥smut

Here you were again stumbling into another bar. It now seemed like a weekly occurence, which seemed a little sad. I mean if you told someone you end up in a bar at least once a week they'd think you'd have some serious drinking issues, or you were depressed, or both. These vists to bars where mainly fuelled by your friends, they were either busy studying or with their boyfriends, sometimes even leaving days to go back home when college got a bit much. So as you seated yourself at the bar you had the usual expectation of how this night was going to go, a drink and people watching probably and sulking, yeah definitely sulking.

You see the usuals at the bar. A family man slumped over his drink morosely, groups of girlfriends getting drinks and celebrating, asshole men hitting on women, two co workers drinking and laughing. Watching these people made your heart ache a little. How you so desperately wished for a little human connection right now. Any connection would do you wouldn't care, a friend, a stranger, even idle talk with bartender. You even wouldn't mind a little bit of physical connection. Your eyes scan the bar until the landed on him. This guy who sat alone sipping on a drink thoughtfully, he looked meek almost. You could tell he was the kind of guy who'd get bossed around alot by women, especially if they give him a bit of attention. So with a hesitant push to stand up you make your way over to him.

"Hi. You mind if I sit?" you question. You see his face properly for the first time.He was young, shockingly younger than you thought with big round brown eyes and soft pink lips. Why, he's got to be around your age maybe 24? 25?.

"Uh no, no I don't mind, don't mind at all." he stutters. You can see the flustered look on his face obviously indicative that he dosen't get approached alot.

"So whats your name"

"Spencer Reid. I-uhm whats your's?"

"Y/n. So what college do you go to?" you inquire. Maybe this could be your chance to befriend someone to lean on when your friends unsurprisingly blow you off once again.

"College? No I don't go to college, I uhm work for the BAU full time at the FBI." he states. Well that shocked you a bit. This young, lanky looking guy who looked like he couldn't lift anything heavier than a chair was in the FBI? You have got to be joking.

"Don't you have to have a degree for that? And your like what? 24? 25? Degrees take a long time so I'm not understanding how that lines up. Unless your a genius or something."

"I have an iq of 187, an eidetic memory and can read 20,000 words per minute" he rambles, but he notices you shoot him a 'get to the point look'. "Yes I am a genius. And to answer your question yes you need a degree, sometimes even a PHD or a B.A."

You look at him baffled, you could've deducted he was smart from his nerd get up but this smart? Wow how were you supposed to keep up?

"Wait so how old are you?" you inquire

"24"

"Oh same" you say which brings a smile to his face. A very sweet handsome smile. Oh my god are you seriously rambling about some genius you met in a bar less then 10 minutes ago?

"So whats you degree in?" You ask

"Well i have multiple degrees. I have 3 PhD's in chemistry, math and engineering and I have two B.A's in psychology and sociology. So I'm assuming you're a uni student whats your degree in? "

"History."

"Oh yeah?" he says intrigued

"Yeah." you echo like a prayer. This Spencer guy was clearly flustering you a tad and massively impressing you.

So it was even more of a shock to the system when you are clumsily unlocking your apartment dorm with his arms wrapped around you from behind sucking on your neck. The two of you still tipsy crash your lips into one anothers as soon as the door closes. You didn't have a lot of time to think but you could tell where this was going. Now Spencer is a attractive genius you met at a bar 2 hours ago, how well is he going to go during sex? The horrifying thought of him being a virgin crosses your mind as well. You wouldn't usually take a chance on a guy like Spencer but you were lonely and now well a little needy. By the time you two are stumbling into your bedroom practically glued to each other you've accepted Spencer may not satisfy you at all. You were kind of okay with that. At least you were with someone and not sulking alone in your room which you usually do at this hour.

You sit back on the beg tugging on his tie signalling for him to come with you.

"Have you had sex before?" you breathe into his lips. He laughs softly. Why was he laughing? Was he nervous? Did he think your ridiculous for asking such a question?

"Yes I have. Why don't think I can satisfy you baby?" The term of endearment flusters you once again. 'I can't believe you are getting so nervous around a guy who probably plays crosswords in his free time' you say mentally scolding yourself.

You spend so much time talking to yourself in your head you don't even notice the lower half of you is naked and he's eating you out like a man starved eliciting little moans from you. Oh so he's good. You were a little annoyed about his awkwardness falsely led you to thinking he would suck. But you were so wrong. You can't even focus on the pleasure he's giving you because your just thinking about him. How.. No, no not perfect he is. Okay well maybe he's a little perfect. No hookup had ever treated you so gently before. His hand's cradled the backs of his thighs tracing little comforting patterns. You had to admit it gave you a little whiplash. Here he was being all gentle and soothing while his head was practically smooshed into the junction of your thighs. Your hand combs through his mousy hair tugging at the strands. No hookup had ever even bothered on foreplay ever, or was so generous. Your general conclusions about hookups is that 80% of the time it was more about them than you. But, it seems Spencer Reid was an anomaly. When you feel the familiar feeling of warmth and tingles wash over you he kisses your legs softly.

"Your being so good for me." he mumbles more to himself then you and you smile at his praise. He positions himself over you ridding himself of his clothes and the rest of yours between kisses.

"Seems like I got you all smiley huh sweetheart" he teases which earns him a nod and he chuckles leaning into give you a gentle kiss. The way he made you feel when he was inside you was like heaven on earth. Not only did he make you feel physically good, but he made you feel good about yourself. Confident, safe, perhaps even a little loved?

"Yeah that's it. Your being so good for me angel. There we go. Feels good huh? Better than you expected?" he murmurs gently. You roll your eyes at his little surge of confidence but nod a little as your hands tangle together.

"You're so beautiful" you blurt starry eyed before whining.

"Thank you, I should be saying that to you, you know but looks like you beat me to it." he laughs. Before you knew it that wave crashed over you again a little harder this time leading to you moaning his name a little louder than you would've liked. His movements sped up, he himself whining and groaning loudly before squeaking. His release leaking into the latex sheath. You were right about one thing he was a little submissive after all. He slowly guides himself out with a soft pop, discarding the now sticky latex and pulling his boxers on. You try to sit up but his hand guides you to gently lay back down.

"Stay there, let me go get something to clean you up angel. It's the least I can do for you." he whispers pressing a kiss to your cheek before wandering off to the bathroom. You lay there and sticky satisfied mess. Without Spencer you felt a little cold and empty, but he made you feel more at ease and safer then you'd ever felt before which astounded you. He comes back with a warm wet cloth wiping down your intimate areas and sweat all while murmuring sweet words of praise and compliments.

"Do you want to stay here tonight?" you mumble quietly.

"Yeah if that's okay with you my apartments a little far from here. Just.. if I leave before you wake up I'm sorry but my work's pretty demanding. "

"No thats all good." you say as he pulls you to settle in his arms.

"Thank you" he whispers into your hair.

"For what?"

"For letting me see you like that." you smile at his sickenly sweet sentence. 'Is this guy real?' You think to yourself as you drifted into sleep enveloped by his arms.

The next morning your bed's empty but your not too torn up about it because Spencer warned you the night before. You sigh rubbing your face as you sit up and spot a note on your bedside table.

"Y/n I'm sorry that I had to leave I got called in on a case. I really enjoyed what we did last night and again I want to thank you. In fact, I liked it so much I wanna see you again. Maybe this time with a little more clothes on so we can get to know each other a bit better. Anyways heres my number and I hope we can get coffee or something along those lines its really your choice . But hopefully sometime soon :)" - Spencer

You smile at the note giddily. Maybe this was the start of something great?

[churipu]

hihi i love ur works sm and i was wondering if i can request where the reader has an argument w the jjk men?? preferably w nanamin + any other characters :3 thank you in advance ^___^

BAD BLOOD — ARGUMENTS WITH JJK MEN !

featuring. nanami kento, choso, megumi fushiguro x reader

warnings. cursing, yelling, slight angst (ends in fluff dw).

note. hi anon, thank you for loving my works, it means a lot to me. and i love this request, i've been feeling like crap for the whole day so this is just what i needed! i hope you like this one <;33 and for anons who have sent in request, i'm writing them down and keeping them in my drafts for daily posts, so don't worry about it!

NANAMI KENTO. i feel like arguments with nanami will be very soft but angry. nanami is a gentle person, and he just hates the thoughts of saying something hurtful to you — but do keep in mind that he won't always be very soft, he could be loud at times. but most of your arguments with him are soft spoken, the both of you exchanging thoughts and troubles.

for the past few days, nanami has been extremely overworked and so you're walking on eggshells around him. he gets sensitive, and the slightest bit of inconvenience angered him. yes, you get it — he's tired from his work, you could totally understand that. he's a busy man after all.

"kento, don't you want to take a break..? you've been working non-stop, you'll get sick," you eyed him, poking around your food.

nanami sat across from you, his eyes glued to a paper, and honestly, it was getting a little sickening. all you wanted to do was to talk to him, but you felt as if you were selfish if you asked the man to prioritize you over his work — so you stayed silent, for almost a week the two of you haven't exactly been conversing right, or talking unless it was an exchange of "hi"s and "bye"s. but that was about it.

"i need to get this done, wait a moment."

that phrase sounded like a template by now, and you huffed, rolling your eyes, "i know, i'm just worried about you. you're not getting enough sleep, you're not eating well, and at this point, i'm just afraid that you'll dig your own gra—"

"i can take care of myself, thank you. you don't have to worry about me, i know what i'm doing."

you can't help but to furrow your brows at his cold reply, a little offended when all you seemed to be doing was care for him. the least he could do was thank you for it, "god, you don't have to be such an ass about it. forgive me for caring then."

at this point, your words only added fuel to the already big fire. nanami stared at you, the exhaustion in his eyes are apparent, and his lips pursed into a thin line before he inhaled sharply, "you're being a child, i just told you i can take care of myself. please, don't argue with me on this. i'm tired with all these paperwork, don't add more burden for my shoulders."

you clicked your tongue, standing up, not wanting to engage on this particular conversation anymore, "well forgive me for caring and for being a burden. enjoy your dinner," was all you spat out at him before going to the living room — plopping your body down the couch.

arguments with him usually ends up with the both of you apologizing to each other, but this particular argument seemed to not just go the way how it usually does. a couple of hours later, none of you talked. you assumed that the male finished his dinner, and you saw him walk by you into your shared room.

the two of you refused to talk to each other, or even as little as making an eye contact. you figured that you'd just spend the night in the living room where the TV could keep you company, so you stormed inside your shared room where nanami was on the bed, eyes still on his beloved papers.

he said nothing, nor did he spare a glance at you. so you become a guest in your own bedroom and grabbed your pillow, it wasn't that chilly outside so you didn't grab the only blanket laying on the bed (you actually left it there for him to use, the ac could be pretty cold at times).

and he never came out, not until you fell asleep with the TV still on. nanami hadn't even slept, he'd gotten his work done hours ago — but still he couldn't sleep. not without you by his side.

the clock strikes fifteen minutes past three in the morning, and nanami pushed himself up from the bed — feeling the void beside him, even with the blanket; he felt cold. opening the door softly, he trudged out of the room, the sight of you all curled up on top of the couch, vivid lights shining from the TV still managing to light up the whole living room despite the lights being off.

he squats down in front of you, brushing your h/c hair out of your face and it made you turn in your sleep. although not enough to wake you up completely, nanami one of his arm under your upper back, and one under your legs. carrying you inside the room with soft steps before laying you down, not forgetting to tuck you under the blanket and leaving trails of butterfly kisses on your face.

he could finally sleep.

with the sun rays greeting you through the creases of your still covered window, you squirmed. groaning out.

"y/n?"

upon hearing nanami's voice, your eyes flutter open. of course — it was a surprise for you to wake up on the bed when you fell asleep on the couch, "did you carry me here?"

nanami nods, he was leaning onto the bed post, "i'm sorry. what i said to you was wrong," he softly said.

the anger you felt the other night was gone by now, and you were just glad that nanami was willing to talk to you. you shook your head with a small smile, "it was part of my fault too, you were working — i shouldn't have pestered you too much."

nanami wasted no time in pulling you towards him, "you were worried for me. never apologize for that."

like i said, arguments with nanami will always end pretty quickly (the two of you are mature enough to talk it out), oh and also? he spoils you the entire day after an argument so — have fun!

CHOSO. i feel like choso would be confused a lot during arguments with you, on one side i could see him being brazen with his words, and on the other side i could see him being careful with them. no in between, he's definitely scared of saying the wrong things to you — and you getting hurt emotionally, hurts him as well. so at times he just tries to end it quickly by saying sorry.

god, he hates seeing you sad. at the end of the day, if he did say things the wrong way (even if it was to defend himself when he's not wrong), choso will apologize to you for how he said his words (and you'll apologize for your mistake). but choso has his share of apologizing because of his mistake too.

"cho, are you listening to me? gosh, you never pay attention to what i'm saying, are you taking this seriously?" choso looks up at you with his brows furrowed, definitely frustrated by everything that was happening around him right now.

first of all, he expected today to be a very special day. he hasn't seen you for the past couple of days because you've been so busy with work, and he was so excited when you told him you'd be having a couple of days to rest. he couldn't wait to meet you and go out on dates with you.

but clearly, his expectations were shoved down the drain because here you both were — arguing over your work hours choso had brought up a few minutes prior. and all he said was that he wished that the both of you would have more time to spend together, which irked you.

it had been a rough week with work where you had to write and write and write on countless paperwork (which you couldn't really complain on because you signed up for the job). and you weren't afraid to admit that you were in the wrong this time, when all choso wanted was time with you. here you were, getting all riled up because he wished that he had more time with you, and if the roles were switched; you were pretty damn sure you'd say the same thing to him.

