#whitney i need you to know that i still think about this picture all the time

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My Snarry WIPs' list.

I would like to share something. My Snarry WIPs' list, yup. Why? I always felt weird writing about myself and stuff I do, but I'm processing changes and thought I can share not only art, lol.

How many project are you working on? I'll dive into couple of mine:

Date with a Star - a Post-War romantic comedy. Harry is in love with Severus, Severus secretly loves Harry. Both are too scared to say what they feel to not lose their friendship. A friend in need asks Harry for help and this is where the wild ride with dumb dating TV-show starts. Especially because Harry don't know that the same friend-in-need blackmailed Severus to get him into the same show too. This is actually a second Snarry fic I ever started to write, inspired by dating TV-show from 1992. I remember that when the idea for this one hit me, I was laughing for a good hour (that TV-show was absolutely ridiculous). And I still feel a pinch of positive embarrassment when think about what's going on there. In fact this story made me want to learn how to translate my wiritngs into English. It's half written and translated too. I really have to finish second part.

Infraction - my first monster fic. My baby. Crime (serial killer), slow burn, Muggle AU featuring Marauders and Death Eaters, political sheananigans and Severus' old flame. I have entire story written out from beginning to the end. What's more... with an ending that allows me to dive into second book (I'm excited lika a child) including the initial idea for it, ahh. Every time I think about Infraction, I feel butterflies in my stomach and a tear comes to my eye, damn. However, the entire project requires a huge amount of work. And a few modifications that I finally have to do to complete the first stage. It's not simple, though. I regret a bit that I released the cover, prologue and first chapter. I was prematurely carried away by the joy of creation, but that's okay. Going to fix it all in time.

In the Moonlight - working title. Something I planned to write for last year's Snarry AUctoberfest, but the beast got bigger, lol. Crime (kidnapping), Muggle AU - my great weakness and, most importantly, inspired by the movie Bodyguard (the one with Whitney Huston). Much like Infraction, this fic is fully planned and scripted. I can't believe I managed to do it. I wrote 1/4 of the whole thing and even have the lyrics of original song that Harry dedicates to Severus, although I don't know anything about music at all (an elephant stepped on my ear).

In between - a drawing series. Harry and Severus in a cute/fluff version. Post-War and happy life, because that's what they deserve!

First time - Drama/Romance, Muggle AU (gosh, yeah, again!). This is a project I want to do 50/50 as a fic/comic. A few works and dirty sketches have already landed here. I have a little dream of writing something that includes e-mails/text messages. In general, a romance that started online. Aren't Harry and Severus purfect for this? (Plus doing art in colour for this project was a test I wanted to start before 3B.)

3B - a Vampire fic, yessss. Can you believe that once I said, I'll never ever write or do anything connected to vampires? Hehe, now I'm in the middle of it, fully commited and over the moon. A bit dark/angsty story with a bonus: illustrations. Crime (more like, cri-me a river, lol; I mean, again? Yup xD), Post-War, a few intrigues, even a SnarryWedding o_0 gosh. That is another thing I said: "No, that's not going to happen." I guess, I fell on my head since now I do everything I promised to myself not to. But it's fun. And bloody, mhaha. I also created my own Vampire Villains and I kinda fell in love with them. Going to sneak into this fic a bit of blood magic mechanics that I created for my fantasy book, too. The picture at the top is one version of the cover sketches ɷ◡ɷ

Adrenaline - working title. Post-War/Drama/Romance and slow burn, a bit of Hogwarts, a bit of Quidditch and for a change Severus will have to show that he wants something more. I mean, I always writing/thinking about Harry chasing Severus. So here the dynamic will change a little. Can't wait for it! The idea for this one was accidentaly born last week and I can't stop it anymore. The inspiration comes from the cover art for Witch Weekly that I did, lol. I had no idea that at the stage of brainstorming, it would turn into another monster. It supposed to be a short story, but, apparently, I'm not good at short stories and it's time to come to terms with it xD I won't cry either because I like Harry and Severus pairing up in different ways/AU's, hehe. And most importantly - creating all these things, even if they don't fully see the world outside my drawer, still gives me great joy!

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Sorella: [sighs dreamily]

Envy: Off he goes?

Sorella: [jumps] Oh! Yeah.

Envy: And he's gonna move here?

Sorella: [blushes] So you heard everything?

Envy: Duh! Did I or did I not say you shoulda brought it up! Clearly you two are on the same wavelength. Since you're in loooOOoOOOve!

Sorella: Hey! No teasing!

Envy: None, promise. I'm THRILLED for you! But I'm surprised he decided to leave on that. Figure you two would be having another fuck-a-thon like you were last night.

Sorella: Hey, I gave you fair warning. But no, he needed to head home. Work in the actual office... Plus, Charlotte is coming to town today-

[knock at door]

Sorella: Oh! And by today I guess now! Unless Alex forgot something.... Hey Lottie!!

Charlotte: Sorella!!! Hi!!!

Sorella: Good flight?

Charlotte: Yup! Uneventful! Though, I did just see James Montgomery in the lobby downstairs which is wild.

Sorella: Who's James Montgomery?

Charlotte: One of our neighbors in Del Sol!

Sorella: Small world I guess! SO! You're in town for a week, what's the plan?

Envy: Sorella?

Charlotte: Well first of all, how's Maia doing?

Sorella: Oh, so much better. Well, still a bit worn from everything. But home now. I should call her today.

Envy: Sorella.

Charlotte: I'm glad to hear it! But the PLAN would be to see a bit of SMPA. I know Del Sol has an acting school, but I don't know if that's where I want to go.

Sorella: Where did Whitney go?

Charlotte: She didn't! Just went straight to the Valley and tried to get a part.

Sorella: Oh interesting.

Envy: SORELLA!

Sorella: Jeez! What!?!

Envy: [motions for her to come over]

Search Results For: James Montgomery, Del Sol Valley James Montgomery Biography - Facts, Childhood, Family Life... James Alexander Montgomery (31) is best known as the husband of actress Ti Montgomery (30). He is also the son of the late Victor Montgomery and Kiyoko Montgomery (formally Hino). James and Ti currently live in the Del Sol Valley and have two children. Ti Montgomery Stuns at Met Ball with Husband! Newest Starlet Ti Montgomery stuns in Oydis Gown! See all the pictures from the Met Ball! Ti Montgomery's Quickie Wedding! Ti Montgomery dishes all about her spontaneous wedding to husband, James. Venue: Oasis Springs Chapel of Love! Think I Saw James in San Myshuno! i just passed him in the spice market! At least I'm pretty sure it was him. I didn't say hello. I think he was hanging with....

Charlotte: Oh yeah! That's who I saw! Altho he looked a little funny. Not dressed normally. One of his kids is the twins age so we've had the whole family over a few times.

Sorella: I...Wha.... He... I'm gonna be sick.

Sorella runs into the bathroom

Charlotte: Sorella!? Is she ok???

Envy: [disgusted]….. He told her his name was Alex.

Charlotte: He's Alex!?

The sounds of Sorella painfully sobbing coming from the bathroom.

[streets-in-paradise]

Hope - Clay Miller x Reader

Friday 13th (2009) Oneshot

Warnings: Some cringy dialogue ( let's face it,the group are all cringy stereotypes lol). Allusions to Jason's story and some grim warnings regarding him. I'm also expanding the new rule introduced in the 2009 film, where sense of familiarity with his past not only distracted him but also made him spare a life for a while.

Summary: You are the only person who has given Clay any hope on the desperate search for his sister. Unlike most of the locals he had approached, some mysterious reason keeps you convinced that she could still be alive and on this determination you join forces with him.

Nobody else seems to mind about it and when the blatant disrespect from a tourist really pisses you off, you stand up for Clay giving him a frightening show exposing why he should care.

Tags: @drum-bot-brian

It was weird for Clay to find a self presented volunteer when the entire community was ignoring him, but when you approached him with the missing poster in hand offering your help he felt slightly relieved. At least he wasn’t completely alone and although you were a bit odd, you had a strong will to support him. Looking at Whitney’s picture, you simply stated that she looked like a sweet girl and that could possibly mean she could still be around. When asked about it, you acted as if some intuition based on practical knowledge would be telling you that. You wouldn’t tell him why, but you were convinced that she was still to be found. 

Of course, it was not going to be easy and the shitty attitudes you would find in the way were unnerving. The handsome, soft tempered boy you were following had the patience of a saint, but you wouldn’t stand it. The tone deaf blond guy at the gas station was the moment when you knew you had enough. 

After a very brief argument Clay was just going to leave, but you had other plans.  

“ He will wreck you.” You casually told the stranger in a sinister tone. “ Mock us while you still can, blondie. I believe his sister has a chance ... You? Not so much."

Everyone was weirded, but he thought you were just looking for a fight. 

“ Yeah, I don’t think so.” Was his self satisfying reply. “ You, him and who else?” 

It made you chuckle and you struggled for it not to turn into a full loud cackle.  

“ You aren’t from here, aren’t you? " You followed, giving a few steps closer to him with a weirdly intimidating demeanor. “ People don’t get to be jerks here and walk out harmless, the forest has eyes and its guardian loathes people like you the most..”

The asshole clearly didn't get to fully comprehend the meaning of your words. Still, you managed to creep him and his girlfriend, what was enough vengeance for you. The most inmediate reaction you obtained for Clay was a bit of hard to hide laughing, probably thinking that you were just messing with the guy, but he did capture some underneath intentionality in your strange warning.

He trully thought it was a joke, untill he later referenced it again in a lighter note and your face let him know it wasn't a funny little scheme he should feel thankfull for.

" You don't have to thank me, it's all real. " You cutted him off. " Weird things happen arround here, the kind that nobody would believe. People go missing to never be found and we pretend is not our problem … I need to help you because i really like you and you HAVE to get out from here as soon as possible. "

Your hand was shaking and he held it as as a reassuring gesture before inviting you to continue.

" If you know anything that could make this easier, please share it. "

Your soft look adquired a glimpse of skepticism.