"'m sorry for bringing that up. can we go out now..? i don't wanna fight w' you." choso mumbled out, averting his gaze to the side.

his tone ripped you away from your anger and you sighed, pulling him into your embrace, "cho, 'm sorry. i shouldn't have taken my anger out on you just because i've had a rough week."

choso returned your embrace mutely, a small smile dawning upon his lips. he was just glad the argument was cut short. all he wanted to do now was to go out of this slump and make you the happiest person ever — even just for a moment, a couple of days before you eventually have to return back to work.

"cho, say something."

choso pulls away from your touch, "i forgive you. let's go out? missed you. so much."

for the rest of the day, you and choso had the most fun in a week. also, choso fell into a pond in the park because he wasn't looking at the road — and also, you might've called your boss to extend your rest day (by saying you weren't feeling well) so you could have more time to spend with your boyfriend.

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO. i feel like megumi's the type of boyfriend who tries to stay out of arguments with you, if he was entangled in one where he isn't in the wrong — and you tell him to do something, he'd just kind of do it without any complaints. tell him to shut up? he shuts up. tell him to go away? he'll leave. tell him to leave you alone? he'll leave you alone (for a couple of hours).

but when he feels like things aren't ceasing, he'd try his best to negotiate with you and try to find out what the core of the problem is between the both of you. let's be real, megumi is a realistic type of person, he'd never admit that he's wrong when he isn't just to solve things the fast way, even to you; his own partner.

"y/n. how many times do i have to tell you that it's not that i'm bored of you alright? i've been busy. i'm not bored of you."

okay, you didn't expect one question to lead to this argument. all you asked him was a simple yes or no question: "are you bored of me?" and you didn't throw the question for no apparent reason, the reason behind that question itself was megumi's change of behavior the past two weeks.

he'd been extremely distant, and cold. whenever you asked him about it, he just tells you that he's tired. which you could totally understand since he is pretty busy, like uncle ben said: "with great power comes great responsibility."

being a jujutsu sorcerer is a big responsibility. you could understand where it was coming from, but when it happens again and again, you can't help but to overthink about it. overthink about how megumi might be bored of you and the whole relationship.

"megumi, i...okay— i'm sorry for asking about this. i was just worried." you tell him, not wanting to argue any longer about this whole thing, "i'm sorry, you must be stressed out with school and stuff."

megumi furrowed his brows, inhaling sharply, "no, no.. i'm sorry for lashing out. let's talk about this. i don't want you to get the wrong idea."

megumi explained everything from a to z, about how he was still so in love with you and he had been distant because of his power and what comes with it. it was pretty cute to listen to him talk, the constant flush on his face whenever he talks about you, and the stress in his voice when he talks about his power was apparent.

poor boy just needed a break.

"megumi, let's take a nap. you look like you need it."

"...i do."

argument ended. relationship stronger. and you both get to nap together, absolute win-win.

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☆Strawberry Crush

Warnings...18+, wlw, loser!Ellie, fem!reader, a few reader descriptions based on the song (lipgloss, nails - nothing body/skin/hair-wise), Ellie is...kind of a stalker, honestly?, porn with a plot, submasc!Ellie, domfem!reader, Ellie is really eager and awkward, sloppy kisses, food play? (strawberry juice is involved), fingering (r!receiving), face sitting, sixty nine

Word Count:3.2k || MDNI Banner Creds. || Donations 4 Palestine

Notes ☆ Kinda hate this but I've had this damn song in my head for fucking weeks and I needed to write something about it (Spotify link in title).Should have done this when my theme was red but fuck it

Ellie's green eyes flit carelessly over the obviously bruised and beaten-up avocado in her hand, turning the bulbous fruit around over and over again as if she's truly considering buying the pitiful thing. There's a slight feeling of mushiness to it that kind of makes the hairs on her arms stand up - whatever poor fuck decides to pick this thing up once she puts it back in its crate is bound to find nothing but brown sludge on the inside.

Each turn of the overripened avocado is accompanied by a 'subtle' look around the market, her gaze fixing to the door each time the little rusted brown bell at the top of the doorframe jingles.

It'd be so embarrassing if she mixed up the time.

Not that this isn't humiliating enough already. Pathetic, even. No one in their right mind drives thirty minutes from home to look this hard, and for this long at an avocado.

On about the fifth bell ring in three minutes she can feel herself getting impatient. Today was Monday, Ellie was sure of that - the farmers from downtown had surely brought freshly picked batches of fruit and vegetables already unless something had gone awry. Maybe she should just head home and stop acting like a fucking crazy person. It's not like the average person keeps on schedule to a T every week. And even if they did, it's worrying that Ellie even knows that schedule. At least this part of it anyway.

Ellie juggles with the thought for a moment but ultimately decides to leave, placing the unfortunate-looking avocado back in its crate. It's just then when that annoying little bell dings again. She knows she shouldn't get her hopes up and yet she can't seem to help herself, looking toward the farmers market entrance to discern who it was that triggered the movement of the brass bell.

The thought that she was just about to leave makes Ellie's stomach turn. She'd have missed you completely. But just like clockwork, every Monday morning, you're here. And just like clockwork, every Monday morning, she gets to see you.

Ellie has given herself every excuse as to why her little habit isn't creepy. She's just trying to hype herself up to actually talk to you, and somehow during that time she also managed to figure out the exact schedule for when fresh produce is brought to this specific market so that she could catch you every Monday doing what you usually do. Buying strawberries.

You like those a lot.

Or, Ellie assumes you do. Why else would you buy them so religiously? Every Monday you come to buy strawberries. Various other things as well but she's noticed you take your time with the berries in particular - inspecting the fruit in each little green basket for at least a few minutes before finding one or two little baskets to buy and take home with you.

Ellie's practiced how to approach you in the mirror in her apartment before leaving the house more times than she'd like to admit, cringing at every little stutter and awkward phrase.

"You come here often?" No. Who the fuck even says that in real life? "So you like strawberries?" Well, duh.

It looks so simple in shows. Her friends make it look like nothing. Then there's Ellie. Reciting cliche lines from movies.

Not that any of that really matters though. Normally by the time you've gone up to check out your items, Ellie has already managed to convince herself that she lost her chance.

Maybe next time

Next time, for sure. But definitely not this time, no. This time she's too distracted by how delicious you look; the sway of your hips, the pretty smile you flash to the staff, the glittery pink tinted gloss spread carefully across your lips.

Your nails are red today, coming to a rounded point.

Ellie's tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip as her mind wanders. Those nails would make such pretty streaks in her back.

For some reason, the thought that she may be shamelessly staring at you doesn't cross her mind. Until it's too late that is. Ellie's eyes widen in absolute terror when your gaze catches hers, face dropping back to the crate of avocados she'd been pretending to look through a moment ago.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

She definitely can't approach you today. Not after you'd caught her staring - no - gawking at you so blatantly. In fact, getting out of this godforsaken market has shot to the very top of her priority list, a task she seeks to accomplish quickly, with her head downcast in shame and embarrassment.

It's just her luck that instead of effectively making it out of the door she stumbles over the dragging, unraveled white laces of the run-down sneakers on her feet, toppling to the floor if not for the similarly misfortuned person she winds up tackling.

"Shit! Sorry, sorry, I-I'm so sorry" she stutters out, cringing at the sight of once unbruised red fruit hitting the hard tile of the market floor. Her eyes meet yours and again she's frozen and embarrassed, a deep shade of red splaying her freckled cheeks and tips of her ears. You would be angry if it weren't for how cute she looked. You sigh.

"It's fine, really. Just...make sure you look forward next time you're walking, okay?" The soft, reassuring smile you offer her as you speak damn near melts her where she stands.

"Right."

There's a beat of awkward silence, Ellie nervousely tugging at her ring and pinky fingers as she gives you a small hesitant nod. "I should-"

"Maybe you could help me pick out some new ones?" You ask quickly, interrupting her, gesturing to the strawberry littered tile.

It's the first time she's spoken to you and given her clear anxiety, she likely wouldn't end up speaking to you on her own again. Ellie nods quickly, mouth slightly agape, though at this point she's lost all of her words. She simply picks up the dropped berries, some of which are now a little flattened and soft on one side from the impact, standing straight once they're all gathered to help you get new baskets.

"You okay?" You ask, as Ellie hasn't said much of anything in the past few minutes.

"Oh, yeah...sorry just...a lot on my mind" she murmurs, quieting back down again as she attentively unpacks your produce.

She doesn't even know how she wriggled her way into this situation. She'd thought for sure you'd call her a freak or a psycho when you let her know you were aware of her little routine. Instead, you just suggested that she help you with the rest of your groceries.

"It's a bit of a hassle trying to bring them up to my apartment alone. Plus...you kinda owe me for the tackle, yeah?"

You had feared the boldness of your invitation may give her pause but Ellie agreed without reluctance.

"A lot on your mind? Like what?"

"Like...how you don't seem unnerved about...y'know." Ellie murmurs, leaning up against your kitchen counter, the little giggle you give in response sending her heart rate up.

"I was honestly just waiting to see if you would actually come speak to me"

"Wait, really?"

You turn to her from where you were organizing things in your fridge, a small bowl of freshly washed strawberries in hand. You set it down, gently sliding the bowl out toward Ellie as an invitation to take one, which she accepts, twisting at the leaves until they come off of the top before biting into it. It's quite large, and very sweet she notices, a bit of juice dribbling down her chin as her teeth sink in, her hand clumsily going to guard any more from falling down.

"Yeah." you answer, to which Ellie raises a questioning eyebrow.

"You're cute, Ellie." you clarify, playfully rolling your eyes at her obliviousness. " And messy"

Before she realizes it, you're in front of her, holding a napkin to her now berry juice-stained chin and neck, readying yourself to pat her dry. Your lips are incredibly close, dangerously so, but she does her best to ignore it, popping the rest of strawberry into her mouth before gently taking your hand in hers to stop you.

"I can- "

"Just let me, okay?" You chuckle a bit, shaking your head. "You really don't know when a girl is trying to flirt with you, huh?"

Ellie blinks, staring at you as if you've just said something ridiculous, her fruit filled cheek almost making her look like a chipmunk in the moment. The insistence on cleaning her up, the invitation to your apartment in the first place, the fact that you don't even seem to question her infatuation with you. It all makes sense now. And she'd taken way too long to notice.

There isn't a thought process behind Ellie's actions this time, just impulse as she leans forward, closing the distance between you both and crashing her lips onto yours. A shiver of shock runs through her as you reciprocate, regardless of how unideal the kiss may seem - cold, sticky fruit juice now being shared between the both of you, creating a thin coat of strawberry and saliva on your connected lips flowing down your chins and slowly making its way to the collars of your shirts.

Ellie pulls back enough to actually swallow what's left of the strawberry and breathe out a quick "I'm sorry", though a part of her is too fascinated by the look of you with transparent red fluid trailing along your skin to be genuinely apologetic.

"I don't mind a little mess." You whisper in response, swiping your thumb along her chin to collect some of the juic. Something about the girl being so desperate to kiss you that she was unconcerned about the inevitable messy nature of said kiss put butterflies fluttering in your stomach. You keep her pressed up against your kitchen counter as you allow yourself to give in to your desires, only dethatching your kiss-swollen lips from Ellie's to press opened mouth kisses along the column of her throat, licking at the sweet red liquid that's almost managed to make its way into the loose, black wifepleaser she's wearing.

"Y-you don't think this is happening too fast?" she questions, despite her clear willingness to let you do as you please, her words coming out between heavy breaths, her entire face painted a rosy shade of pink.

"Would you like me to stop?" You ask, eyebrow quirked upward as you halt your advances and look at her.

Ellie shakes her head immediately at that, tightening her grip around your waist. She can't help but think that was an idiotic question for her to ask anyways. This is finally her chance, and she refuses to fuck up by overthinking everything as she has been up until this point. Your lips connect again with no second guesses this time, Ellie taking her opportunity to slip her hands underneath your top, pulling it over your head. Her mouth takes to your skin, sloppily lapping at the strawberry juice flowing along your neck and pulling your bra straps down enough to expose your breasts.

"Fuck, Ellie"

You slip your leg between her thighs while she's occupied with "cleaning you up" with her tongue, reveling at the way she whimpers and attempts to resist the urge to roll her hips when your knee makes contact with her clothed cunt. Her attempts prove futile, of course, the poor girl huffing and moaning against your skin as she grinds herself against your leg.

"So fuckin' needy, weren't you?" You tease, unable to help the amused laugh that escapes you at the sight of the girl humping desperately at your knee.

All Ellie manages in response is a nod, whining even louder when you press against her harder, the seam of her shorts pushing up against her clit at the right angle, her movements becoming faster and more erratic.

"G'na make me cu- fuck fuck" Ellie's muscles tense for a moment before releasing again, short, ragged breaths and muffled grunts punctuating her last few thrusts against your leg as she finishes in her boxers. Embarrassed, she buries her face into the crook of your neck, her already blushed face becoming redder at her unintended quickness.

"Shit...sorry" She murmurs against your skin, not sure if she should even look you in the eye right now.

You stifle a giggle and shake your head, running your fingers through her soft, auburn hair as a means to reassure her before lacing your fingers with hers. With your free hand, you lift her chin so that she looks at you.

"It's okay. Doesn't mean I'm finished with you."

The softness of your tone seems to soothe her, though the bashfulness still lingers on her features, green eyes casting downward regardless of your words. You press a quick kiss to the tip of her nose, and, fingers still intertwined, lightly tug her away from the kitchen counter on her wobbly legs over to the loveseat in your living room.

You lightly jerk your head in the direction of the sofa, letting go of her hand once she's seated. "Lay down for me baby"

Ellie, in all of her eagerness doesn't so much as hesitate, laying back onto the soft cushions, reaching out as if to pull you down with her. Instead of straddling her like she'd wanted you to though, you stay standing, a mischvieous giggle escaping as you lean down to kiss her on the lips once more before pulling back.