" It doesn't matter. Even if i try to explain you, it would be impossible to make you understand. One does not believe it untill you see it and very few survive to tell the tale. "

He smiled and you couldn't help to internally melt to the softness in his expression.

" I promise i will believe you. Or at least I will do my best, anything that may help me understand would be amazing ríght now. "

The indirectly mocking tone in the last part made you smile back, then you swallowed hard ríght before starting your tale.

" To many persons he can mean different things, but I see him as a guardian of the forest. Not necesarily of the enviromental care type, but we know he hunts down people for doing stupid shit. It's a sort of local legend: a bullied kid who died back in the old summer camp and now remains as an undead watcher of the area. Legend says that once triggered he can't be stopped, but i believe different and that's why i feel your sister could be alive. "

He wasn't getting it, but kept himself loyal to the promise and didn't question you. His guess was in myth and reality mixing up to end up covering the activity of a serial killer whose victims were attributed to the legend by the locals.

One way or another, it wasn't the hopefull take he once expected.

" What made you think that? Besides from an obvious bias coming from your interest in me."

You felt a bit embarrased, but it didn't ruined your disposition to continue.

" I believe he is capable of sparing a life only when coming across things he finds familar. I saw it happening with my own two eyes. "

It wasn't easy, but you had to tell him the truth.

" Back in highschool I wanted so badly to belong, to feel how was like to be a part of something. I was hanging out with people who just wanted to make fun of me, fooling myself into believing someday i could be friends. "

You began to cry, pausing for an instant untill the sobbing would be slow enough to allow you finish.

" … They are gone and i'm still here. Common sense would be thinking i just hid myself well, i fooled him. I didn't, i can't help thinking he just pretended not to spot me. The pathetic, lonely, bullied looser must have have hitted close to home. "

You hugged him out of sudden and he didn't protest about it. Of all the weird things you said, he only understood you were admitting to be the only survivor of a massacre.

" Your sister seems like a lovely girl. If i'm still breathing, you can count there is hope for her. "

He had no words that could possibly express any processing of what you just told him, but trully appreciated the deep comfort of your embrace.

[wheelin-after-midnight]

40.

What would you do if right now the love of your life walked in and asked you to marry him/her?

There are reasons I can't legally get married and my girlfriend is aware of why. So the most it would be is a commitment ceremony. I would say yes, but I would ask if she'd discussed it with Derek and whether our relationship is still to remain open post ceremony.

Do you trust your friends?

Yes.

Would you move to another state or country to be with the one you love?

I would if it were feasible and accommodations could be made. Neither of those things are true at this point in my life.

Do you believe that everything happens for a reason?

Absolutely not!

Name two things you would NOT tolerate in a relationship?

Gaslighting and emotional neglect. I've been through enough of it in my life that I'll never tolerate it from a partner too.

Which one of your friends do you think would make the best doctor?

Idk. I can't picture either of my two close friends being doctors.

Are you afraid of falling in love?

There's always a fear of going through the bad things I've already gone through again, at the hands of someone different. But love is always a risk. Most things in life are. Being in love is pretty much letting a stranger into the deepest corners of your heart, handing them all the darkness, all the trauma, all the passion, every last little important piece of yourself. You're giving them the ammunition they need to utterly destroy you and trusting that they're of good enough character that they won't.

Is there someone who pops into your mind at random times?

My Nan is on my mind pretty much every day since I've had to be without her.

Would you stop talking to your friends because you hooked up with a new person?

I can't stand when people do this. My ride or dies were there before I got into any relationships and will be there long after the dissolution of any relationships. If my partner doesn't understand or respect the absolute preciousness and significance of each of my friendships, she ain't the one. Luckily, my girlfriend does and is. :)

When was the last time you flew in a plane?

2004.

What did the last text message you sent say?

"That's good"

What features do you find most attractive in your preferred sex?

Physically it's eyes, breasts and hair. Beyond physicality it's depth, understanding, gentleness, humor, empathy, passion, compassion.

Fill in the blank. I like _ .

My cat more than a lot of humans around me.

What is a goal you would like to accomplish in the near future?

Get to a point where I don't pray for death every waking moment and for my brain to stop catastrophizing about the fallout of this move, even though I'm not optimistic about it in the least right now.

If you were to wake up from being in a coma for an extensive time who would you call?

I doubt I'd be able to think clearly enough at first to articulate a desire to call anyone.

How many kids do you want to have?

I always wanted kids. At least one, but unfortunately I can't have children. :(

Would you make a good parent?

I would've been an awesome mum. I'm not confident in myself in a lot of other ways, but I've always known that. Deep down into my bones.

Where was/were your ID picture(s) taken?

The place I had to go get them done at that's required by the government.

What is your middle name?

I'm not sharing. I hate it.

Honestly, what's on your mind right now?

Too much. I'm filled with profound dread and sadness.

Shoe size?

11+

What are you wearing right now?

Vintage Whitney Houston t-shirt and zebra print leggings.

Righty or Lefty?

Righty.

Can you make a dollar in change right now?

Yeah.

Best place to eat?

Lately I've been wanting to go back to Kelsey's.

Favorite pair of jeans you own?

I own none. I got rid of them when I lost weight.

Favorite animal?

Horses, dogs, dolphins. My cat. I love all animals.

Favorite juice?

None.

Have you had the chicken pox?

Yes.

Have you had a sore throat?

Who hasn't?

Who knows you the best?

My Nan did. She's dead. Now I'd say it's babe.

Do you get along with your family?

Ehhh.

Do you wear contact lenses or glasses?

Glasses. I suck at putting in contacts.

Ever been in a fight with your pet?

I have full on discussions and arguments with her, she's very vocal. We play wrestle and she likes to playfully bitch slap me. I don't know how else you'd "fight" with a pet, unless you're asking whether I abuse my animals, in which case that's just horrendously sick and I would never. She's my child and my best friend all at once.

Been to Mexico?

No.

Did you buy something today?

No.

Did you get sick today?

No.

Did you miss someone today?

Always.

Did you get in a fight with someone today?

No.

When is the last time you had a massage?

Nippy steps on my back and stomach and gives me them every night and every morning. :) she's a very good masseuse/biscuit maker.

Last person to lay in your bed?

It's just been me and Nip for a while.

Last person to see you cry?

No one. Just Nippy.

Who made you cry?

My mother.

What was the last TV show you watched?

Just some YouTube videos.

What are your plans for the weekend?

Idk. Hopefully we're not doing dinner. I don't plan on going.

Who do you think will repost this?

Maybe some of my followers. Idk.

Name of the person you got this from.

@alsjeblieft-zeg :)

Are you happy?

No. I'm basically the furthest I could be from happiness right now.

[darling-to-death]

i would like penelope lore 👀

Hi! Thank you so much for taking an interest in my OC! I will update this post with little pictures one day, but I'm in the middle of graduate school finals and it's 1am. :3 Please accept this gigantic, rambly wall of text until I can craft something more visually appealing to tell her story!

For basic information, her name is Penelope Campbell, because I thought it would be funny if I could shorten it to PC. She's mostly a self-insert for this trauma simulator game, but because a big game mechanic is that the longer you exist the more beautiful you become, I gave her all the physical traits I wish I had: big blue eyes, tiny waist, incredibly long hair, huge gadonkahonkaroos, etc. She's nothing like me fr. Lol.

As far as backstory goes, it's sort of subject to change as I continue to make stuff up, but this is what we're working with thus far! Even before the game began, I think she was traumatized by her experience of growing out of an adoptable age. I picture her as one of those children you see in movies that DREAM and PRAY that one day they'll get adopted and live happily ever after with a family that loves them. <3 But the years passed, and she never got adopted. Year after year after year after year, no one wanted her, and I think that majorly fucked her up.

She wants that unconditional, unending, unchanging love of a parent so badly, and she never got it, and because she's now an adult, she'll never have it. So she's just DESPERATE for love of some sort, because in her mind the person she is wasn't good enough to be loved and adopted. Thus, she hates the person she is, which is why she's so willing to change her personality to suit any of the love interests' desires. She'll become whoever she needs to be in order to be loved.

This is inspired by my play style. I know a lot of people in the fandom have various saves for all the love interests, but I just keep trekking on romancing everyone in a single playthrough where I do roughly the exact same actions each time, because I am set in my ways. Haha.

I think she would've latched onto Bailey as a kid. There are some lines that suggest that the kids don't know the full extent of how evil Bailey is until they reach adulthood. There's lines during Christmas I think about the younger kids not knowing Bailey's true colors yet or the lines about the nursery that suggest PC was never allowed out of the orphanage without supervision. I don't think she ever viewed Bailey as a nice person, but he was a father figure to her, because he was the closest she had to one.

I think that first week she would've been totally in denial and thought the payments were a joke until the first time she was sold. Then reality comes crashing around her like broken glass she'll never be able to put back together. I still think she has a soft spot for Bailey as a person who raised her (in the vaguest sense of the word), and she has a bit of a delusion that once her bill is paid off he'll go back to just being a grumpy, short-tempered old man and not an abusive, greedy, human-trafficker we know him to be.

She does love Robin, but I do think she views him as more of a brother. However, upon realizing he had feelings for her she felt obligated to return them. She knows how traumatizing it is to want love and not receive it, so if it makes Robin happy to have her love, then she'll give it to him. But she'll never love him as much as he loves her. It's an unfortunate fact. Penelope wants to be saved and loved and protected, and Robin is just too burdensome. She'll always feel love and loyalty and obligation to protect him, but because he needs to be protected she can't fall for him. He's not her ideal knight in shining armor. She's his knight if anything. Robin is a damsel in distress that she cares for, but will never adore.

Penelope just doesn't like Whitney if we're being honest, because I do not like Whitney. I know they have some really cute content if you get their love up high enough, but I am not willing to trudge through the tsundere bullshit to get to there, and neither is she. There is a part of her that likes all the attention, even if it's just physical (from her point of view at least), but his personality is just too abrasive.