"What's wrong?" She asks, her brows furrowed in confusion.

"Nothing El. Just relax, yeah?" You murmur in response, hands now focused on slipping off your shorts. That's answer enough for her, Ellie's eyes widening a little bit as they fixate on watching your lower body, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as you pull off your shorts and panties in one go. You were soaked, and you make sure to let her know it, teasingly trailing a finger through your folds before pressing it to her lips, Ellie gladly sucking the digit into her mouth without instruction.

"Aw, look at that, I didn't even have to ask"

Ellie just nods, pink lips still caught around your finger. She's well aware of how pathetic she looks right now, but she can't bring herself to care at this point as she's too busy savoring the taste of you on her tongue, eyes damn near rolling to the back of her head off that alone. When you take your finger out of her mouth she whines.

"Wanna taste you more... please"

Her pleading pulls a chuckle from your throat, your finger gently running across her bottom lip as you speak.

"God, you're so impatient, baby. Does my sweet girl want my pussy in her mouth, hm?"

She nods vigorously, grabbing at your hand again to pull you toward her. This time, you oblige, allowing the girl to guide you to sit on her face, her slender hands catching around your hips. She licks a bold stripe along your slit before pressing a kiss to your clit, the amount of times she's thought about doing that exact thing noe finally coming into practice.

Ellie eats at you like a woman starved, lapping up every drop of your arousal, her lips latching around your swollen clit and sucking at it. The sloppy, wet noises coming from her mouth on your cunt, the muffled moaning and whining escaping her - it's obnoxious. But it's the sexiest thing you've seen ina while, her gaze never leaving you as she buries herself closer to you. "This what you wanted, isn't it baby? Spent so much time watching me 'n all you could think about - fuck - was having that pretty mouth pressed up against my cunt like this?"

Your teasing is condescening, your hand tangling into her short locks, forcing her head nice and close as you rut yourself against her tongue. The poor thing can't stop herself from squirming, pressing her thighs together, and for a moment, even detatching a hand from your thigh and snaking it down her own body to slip her hand into her shorts. You don't notice it at first, but when you do, it's clear to her you aren't having it.

"Nuh-uh, none of that, pretty girl." You lift up into a hover above her head, reaching back and wrapping your hand around her wrist to stop her. She whines again, her frustration obvious in the line that forms between her brows. "You wanna ask this time?"

"S-sorry, you're just so fucking sexy, I need you to touch me, please"

You have half a mind to make her wait longer. To pin her hands over her head and prop yourself back onto her mouth, but an idea comes to mind that you can't just ignore. You giggle, giving her a simple 'okay' and before she knows it you've shifted on top of her, settling yourself into a hover over her face again, but this time facing the opposite direction. She can't see what your doing, but she feels it when you start sliding her shorts and boxers down before leaning down and spitting on her already glistening cunt.

"Oh my fucking god..."

Ellie's thighs are shaking around your head already, her hands gripping at the fat of your ass as she pulls you back down onto her mouth. Your muffled cries of pleasure fill the apartment, the vibrations from her moans against you only serving to drive you insane. A thin layer of sweat coats your bodies as you chase a simultaneous orgasm, hips bucking and rolling against each others tongues with primal urgency as that familiar coil tightens within your lower stomachs.

"Fuckfuckfuck- coming, I'm coming" Ellie's mouth detatches from you as she's the first to go, her trembling legs clamping around your head and trapping you against her. She's shockingly quick to replace her mouth with her fingers, slipping them inside of you without warning. She's almost as despereate to have you cum on her face as she was to cum herself, and to her luck, you unravel above her soon after. Her mouth comes back to you are you finish, lapping up every single drop of cum you give her, fingers still lazily pumping in and out of your dripping hole.

It takes a bit to float back down to reality, your head resting limp on her thigh as you slowly start to catch your breath, twitching and shaking too much to actually move on your own. Ellie's not much better, her head plopped down onto the couch cushion, gently kneading your ass with her hands and pressing sleepy kisses to your inner thighs. When you're finally able to move, it's not much, only adjusting yourself enough so that your faces are level, nuzzling your body close so that you can both lay next to each other on the couch. There's a peacful silence between the both of you for a while, your foggy brains still processing how far you'd gotten with one another in the span of a few hours.

"So...you really like me then? Like actually?" Ellie breathes out, a hand lightly rubbing along your side.

You laugh and give her a playful punch to the arm, the fact that she even felt the need to ask that almost comical to you after everything.

"Ow! What was that for?" She asks, feigning as if the light hit actually hurt.

"Of course I like you, dummy" You murmur, kissing her cheek. "I've liked you the whole time"

Reblogs are appreciated ☆ tags: @half-of-a-gay, @porcelainmystery,

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Smutmas 2024 | ᴛᴏᴍ ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ x ʀᴏꜱɪᴇʀ ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

I Appreciate You.

Short summary: After some persuasion, Tom joins you for Christmas dinner. Only then he finds out your parents haven’t exactly treated you well and seizes the opportunity to show you what it means to be truly appreciated.

Warnings: nothing, just fluff (for now…)

A/N: I have entered a bad case of writing block halfway through this, so I cut it short. I AM SORRY. I’ll take a day or two off and write a pt 2☹️

wordcount: 1,6k

Tom and you have been friends for a while – or rather study accomplices, as he would call it. Though lately, you have grown closer. Oddly close, at least if you knew Riddle, who wasn’t one to interact with others unless it served a purpose. You have known that from the beginning, so it never really appeared to you why he would be different towards you exactly – but you weren’t going to complain about someone tutoring you after all – someone who was equally as smart as pretty.

“You forgot pearl dust.” he sighs in disappointment, not looking up as he fidgets with his quill. “Tom it’s been two hours, my head is a mess. Let’s take a break?”

His gaze flicks from his quill to your eyes and stares at you briefly before speaking up. “I don’t take breaks. If you want me to keep being generous enough to help you, you do it my way.”

That’s how it goes every single time. You don’t argue against it – you just do what he says. The desperation to become better at Potions is greater than your ego after all and you have also come to notice it is better not to talk back to him. The last time you did, he wouldn’t even speak to you for two weeks after.

Tom clears his throat and you return your focus to the present. “It’s been an unnecessarily long time since you have started staring at me. Focus on your textbook.”

“Right, right! Sorry.” Your cheeks heat up and you repeat the brewing process from the beginning.

After what feels like an eternity, he is satisfied – as much as he could be. Tom obviously is never fully satisfied, always has something to criticize that you didn’t do right, something he says you would need to work on the next time you two meet to study.

There was always going to be a next time.

As you two pack up, you see house elves working on the Christmas decorations just outside the library, putting up a pine tree and some red and golden ornaments. It’s the Thursday before winter break, and you would soon go home to spend the time with your family. They have told you to bring a friend, though all of them have declined so far. You would just go alone. Until – well, you think about Tom.

“Uh, I actually have one more question.” You start, turning to face him. He raises his eyebrows expectantly signalling you to continue. “Soooo, I have been wanting to ask you whether you wanted to join me for Christmas dinner at home. My parents have asked me to bring someone along.”

“We aren’t friends. Besides that, I don’t celebrate Christmas.”

That’s exactly the answer you assumed he’d give, but you weren’t going to give up that easily. Your family has been talking about him often lately, about the Gaunt family, purebloods just like you. All the things they say you don’t understand anyway. It’s been like that since you were born, they always favoured your older brother over you. You have stopped arguing against it.

“Come on, Tom! It’s just a dinner, one evening. I know you don’t usually leave Hogwarts for Christmas break, I just wanted to give you the opportunity to meet my parents. They have been talking about you.”

He contemplates for a moment then. He is aware that his family, at least his mother’s side, has caught people’s attention. Apparently also the Rosiers’. Rosier family, part of the Sacred Twenty-Eight. It would only be to his benefit to get to know them personally. And he hated admitting it, but lately - he has found himself strangely intrigued by you. A smart girl, who wouldn’t normally need his tutoring, not if he didn’t tell you to come back every week for another lesson.

“I suppose I will think about it. If I decide for it, I will join you at the train station.”

Your lips curl into a bright smile. “Thank you, Tommy! You are the best.”

He sighs. “How often have I told you to stop calling me that?”

“Sorry, sorry! I am just super excited to introduce you. They have been pestering me with questions about your mother’s family.”

You swear you see a slight spark in his eyes at the mention of his mother, though his usual stern expression returns just a second later. “Have a good evening.” he replies and leaves you behind at the library without saying another word.

-

There has not been a single sign of Tom when you board the train. Secretly you have hoped he would come and join you, though as soon as you leave the station you find yourself at peace with the fact you’d be going home alone for the break. The scenery shifts as you look out of the window, a thick layer of snow covering the otherwise green Scottish Highlands. You see deer scavenging for any grass they can find, scraping at the frozen ground with their hooves, the nearby hares’ white winter fur blending in perfectly with the scenery.

There aren’t too many students in your wagon, meaning you get to have a compartment all for yourself. Just like normally, your eyes grow tired, voices around you turning into a blur, and you fall asleep.

It wasn’t long until someone clearing their throat, taking a seat next to you woke you again. “So, what’s for dinner?” he asks, and you turn to face him.

Your face lights up at the sight of the person in front of you. “Tom! I am so happy you decided to come along!”

“I suppose it’s a welcome opportunity to connect with another renowned family.” he replies, and you nod, though slightly disappointed. “Of course.”

The rest of the journey, both of you don’t speak much. It’s a weird energy between you, something you don’t quite recognize. You are glad – as glad as you could be, knowing your family awaits you just outside – when the train arrives at your station. Both of you get off, and your mother’s and father’s faces light up at the sight of, not you, but Tom. They greet him first, ask him how the journey has been.

It’s only when you arrive at home that they ask you to help prepare dinner while Tom’s being shown around the manor. Even at dinner they won’t let him be and you wonder whether it was a good decision to bring him home with you.

In a moment of silence, your mother first looks at you, then at him. A smile forms on her face, something you only rarely get to see and you wonder what may be behind it.

“We are so glad you have decided to join us. Our daughter really couldn’t have chosen a better boyfriend.”

Oh.

You feel your heart drop in your chest at her words. They must have misunderstood the situation. Your cheeks heat up and you see Tom’s face changing into one of confusion.

Trying to save the evening, you quickly try to explain. “No it’s- we are not-“

“I am pleased to hear I am meeting your expectations.”

Tom’s words cut you off, and for a moment you aren’t sure whether you have heard him correctly. You blink a few times and shoot him a confused look, and he smiles at you.

Smiles.

You nod quickly, lowering your gaze onto the plate in front of you as you feel your cheeks heat up. For the rest of the evening, you don’t say much, even when you all gather around the Christmas tree. They ask questions about your relationship, which only Tom answers. He sits next to you and as the night progresses, his hand wanders up your lower back, snaking around your waist. You visibly shiver at his touch but decide to play along.

As soon as everyone has excused themselves to bed, you move away a little, escaping his grip. “Tom, I am sorry, they must have completely misunderstood.”

He shakes his head. “Don’t apologize.”

“No really I-“

“Sshhh.” he whispers, his face inching closer to yours then, capturing you in a tender kiss. His hand rests on the back of your head, softly pressing you against him. You inhale deeply as you break apart, your eyes trailing up from his lips to his eyes. It’s only the candles on the Christmas tree that shine a dim light on both of your forms, yet you are able to make out the changed look on his face.

“We shouldn’t.” you murmur, shaking your head.

“I see the way you look at me in the library. And you perfectly know why I want to keep meeting you. Yet both of us are too stubborn to admit it.”

Though you hate to admit it, he’s right.

“I just didn’t think you would like someone like me.”

Tom huffs. “You never acknowledge your worth, and I suspect that is what your parents have taught you. They don’t see your potential. They diminish your achievements. Why do you let them?” he asks, and you rest your head on his shoulder.

“I have stopped caring a long while ago. You know how it is.”

Tom doesn’t reply after that, though his hand continues running up and down your back soothingly. You stay like this for a while, until he slowly turns his head, facing you.

“I will show them what it means to appreciate you.”

His voice is low and controlled as his face is a mere inch away from yours, his breath warm on your skin.

“I will show you what it means to be appreciated.”

[sparda-soully]

♡° •¡...Raiden (Jack) As Your Boyfriend..°|

How will he be like if he's your boyfriend?

A/n: Hello! It's been a while since I last posted. School's been taking a toll on me resulting in writer's block and procrastination 💔 But I'm back now and ready to write! Remember, these are my own interpretation and headcanons for him so please do not harassed me about them.

Also, this was based on Raiden in Metal Gear Rising Revengeance as I haven't played the other games yet (I will soon 😞). Obviously, him and Rose are not together as this is about you and him. Without further ado, I hope y'all enjoy this!

Acquanited to friends

Before the whole lovely dovey shenanigans and getting together, you and Raiden started off as closed off co-workers who would simply nod heads whenever y'all cross paths.

You were the assistant of Doktor who recently was transferred to Maverick Security Consulting Inc. (MSC) to check up on Raiden's status and health and ensure his body functioned properly before he was sent off on a mission.

It was more effective like this as Raiden wouldn't have to constantly go back and forth to Doktor since he has you now to check up on him.

Eventually, one day he'll end up with his wires short circulating which hindered his right hand, thus requesting your assistance.

So here you were, fixing the wires that connects to his hand from behind him. It wasn't that bad since you had a prior knowledge of Raiden's body and which wires meant what (Thanks to Doktor of course).

It was awkward. The two of y'all never really interacted unless it was a check up once a week but even then, that was standard procedure for cyborgs.

With sparks of wires connecting and screws tightening up, it at least soothe the awkwardness.

Eventually, you'll be the one to start the conversation in hopes of easing the tension between y'all.

"Are you okay?", you asked, averting your eyes back on his face. The cyborg's single blue eye suddenly blinked, darting back on your face. "Um yes, I'm fine", his rasp voice echoed in the quiet lab. You hummed in knowledgment before averting your attention back on his robotic arm. You analyze the various wires, making a few adjustments here and there, and placing them in their according circuits. The claws of Raiden's left hand subconsciously tapped along the pristine counter.

"So...how did Dok made you his assistant? You know he's kinda picky", he inquired, trying to break the awkward silence. Hearing your boss's name, a small smile tugged the corners of your lips. "Well he kinda brought me along when he saw me scavenging left arms of cybrogs", you chuckled at the silly story of meeting your future boss in such predicament.

Raiden laughed along side you, seemingly please with the rather summarized story. "Yep. That seems like him", he pulled his head back, letting his spikey, platinum blond hair flowed behind him. The palpable tension between you two gradually faltered when you begin to socialize. Perhaps this is will be a new start...

After that little fix up, you begin to talk to him. Whether if it's was passing by in the hallways and saying your hellos to him or talking about random stuff while making some repairs for him to ease the silence.

Usually you'll be the one to start up the conversation as Raiden is nervous of talking to you, distracted by his thoughts.

Bingo! A beautiful friendship blossomed!

Whenever Raiden is on a mission, he'll end up calling you on the codec whether if it's to gather valuable information or to joke with you while being in enemy's territory (he enjoys talking to you).

Eventually the small talks and quality time changed something within Raiden. He yearns for your time, to listen to you yap while he listen, or just to even see you in the headquarters.

He was confused with this revelation; he wasn't use to such emotions let alone for someone else.

Just know for the past weeks, Raiden was slowly avoiding you in order to sort his feelings.

On missions just hearing your name made Raiden staggered, unfocused which didn't go unnoticed by Kevin and Doktor.

Doktor will be concern about this, obvious to connect the pieces together whereas Kevin will be chuckling at this, teasing Raiden about it.

"Raiden! Are you okay? Your heart is exceeling off the charts when I mentioned Y/n-", the codec bluntly shut off when Raiden blocked the end of Doktor's camera feed. His pale cheeks were flushed in a hue of red. He could hear his heart relentlessly pound through his ears, making him squinted his eyes. The gears within his cybrog body started grinding against each gear, sparking a friction.

He took a deep breath, trying to maintain control of his body. 'No need to think about...', his mind stopped with an image of you flashing in his head. He groaned, muttered something underneath his breath before his cool facade emerge on his face. Shouts from within the base averted his attention back on the mission. He reach for his sword, gripping it as he prepare himself for battle.

It got so bad that you had to confront him about it while you were giving the usual check up on Raiden. You had to lock the door, secure the windows, and even block out any calls from the codec and phone just so you could properly talk to him.

At first, Raiden was brushing your concern aside, deeming it as just paranoia. But with you pointing out his willingness to avoid you for the weeks.

He remained quiet for a good minute. He could feel his heart gradually hammered against his chest as if trying to burst out and show you his love.

Reluctantly, he confessed his reasons. From the friendship to the crush he developed for you.

Poor dude was stammering on his sentence with his pale cheeks coated in red.

It seems luck was on his side as you accepted his love which made Raiden feel a myriad of emotions: astonishment, confusion, overjoyed, and ecstatic.

Despite doubt and concern creeping into his mind, a sense of hope siezed those negative thoughts. Whatever the future had for him, you will be by his side, supporting him no matter what. That realization made the ends of his upper lip curved into a small smile. Maybe the future wouldn't be that bad with you by his side...

Friends to lovers

Things between you and Raiden were slow. It took a while for Raiden to open up, let himself become comfortable around you. A relationship like this was new to him, so he didn't know how to act around you.

He was still shy, kept his hands to himself and never engaged in the lovely dovey gestured couples do.

So you can expect PDA was out of the door.

Still, you were patient with him. You refrain from your touches, only touching him when he allows you to or if it's reassuring him. Even if he seemed to yearn for it, you always ask him, fully respecting his boundaries (Respecting boundaries is so hot).

With your patient, assuring nature, he gradually became comfortable with your physical touches. Hell, he began to reciprocate his feelings for you.

Whenever he's yearning for you, he'll ask for your consent to engage in intimate gestures like hugs, holding hands, and even kissing.

He developed a need for your attention, your touch, your love. Expect him to appear by your side out of nowhere whether if you were at home or even at work.

He'll always visit your in your office or lab whenever he had free time or wanted to spend time with you. (He'll go as far as to falsely report he's experiencing malfunctions in his cybrog body).

PDA will be kept to a minimum as he's still shy about being lovely dovey around you in front of people. Holding hands and words of affirmation are fine with him, but kisses and hugs? A big no for him (Okay sometimes he'll allow you).

Behind close doors, he'll happily show his love to you. Spending time watching trashy TV shows to cuddling up your side and pressing kisses on your forehead was how y'all would spend your times together.

His love language is acts of service and words of affirmation with bits of physical touch.

Whenever it comes to cuddling, Raiden would be in his civilian form just so it'll be more comfortable for you to sleep. Depending on his mood, the way he cuddled is affected.

After a long day of work, he'll find the need to hold you in his arms. As you lay on his chest nuzzling away in his shirt, he'll play with your hand, intertwining his fingers through your locks (Fortunately his robobtic claws are deactivated in this form or else that would be a disaster).

Y'all would watch a cheesy romcom movie which has Raiden very invested in for some apparent reason, but it's cute to see him so focus in this silly movie.

Throughout some nights, Raiden will move around, experiencing a nightmare so please gently wake him up and comfort him.

He'll end up in your arms, nuzzling his face into your chest. He calms down when you're whispering sweet nothings in his ear as you play with his hair.

I could see him getting a day off of work just to spend the entire day getting a beauty treatment with you.

"Hold still", you muttered, tilting your boyfriend's head to the side. He muttered something about how cold it was before complying with your demand. Today was an off day for the two of you which was surprising considering the demanding positions you two held in MSC. Raiden was in his civilian form with the slightly darker lines etched along the ends of his lips to parts of his limbs and body, implying he was indeed a cyborg in disguise.

A pink headband pushed his platinum blond bangs back, allowing you to apply the green face mask on his face. A white robe concealed his body which was identical to yours. "And...there! All done", you mused, pulling away from him. Oh man, if your co-workers ever saw this, they're definitely be baffled for weeks. Opening his eyes, he slowly sit up with his back straight against the armchair. "Thanks", he said which made you smile. When you noticed he was going to get up, you immediately gripped his shoulders, pushing him back to the armchair.

"Oh no you don't! We're not finished yet", you playfully remarked. Your grip told him everything he needed to know, and he leaned back. You quickly fetched the some sliced up cucumbers which made him give you an unamused look. "What?", you sauntered towards him, raising your eyebrow.

"Cucumbers? You know I don't need it, right?", he stated but you quickly interjected. "Shhh, pretty boy. You've been working too much and eyebags are forming underneath your eyes", you pointed out, sitting right next to him. "So lay down and let me tend to you properly", Raiden rolled his eyes but leaned against the armchair. He shutted his eyes, letting the darkness engulfed his vision.

You placed the cold, moist cucumbers on his closed eyes. Your hands traveled towards his head, soothingly scratching his blond hair. A sigh of relief escaped his mouth as he pulled his head back. As you ran your fingers through his hair, you spotted a speck of grey strands. Your eyes softened as your eyebrows knitted together; stress has been catching up to him.

"You okay?", his voice snapped you out of your thoughts. You blinked then again before peering down at him. There you noticed he lifted one of the cucumbers, shining his right eye up at you. Ah, he must've noticed you stopped scratching his hair. "Yeah, sorry. Just thinking about something", you reassured him. He gave you a doubtful look.

You playfully scoffed at this. "Oh don't go giving me that look!", you leaned down, getting close to his face. You bop him in the nose clearly startling him. "And did I tell you to take the cucumber off? No", you mused, ushering Raiden to close his right eyes again. He obliged, not wanting to pry more into your conflicted thoughts. This was supposed to be a relaxing spa day with you with no troublesome thoughts plaguing your mind.

When you pulled your fingers back from his face, he immediately grabbed your wrist. You spared a glance down at him. "Stay with me please", he muttered. Your eyes softened as a small smile tugged the corners of your lips. "Of course, dear", you rested along side him. You placed cucumbers over your eyes as you lay back against your seat. Quiet breaths lingered in the air with a tranquil melody playing in the background. Today will be a full on spa day for the two of you.

Oh please this man will always have his nails painted in a creamy, white nail polish almost every week.

Whenever it's chipped during missions, you applied another coat no matter what (Sometimes Sunny will help out if she's visiting!).

He always forget to take care of himself, so you always remind him. Crusty upper lip? Boom, he has lip balm in an extra compartment in his suit. Lack of sleep? He's always gets called to your lab just for him to rest. Haven't ate? There's already a row of plates on the table waiting for him.

Just know his body will be shiny to the point it even distracts the enemies and it's all thanks to you! You always polished his cybrog body every morning whenever he's in your lab.

Since you're technically supposed to be checking up his body, you'll implement some features such as a heater if case of some cuddling sessions or....something more 🤭 (I'll leave that to your thoughts).

You want a dog? Bam! Congrats, y'all have Blade Wolf as your pet /hj.

It was a compromise the two of you agree with since having a dog right now will provide a challenge due to your demanding jobs. So here's Wolf serving as your guard dog whenever he's dropped by your lab (Wolf loves you so much and is greatly for both you and Raiden).

If such thing were to happen, Raiden would want a Borzoi for some reason. He claims they're cute and most likely discovered their existence through Sunny showing him dog videos.

When you discovered his alter ego, Jack the Ripper, during one of his missions, you were...baffled, confused about everything. I mean, Raiden told you bits of his past; him growing as a child soldier and being raise as a killing machine was surely not suited for a child.

Fortunately, you calm down his alter ego just enough that he'll stop shedding bloodshed for a good minute or two.

And boy, Jack the Ripper was the opposite of your sweet boyfriend. Ruthless, blood thirsty, and derange. He threatened to kill you in a teasing (or really?) way but goodness, that made you stay away from him for a good while (whenever the ripper was out).

But eventually, the ripper calms down a very slim bit and assures you he won't do anything to ya since y'know he's apart of Raiden.

He's pretty chill around you surprising, although he'll rant about Raiden and you in a positive....negative...neutral way? It just depends on his mood.

Jack the Ripper seems fussy if you don't really acknowledge him which makes him take drastic methods to get your attention. Sneaking kisses, breaking messing with your equipment, whatever just to get your attention. (But he means well....I think).

Despite all of that, Raiden as a whole loves you no matter what. He will do anything for you in a heartbeat, putting you on top of his priorities.

You changed him for the better, and he's forever in debt to you. He vowed to do whatever just for you to be happy.

All rights reserved!! | Please do not steal, claim, or plagiarized this as I put a lot of effort into this | Mar. 11, 2025 | ©Sparda-Soully

[oldwritingm]

congrats on 400 & i'm so happy to be here!!!

for the event, if you still write for south park, could i get headcanons of maybe the main 4 + butters receiving genuine, heartfelt compliment and love from their partner? male or gn if that's okay/needed!!!

i've been craving soft comfort qwq

- 🍡

Here you are love!

South Park - Main Four (+ Butters) Reacting to Genuine Affection

Kyle

Okay, so you guys definitely have quite a bit of banter in your relationship

So at first it takes him a minute to figure out when you're actually being serious

"Kyle, you're so pretty."

He'll just blink at you for a second

When you don't give him a teasing smirk or burst out laughing, that's when he knows you're being real

And then his cheeks turn a few shades darker, and he looks away bashfully

He'll mutter something semi-coherently, not looking at you at all while he says it:

"Yeah, well... you're prettier..."

It's not that he doesn't believe what you say, or that he's embarrassed, he's just taken off guard

He actually really loves when you surprise him like that

He will be thinking about it for the next week at least

He'll totally zone out, too—just replaying that moment over and over in his mind

A little smile comes to his lips involuntarily, and he might even start blushing a little

He's just got to be careful not to do it around the guys... he'd never hear the end of it

Stan

He's convinced you're being fake or joking at first

Especially if it just comes out of the blue

"I love you, Stan."

He'll just blink, waiting for the "just kidding" or the punchline

When it doesn't come his face scrunches up a little

"You're... being serious?"

He's not trying to sound rude, he's just having a hard time believing you

He struggles with insecurity :(

No matter how long you've been together, he still doesn't know why someone like you would ever love him

But when you just smile sincerely and tell him that yes, you are being serious, his heart flutters

He definitely gets that huge lovesick grin of his (you know the one)

And he'll look at you with the purest loving gaze

Be prepared for a bear hug :D

And maybe some happy tears on your shoulder

Butters

It doesn't even occur to him that you might be joking

He believes everything you say, unless it's ultra-obvious you're joking

And even then he's more inclined to take whatever you're saying/doing as genuine, if only for his own delusional enjoyment

So, even if it comes out of nowhere, Butters accepts your affection

"You're the best thing in my life, Butters."

He'll put on a huge grin, taking your hand and squeezing it excitedly

"You're my favorite ever, Y/n!"

Cue the tooth-rotting fluff

This is how you two often fall into bouts of sickeningly sweet affection; cuddling, hand holding, "no-I-love-you-more" competitions...

It is very cheesy

But Butters LIVES for it

He loves it when you can both be all genuine like that; it increases his own confidence, plus it gives him a chance to show his unending love for you :)

Kenny

I feel like Kenny's really good about reading your emotions

And matching them as soon as he's aware

So even if you're in the middle of the goofiest goof session, he'll flip the switch just as quick as you

He'll know you're being genuine right away, and wastes no time being dumbfounded or anything

"I'm so in love with you."

You can see his cheeks going a little pink, but he smiles the brightest smile and hugs you tight

Then he returns the affection in full; both physically and verbally

It doesn't matter if you were being verbal or physical with your affection, he'll give you both in return

"I'm in love with you, too."