Penelope and Kylar get along very well! I think Penelope relates to Kylar a lot. They both have an obsession to recieve love, but where Penelope will change her personality to recieve "love" Kylar can only be authentically himself. Penelope admires that about him. Even if it makes him the target of bullies or if he lacks social skills (i.e. reading love poetry to a classroom of his peers), she respects his ability to have a personality and stick to it. She pities him, because she sees so much of herself in him.

As troublesome as Kylar can be, she always sticks up for him, and is honestly flattered by his obsession of her. I think she has a tendency to romanticize his mental illness, because it's what makes her so special to him. She loves being special. I think this is another case where she'd be happy to just be his friend, but because he loves her, she will love him back.

I'm not entirely sure how she meet Eden, whether she gets kidnapped in the forest or gets sold off, but either way she has a fondness for Eden. As self-sufficient as he is, she sees him as a person who could protect her… you know… if he weren't the one causing harm. Because she's sick in the head, I think she almost views the rape as a compliment. Like he's so overcome with affection, he just can't help himself! So she'll justify his actions that way, but the justifcation doesn't erase the physical pain he causes her, so she can't ignore his cruelness entirely.

However, I think mostly she recognizes Eden as someone very lonely and someone with no one to love. She fears she'll end up like Eden, all alone with no one to love. I do think she genuinely enjoys his company tho! Eden is pretty quiet, but he does talk about his books and his interests, so they infodump at each other and she has a lot of fun doing that.

Avery is probably the saddest relationship, because Avery initially presents himself as such a nice person. Their introduction is always him helping her get lichen for the science fair and then inviting her to a free drink at the cafe. She recognizes him as someone with money and power, someone who could save her, and she so, so, so desperately wants him to save her. She thinks if she's obedient enough, one day he'll actually take her away from her troubles and make her his real girlfriend instead of just his sugarbaby. I think Penelope thinks she loves Avery, but in reality I think she loves the idea of him. It really hurts her feelings when he's upset with her, so she tries her best to behave. I think she finds it quite natural to act exactly how he wants, because she's basically doing that with the other love interests. Avery is just more direct about it. But deep down, she wants him to love her for her real personality… whatever that is at this point, and she's burdened with the knowledge that Avery views her as a tool and not a person.

There's a comment on Vrel's blog that if the PC were ever disfigured Avery would be the only love interest to abandon them, and I don't know if I'm cruel enough to give Penelope a disfigurement, but just know him abandoning him would resurface all the shallowly buried abandonment issues that plague her mind.

And then there's Sydney. <3 Beloved Sydney. <3 I think Sydney is the one Penelope genuinely loves. That's not to say she doesn't love the others, because in her own way I think she does. But a lot of her love is just a response to the love she gets from them. She wants love, so she'll love in order to be loved. And because she's so desperate for love and has no love for herself, she's trying to gorge herself on as much love as she can hoping that will fill the void in her heart. (It won't.) But I think she really does love Sydney. He's everything she wants to be. He's pure and protected and kind and intelligent and faithful. He has a father who loves him. He's perfect. Like all her relationships, it isn't healthy. She does idolize Sydney and put him on a pedastal, but I think if she HAD to choose someone, she'd choose Sydney.

I think for her canon, she fell in love after she yelled at him and he comforted her. It was so shocking to her, so discongruent with everything she'd known about people and the town and her world. His kindness in reaction to her cruelty really flipped a switch in her, and she just viewed him as the most perfect, wonderful person in existence. But because Sydney is so perfect in her eyes and she's so worthless in her eyes, she lives in constant fear of losing his love. She's torn between bringing him down into sin with her so they're on more even footing, but she also wants to keep him pure so he never has to lose that innocence she envies so much. Also, Sydney has a lot of lines about faithfulness, and unfortunately for Penelope it's the one thing she can never be.

Not only do the game mechanics almost require her to cheat on him, she can't bring herself to stop seeing the other love interests. She needs to love them, because they love her, and she can't be someone who withholds her love. She thinks that's the cruelest thing in the world, to know you are loved, but refuse to return that love. She feels very guilty, but she doesn't know what else to do. She wants to be loved, so she loves, but does she love? Is what she's doing love or is it just addiction or obsession or transaction or whatever else she could call it? She doesn't know if she's capable of love, because as a child she wasn't capable of being loved. The two go hand in hand in her eyes. Sometimes she thinks she's just a doll who can change her face depending on what she wants to play pretend. Who does she want to be today? A sister, an object, an ingenue, a housewife? She'll be whatever. As long as she gets "love," she's happy to be something. She wishes she could be loved for being her, but she doesn't think that's possible, and after pretending to be others for so long, she doesn't have a concrete idea of what her real personality is anymore. Penelope the Malleable.

[waltwhitmansbeard]

“feeling guilty so you perform an act of kindness (ex: making them their fave food) as an indirect apology”

How about this being MFL-based? Dealer’s choice as to whom.

feeling guilty so you perform an act of kindness (ex: making them their fave food) as an indirect apology  read these first.

turned my water into wine #26

You're not my sister!

The words rattle around Percy's head like the tolling of a graveyard's bell. They were spit out, snake venom on his tongue, and when he closes his eyes, he watches them transform her, over and over and over. Her back straightens, her eyes blow wide, her fingers tremble at her sides. Her body quivers, a rabbit before a fox, before she takes off, bounding through the halls of the castle and leaving him standing there, shocked, ashamed.

You're not my sister!

He wanders, hands in his pockets, head hung low. It's quite the tight-rope he's walked here, these past three years in Zephrah, not really sure when he stopped being a guest, a refugee, and when he started being....

He wanders, and it's odd. Whitestone is a city-state, smaller than all of the Ashari Kingdom, but bigger than Zephrah, and the castles are so similar in size. And yet these halls feel so much bigger—maybe because there aren't as many kids running around, as many shouts and jeers bouncing between the walls. He thinks Vesper would have liked the gardens, and Ollie would have been fascinated by the Tempest Blades.

(Oh, how Keyleth would love the Sun Tree. He can picture it so clearly, her bright hair and long limbs climbing, reaching, up high into the branches, maybe all the way up to Pelor himself.)

You're not my sister!

One of the way Sovereign Korrin made him feel at home here was the little tinker table in the corner of his chambers. Percy had trouble sitting still when he first arrived in Zephrah, always felt the need to be moving, twitching, running. So the sovereign put his hands to work, and now he builds things, little mechanical constructions of metal and wood. He carves tiny faces and hooks springs into place and twists and pulls and prods until he holds something in his hands, a thing that was nothing just a short while before. He always was good at building things.

You're not my sister!

He doesn't even know what they were fighting about. It was probably his fault. (It's always his fault.) There was something, though, something about the way she knows just how to needle under his skin, just like Whitney used to do. Three years in Zephrah, and she knows him so well, pokes her wide eyes around all the walls he built as if they weren't even there, glances straight to the heart of him and shines a light into his dark corners. It's annoying.

You're not my sister!

Of course, three years in Zephrah, and he knows her, too. He knows where she rabbited off to, even if he can't see her from the castle. He trudges the long walk between the castle and the cherry tree, his little construction tight between his hands. He rounds the trunk, and there she is, knees to her chests, forehead down. He clears his throat. "I. Um. Here." He extends his hand out.

She looks up slowly, eyes red, and oh, he remembers how Cassandra used to cry when Ludwig pulled her braids. "Percy?" She looks at his outstretched hand. "What...?"

He kneels down. "I made it. To say sorry."

Slowly, so slowly, she reaches out, closes her fingers around it. When she pulls it closer, she inspects the tiny mechanical tiger, its mouth agape in a silent roar.

"I made it to protect you. From your nightmares." Three years in Zephrah. He knows about the nightmares. "Twist that piece, just on its side, there." She does, and the front paw comes up to swipe a few times, as if clawing at an invisible foe. "Nothing can hurt you, not while that's with you." His shoulders slump. "Not even me."

Keyleth stares at the little tiger for a long time, so long Percy worries that maybe she hates him for real, maybe he's ruined everything, maybe she's going to toss it in his face and run to the sovereign and he'll be all alone again—

She throws her arms around his neck, still clutching the tiger. "Thank you," she breathes. She clutches onto him desperately, just like Cass did that night. "It means the world to me."

You are my sister, he doesn't say, because he can't yet. The wounds are still scabbing over, not quite scars. But the tiger roars its silent roar, and he has to hope, for now, that she hears the truth in the quiet.

[analiavs]

HarperVerse: The Last Straw

PCxKylarXWhitney is finally here. Whitney wants to put Kylar in his place, but it backfires. And he ends up having the best night of his life, after some minor turmoil.

Words: 4074

I'm gonna also post just the smut for my pwp

If you don't want to read something this long in the app here's a link to ao3:

Lately he found himself ruminating. That loser Kylar kept encroaching on his territory, constantly  badgering his slut for attention. Even daily locker shovings hadn’t been enough to dissuade him. It was getting ridiculous, and while he doubted a wimp like Kylar could satisfy his slut she still entertained the creep. And he didn’t want to get pepper sprayed again trying to make her stop.   

His only solution was to take the fight to Kylar. He needed to beat him up so bad the freak never wanted to talk to his slut again. He planned  everything carefully. Even coming up with objectives to complete. 

Objective 1: Don’t let slut find out

Objective 2: Get Kylar alone

Objective 3: Put Kylar in his place

It was perfect. He took a drag off his cigarette. Kylar usually skulked around the school anyway, so getting him alone would be easy. And if he skipped first period slut would probably think he was skipping school that day and have no idea what he was doing. It was perfect, by the end of the day slut’s attention would be all on him like it should be.

He heard the bells ring from his hiding spot, he kept waiting patiently for Kylar to pass through the hallway. He felt like a lone wolf waiting for its quarry. It was pretty boring without his squad or slut there to accompany him, but he needed to do this alone. 

Finally, he spotted Kylar sneaking down the hallway. It was time. He got ready to pounce and the second his unsuspecting prey passed by he grabbed him, gagging him with his hand. He wasn’t that hard to drag away considering how short and weak he was. He shoved him into the abandoned classroom and locked the door behind himself. There would be no interruptions. 

“Uh… wha-  what do you want?” Even if he was trying to act brave, Kylar was hugging his arms to his sides. This was going to be too easy. 

“I fucking told you to stay away from my slut! So now I’m going to make you pay!” He snarled. Immediately Kylar’s demeanor changed; instead of cowering he puffed his chest out. 

“Don’t call her that!” He shoved him back with a surprising amount of force. When he fell he tried to grab for Kylar but missed. 

“My queen is mine! I’m the alpha male here, not you!” Kylar screamed, malice dripping off every word before jumping onto him and grabbing his neck. He tried to fling him off, but Kylar’s kicks kept hitting the back of his knees. When he tried to shout at him all that came out was a wheeze. He beat desperately at Kylar’s arms, but he wouldn’t release him. 

+++ pain  +++ stress

He couldn’t believe the freak was so strong, just yesterday he had shoved him into a locker. Besides the pain he felt shame and distress building within him. Kylar refused to let go and eventually he saw black. 

When he came to, he was tied to a desk. He struggled, his arms were tied together behind his back, but his legs were spread and tied to a leg of a desk. He tried to yell, but he was gagged with some weird tasting cloth. 

He could feel his heart hammering in his chest as he tried to fight the panic. He couldn’t believe Kylar of all people had him in this position. 

He flinched when he felt a hand brushing the hair off his face.

“She’s mine. I’m gonna put you in your place, show you who the real alpha male is.” Kylar sounded cocky now. To his dismay he heard the sound of a camera shutter. Pictures! He’d turn into a laughing stock. 

He released a muffled cry and struggled harder.

“Struggle all you want, Dr. Magnum taught me everything I need to know about rope tying. Now I’ll show you a real man.” He heard Kylar getting on the desk and felt his pants being undone.

He hadn’t worn boxers in the hopes that his slut would let him get a victory hump this afternoon. His flaccid penis was now bare for Kylar to see. He snapped some pictures, but stared at his dick.

“That’s it?” Kylar grabbed his dick giving it a curious shake. He struggled even harder, trying to ignore the tears streaming down his face. So what if it was below average, he was still the boss. 

“My dick’s bigger than yours.” Kylar laughed, dropping his own pants. And saw Kylar’s disproportionately huge dick swinging around. 

+++insecurity +++stress

“I didn’t want to be on camera, but I think the comparison is important.” Kylar rubbed their dicks together trying to arouse him. Despite his resistance, it worked and Kylar’s towered over him. 

+++arousal 

Kylar snapped some more pictures of the comparison and he tried to ignore the snot streaming down his face. Kylar snapped a few pictures of his face.

“I wanna completely dominate you, but our queen gave me strict orders. Don’t her panties taste good? Her pussy feels even better.” Kylar ranted excitedly. He cried into his slut’s panties. 

Kylar started masturbating over him. Grunting and muttering to himself. He tried to ignore it. Eventually Kylar came, covering him in cum. 

+++stress +++trauma ++arousal

He struggled halfheartedly, but it covered him nevertheless. It was an insane amount, ridiculous balls to match his ridiculous dick. Once he finished orgasming Kylar took some more pictures of him.

“That was great. I’ve claimed you now, so don’t worry. As the alpha I’ll protect you now too. Hehehe, I have to show everyone your mine.” 

- - - your dominance - - - status *love interest unlocked*

When Kylar untied him, kissing the rope burns gently he didn’t have the energy to fight back. He felt disgusted, but it was oddly comforting.

-stress -trauma

Before he left Kylar gave him a kiss on the cheek. When he heard the door close after Kylar he slowly sat up, rubbing his arms. 

He wiped the tears off his face roughly, and adjusted his clothes. His dick was still hard after that, but it’s not like he had to hide it.

But he couldn’t walk around in this state either. He waited till lunch time to sneak out of school and ran all the way home. Luckily no one saw him. He showered quickly and fixed his hair. Before grabbing a hoodie and a mask so he’d be unidentifiable.

He made his way to the hospital. He approached a plump receptionist demanding an appointment. She huffed at his tone, but put him in the system. 

He waited with his arms crossed, glaring at anyone who looked his way. He was finally called back and was led to an examination room. Not long after a tall young looking man walked in holding a clipboard.

“Hello, I’m Dr. Harper, nice to meet you. What’s your name?”

“Kylar. Let’s cut the crap, I want a bigger dick.” Even though the doctor started smiling, it filled him with a vague sense of unease. 

“Wonderful, for instantaneous results we can do surgery or I can prescribe you some pills that will increase your growth rate.”

“Surgery” He answered immediately. The faster it got bigger the faster he could say it was photoshop. 

“Ok, I must ask you to strip so I can take your measurements, that way I can see what we’re working with Kylar.” He said. Even if he tried to sound nice the doctor was still giving him the creeps. He tried to show that he didn’t care about dropping his pants. The doctor's face stayed blank though. 

The doctor came up to inspect him without even putting gloves on his hands. He resisted the urge to pull his shirt down while the doctor felt him up. Afterwards, he pulled a chart of penis sizes from his desk. "You're about here." He pointed at the picture labeled "tiny penis." He suppressed an angry response.

“Whatever, I want to be that size.” He said pointing at the picture labeled enormous. The doctor smiled, “Ah yes, that’ll be 20,000$.” He felt his heart drop, he tried to ignore the heat growing behind his eyes. 

“Um… small then.” He muttered looking at the ground. 

“5,000 then” 

“I don’t have that either.” The doctor’s smile didn’t falter. 

“Unfortunately, we don’t do payment plans for elective surgery. But if money is an issue we do have a revolutionary new drug that has been proven to increase penis growth exponentially. Only 150$ for 14 pills.” He nodded eagerly. Harper led him to the pharmacy and personally handed him the pills once he paid. 

“Ok young man, be well. Remember only once a day.” The doctor smiled, waving him off. He scurried home. Once he got home exhaustion set in, he figured it probably would be smart to find a guinea pig to test his pills on before he went all in. He went to bed early, so he would have enough time to get ready the next morning. 

He felt almost hopeful getting ready for school. Yesterday's events felt distant in his mind, almost like it had been a nightmare. He got ready for school and styled his hair perfectly. Hopefully he’d see his squad on the way. His followers usually showered him with compliments once they saw him and he could use the ego boost.

He didn’t see them, but he did see a crowd at the announcement board once he got to school. Some people turned to look at him and giggled. He growled out threats, shoving past everyone to see what they were looking at. Immediately his stomach dropped. Plastered all over the board were the pictures from yesterday, with he’s mine written in what he hoped was red paint. 

+ +  + stress  - - - - - status

He started yanking them off the wall, ignoring the raucous laughing echoing around him. Once he had all the pictures he dumped them in a trash can. Just when he’d started to relax he looked up to see the school was plastered with pictures. 

- - - - status +++ stress

He looked for his friends. When he finally found him they wouldn’t let him get close. 

“No way freak! Get away from us!” Someone screamed.

“Like we’d be caught dead with a bitch like you!” They cussed him out and jeered at him. He ran towards the locker room. A professor shouted no running in the halls after him, but he didn’t care. Forget the guinea pig, he was going to take the whole bottle now. 

But as he was running someone tripped him. He managed to land on his arms instead of slamming his face onto the ground. Then he heard the pills hit the ground and his heart dropped. He looked up to see them rolling  and saw somebody catch it with their foot, Sydney. He picked it up almost dramatically. Then he read the label aloud. 

“Maxziphallia? Triple the growth guaranteed? Darling, what’s growing, his height?” He asked his slut’s boring twin. Knowing that choir boy, he might genuinely have no idea. Everyone else in the hallway started laughing. 

“My love, you shouldn’t touch such filthy things. Let’s take the contraband to the infirmary.” She glared at Whitney. Like he gave a fuck what they thought, couldn’t they see they were ruining his life. He tried to ignore the tears building in his eyes. If he cried now, he would never be able to recover his reputation. He got up with his fists balled up ready to punch someone, anyone; but everyone knew to keep their distance. Not only that but he’d wasted $150 now too. 

He ran outside, unsure of where he was going to go. He tripped on a rock. Now people who were still walking up to school were laughing at him.

*You are overwhelmed*

Everything went black…

He woke up in a bed he didn’t recognize, fear pulsing in his chest. Whatever freak had captured him was going to pay for this. He sat up, whoever kidnapped him hadn’t even tied him up. He became viscerally aware of someone heavily breathing to the side of him. He looked to see Kylar standing next to the bed, staring at him. 

“What the fuck you freak! You better let me go or I’ll kick your ass!” He jumped out of bed ready to swing on Kylar. Instead of flinching, Kylar pulled out a can of pepper spray. 

“Well you would lose against me, the alpha male-” Before their fight could escalate, someone interrupted. 

“Kylar shut the hell up.” It was his slut’s voice. He looked around wildly, just to see her lounging in a chair. He had so many questions. She twirled her hair while she kept her eyes on him. 

“You’re both my bitches. Get along.” She spoke flippantly, waving a hand at them. Incredulous, he shouted back at her. 

“I’m not your bitch! What the fuck are you talking about!” She chuckled.

“Why did you think I saved you even after what you tried to pull? You're mine, I won’t let anyone else have you.” She would bring up that day again. He’d tried his best to act like it had never happened afterwards, even if he’d never really gotten to dominate her like he wanted they had gotten closer. He tried to ignore the whining noise that Kylar was making and focused entirely on his slut. She sighed and kept talking. 

“I’ve been keeping an eye on you, you know? Those people you were messing with aren’t the type to give up. I had to do some wicked shows, pay a lot of money, and commit some minor extortion to get them off your back. So by all accounts, I’ve claimed you as mine.” She winked at him. 

“But if you really don’t want to be with me that’s fine too.” She shrugged. “I’m not some incel that’ll take my protection away over a rejection.” After everything she was still giving the freedom to make his decision. The path to the door was clear after all. He wanted to storm out, and pretend nothing had happened. Leave and then next time he saw her try to shove her into a locker. Then she would inevitably pepper spray him and make him come in his pants. But she was making it clear she wanted more, or had already decided their relationship was more.