Depending on if you're in a silly affectionate or serious affectionate mood (again, he'll know), you may or may not end up in a hybrid cuddle-tickle fight

Otherwise you'll settle down somewhere and just bask in each other's arms

Maybe playing with each other's hair, mumbling sweet nothings, listening to heartbeats and breathing

Cartman

He is NOT going to take you seriously (or at least that's how it'll seem)

Even when he realizes that you are, indeed, being serious, he's going to make fun of you

"I love you more than you even know."

He tries to play off the way his cheeks turn pink and the way his heart flutters

He'll look away, waving his hand dismissively at you

"Pff, whatever. You're so cheesy, Y/n."

In reality, he's internalizing what you said and it's getting him higher than the moon

And he can't help just hugging you, at the very least

Or pretending to suplex you as an excuse to get you laying on top of him with his arms around your waist

Then he'll start to think about what you said more, and after a while he'll mutter, almost inaudibly:

"I love you more, stupid."

He'll never admit that he said it (activate gaslighting mode), but he secretly hopes that you really did hear it, and that you believe he said it (despite what he'll try to make you believe)

Because he meant it, and he wants you to know that he feels the same about you :)

Thanks for this request! And thank you so much for reading, take care doves <33

(divider by saradika)

[callme-holly]

Hi! I was wondering if you could write about Dallas having a serious crush on a girl and getting embarrassed telling his friends about it. Love your writing! Thank you so much!

'𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝.' [𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡]

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - this is very all over the place... I might write a part 2 to this where our boy confesses but we'll see. I'm a little behind on requests so I apologise but I swear I will get to them eventually!! Hope ya'll enjoy and as always my asks are still open for requests!!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 727 words

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - mild swearing

Okay so, Dallas wouldn't admit to having a crush straight away, in fact, he'll probably deny it for as long as he possibly can.

I imagine he first saw you at the drive-in with Johnny and Pony and he could not stop looking at you. You had his full, undivided attention and nothing could distract him from you.

When they noticed, Pony and Johnny teased him endlessly for it but, because Dallas was known to have a reputation, they didn't take his staring as anything unusual. They pretty soon forgot about you.

Dallas, however, did not. He couldn't seem to stop thinking about you and when he finally spotted you again he was very quick to strike up conversation.

He found that there was more to you than just a pretty face and took quite a liking to you.

Needless to say, after that first interaction, you had a certain greaser chasing after you like a lost dog wherever you went.

If he's hanging out with the gang and you walk past, you best believe he's dropping everything to follow after you. He doesn't care who he's with, (unless it's Johnny, in which case you'll have two greasers following after you) he will make up an excuse just to run across the street and catch up with you.

it's at this point that the gang will probably notice something is up.

Sure, Dallas chases after girls all the time, but very rarely will he stick to the same one.

When they discover from Ponyboy that you're the same girl he had been obsessing over at the drive-in, they're very quick to catch on and it won't take them long to bring it up to their friend.

One night, they'll all be hanging out at the Curtis House and Two-bit will just casually ask Dallas where he's been running off to every now and then.

Dallas will of course brush them off and tell them to "mind their own" before changing the subject a little too fast to just be casual.

Throughout the night, the boys will then start to drop your name every so often just to gauge Dallas' reaction.

This carries on for a few more weeks (I told you he's stubborn) before he finally admits that he might have feelings for you.

Obviously he tells Johnny first before finally breaking the news to the rest of the gang.

Needless to say, they are all shocked and I can imagine it going a little something like this:

“You what?!”  Dallas winces, taking a long drag from his cigarette as the gang all stare at him wide-eyed. He looks between them, trying to gauge their reactions and finding only confusion with a hint of concern for their friend's well being. “Are you feelin’ okay?” Two-bit raises a hand to Dallas' foregead, only to be slapped away by the hoodlum, earning a scowl in response. “Cut that out, will ya?” He straightens up, placing the cigarette between his lips once more. “It ain’t that big a deal–”  “It kinda is, Dal.” Pony interrupts, tilting his head slightly. “I ain’t known you to settle down with no one.” Dallas grunts. The kid has a point; he doesn’t exactly have the best track record when it comes to dating. Hell, the longest relationship he’d ever been able to maintain had lasted around a month before the girl had gotten tired of his bullshit antics and had dropped him without a second thought. At least that hadn’t been his fault. All the other times, though–well, he wasn't exactly the poster child for healthy relationships.  “Maybe I'm just bored,” he suggests weakly, ignoring the collective eyeroll of the rest of the group. “I mean, there's only so much sleepin' around I can do, man.” It wasn't a lie. He was tired; tired of getting dumped whenever things went south or getting hurt whenever he tried too hard. He wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he just wanted something more. Something permanent. “Never thought I’d live to see the day where Dallas Winston was swoonin’ over a girl.” Steve remarks and Dallas can’t help but roll his eyes, taking his cigarette from his mouth to flick the ashes onto the floor, ignoring the glare he receives from Darry.  “Keep talkin’ like that and you won’t live to see tomorrow.”

So, yeah... he gets pretty defensive real quick and won't take any teasing from anyone.

Let's just say, when he does finally ask you out, he's got six cheerleaders watching from afar.

𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬!!

[elllisaaa]

hi can u write bf hueningkai too please?

BF!KAI who, despite all the time you had spent together, is still shy around you sometimes, and is still absolutely smitten by your beauty.

kai is still hit by the realization that you're really his girlfriend sometimes, because how can someone as pretty and perfect and kind as you love him ? he doesn't know what he did in his past life to deserve that, but he's glad he got to wake up by your side every morning. that also means that he will never stop reminding you that he loves you : he needs to tell you at least five times a day, to cuddle and kiss as much as he can. sometimes he's even worried about smothering you with his affection a little too much, but you always make sure to remind him that you love him too. the smile on his face and faint blush on his cheeks when you whisper that you love him in between kisses may be the most effective way to fluster your boyfriend. that also means that kai is constantly complimenting and praising you. whenever you show him your outfits, he never fails to show you he appreciates them and the genuine smile on his face as he looks at you makes your heart melt.

"you're so gorgeous baby, how are you even real ?"

usually, when kai is a little down, he prefers to be away from everyone else until it gets better. but since he met you, the only thing he need and seek when he had a bad day is the comfort of your embrace. he's not afraid to cry in front of you, and the fact that he trusts you enough to be vulnerable with you only strenghtened how much you care for him. he doesn't like it when his members are treating him like a baby or teasing him about that, but when it's you, he doesn't mind and he even likes it. but kai also wants to look dependable, and for you to not be afraid to come to him when you need something. and when you actually do - often to ask him to help you reach something on the higher shelves - he feels all giddy inside. but that doesn't stop him from teasing you and asking for a kiss in exchange for his service. also the type to hold things out of your reach and ask you to kiss him if you want it back with a smug smile, and then get shy about it once you do it.

"i won't give it back unless you give me a kiss." - "you asked for this kiss baby, don't get shy on me now." - "i'm not ! you lips are just really soft…"

kai doesn't really like to share his plushies collection, especially with his members because he's sure they would lose them. however, when you asked him to borrow one to keep you company while he was away on tour, he couldn't say no to your cute face, pouty lips and pleading, puppy eyes. he's incredibly weak for you. you only need to say "please" and be cute, and he'll cave in very easily. another thing about your boyfriend he's that he wants to see you always well fed and hydrated. so whenever you tell you didn't eat, he will buy food for you. there's no question about who pays when the two of you go out as it's always him. he feels so lucky to have an incredible girlfriend like you, he obviously has to spoil you. sometimes you don't know how to feel about all the gifts he's giving you, but he always insists that he's doing it because he loves you and because you deserve to be treated like the queen you are. his members are always making fun of him for being such a simp for you, but kai couldn't care less, he's proud of it even because every girl should be treated like this and especially you. and everytime he defends you in front of them, you can't help the smile taking over your face.

"you're all just jealous 'cause you are bitchless and i got the prettiest girl all for me."

BF!KAI who is treating you exactly the same way in the bedroom, putting your pleasure above his and everything else. your wishes are his commands.

nothing is too much for his girl, so kai is willing to do everything you want. want him to rail you into next week ? no problem. want him to be your good boy ? of course. however, and even if he's a little ashamed to admit it, he cums twice as fast when he's subbing. the way your voice deepens whenever you take the lead and ask him to jerk off in front of you before he can have your pussy turn him on quickly, getting hard in his pants every time you get more assertive, even when it's not directed to him. you could be scolding the waiter for messing up your order three times and he'll be watching you with lust in his eyes, squirming in his seat and dying to let you use his body and take your frustration out on him when you get back home at night. as much as you can be mean to him, he's nothing but good to you : only talking when he's allowed to, never breaking your rules, keeping his hands for himself when you ask him to. he wants to deserve your praises, to have to work for them. and he'll do absolutely anything for that. he'll eat you out to no end, and if he could die in between your thighs, he would be a happy man. he's also willing to beg, they come out of his mouth so easily it's almost pathetic.

"please baby, please let me taste your pretty cunt, i need it…" - "have you been a good boy hyuka ?" - "yes, yes, i didn't touch myself all week, i waited for you, i promise, please i need you so bad."

the thing that drives kai the most crazy is when you're wearing high socks paired up with a cute little skirt. if you want him to pop a boner on the spot, that's the perfect way to rail him up. whenever you put on a skirt to go out with him, he has to physically restrain himself from fucking you before getting out of the car. because the way the material is rising up whenever you want to get something on the higher shelves of the store you're in is almost giving him a peek of your ass. and of course he's gonna slide behind you to hide the view to everyone else, but you can feel his hot breath against your neck, and his semi hard-on pressing against the small of your back. these little hangouts always end up with some good sex in his car, windows fogged up for the way he has you bouncing on his dick, filling you up with his cum. kai can be a little perv sometimes, and he will have no shame stealing your high socks and panties when he has to go on tour, sniffling the tissue and jerking off while imagining it's you with him right now. he'll send you pics of the evidence of his crimes too, because if he's suffering, you have to suffer too.

"i wish you were there baby, wish it was your little cunt squeezing my dick, fuck ! i miss you so bad, need to ruin you…"

and i personaly think that kai would be easily jealous, but not in a toxic way, in a way that makes him crave to show everyone that he's yours, because he knows that you're fucking gorgeous and that anyone would want to have a chance with you. but you're his. and he's yours. and he needs to show you off. when he gets possessive like that, he's letting you know because he's getting so touchy and clingy, kissing you and letting his hands wander in some inapropriate places sometimes. the sex after that is really good, letting you know how pretty you are and reminding you that you belong to him through and through. besides, even if he doesn't mind you calling him baby, when his members are treating him like that, he despise it. whenever he gets frustrated like that, he needs to assert dominance and he fucks you rough at the dorm - head pushed down in to the pillow, pounding into you from behind, your whines echoing in his rooms and letting know all his hyungs how good he's fucking you. in these kinds of moment, his size kink drives him mad, seeing how easily he's able to throw you around without even trying. and the way you're crying his name from him calling you a desperate slut fuels his ego so much.

"you're clenching around me so tight baby, you love knowing they can all hear you, right ? yeah, i know you do. fucking slut going dumb for my big cock, uh ?"

[mingiiwingii]

PAIRING: detective!sunghoon x detective!reader

Summary: You fell in love with another detective at your branch and was the most known man in your branch. You guys went on a few dates and boom you guys are together but after a few months things start to take a crazy turn. You guys have an unexpected fate come your way. (You have to read the story to find out all the juicyness.)

Genre: fluff, thriller NOW PLAYING: Try again by d.ear and Jaehyun

Warnings: I hope your reading this because there is a part in the store where sunghoon and you have to work on a serial killer case and I got very detailed with the information.

WORD COUNT: 2,493 an: I won’t be able to finish ink and secrets for a little since I was writing it on my phone it kinda broke. So for now I’ll be doing one shots until I can get my new phone.

You thought your life was going pretty well, you just got a very good job a month earlier and you were invited to your first team dinner. When you got there you spotted the head lady of your branch and she also saw you and waved at you to come over. The last seat was next to a man who was very known for his looks. You has never talked to him since he was always so to himself and never dared to talk to anyone for to long. The only time the two of you talked was when you would ask the head lady for help on a case and she’d be busy so she’d point you to him. You had to admit that he was very handsome and you adored his quietness except when it came to the two of you talking. You’d ask for help and he’d simply say “okay you can put the work here and I’ll check it out” but instead of him coming to you to explain it he would give it to the head lady who would report it back to you.

You sat in the empty seat next time and he bowed to you “y/n, l/n is that the correct name?” He asks you with a inviting smile, you were very surprised he even started a conversation with you. You gave him a wide smile back “yes that is correct and as everybody knows your the branches famous park sunghoon.” He laughs and puts his head down “I don’t think I’m the branches famous one I’d say it’s Jake if anything”. You look him up and down “you kidding me? I’ve heard your name at least twice from out of all the girls in our branches mouth and I’ve only been here for a month.”

He gives you a smile then nods his head “you’ve made a good point that I can’t argue with Ms. l/n.” The rest of the time was spent with just ye two of you guys laughing with one another while the rest of the people in your branch laughed about their own conversations. Some of the girls tried to jump in you guys conversation since it was the first time they had seen sunghoon with such a smile let alone for that long but sunghoon only ignored them or stopped smiling and gave a bit of small talk.

After the dinner came to an end you guys smiled and waved each other goodbye, as you were walking away your boss had called out your name “Y/N YOU WALK SO FAST WAIT FOR ME.” She said as she ran towards you “my house is in this direction so let’s walk together.” You gave her a bright smile “of course come on” you two had gotten a little closer almost a week after working there. She gives you a smile then bumps your shoulder “so I see he likes you” she says with the cheesiest smile. You give her a confusing smile “who is it that we’re talking about now?” you question her. She stops smiling realizes that you don’t know who she’s talk about “my brother.” You give her another confusing look and she gives you another smile before she says the name “Sunghoon” You look at her very shocked.