Could things even go back to normal? His reputation was in tatters, if anything he’d probably stop going to school after this. And even with everything that had happened between them, she still wanted him. Even if her love meant that he had to learn to tolerate that slimy fuck Kylar. It was better to have someone, then nobody at all.

“I’m yours.” He couldn’t stand the sappiness of it so he pivoted. “Are we gonna fuck now?” She smiled.

“If y’all want. I was thinking I teach y’all how to fuck each other. Since you’ve both fucked me, there’s no real novelty there. And I’m not gonna lie, you two made some pretty pictures.” Immediately Kylar started whining, 

“Noo mistress, I just wanted to feel you tonight, only you-” He saw his chance to gain favor and interrupted. 

“I think it’s a great idea. If we wanna get along, then we should get to know each other.” He smiled, she smiled, and Kylar turned red.

“Mmm, baby I love the enthusiasm. Let’s all get naked and hop to it.” She dug in her bag and pulled out a giant lube bottle. She moved seductively while she stripped down, while Kylar just threw his clothes off.  He followed after them, stripping eagerly. Maybe he could use this to reclaim dominance, he was already hard. With the lube it would be no problem to just slide into Kylar. 

She came up to kiss him. The two of them made out, tongues thrusting against each other eagerly exploring. He got a few good gropes in before they broke the kiss. With Kylar practically shaking with jealousy she took the time to kiss him too. The virgin practically came in his pants. He stifled a laugh, watching how pathetic Kylar was he could never feel insecure. His slut parted from Kylar and sighed. She looked back at him.

“I wish I was taller, then I could hold you on my lap. Whit, just roll over onto your belly for now.” He obeyed, a little worried about where this was leading. He felt her straddle his back. His fears were all but confirmed when she felt him spreading his ass cheeks. 

“So cute.” She cooed. “If I had a strap… Anyway Kylar, cover your fingers in lube.” She sounded cheerier than usual, but he felt nervous. He didn’t know what to expect, he felt something wet probing back there. 

“Uh wait! Oh?” With the lube Kylar’s finger slid right in. It wasn’t particularly pleasurable or painful. When he did it with his slut she had made it seem like the best thing ever but right now it didn’t feel like much. Relieved or disappointed, he couldn’t resist taunting Kylar. 

“Is that the best you can do? You fucking suck at this!” He laughed while Kylar started thrusting his finger in and out.

“I’ll show you…” He heard Kylar muttering to himself. Even though it didn’t feel like much his ass still welcomed Kylar’s fingers in. He almost wanted to tell Kylar to shove his dick in, but he wasn’t about to get his ass torn apart. As Kylar added fingers his ass accepted them easily. He was almost disappointed his ass wasn’t as sensitive as his sluts, when he heard her start instructing Kylar.

“He’s a guy, you need to find his prostate. Give him euphoria.” She sounded even more enchanting than usual. Even though he couldn’t see her he shivered like she was whispering in his ear. He felt Kylar start moving his finger around in different directions. He tried to ignore the pleasurable heat building inside him. 

“Tonights all about the two of you forming the ultimate connection. If you guys succeed, next time the two of you can have my pussy together. If not we’ll need more lessons hehehe, but I think y’all will come to love pleasuring each other.” She was really harping on him and Kylar building a relationship. He rolled his eyes. As long as his slut knew who to come back to he didn’t mind sharing. A slut was a slut after all. That shouldn’t mean making nice with whoever else shared her bed. 

“It’s not my fault Kylar sucks at this! He needs to practice on ah!” Shit, Kylar had hit a spot that actually felt good. Kylar started honing in on that spot, stabbing it with his fingers. Which while pleasurable, was also immensely overstimulating. 

He couldn’t really speak, any noises sounded more like whines. Thankfully, his slut was paying attention.

“Kylar no! Be gentle like, rub his prostate. Keep being rough and he’ll get to go first. Add some more lube! Warm it up first.” She chided. Immediately Kylar pulled his fin. Hopefully processing her words. When he started back up he felt a lot more lube. Once again, his body readily accepted the fingers. However, instead of battering his prostate, Kylar rubbed it carefully. 

Now this was enjoyable. He tried to move his hips back against Kylar’s fingers to try and increase the stimulation. 

“Sorry Whitney, Kylar’s learning to give pleasure instead of just taking it today. You’ll have to tell him what you want. Though it would be hot to watch you dom the shit outta him, this lesson’s very important.” He could only imagine what the freak had put her through. If he contributed to the lesson, then he could imagine a reward in his future. 

“Uh a little firmer. Not faster though, ah maybe go up to three fingers. It feels good when you rub it, yeah just like that, keep going.” He stifled his moans. The longer Kylar stimulated that part of him, the greater his sensitivity as a whole. Of course his slut noticed this and encouraged him,

“Yes, bask in the pleasure. See how good you're making him feel Kylar? Focus on his body, his desires.” She started massaging his hips, relaxing him even further. Well he wasn’t losing his mind or anything, but this did feel really good. He could feel his dick pressing against the bed, he rubbed it against the blankets. 

“Are we ready for the next phase?” 

“Yes!” He heard Kylar shout and felt the fingers inside of him trembling. On his prostate, that felt sublime.

“Oh yes!” He moaned, stars dancing in his eyes.  Abruptly the fingers were pulled out of him. He tried to chase them. A gentle slap on his ass chek stopped him.

“Lube up Kylar.” She laughed. “Yeah just like that, make sure you use enough, it’s the good stuff so you won’t need to reapply. But if you cheap out, don’t hesitate to reapply if you need it.” It really was a fucking lesson. He whined, shaking his hips as much as he could.

“Hahaha… alright alright, let’s not keep Whitney waiting hmm. Like I told you, push in gentle like, don’t just shove it in. I’ll slap the shit out of you.” He was glad she was directing Kylar. His dick was much larger than the fingers. 

It hurt a little as Kylar pressed in. He tried to relax himself to make it easier. With his slut watching he didn’t have to worry about Kylar hurting him. Once the head of Kylar’s dick popped in, the rest of it slipped in without a problem. His slut really was an expert. He moaned when he felt Kylar’s thighs hit his. 

“Wow, you took him in so well.” She rubbed his hair, praising him some more. He felt her slip off his back. He grabbed a pillow to bury his face in not wanting Kylar to see the effect he was having on him. 

“See how he’s ready for you to move now. Start off slowly, let his pleasure decide your pace.” He half expected Kylar to start ravaging him like he had a vendetta. But he listened to his slut, thrusting out gently. He moaned into the pillow. He let Kylar do all the work, enjoying the gentle thrusts. Soon he wanted more, he pulled off the pillow. 

“A little harder, ahh yeah just like that.” He ordered, Kylar obeyed without a word. He put his head back in the pillow. It was nice having someone focusing all their attention on pleasuring him.  He could get used to this. Kylar’s dick was big enough to stimulate his prostate with any adjustments, and since it had built up he could feel something coiling in his belly. 

He tried to stop any drool from leaking out his mouth. The creaking of the mattress, the perfumed pillow, it was all too much. He pulled his face out of the pillow.

“Harder bitch!” He felt Kylar’s hands grip his waist before his thrusts suddenly went into overdrive. He squealed, plunging his face back into the pillow. Kylar was grunting behind him, fucking as hard as he could. He could feel sweat dripping everywhere. 

Even with his queen off to the side cooing praises and orders, in that moment nothing mattered. He just wanted to feel more pleasure. Despite Kylar’s death grip on his hips he still pushed back as much as he could. He was practically screaming into the pillow. He’d half expected Kylar to be useless with his dick, but it seemed he was well trained. 

Even in the pillow he was seeing stars. His legs started shaking and his toes curled. He tightened his grip on the pillow and shook as he came. Good thing he was already in bed, his whole body was tingling. Luckily, Kylar didn’t last much longer after that, collapsing on his back as he came himself. He felt Kylar kissing and licking his back. It was kind of gross, but after what they’d just done together… 

“Amazing you two, simply spectacular! My darling lovers. Rest, both of you. I’ll clean you up.” Their queen spoke up from the side. He was still reveling in the aftermath of his orgasm, so he barely registered her leaving the room. He felt a warm rag on his thighs, before sleep took him.

[jeanm3]

Run To You

Notes: I was listening to Run To You by Whitney Houston and I thought how fitting it is for a pinning and sad Draco. It's perfect. So here a flow of thoughts. It's not a real fic, I hope you still enjoy it. WARNINGS: pinning and sad Draco hours

I know that when you look at me There's so much that you just don't see

Draco has so many colours and aspects of his personality that he doesn't show. Underneath he is just a scared boy, who regrets all the mistakes he had made and now he has to face a new world that doesn't welcome him with open arms.

But if you would only take the time I know in my heart you'd find A girl who's scared sometimes Who isn't always strong Can't you see the hurt in me? I feel so all alone

He's loleny. Except for his mother, Pansy and Blaise, no one wants to have anything to do with him. He can't find new friends, somebody who'd love him seems an impossible task.

I wanna run to you (oooh) I wanna run to you (oooh) Won't you hold me in your arms And keep me safe from harm I want to run to you (oooh) But if I come to you (oooh) Tell me, will you stay or will you run away

His heart aches with longing, wishing he could just run to somebody and be held and told that everything would be alright. Potter saved him once, maybe it could happen again. And if nights bring wishful dreams of strong arms and a warm solid body hugging him, mornings shine on the bitter truth.

Each day, each day I play the role Of someone always in control But at night I come home and turn the key There's nobody there, no one cares for me

Every day he puts on his cold and unbothered facade, styling his hair perfectly and dressing in elegant clothes to hide the mess inside him. He goes to work, an underpaid gig at the Ministry where no one of his colleagues really talks to him. He feels alone at work and so does he at home, an empty and quite flat. No one to greet him, to say goodnight to.

What's the sense of trying hard to find your dreams Without someone to share it with Tell me what does it mean?

He wonders why e's trying so hard. For who? Himself? Not really. Most days he doesn't even have the force to get out of bed. He sees all these people making plans for the future and it always involves a lover. Maybe he will never find someone like that, but he still needs to think about his mother, so there's that. It must be enough, even if his heart disagrees.