You look closer at her face and realize that they did look alike “I see it now” u say. She smiles again “but hey you’re the only one who known in our branch so don’t tell a soul unless you know sunghoon” you give her a nod and you guys talk until you part ways. For the next few weeks you and sunghoon spoke everyday and always ate lunch together and you slowly started to realize that you had a crush on him. After a month or two of that going on, he asked you on an official date and it went very good and it became a normal for the two of you to continue going out together for lunch and would meet up for dinner at least once a week.

He then was able to have his sister help him plan a way to officially ask you out and it was the best they decorated and rented out a place. “Y/n will you please make my day and say yes to this one request I have? Going forward in time starting today would you please let me be your boyfriend?” You had not expected any of this to happen tonight you were supposed to be out with his sister but of course you said yes.

You guys were going good for the first 5 months of the relationship then you guys had a really huge argument out of something so small. Although you guys were able to settle the argument that night thinking that would be the last one you were completely wrong. You guys were arguing almost everyday over you saying the wrong thing or him doing something that you didn’t like. You guys were constantly walking on eggshells around each other trying to make sure not to say the wrong thing or trying not to do the wrong thing.

Six months later you guys were at a point of time where the two of you argued in every conversation or you guys just didn’t talk. One day you were sitting in your car waiting for sunghoon so he could tell you something. He finally got to the car after being late almost 30 minutes which would’ve normally fueled up an argument since he hadn’t text you that he would be late. Except he was crying when he got in the car “y/n” he says while looking up at you. You already knew what was about to happen tears start to swell up in your eyes as you look back at him.

He grabs your hand and kisses the back of it “hey beautiful I know I know it’s gonna be hard.” He says as he wipes your tears. “But what if letting go is the only way for us to find happiness again? Every time I see you I get happy no matter if we’re about to argue or we’re already arguing and I love you so much. But we just argue all the time you deserve someone who can be there for you without arguing with you over everything don’t you think?” He asks and you nod your head “and you do as well” you say with more tears streaming down your face as you squeeze his hand. He slowly pulls his hand away from you and grabs your head giving you one last forehead kiss. “Goodbye y/n” “goodbye sunghoon.” The was last time you spoke to her before he left the car. You guys gave each other everything but it wasn’t enough for each other to stay.

You took the next month off of work and of course your boss knew why, but when you went back to work there was. No sight of sunghoon that’s when your boss came and pulled you over to a corner “hey how’s everything going for you, I see your looking for sunghoon but he moved to another branch he didn’t want it to be to hard for you two to see each other you know?” You nod your head maybe it’s for the best you keep telling yourself but boy you missed him.

That night when you want home you couldn’t help but keep replaying conversations wondering where did they all go wrong for it to get this far. You guys made sure that you never had the chance to bump into one another since it would just be to painful. Except one day you had no choice the head of all branches called out some of their best detectives and police officers for this one serial killer case.

Information about the case: 3 attempted murders and 21 historical murders each one was plastered all around the world so everyone knew about it. He would chop their bodies apart each toe each finger, legs, arms, hands, feet, if you had boobs he’d slice them off while you were alive and if you had a penis he would slice it off while you were still breathing, and of course your head as well. He’d leave all the body parts in a cooler at the crime scene. There hasn’t been a killing of his in 7 years except he was back but with two murders both done the same way.

At the start when the two of your first started working together you guys didn’t talk to each other at all but at some point you were given no choice to when he missed a day and you had to be the one to fill him in on what you guys had discovered the day before.

One night when the team was checking another crime scene of his you had stepped away because it was to much for you to look at sunghoon noticed so he informed the leader of the case that you had stepped out and he would go buy you a water from next door. When sunghoon came back he couldn’t find you anywhere “hey guys have you seen y/n?” The lead detective stood up and walked towards him “wait did you not just go to the store to buy her a water” sunghoon just nodded his head and continued to look around when another detective spotted blood on the wall that said the words ‘catch me if you can’ “guys he’s here and he has her” the detective says as he points at the blood written words on the wall.

The lead detective looks at sunghoon “alright guys we’ll finish this later spread out and make sure you find her nobody goes home until the end of the night, try to find her tonight guys I don’t want to end up finding my detective in a cooler” he ordered and everyone did so. After a long day of everyone searching all detectives being paired up with police officers just in case they found you or the murderer. Sunghoon and his paired officer heard a loud scream “don’t hurt me please” you yelled and sunghoon knew your voice “it’s her officer it’s  owing from over there”

Him and the officer ran to where the screams came from and peaked over the corner and there you and the murderer were “y/n don’t you finally remember me I’ve been trying to get your attention for years but who did you notice? That stupid detective all you guys did was argue I offered you the world I would’ve never argued with you and we both know that. I asked you out a month after you guys broke up but what did you say u said ‘no I’m not ready fr a relationship with somebody who isn’t him and I don’t know when I will be’. You made me laugh so much that day when I went home and thought about it.” 

He leans down and plants the sloppiest long kiss on your lips. Your mines now y/n he has yet to come for you.” He says sunghoon picks up a pole next to him and runs up and knocks the man in his head with it the throws the pole as the man falls then he gets on top of him and starts to punch him in his face as everyone else found you guys some detectives are make sure your okay and the others are trying to get sunghoon off the man because they need the man alive to testify for court.

After they finally get sunghoon off of the man he runs over to you to make sure your good. He then grabs a napkin that he had in his back pocket and grabs the water bottle from earlier that the officer carried for him. He puts water on the napkin he pulled out and wipes it all over your lips “he shouldn’t have kissed you he’s suck a weirdo” he says under his breath while you let put a little laugh.

After that things turned back to how they were before except the serial killer was facing the death penalty. You and sunghoon hadn’t spoke in a month but you guys bumped into each other at a cafe literally. He looked at you with the same shyness he had on you guys first date “hey y/n I’ve been meaning to see you, I mean I think I want to talk to you.” You give him a confuse looks “you think? you want to talk to me about what?” He looks at his phone checking the time “I don’t have to go to work for another two hours if you have the time do you think you can maybe accompany me to a cup of coffee, we’ll I’ll drink coffee and you can have green tea since I know it’s your favorite.” 

You nod your head as you guys walk over to and empty table a little far from everyone else so your conversation could be more private. After you guys got your drink you blew on your tea and took a small sip. You look up at “so what is it exactly that you want to talk about?” He looks out the window then puts his head down then looks back at you “about us y/n” he says in a facile tone.

“Okay what’s up?” He looks at you worried about what you’ll think about his next words “do you maybe kind of even a little miss what we had? And do you think that we could try again, you know like having me as your boyfriend again from here on out?” You give him shocked look “Sunghoon if your 100 percent serious about the two questions that you just asked me then my answer to both questions are yes. Yes I’d give it another chance, sometimes love isn’t about never falling apart, but about knowing you can rebuild what you once had.”

He gives you a small smile of relief “wait really y/n?” he asked with a huge smile before he gets up and runs over to your side of the table leaning down to you planting a kiss on your lips. “I’m glad we came to an agreement my beautiful girlfriend. Also it’s great that we’re on good terms because I’ll be starting back at your branch today.” You give him a huge bright smile “really this’ll be just like old times.” He nods his head then walk away to go pay for your drinks. When he comes back he pulls you up and you guys start walking out hand in hand “also you should let me move in with you beautiful we could get a better connection you know.” You look up at him and give him a big smile “I’ll think about it”

[ravenstargames]

✦ LOST IN LIMBO DEVLOG #15 | 02.06.2025

It's February y'all! Actually it has been for a couple of days—yes, I've noticed! The team and I are buried in work and I only found time to start writing our newest devlog right now, with my cat on my lap and a bellyache!

First of all—this is the first devlog where the "Kickstarter vs Public" updates will be noticeable. Our Kickstarter and future Patreon devlogs will include more info (they already did, but now we'll tune down the spoilers we show publicly), which doesn't mean our public updates will be a flop. At least I hope so!

This January, we finished Amon and Ara's reworks completely, and Raquel also managed to pull off Envy and Raeya's. Pride's is ready to see the world, but we'll post it on Discord tomorrow most likely, and then you know how it goes! Poor Raquel has been working her ass off, as per usual.

For the next couple of weeks, Raquel will work on updating the expression charts of every LI! Our plan is to have our first demo update around February 17th, aligned with the start of the Storyteller Steam Festival; that update will include the sprites overhaul, a few fixes, as well as a sneak-peek of the patch notes you'll be able to check in game every time we update not only the demo, but the full game in the future.

A strange building suddenly appears in your quiet town...

Being able to hire Airyn for the Extended Demo is giving us a boost we so desperately needed. Airyn and Astro are incredible background artists and they work together so so well, which I hope you can appreciate in this small sneak peek of the outside of Master Lysander's shop. On January Astro finished the concept and 3D modelling of this background, and Airyn now has it in her very expert hands. Right now, Astro is working on our third and last Extended Demo background, and let me tell you it's looking delicious!

So far, we have 10k+ extra words in the script. I say so far because it's still a long way from being finished. I can say that every LI, as we promised, we'll be getting a new, one on one scene with the MC, but I'm aiming for two—one short, one long. The story will be paced better and you'll get a bit more time with Raeya, who was the most affected by our initial demo being shortened.

Choices were also something y'all wanted to see more of, so right now those are sitting at 75~. Not 75 choice menus; 25 choices so far with 3-4 options each. The current demo version has...like 15~ if I remember correctly.

In my most recent programming adventure, I fixed some stuff thanks to the help of dear Feniks and got ready a pop-up screen that will appear every time the demo / game updates, so y'all can see what's new. The game will remember you've already seen it once and won't make it appear again unless you want it to via a button :^)

A lot of things going behind the scenes this past month! Organizing our taxes, fighting minor inconveniences, talking to our voice actors, checking files, getting the Kickstarter Backer discord role ready, sorting out documents, dealing with our daily lives...

Also, Kayden has been working on more mini cgs, as well as some stuff for our artbook! :^)

Work is going really well! I'm excited for this new month, and I hope everyone is too! I'm a bit tired from work so if you all don't mind, I'm going to keep this short 💜!

As always, thank you so much for supporting us and our game! Please take care, be kind to yourself, and see you in the next one! 🫂

[hypnzo]

Hello! First of all, i hope you are having or had a good day <3

I really like your writing! So I was wondering if I can do a request for a fic with the reader being the daughter of Hypnos and comforting/helping Percy with his nightmares?

It could be of the two of them in an established relationship or that, to comfort him, she confesses her feelings/Percy admitting his feelings for her since the nightmares make him afraid of losing her?

If you can't or don't feel comfortable that's fine, tysm 💞

Embodiment of Comfort

Percy Jackson x Hypnos cabin!Reader (Gender-Neutral)

Warning !! English is not my first language, there might be so mischaracterizations.

Note: I'm not exactly so proud of this work, I was really tired when making this, so I apologize for its bad writing...

You've been friends with Percy for quite a while now. Your friendship started around his first week in camp, but you didn't expect anything from it.

That was until you realized how you've been silently gushing over him, the son of Poseidon—Percy Jackson—a name that everyone around the camp knew and admired.

You couldn't blame them though—black hair, tanned skin, toned body, great personality, kind of a dork, what's there to not admire?

However, being a child of Hypnos meant nothing to you. It felt really dull... Mostly because everyone just seems to know you as someone that sleeps all day and has nothing to contribute unless "sleep" was the talk.

If you were being honest, the thought alone made you feel even more disappointed knowing your childhood crush was simply just out of your league.

“...Gods, I hate that guy.” you murmured against your pillow. To be real, you didn't really hate Percy—maybe you did, but only since he's been an annoying buzz in your head all day long.

Maybe a part of it was your fault, but you'd defend yourself and say that at least more than half of it was his fault.

“He doesn't even have to be all that charming... Those black hair, sea-green eyes...” you paused, hugging your pillow, looking afar bit too starstruck before you began once more, “especially those sea-green eyes.”

As you were zoning out on your bed, you heard a voice cut through your thoughts—a voice that was, unfortunately, familiar. “Sleepy?”

Shit.

You blinked, averting your gaze towards him while your mind panicked and you swore you've said every cuss words known to man.

It wasn't intentional—genuinely, you felt like an idiot saying those words out loud—you felt even more stupid, knowing that you've completely forgotten that Percy was here all along.

“Percy, uh...” you started, but now you wished you could go back in time for a few seconds so you were able to just shut yourself up.

He looked sleepy, his voice sounded groggy as well, however his grin seems to just strengthen against the pillow he was snuggling with.

“So, I take it you have a crush on someone?”

“No!”

“Right, right.” he says, adjusting his position to lay on his back like a starfish, staring at the ceiling of the bunk bed. “You hate the guy. Got it.”

“Shut up.”

“Will do.” he says, motioning a ziplock on his mouth, but the cheeky, almost smug-like grin that was plastered on his face never faltered on his lips one bit.

After a few moments of silence, he motions to be unlocking the imaginary ziplock on his mouth, his hands finding his own hair while his eyes remain shut.

“What now?”

“Soo... thank you.”

“Huh?”

“For your service.” he joked once more, only to receive an unimpressed glance from you which made him shut up. At least for a moment...

“No seriously,” he says, propping himself up on one elbow as he glanced up at you, “thanks...”

“If I'm going to be real honest with you, sleep has never come easy for me. Especially during my first week in camp.”

You blinked, remaining the silence you've stilled, letting him pour out his words while his gaze would often shift from one furniture to another.

“I just want to thank you for just.. being there,” he sighed, “If I'm being real with you, sleepy,” he murmured before he continued, “nightmares have been gnawing at me left and right.”

“And really, your comfort—no, your presence alone has helped me. I don't know if you even realize it, but you feel like comfort itself, as though the very essence of it was mused after you.”

“What are you saying?” you felt your breath hitch at his words.

He paused, looking for any uncertainty in your eyes. Despite his shaky nerves, he looked into your eyes, letting out a breath that he didn't even realize he was holding.

“...I like you.”

...

“Was that too forward?” he chuckled lightly though his laugh felt breathless as if he was just as nervous as you were about the whole situation.

“Sleepy?”

“Sorry, sorry, uh,” you snapped out of your focus, however your words couldn't get itself out of your throat like it was stuck there.

Despite his panicking nerves, he patted you on the back as if to help and ground you on what was happening. “Relax, it's just me.” he chuckled lightly.

“Do you really mean that?”

“That I like you? Of course I do. Why wouldn't I mean it?”

You didn't know how to begin your words, the only sensation you could feel was the way your palms start to form its cold sweat. “I like you too, Percy. Might I now add that I have been crushing on you for quite some time now as well?” you uttered out sheepishly.

“Really?”

“Mhm,” you smiled, “I mean it—like for real. You're like one of the coolest person I've ever met and you don't even have to try.” you say, feeling his hand tangle in yours.

“I try really hard, actually.” he chuckled lightly, brushing his hands against your hair, tucking it in behind your ear before he pressed a quick, kiss on your cheek.

Hesitantly, you held his face in your palm, feeling him lean onto your touch as he tops his hand over yours while his thumb skimmed through your knuckle.

“Thank you, sleepy.”

“You don't have to thank me for anything.” you leaned in with a smile to draw a peck on his nose.

Have a request? Feel free to send one in!

[that-basic-simp]

JQ Period Headcanons

@pinkusmaximus asked if I could write some JQ period headcanons. So here ya go! Some NSFW mixed in because I am too lazy to separate them. Enjoy!

--she will immediately know when you start, even a week before you start

--your hormones are all over the place, you sometimes want to get down and dirty with her, even though you sometimes rarely initiate it

--since she just knows, she checks to make sure you have what you need

--and if you're either running low or out, she will go out and get some for you

--she's also your personal heated blanket, but sometimes it can be too much since Junkertown is scorching

--she will also personally move you if you are incapable of moving

--if your cramps are too much, she will pick you up like the princess you are and take you to where you need to be

--will take long showers with you if you want her in there, but you feel too embarrassed because of the flow you're having

--she'd just laugh it off and say she has seen and experienced worse

--because SHE HAS, not just through fighting, but through her own cycles

--while she doesn't have too many painful cramps, she does have a heavier flow

--so while your cycle can last about 4-6 days, hers lasts the full week

--and she will go through at least three to four products a day because of how heavy it is

--she even gets woken up in the middle of the night because of the flow

--so when you're off yours and she's on hers, you're there for her as she is for you

--even though you can't physically lift her, you can relieve some pain

--such as when she is experiencing cramps, you will massage her stomach and back

--you'll make her some tea and sit in bed with her, because she's not moving unless she has to

--also expect some angry people looking for the Queen, but you tell them off in the most vulgar way possible

--in which Odessa will hear all of it and laugh

--when you're on your cycle, your drive goes up a bit

--it's not like Odessa's, because no one can match this woman's drive

--and it gets worse when she's on her cycle

--expect her to give you those eyes at least three times a day, minimum

--this woman will do it anywhere at any time

--making dinner? damn, you never looked better to her

--sitting doing nothing? she's on the ground trying to get in between your legs

--of course this all comes with consent, she is the Queen after all, but most importantly, your girlfriend

--but the minute you let her, she's not stopping until you pull out the safe word

--if she's on her cycle, she won't use the strap, no matter how much she wants to

--so it's the good ol' mouth and finger combo

--which still does work well, considering her fingers are long and thick

--so it makes up for not using the strap

--now if you're on your period and you want some action, this is the one and only time she will be on the receiving end

--for both strap and oral

--and if you're feeling a little adventurous, she'll even allow you to do some bondage

--not a lot, but some

--now if it so happens that both of you sync up (which happens a lot often than you think because you two are around one another a lot)

--again, be prepared for nothing to get done because either one or none of you are moving

--you're just in bed for that week

--or just roaming around the house during that time

--but yeah, nothing gets done because you also might be trapped in Odessa's arms

--she is also the kind of person who gets very cuddly on her period

--and you don't mind it because even though she's very cuddly in general, this amps it up a bit

--when either one of you are on your period, the other does anything and everything to relieve some pain or discomfort

--Odessa's emotions don't really change that much during her cycle

--sure she might get a bit more agitated easily, but it's as if nothing is happening to her

--unless something happens to you

--then she's back into Queen mode and will banish someone

--you stop her before she does anything because it was just a harmless comment

--to her, that harmless comment means everything because how dare someone attempt to harass you

--but after she tells that person off, she checks in on you with teary eyes

--she just loves you so much that it can be overwhelming, especially on her period

--but you don't mind it, because it just shows she'll do anything for you

--and you'll do anything for her

[theolmtales]

That asshole teammate (That's you) Part 2 (AFAB Reader)

Hey, I'm back with some half-new food. Some people request a part 2 to my previous Ganji OS & I said that IF I get some ideas I might write something. Well turns out I did have some, so here ya go.

I hope you guys enjoy this small part 2 & that it is to your liking:)

I keep forgetting the word chest & writing torso. Sorry for all the non sexy anatomy words that I probably forgot. I’m in the science field.

Ganji X Reader

Summary:

After your heated ''conversation'' with Ganji, you started to be a little more cooperative & nice toward him & the others. Well, in your own way. & mostly with him. But old habits die hard & it didn't take you long to start avoiding him. The reason? Well it's up to Ganji to find out, if he can catch you that is.

Rated: Explicit

Warning: None

To say Ganji was annoyed was an understatement. He wasn’t angry. Definitely not. He was just slightly boiling inside. The reason? You. What else honestly?

After the… events from that night, he had expected you to tone down your attitude. If not with the others, at least with him. There had been some heartfelt confession that night, after all. Nothing close to love, but he had hoped the two of you would get along better.

The following days were indeed better, but it didn’t last. A couple of days was all it took for you to revert to your insufferable self. But now you were avoiding him on top of it!

It wasn’t regret from the night; you had more than enough gut to tell him to his face & you weren’t scared or jumpy near him. No, it was something else. Was he at fault? No, you wouldn’t be hiding, you would be throwing it at his face with that annoying smirk of yours.

Ganji had been racking his brain for a couple of weeks now. Unable to put his finger on your change of attitude.

At first you were completely normal. A little bit of red on the ears and an annoyed look when he would smirk at you. Honestly, he was loving the shift in this dynamic. You were still harsh, but there was a lot less bite to it. Unless someone messes up bad.

The biggest change was probably the fact that you were teaming up with him now. You two were killing it. Or dying like complete morons sometimes… You still need a little more oil in the engine of teaming up. But not that much, guess all that time bickering at each other before was paying off in a surprisingly effective way.

But now you had made a 180-degree turn. Sitting as far away from him at the waiting table & doing everything in your power to not team-up. Unless absolutely necessary… At least you didn’t revert back 100%. But the weirdest part was the… silent treatment? He saw you gave shit to another teammate, but him? None of his recent mistakes came with a comment. Not even a little tsk.

He had try talking to you. But either you would make sure other people were around or you were quick to disappear. For all that noise you made to attract the hunter you were a stealthy motherfucker.

As for your room, well, it was hard to find. Nobody ever bother to know were you where & it turns out your room was in a very recluse spot. You had to make a certain number of turns in a specific order. Turn out that’s how the less social survivors had their room arranged in this ever-changing manor.

Honestly, the first time he found your room it was by accident. He had nothing better to do & decided to roam endlessly to try & find you. He got you just as you were closing the door behind you. Knocking (& trying to knock the door down) prove unsuccessful. He had heard sound coming from inside, so he knew you were there & saw correctly.

After that, you got a few days break because he couldn’t find your room anymore. It’s Orpheus who told him how it worked, he said he didn’t know what your pattern was, but that he knew of one. Fucker gave him Aesop’s pattern. Now he was sure Orpheus knew about your pattern.

& thus, it took him a couple more days to find your room again. He tried to go by memory, but he had to gave up & find Orpheus. He told him he came right on time; he just found another pattern… Yeah sure.

Once he found it, he tried to talk through the door. But either you weren’t there, or you refused to answer. Man, you were so stubborn. Now that he thinks about it, most of your problems could probably be solve if you would just stop being such an ass. Literally.

He even tried to stand all day in front of the door. Angry looking. He was stubborn too.

But alas, here he was again. Waiting. Though this time he was hiding farther away, in a corner. You would have no choice but to pass by his hiding spot. He was waiting like a predator for its prey. This time you weren’t escaping & you two were going to talk this out. Oh, you were so getting it by the end of it.

To pass time, he was trying to figure out if something had happened when you change demeanor. But the only thing he could think off was that you start avoiding him the same time you could sit normally again.

…It couldn’t be that, right? Ok he did go harder on you, put that was the accumulation of months of anger from your shitty attitude. He wasn’t planning on doing that again. Hell, he wasn’t planning on having any type of love related relationship with you, he just didn’t want you to go breaking down. You were always making sure everybody was as safe as they could be, without any regard to your own well being. Hence the awful attitude, to make sure you didn’t become close to anybody. The breaking your back part was just an unexpected turn of events. You deserved it.

Suddenly he ears the sound of a door cracking open. He stops moving & breathing. Silence. Then the sound is followed by a pair of hesitant footsteps & the noise of a door closing. Then, the footstep grows closer et more confident.

You barely turn the corner before realizing that there is someone. Your eyes rising to meet the person’s face. But at the same time, you register who it is from the clothing. Your eyes widen in surprise.

‘‘Shit.’’

You barely got time to put one step behind before Ganji catches you by the arms. Push you in the dark corner & keep you lock in place.

‘‘Well, well… Turn out you’re still alive.’’ He says his left eye twitching in annoyance.

‘‘H-Hey…’’ You speak. Just as it damn on you that you were cooked.

‘‘Don’t you have anything else to say to me?’’

‘‘No idea what you could possibly be talking about. You’re the one stalking me like a creep!’’ You answered trying to divert the subject. Quickly reverting to your protective tactic after the initial shock; being a pain in the ass.

‘‘Seriously, one night together & you’re already drunk on me? Didn’t take you for that type of guy, eh.’’ You look at him, smirking & making sure to look extra arrogant.

 Ganji doesn’t answer, he just stands there. His eyes fixed on you while you can feel his grip on you becoming stronger. His fingers digging into your skin.

You’re getting a little anxious from the serious stare he gives you, but your do your best not to break character. Then, he comes closer to you, until he’s only a few inches away from your face.

‘‘I thought we were past that point, you & I. Now, what is it?’’

‘‘What is what?’’ You’re a liar. ‘‘You & I had a little bit of fun in the infirmary & now you think I’m going to be your little cock drunk thing? Please. Your dick ain’t that special.’’ You continue, ending your sentence with a scoff.

Ganji refrain from rolling his eyes, but you can feel it in his gaze. ‘‘I’m not talking about that part & you know it. Why are you avoiding me? You know I’m on your side & you can count on me? If you can’t stop pretending in front of the others at least do it with me. I already told you; you won’t last long if you only make enemies.’’ His voice was harsh, but calm.

A look of shock makes it’s way on your face, you’re trying to think of something quick to retort. But nothing comes to mind. To be honest, you don’t want to hide from him. But you’re too stubborn & wary to be honest. That’s why all of his heartfelt confession about trust from last time got pushed away by your fear. So, you keep playing dumb, even if you know he knows.

‘‘I don’t want your help.’’

False.

‘‘Of course you do.’’ You send him a glare before he continues. ‘‘You just don’t trust people in situations like these.’’

You’re surprised again. It’s exactly what you told him last time you two were in the infirmary. His upper body leaning just slightly forward, his voice deeper & calmer as he follows up with.

‘‘Unlike you I remember what we told each other that night.’’

You can feel your cheeks getting warmer as he looks you in the eyes, it’s seemed to be coming directly from your chest but ignore that part. You fell silent for a moment, avoiding his eyes.

‘‘…I… didn’t realized you were listening…’’

‘‘What a shitty-ass answer…’’ The look of disdain on his face is a stark contrast from his previous anger one. How dare he react that way.

‘‘What do you want me to say!?! I’m being the worse person I can possibly be to you & out of nowhere you tell me you trust me & I should do the same? That’s sketchy as fuck man! & I’m not talking about the part, right after, where you jump on me! How am I supposed to interpret that!?! That’s some weird kink you got there!!!’’ You’re too taken aback to think clearly & you’re on auto pilot. Half being a dick, half being truthful.

Ganji eye twitch again under your half-hearted insult.

‘‘Can’t you just accept defeat? You’re trying too hard now.’’

His calm, yet annoyed, helps you regain your senses. But you still keep that frown of yours.

‘‘…After a while, I figured you probably weren’t that serious about it. People say a lot of things on the moment. & what you mean compared to what it means to me can be two very different things. What you said really made me happy, to be able to trust someone. But I couldn’t shake this feeling that it probably didn’t mean that much to you or that you just had ulterior motives, the more the day passes.’’

The silence on Ganji’s end makes you look up at him & gulp. His expression is unreadable, a first. & than, suddenly it explodes.

‘‘THAT WAS IT?!? SERIOUSLY!!!?!’’

He continues. ‘‘You realized how much time I spend at your fucking door trying to understand what was wrong with you!? Or if it was something I did?! But in the end, you’re just shit endling your emotions!!!’’

Well, that was hurtful, true, but hurtful to your pride none the less.

You prepare to bite back, but he interrupts you by leaning his forehead harshly against your own. A forced smile as he speak.