I need you here I need you here to wipe away my tears To kiss away my fears, no If you only knew how much

I wanna run to you (oooh) I wanna run to you (oooh) Won't you hold me in your arms And keep me safe from harm I want to run to you (oooh) But if I come to you (oooh) Tell me, will you stay or will you run away

Passing another night alone, hugging a pillow to his chest, silent tears fall from his eyes. How would it feel to have someone wipe them away for him? He pictures big kind hands and green eyes staring back at him. He still sees Potter a the Ministry, always with one or two of his friends. They don't knowledge each other presence. It's almost like he doesn't exist anymore in the eyes of the man. Which hurts more than being hated.

One morning he is in the elevator, going to work like every other day, alone because people tend to avoid him if possible, even if it means to arrive late at work. He's looking down at his shoes when the elevator stops and someone gets on.

"Hello, Malfoy." Nobody ever greets him, so when his eyes meet green fields all the air in his lungs gets punched out.

"Hello." He manages to say, voice stable enough to not vocalize the turmoil inside him. He can taste his heart in his throat.

They don't share another word, riding the elevator in silence. When Potter comes to his stop he gets off. But not before looking at him again. "See you around, Malfoy." He doesn't have the time or the force to say anything back, as the doors close in front of his face.

If he fantasizes about running into Potter's arms it's only between him and his delusional mad heart.

[vailimia]

Time for another rambling post about my OCs that nobody asked for, this time with images.

This post is going to be about skin tones and lazyness, basically "everyone has the same skin tone because I didn't bother changing it from the default value" and "it's not very realistic for every single character to have the exact same skin tone".

I'm also going to mark this as Mature because two of the characters shown have visible bulges in their pants (just to be clear, the characters are fully clothed and are not wearing overly revealing outfits).

(The characters pictured below are (from left to right) Alice, Rose, Azalea, and Natsu.)

So, all four of these characters have the exact same skin tone as each other, though I don't find this very realistic as none of them are even from the same continent.

(Disclaimer: I'm pretty sure something went wrong when taking the pictures for this post, Azalea is supposed to have pointed elf ears and Natsu is supposed to not have human ears, I didn't notice this until I started typing this post and I'm too lazy to go back and fix it. Blame Koikatsu!'s character editor for not properly loading characters' head type.)

Before I forget, here's what the characters' skin tones look like after I updated them, Natsu looks the same because she's only here for reference (and I think keeping the default skin tone does make sense for her).

I'm gonna go over each character individually now, because none of the information I'm going to go over is the same between characters (none of the characters are the same species, none of the characters are from the same area).

I'm not sure if Alice is the most weird or the least weird of these four.

He's a human, but he also magically altered his body to grow wings and a tail (he also crossdresses, which most people don't do).

Alice is from the US, though I haven't quite decided where in the US yet.

Skin tone is honestly not that different from Koikatsu!'s default, and none of his magical alterations affected it.

Now a character who did use magic to change her skin tone.

Rose is a demon magically disguising herself as a human (which kinda necessitated a skin tone change because her natural skin tone (not pictured) is light blue).

Rose is from Hell, which (at least in my OC multiverse) is very loosely based on Dante's Inferno (meaning it's not just fire and brimstone everywhere).

There's actually two skin tone revisions here because I thought the first revision (middle) made her look sunburnt, which wasn't my intention.

My thought process behind the revision was basically "Hell is hot, the sun is also hot, if you spend a lot of time in the sun you'll get a tan, spending a lot of time in Hell would probably have a similar effect" (ignoring the fact that Rose grew up in one of the colder parts of Hell).

My logic is probably flawed in some way, I didn't put a lot of thought into it.

I just noticed she has ears in the second picture, can Koikatsu! at least screw up consistantly?

Azalea is a wood elf, nothing magical happened to her (at least nothing that's relevant to this post).

She's from one of the isekai worlds in my OC multiverse, yes there are multiple.

My thought process behind this revision was basically the same as my thought process for Rose's revision, just a lot more straightforward (wood elves probably spend a lot of time outside, spending a lot of time outside will give you a tan).

(Natsu's picture would go here but I didn't make one of her alone.)

Natsu is a kitsune, a shapeshifting fox spirit who, for lore reasons, doesn't actually know how to shapeshift.

She's from Japan (I don't know Japan well enough to know exactly where), which is (presumably) where Koikatsu!'s default girl Chikarin is from.

By the way, I'm not fully set on Rose and Azalea's revised skin tones yet (I'll probably need to actually make some scenes that use them first), and I also have other characters like Whitney and Anna who probably shouldn't still be using the default skin tone.

Also, this post has been sitting in my drafts overnight because Tumblr wouldn't let me post it when I first wrote it (I pressed the Post button and nothing happened).

Okay I think that's enough.

[propertyofwhitney67]

I want your personal whitney head cannons- like where he lives his relationships with the other li and his freinds and how he interacts with your pc-

I am honored you want my hcs for Whitney <3

General hcs

I love the idea he comes from a rich family that doesn't give a shit about him and only gives him the bare necessities to stay alive

He definitely has scars from all the fights he gets in

He's such a tsundere and is so bad at feelings

Desperately wants someone to care for him but will never voice it

We know from Vrel that some of his 'friends' actually care for him but I don't think he notices. He's so insecure and has to keep up his image that he just doesn't see it or is in denial that anyone would actually care for him

Is actually smart but doesn't give a shit about school

Used to read a lot to escape what goes on at home

now he just runs around causing chaos, drinking, and smoking

Relationships/how he feels about the other LIs

Relationship with Robin-

he doesn't like nor hate them

thinks they are beneath him

hates that PC pays their debts for them

does like their hot chocolate

Relationship with Kylar-

hates the creep

doesn't want them anywhere near PC

hell doesn't even want them to think of PC

Relationship with Pure!Sydney

Finds they annoying

hates when they manage to get marker on them for destroying a book

Shits on them for losing their virginity to a slut

but is also pissed it was his slut

just a lot of angry emotions

Relationship with Corrupt!Sydney

Still finds them annoying but in a different way

Now they have the courage to stand up to them and for PC

Is a lot angrier about them losing their virginity to PC bc Sydney rubs it in his face

Relationship with Alex

Who? Some country bumpkin, why should he care?

As long as they don't touch what isn't theirs he doesn't care

Relationship with Avery

Hates them and that PC is their sugar baby

But learns he can get money out of it and lets PC go with permission

covers you in writing and hickies so they don't get any smart ideas

Relationship with Eden

Is low key kinda scared of them but will never show it

Also hates them for taking PC and using PC without his permission

Only he can collar PC

With my PC

Loves them but hates to look weak so only shows it in private

My PC is very submissive and has high Exhibition and promiscuity so he loves that

Loves to show them off. Only look, no touching unless he says so

takes pictures of PC when they aren't paying attention

loves to be dominant but secretly would love to have slow soft sex once in a blue moon (I need to peg this man I want him crying and whimpering under me)

likes to steal buy them things he thinks they would like and lingerie he would like to see on them

Loves seeing them all dressed up for him. Only for him, not some old rich fuck.

Scared that PC doesn't actually like/love them

𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

[morlock-holmes]

Ever since I first heard about Hanania he has pissed me off. He's reinvented himself as a genteel, William F Buckley style racist because posting that shit about how cruel it is to tell the low IQ races that they're as good as the whites still gets people in trouble, thank God.

But this tweet:

That's something he published under his own name, this year.

Here's part of the blurb for his book on the Amazon listing:

"For those angry about wokeness and what it has done to American institutions, this book offers concrete suggestions regarding policies that can move us back to being a country that emphasizes merit, individual liberty, and color-blind governance."

Hanania has said that "color-blind governance" was a bad idea that needed to be challenged five months before he wrote that book. [EDIT: No! five months before the book was *published*! He'd probably already written his peaen to color-blind governance when he tweeted that]

He has this obnoxious attitude of "Gosh, all the rest of us understand that color-blind governance is best, so why does this small minority seem to think we should discriminate based on race? Isn't that crazy?"

No, man, *you think color-blind governance is a bad idea and you've said so multiple times*. You don't get to lecture me about the craziness of an idea you believe in.

I came off very angry which isn't entirely fair; not everyone knows who Richard Hanania and Steve Sailer are, I didn't until recently myself.

I've covered Hanania extensively, but I'm less aware of Sailer, just a vague sense that he runs in the kinds of circles that Hanania does.

I did find out that Steve Sailer's blog appears on the website of a Holocaust denier.

Sailer's personal blog runs on Unz.com, a website owned by Ron Unz.

Unz describes himself as, and I am quoting him directly, "extremely skeptical of the reality of the Holocaust". Here's the link:

In another article, Unz says,

"It might not be entirely correct to claim that the story of World War II was that Franklin Roosevelt sought to escape his domestic difficulties by orchestrating a major European war against the prosperous, peace-loving Nazi Germany of Adolf Hitler. But I do think that picture is probably somewhat closer to the actual historical reality than the inverted image more commonly found in our textbooks."

That position is, I'm sorry, batshit crazy.

Oh, here's another good quote:

"Only International Jewry had remained intensely hostile to Hitler, outraged over his successful efforts to dislodge Germany’s 1% Jewish population from the stranglehold they had gained over German media and finance, and instead run the country in the best interests of the 99% German majority."

This is not just an attempt to tar Sailer for his association with a guy who thinks WWII was ginned up by "international Jewry" to stop the peace-loving Adolph Hitler from running German for the proper.

I also want to tar him by his association to the other anti-semites on Unz.com!

Look, if Steve fucking Sailer wants to lecture me about whether certain political groups are friendly to the Jews, maybe he should start with the group he has been a part of for more than a decade at this point.

Steve Sailer may not be antisemitic himself, I don't know. But he pals around with textbook antisemitic nuts. I'm not going to listen to him lecture other people about how dangerous it is to associate with antisemitic creeps.

You don't go around saying, "lie down with dogs, wake up with fleas" to other people when you've spent the last decade sleeping in a kennel.