‘‘You are so getting it.’’

You gulp. Oh…

‘‘Get down. Now.’’ He put the emphasise on the last word as he forces you down on your knees. Not like you’re offering that much resistance anyway.

You come face to face with his crotch who is starting to have a visible bulge. You look back up at him but bring your gaze right back to his pants after meeting his stare. You open his pants & free his half-hardened cock the sigh of it making your own crotch twitch.

You start giving it a few pumps, before opening your mouth & giving some unsure licks, getting a feel of the situation. You suddenly feel one of Ganji’s hand leave your shoulder before something grip your hairs & shove you down his length.

Ganji’s cock goes into your mouth without much resistance. Sliding along your tongue & almost hitting the back of your throat while your nose is getting tickled by his pubic hair from how far he pushed you. You have to claw at his legs to get some sort of momentum, because he doesn’t wait for you to adjust. He as your hair in an iron fist as he pushes you down & up his cock.

After a few runs, you’re able to get your foot back & start following his lead. Deciding it’s best to run along. Running your tongue around his shaft in sink with the motion. Lewd noises coming from you each time his dick reaches your throat. The grip on your hair becoming slightly painful as he starts losing himself in the moment. Heavy breathing leaving him while he rests his head on the wall behind him. His eyes closed to focus on the feeling of your tongue on his cock.

Your own pants are feeling constricted as your excitement grows. But you don’t want to lose your focus on Ganji, too scared he might make your throat even more soar than it will already be. Thus, you opt to grinding your legs together to get some sort of friction, not caring for now if it gets a little painful.

Your moans increase with the stimulation, the vibrations reverberating delightfully onto Ganji’s cock. Suddenly, he ripped you off from his length but keeps your face right in front of it. You use this time to take in more air.

‘‘What are you waiting for? You got a job to finish.’’ His tone is without appeal. You take your hands away from his legs to give him a few expert pumps. It only takes him so much to ejaculate on your face. You already closed your eyes in anticipation, not wanting it to get in your eyes.

While your eyes are closed, Ganji’s makes sure not to miss a second of this show. His cum is covering your face in drops as he holds you still, making sure you can’t avoid it as you keep stimulating him. Trying to milk him as much as you could while he pants.

You even finish with it by opening your mouth catching some of the last spurt. Opening your eyes once he stops and giving a lick to his tips to catch the last droplets before swallowing all of it with your gaze fixed on his predatory one. Cum rolling down your face while his gaze makes your walls clench on nothing, begging for something as it lack stimuli.

‘‘Fuck… You’re so hot.’’ He wasn’t planning on going farther at first. Just wanting to punish you a little while blowing up some steam, but you had a way of making him go harder. & not just with his cock.

You grunt as Ganji’s pushes you up, still holding you by the hairs. Smashing his lips on yours as he get’s your bottom clothing out of the way, before using his callous hands to grab you by the butt & putting your legs around him. You sigh, finally about to get something inside of you to fill the emptiness.

‘‘W-wait’’ you start, trying to break the kissing ‘‘We’re in the middle of the hallway, what if… mnh… see?’’

‘‘&?’’ He answers with that same domineering tone.

‘‘Should have think about that before trying to avoid me.’’ He answers, his lips going down your neck to takes some bites as he aligns you on top of his still hard cock.

Before you can answer anything back with your snarky comebacks, he pushes you down his dick, giving a harsh push as he rams you into the wall to keep both of you steady. The walls shacking a little under his strength & scraping your back slightly. Deciding to go for slower, but more powerful trust, shacking your inside with each one.

He keeps on going until he feels you approaching your climax. One of his hands leaves its hold on your butt, takes the bottom of your top clothing & shove it in your mouth. Letting your stomach & breast in view of his hungry eyes. Then it goes straight to massaging one of your breasts. Fondling & squeezing them. Then, switching to your nipple. Rolling it between his fingers & ending it with a harsh pinch.

He than goes down to meet your clit. Caressing your stomach on its wake. He presses on your clit & follow the rhythm of his trusts. Drawing & pressing circles, followed by some occasional squeeze. Soon your walls are clenching delightfully on his dick & you’re coming all over him.

It doesn’t stop him from trusting into you, on the contrary he put more strength into it. Preventing you from coming down your high & making you come more as you try not to lose your grip on him. A useless attempt, but his strong arm & the wall keeps you in place. Your whines muffle by the piece of clothing in your mouth as a few tears comes down from your eyes.

He keeps on going, his hot breath on your shoulders causing condensation to build up on your skin as he gives you sloppy kisses & bites. Not satisfied, he puts you down but keep a hold of your trembling form. Turning you around & getting back in as he holds you by your waist. His strong grip sure to leaves some bruises later.

You’re pressed, yet again, between Ganji’s firm chest & the walls. The coldness, from the new part of the wall, pressing on your nipples & making them harden. All the while Ganji is back inside you, his hips frantically humping in uncoordinated thrusts, chasing after his end.

After a few more frantic thrust Ganji’s can feel his high getting close again & with a last shove, he comes deep inside of you. Spasming, has he empty what is left of him deep in you. His nails digging in the skin of your waist, while he sunk his teeth right were your neck & shoulder meet.

You two are taking your time regaining your breath, not caring anymore of the risk of someone coming by. One of his hands comes to encircle your belly while his breath his in your ears.

‘‘I swear to my gods, if in a week you start avoiding me again, I’m fucking you on the waiting room in front of our teammates & the hunter.’’

Bonus :

Things that were probably said at one point:

Now that Ganji was thinking about it, you had reverted at the same time your butt had been better. Maybe you just wanted him to spare your bottom.

''Well, if your butt hurt too much, you still got a mouth, no?''

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''If every time you need to apologies, I need to fuck you stupid you won't be able to participate in matches anymore.''

''Hey! I'm not in the wrong! You're just too horny to see it!''

''...''

[moodymisty]

I request that you write about whatever 40k character you've currently got brainworms for. Space Marine or Primarch, smut, angst, or fluff, it don't matter to me. I love them all, and everything you write ends up being a treat to read :)

Author's note: If you or any other serf you know is suffering from Sad Pussy Disease, please report to your nearest Captain.

Relationships: Theo (Lamenter OC)/Fem!Reader

Warnings: Vaguely lewd, Slight period kink,

Theo's vox begins to hail with a sudden alarm across his helmet's hud, from a channel he recognizes. He steps away for a brief moment and pulling off from his squad of brothers, before answering.

"What is wrong?"

He says, voice filled with worry. A million different things races through his mind with a speed that only an astartes can muster.

He gave this channel to you for emergencies- to make sure you were safe while he was gone. Serfs generally took good care of each other but Theo knew you were outcast by a lot of them since becoming his personal serf, friendships fading away as you moved to his quarters to tend to him. He wanted to give you the ability to tell him if something was wrong; If he needed to perhaps even ask a favor of a brother.

Moments after he speaks your voice is like a gentle song that washes over him, even with the crackle and distortion of a vox channel reaching the limits of its communications span. He can see distantly up in orbit the ship you're on from his position planetside, but even that stretches the limits of his short range comms.

"...I miss you..."

Theo lets out a massive sigh from his three lungs, once he realizes you aren't in danger. His voice loses that sense of worry and instead changes to a more stern tone.

"This channel was not for you to use unless there was an emergency." You whine, and Theo feels his resolve break a bit; He hates how your pleading and begging tears right through his armor at his resolve. "We are ahead of our projections, we should return by the end of the solar week." You whine again, and he can just barely hear you rolling around on his cot.

"If this next advancement goes to plan as well, some of us might return to the ship to regroup. I might see you then."

Theo ignores a curious look from a fellow Lamenter passing by, who then realizes he's standing so oddly away from them due to taking on vox.

"But you will still have your armor on?" Theo wonders what is with all your odd questions, but answers anyways.

"Yes, but I can still visit you with-'

You let out an even louder whine, cutting him off.

"But I miss you, Theo."

He doesn't get what you mean at first, before you clarify. There's a desperation and sadness in your voice he isn't entirely familiar with.

"My cycle just started and I miss you, nothing else is working I just want you..."

You can hear the crackle of silence over the vox, before he clears his throat. This was the last thing he needed to hear while being swamped in enemy fire underneath the sweltering heat of this desert world. Sand crunches in the seams of his armor, while he can only think of the softness of your skin.

"My fingers don't feel as good as you..."

Theo has been feeling hungry, having been at least two Terran months since he last bit you, and now he knows that with your cycle- you had taught him the term and it's meaning in a lengthy conversation- started, he now has a literal feast laying in his quarters right now. One that is whining, begging for his cock.

Theo walks away a bit farther, to avoid anyone hearing his voice through his helmet. Astartes ears are more than a bit keen, and even if they're busy talking through battlefield theoreticals he does not want them catching even a single word of this.

But it is not... Unheard of around the Lamenters for them to take solace in their baseline refugees. It is also not unheard of for serfs like you that bleed monthly to be rare meals for wayward Lamenters; The scent alone oftentimes has them drooling, and to have a taste of blood with less risk of injuring their baseline companions is a tantalizing opinion.

"My love, I will return to you soon,"

He is going to punish you for this; Now he has to fight in this dead, skeleton filled desert knowing he has you wet and waiting for him in the confines of his quarters.

"And when I am back, I am going to mouth that cunt of yours until you regret ever using this vox for reasons you weren't supposed to."

He hears your excited little noise. He knows he's giving you exactly what you want, but he can't help it. Neither his heart or stomach will allow it.

"l'll see you soon,"

You say with a pep on your voice, the sound of something happy to get their way. Theo wonders if you realize just how rare you are to be able to command an astartes.

"Soon. Now end this vox and do not touch it again unless you are in danger."

You do as he tells you, but he swears he can hear the start of a laugh right before you cut the connection.

[tm-trx]

Pit Babe 2, ep 8

Live Reaction Bullet Points

Standard warning applies: may will contain inconsistent/excessive punctuation and capitalization, talking to myself, talking to the characters, rampant speculation, and many many questions to self.

taking Jeff’s power, forced Charlie’s own cells to evolve? - very cool

Chris is right, this just resets everything

hey Pete, Kenta doesn’t work for you (i think?); and he’s got a real good point about them needing to act on the info quickly because they all know how Tony works

lol yeah Jeff really doesn’t look any better than you Charlie

besides, neither are ‘sick’ and what they should actually be concerned about is Charlie having his first vision and whether he can cope with it or not

why is the music so tense and foreboding?! this is totally foreshadowing music

oh here we go

Charlie’s first vision; its gonna be bad right

creeepy Willy!

I hope the guy playing Willy gets a lot of notice after this, because he’s great.

Are they taking the racecar? Those tires aren’t street legal??? (the things that distract me lol)

So first Chris says Charlie has to take the nullifier to stabilize Charlie’s new sense, then he immediately turns around and says he can’t take it? huh? (writing fail or subs fail?)

How about you just hold off on the testing entirely for now?

ooooo Pete’s suspicious all of a sudden? Wonder what tipped him off?

Third act, third party reveal - shoulda seen that coming lol

the ‘recharge’ thing is very cute

is North making his move finally?

ouch

oh that was great

Two thumbs up to the director for framing the zoom-in shot of North at the bar with a fish head. Perfect.

Dean speaks for all of us lol

But also North has a point; going from best friends to lovers is risky; he’s got a lot to lose.

heh he finally caught Chris in the act

I need Charlie to not be so flippant about Babe’s worries.

Willy powers activate!

lol now is not the time Kim

and now Tony has Kenta again

So the brother theory might be true? Chris found out that Tony is his father and that’s why he’s here, to find out about Way.

Love seeing Willy's time powers in use. The effects are great.

all the pieces are starting to come together

Further Thoughts

Tony mole count: Dean is back on the suspect list, thanks to Sonic and that foreshadowing music.

This week was light on Charlie and Babe, but the plot advanced quite a bit, and we got a couple big revelations that we’ve been waiting for. Chris is Tony’s son (at least the subs said ‘son’) and Willy’s power is stopping time.

Charlie’s vision of Willy was really well done. More creepy camera work, incorporating the stairs and Willy’s “tick tock” line. So effective.

I also loved the music used at the race track right before this scene. I think they might have used it too early, though, unless they were intentionally foreshadowing Dean’s ultimate betrayal. Still, it was a great piece of music and really amped up the dread for Charlie’s vision.

Chris found out about Way while he was in the US and that led to him discovering that Tony is his father. So he came to Thailand to find out who Way was. So they must be twins. I’m confused why Chris didn’t jump to that conclusion himself. Also, I know that Pete’s power doesn’t work like Jeff’s, but I wish the show would tell us what he sees/hears. All we get is the special effect and then Pete’s reaction.

Alan and Jeff were very cute this episode. That surgery's never gonna happen and Alan's going to regret it, I'm guessing. Their storyline has been so fairly light so far; I'm suspicious of what's coming.

I think we got progress for North and Sonic? Sonic seemed to clock what North was doing, but it was too little too late. I find it interesting that he’s the only one still very suspicious of Dean. It makes me wonder if he’ll be proven right and something will happen that will be the catalyst for North finally admitting his feelings to Sonic.

I find it really funny that Kim and Kenta are single-handedly advancing the Tony plot all by themselves. It’s not much of a team effort this time around. Kenta is laser focused on bringing the man down and he’s barely held in check by Pete. I like that Kim sees that, but is ultimately willing to back him up. And I loved Kenta’s reaction to the kiss. He didn’t seem surprised and sort of took it in stride after. I don’t think he’s quite as hung up on Pete as Kim thinks. I just found that whole scene really interesting.

Charlie is putting on such an act for Babe. He’s determined not to worry him, but of course that’s all Babe can do.

And then it ended on Willy breaking into the lab to go after an unconscious Charlie and an unprepared Babe. Excellent.

My Pit Babe 2 recaps: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7