"The problem for Jews is not that the ongoing “racial reckoning” is overtly anti-Semitic, it’s that it’s overtly antiwhite. And, for the crucial purpose of tabulating diversity numbers, virtually all Jews count as white."

[notoriousdogooder]

there is so much potential in having an art class as an option. the current school is fine as it is, and adding one more class would fuck up the schedule, but thats not stopping me from thinking about it.

in this hypothetical art class, all of the school Li's are there for maximum chaos, all seated next to each other. theyre separated ingame for a reason, and the interactions will sure as hell be cluttered, but by god it'd be sooo funny to have whitney throw paint at robin.

classes will range from standard still life drawing to nude ones, where everyones had to strip for the class at least once . not completely naked, not unless they want to.

whitney is easy, they'd have zero shame and would face PC while spreading their legs, not shy about sneaking a hand to touch themselves, everyone in the class has a picture of them at least slightly aroused in their sketchbooks. they're poses are the most slutty looking, they've always got a hand between they're legs, spreading for a good angle, goading everyone to get their good side.

pure sydney would be a mess when asked to strip, hiding themselves even with their underwear on, whitney colors their skin in with pink because of their full body blush. the more corrupt, the more sensually they'll pose, PC could even ask fem syd to lose the bra or masc syd not to hide their bulge. it'll get to the point where they hope they're called to strip, flaunting everything, getting aroused from the attention.

when it comes to kylar, most of the class is disappointed or uninterested, but depending on if they're assets are bigger, the classes opinion of them change for the entire period. they face PC, and PC solely, making direct eye contact, clearly aroused. usually, it's kylar making the picture, but having PC's attention on them like this is driving them wild. you could defiantly boss them around on what type of pose to do.

mmmhhh robin <3, from interactions in winter's class with other students, we can see that people are interested in them, so students will appreciate being able to see whats under their uniform. low confidence will need encouragement from PC and/or pressuring from the teacher. like sydney, they'll at least have they're underwear on, and their poses are less rigid the more confident they become, until there's a point where PC can ask they strip completely. they'll still be shy about it, but they'll strip, and having an audience of people who are seemingly interested in their body will boost their confidence.

in the classes, the hallway, library, anywhere, students could talk about what they saw in art class, talking about the pictures they snuck, and whose bodies they want to see next time. it'll go like:

"Everyone can see what Whitney's packing under the uniform, but oh my god, to actually see it!" "Right! I swear I saw it twitch!"

"I think if Kylar showed more cleavage, people would think more of them, to be honest." "At least you got to see it! All of the creeps attention was on that orphan kid, I didn't even see nipples."

"I go to the temple everyday after school! How am I even going to face Sydney after today's class!" "Maybe if you ask nice, they'll pose for a private drawing." "Shut up!"

"Robin's face is covered in freckles, but I didn't think they where, you know, everywhere." "There's a mole on their left butt cheek shaped like a crescent moon." "... Just how close were you sitting to them?"

Obviously, insecurities are apart of the equation, and PC can get bullied and teased if supply doesn't meet demand, student harassment will increase even more, with people asking to get a better look for their sketchbook. not to mention the amount of people that'll be taking pictures, there will be a point where PC or another student will be working under Leighton to snap a few

for the teacher, I was thinking a mix of sirrus and mickey, easy going, not phased by the human body. definitely asks for private drawing sessions, where either PC or they will be the subject. when they're the subject, there will be an option to move closer for a better look, for the drawing of course. when PC is the subject, they'll keep their distance, but the more sessions there are, the closer they'll move, drawing in a special sketchbook only taken out in these sessions.

a possible art competition, where there's an option for regular still life, scenery paintings, with the lewder option being, of course, lewd pictures and sculptors, with any Li of your choice as the subject. said hypothetical teacher having their own work around, just for show, and PC recognizing a faceless painting or sculpture of them as the main attraction.

[hopefully-hellbound]

Prom situations

Hope this hasnt been done before >_>

Got some inspiration and because insomnia is a bitch, i rambled about some of the npcs and how it'd go for them. Everyone is male except PC is nb

ROBIN

Absolute best boy, gets you freshly picked flowers from the garden, wears a little suit two numbers too big for him and he blushes so dark when you call him handsome. You two walk to the prom, holding hands, and you bring your own drinks because god knows what is in that punch bowl. So you two sip lemonade from bottles you keep a close eye on, dance at the edge of the dance floor, and kiss in the privacy of the janitor's closet. And if you grinded on him well enough during the dance, you don't leave the closet until the dance is almost over and a flustered River finally finds you and shooshes you home.

KYLAR

This is the guy who fainted in park when you asked him out for prom. No question. Woke up laying on the fountain's edge with his head on your thighs and thought he died and went to heaven. When he later sees you in your fanciest clothes, he still thinks so. You two arrive to school each on your own and enter together, enduring the usual mockeries that you got used of since you started hanging out with Kylar. You get bullied by Whitney as he forces you for a very gropey dance and you have no choice but oblige, since his friends threaten to shove Kylar's head in the toilet if you make a scene. They still do, even after Whitney lets you go and loses interest.

Kylar and you poison the fruit punch with laxatives and escape, deciding to spend the rest of the night watching stars, giggling and kissing in the park.

SYDNEY

Pure!Sydney picks you up with his dad as the driver, opens the doors with a joking grace and tells you how pretty you are during the short drive. The night is fun, you two hold hands and dance while leaving some respectful room betwen, and yet he blushes and averts his eyes whenever you try to get a little closer. Sirris takes a picture of you two in your outfits and Sydney is glowing, so happy he didn't panic too much and said no when you invited him. You spend the evening as best of friends until it's over and Sirris gives you a ride home. Sydney escorts you to the front door of the orphanage, and as you're saying goodnight, he suddenly closes his eyes, grabs your arm and gives you the sweetest kiss on the lips. Then he runs away before you can reply, and with a smile you can see him practically jump into the car, beat red in the face, only to get a congratulatory pat on the shoulder from his dad before they drive away. You cant wait to see him in school on Monday.

Corrupt!Sydney borrowed his dad's car, he comes pick you up himself. He's wearing a dress with quite some clevage, but he claims Sirris allowed him to wear this. Who would complain, Leighton? Please. Sydney kisses you when you enter the car and his hand is posessively on your waist when you walk to the gym where the prom is happening. You spend the evening as life of the party, Sydney gets a lot of attention twirling you around in the centre of the dance floor. Later he drags you off and the two of you hide in the swimming room, where he dares you to go skinny dip with him. It feels good, feels forbidden, and the two of you end up fucking like rabbits right in the water. You're almost caught by Winter who came there for a smoke break, but you hide just in time to manage to sneak out again, wet hair and messy clothes, and decide to go to the temple and spend the night in the prayer room. For godly reasons, of course.

WHITNEY

A dick about it. Tells you youre coming to prom with him, not asks. It's not that he's afraid of rejection, why would you even suggest that? Tells you to not wear underwear, also. You obey, and for once, Whitney is mostly without his group of friends since they're all busy trying to impress their own dates. Not that Whitney would need to impress his slut, of course. His hand is like glued to your ass the entire time you dance, he steps on your toes quite a lot and youre not quite sure it's always an accident. He drags you to behind the school and offers you a smoke for the first time, then laughs at you when you choke and cough, pats your back way too roughly. Your kisses taste like smoke that night, but for the first time, it doesn't bother you.

LEIGHTON

Oh yeah baby, we're going there. You aren't allowed to go to prom as part of a disciplinary issue, a punishment for a crime Leighton pulled out of his ass. You instead help the teachers prepare everything, which could be fun, if not for the vibrator shoved deep inside you. Leather straps on your waist and thighs hold it in you without it slipping out, its a mold of Leighton's cock and guess who has the remote for it? Every time you get too friendly with someone, even a teacher, you feel the vibrations get so severe you can barely move on your wobbly legs. You can take it for a good while, to the middle of the prom, where you collapse, right in Doren's arms. He takes you to the infirmary but you're so scared he will notice that you tell him to leave. He does, and not a minute later Leighton shows up, remote in his hand and a bastardly grin on his face. He asks if you want the real thing and you tell him that he can go fuck himself. Also, that yes.

[noxiousaffection]

some dol love interests’ sleeping habits headcanons

⚠️ brief mention of nonconsensual touching in kylar’s section and dubcon in whitney’s ⚠️

low confidence robin:

Their lack of confidence follows them to bed, with them mostly sleeping in fetal position or on their stomach. It provides a sense of security they don’t typically get in their day to day life.

Mumbles in their sleep a little, usually nothing coherent, but you can sometimes make out your name

Makes the cutest sounds as they wake up.

Sleeps with a pillow tucked between their legs. It’s cozy.

traumatized robin:

Traumatized Robin is plagued with nightmares.

Their cute mumbles are now more or less whimpers or pleas.

Wakes multiple times a night in a cold sweat.

They’ve somehow curled in on themself even more.

Tosses and turns all night long.

Has wet the bed once or twice, but you would too with nightmares like theirs.

Don’t mention the darkening bags under their eyes or their frequent yawns; just let them nap on your thighs after a long day.

high confidence robin:

Isn’t it amazing how just a little bit more confidence can change a person? Sleeping habits are no exception. Nowadays, they tend to sleep on their side or stomach, though you can sometimes find them curled in on themself after a particularly rough day.

They still mumble about you, of course; you’re always on their mind.

Unfortunately, they kick now. Not too hard, just enough to be annoying. It’d be cute, if you weren’t so damn tired.

whitney:

Can sleep literally anywhere, anyhow. It’s impressive, really.

Is usually out as soon as his back hits the bed; being an asshole is exhausting, ya know?

Sleeps with, like, three or four blankets and the room chilled to subfuckingzero. Steals the blanket just to be an ass.

Wakes up at exactly the same time every morning like clockwork, no exceptions.

Oh, and he Kicks. Hard. Sometimes on purpose.

Try to cuddle with high dominance Whitney and you’ll find yourself being kicked off the bed.

If they wake before you, they might stick your hand in warm water and demand head as an apology when you wet the bed.

Will press their cold feet against your back when you least expect it.

eden:

If you’re not around, they usually opt to sleep on their back. It’s not always the most comfortable, but it is the most practical for emergencies.

Extremely light sleeper, as the game confirms. Sleep so light, you can only wonder how they’re getting any rest at all.

Total blanket hog, but, hey, at least they’re a natural heater.

One might think them a snorer, but I say otherwise. Sound attracts trouble and trouble is the last thing Eden needs.

One might mistake them for corpse if not for the subtle rise and fall of their chest. Sometimes you check their pulse just in case.

Starts the day off horny. Good thing they have an obedient spouse to take care of it.

kylar:

Notoriously cold feet.

Sleeps on their side with their hands between their thighs

They absolutely have a dakimura of you. I’m sorry, I don’t make the rules.

Wet dreams every other night. All of you, of course.

Insomniac. Usually burns time by jacking off to pictures of you reading comics. That or they sneak into your room to watch you sleep. Hysterical Kylar might do more than watch.

Their sheets haven’t seen soap or water since they got them.

Sometimes giggles ominously in their sleep. It’s creepy.

If you are somehow find yourself sharing a bed with kylar, they will hump your leg when he thinks you’re asleep.

Keeps a knife tucked neatly under their pillow and a bottle of pepper-spray on their nightstand.

avery:

So, so many pillows.

Primarily sleeps on their side, but sometimes they’ll collapse onto their back after a particularly rough day at work.

They do not snore. If you value your well being, you’ll never mention otherwise.

Deep sleeper; once they’re out, they’re out.

Has, like, twenty alarms all set five minutes right after the other.

Bed head for days. Snap a picture when they’re not looking. Do it. I know you wanna.

Probably has one of those lights you can dim. Very finicky about the setting, can’t fall asleep if it’s even a teensy bit off.

Softest mattress ever. Huge, too. Sheets are probably even softer.

alex:

During the summer, they only sleep with sheets. The farm gets hot and they don’t have air conditioning.

Could probably sleep through anything. Nothing short of a fog horn in their ear could wake this farmer.

Snores. Loudly.

Absolutely, hands down the worst bed hog on this list. You’re literally falling off the bed. Good luck trying to push them back, though. It’s like trying to push a boulder.

Sheets probably need a good scrub. Who has time to do laundry out here, anyway?

Frequently forgets to turn off the lights before hitting the hay.

Passes out even before their back hits the mattress.

Doesn’t need an alarm clock, they just wake up.

Up before even the ass crack of dawn, as confirmed in the game.

Mattress is super fucking loud. I bet my left ass cheek that even Wren and his buds could hear you two getting down and dirty from the estate.

sydney:

Heavily prefers to sleep on their side, but you can find them on their back now and again.

Has fallen asleep at the temple many a time.

If you listen closely, you can hear the quietest snores. It’s adorable.

Prettiest sleeping face ever. They look so peaceful.

Hardly ever sleeps in.

Frequently falls asleep with their glasses on.

[angrelysimpping]

you know that trend where women would show off their new nails by placing them on their man's bulge before taking a pic? imagine that but with the LI<3

NO, I DON'T KNOW THAT TREND, OH MY GOD??? Amazing, spectacular.

F!LIs

Alex

Oh, her nails are dirty and chipped, but she's laughing as she puts her hand over your bulge and snaps the picture. At higher dominance, she'll give you a quick squeeze before pulling away.

Avery

The picture is just for her, Avery won't post it anywhere. She gives you special underwear to wear, lays her hand delicacy across your bulge, and gives you a light squeeze before taking the picture. Calls you a sweetheart for being so good for her.

Eden

Nails are rough as hell. Thinks it's kinda stupid but likes making you squirm. Squeezes your bulge as you take the picture. Ends with her fucking you, of course.

Kylar

Nails are chipped and bitten to hell, but she will take any opportunity to touch you. Shaking as she takes the picture, but that just means should take more, right? In case it's blurry?

Robin

Nails are clean and kept short. Maybe has a clear polish. Giggling as she puts her hand on your bulge. At higher confidence, she might give you a light squeeze before pulling away.

Sydney

Oh, pure Sydney is a mess. She really should not be doing this, even got a little mad when you suggested it, yet here she is with a hand on your crotch. She's shaking so bad you end up having to take the photo. Corrupt Sydney is better, but she's also a tease. She keeps needing to take more photos, finding imperceivable flaws in each picture she takes. Keeps stroking and squeezing your bulge on "accident."

Whitney

Does this every time she gets her nails done. No matter where you are when she finds you, Whitney makes you stay still so she can take a pic. Squirm too much and she'll squeeze you until you cry. Posts each one to social media. Only tags you at high love (+Status)

M!LIs

Alex

Blushing at lower dominance, not able to look at you as you put your hand on his crotch. At higher dominance, he keeps eye contact and bucks into your hand a little. Still blushing a smidge, though.

Avery

Makes you promise up and down to never share the photo before he even considers doing it. Watches you the whole time, unnervingly quiet as you set everything up. If you're taking a picture with Avery in it, even if it's just his bulge, it has to be immaculate. After the picture is taken, why don't you do something for him in return?

Eden

He doesn't like having his picture taken, you have to promise something in return. Very self-conscious, demands to see every picture and for you to delete any of them if he wants you to.

Kylar

Do it. Please. Please! Touch Kylar, put your hand over his bulge, and take a picture! Show anyone and everyone that picture. Let them know you're Kylar's. Takes all of his self-control not to cum before you've taken the picture.

Robin

At low confidence, Robin lets you. He's blushing, but he lets you. High confidence Robin blushes and asks you not to. At high lust, he'll let you but asks that you never post it.

Sydney

Pure Sydney smacks your hand away from him so fast. You might be able to convince him. Maybe. You have to promise that you won't show it to anyone else and delete it if he ever asks you to. Corrupt Sydney is wary about you posting the photo anywhere, but he's more than willing to let you take a few photos. Every time you get your nails done, he'll drag your hand to his groin and ask if you want to take a picture.

Whitney

Whitney is the one who brings it up, grabbing your hand and putting it over his crotch. Will grind into your hand. At low dominance, he says he doesn't care if you post the picture or not, but demands you tag him if you do. At high dominance, he's more likely to grab your phone and post the picture himself.

[beefybuckrrito]

Maybe some more Jensen x reader on karaoke night? Either pre or post “under pressure”(tho maybe before those events because everyone loves a flustered Jensen 😜) The song “Love Shack” by b52. And would love some more losers interactions. Thanks!

Where We Can Get Together

Pairing: Jake Jensen x f!reader (any color)

Word count: 882

Warnings: fluffy nervous Jake hehe

Author's note: I truly love this request with all of my heart rn omg 😍 YES we need more flustered nervous Jake and the song is such a fun one! I am so happy you liked Jake and Birdie enough to want more. Beta'd by my comma dealer @mjolnir-steve

Jake piled into the already crowded bar behind the rest of The Losers, ready for their weekly outing to wind down after another mission. As the crew made their way over to the table they always holed up in, Jake’s attention was drawn to the stage. The music from Whitney Houston’s “I Wanna Dance with Somebody” bounced out of the speakers and he couldn’t pull his attention from the woman skipping across the stage with the biggest smile on her face. Her confidence and bubbly demeanor left him slack-jawed, watching as she moved to the music and belted out the lyrics with ease. Even the way the colored lights shone on her hair was mesmerizing. His gaze returned to her face and his eyes briefly locked with hers.

“Already picturing making your own Petunias team with her?” Pooch snapped him out of his awe by shoulder-checking him and slipping a beer into his hand, smirking.

“Oh, come on! I haven’t seen her here before and was seeing what the new competition is like.” Jake groaned and felt his face grow hot at getting caught staring.

He reluctantly turned away from the stage and took a seat, ready to plot what songs the team was going to tackle tonight. The bar didn’t have an official competition, but regulars took it upon themselves to compete for crowd favorite of the night, and The Losers were reigning champs not necessarily for their skill, but for their comedic performances. Jake participated in the conversation half-heartedly, his attention still on the woman crushing the hit song. Only when she finished and headed off stage did he bring his focus back to his team.

“Pleeeeease, Aisha? ‘Love Shack’ is a guaranteed winner!” Jake whined as he downed the remainder of his beer.

“No way,” Aisha shook her head at the proposition before her gaze traveled from the pouting man, a grin breaking out on her face, “but I think I know someone who would duet with you.”

“Duets? Oh, I’m in!” Jake stiffened at the unfamiliar voice behind him, his eyes almost bugging out when he turned to see the sweet voice matched the pretty face he had seen earlier.

“Well, meet your new partner. This is Jensen. Jake Jensen. I’m sure he’d love to du-et with you.” Pooch waggled his eyebrows at Jake.

“It’s n-nice to meet you.” Jake extended a hand for you to shake, praying Pooch’s teasing didn’t make you uncomfortable as you looked bashful for a moment. He liked how soft and small your hand felt in his.

Jake smiled widely as you introduced yourself to him and the rest of the team. Apparently, you were already friendly with Aisha because you had met her the week before when everyone else was still away on a mission.

You had taken Pooch’s seat beside Jake when it was his turn for a song, and he was desperate to keep his cool in such close proximity to you. You were already getting along with the team great, asking questions about their jobs and laughing at their jokes. Jake got a little nervous when you laughed particularly hard at something Cougar said, but he calmed down when you leaned against him to catch your breath.

Soon enough, the two of you were called up, and you giddily grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the stage. “You ready?” You looked up at him with a wide smile.

“Definitely!” Your excitement made his heart sing. You were so cute when you got excited, and he would give anything to see you like that all the time.

The music started as you got onto the stage, and Jake watched as you bound across the stage, trying to hype the crowd up. As his line approached, you turned and pointed finger guns at him as a cue.

If you see a faded sign at the side of the road

that says fifteen miles to the-

Looooove shack! Love shack, yeah yeah..

Initially, it was just you dancing around, but eventually, Jake let you convince him to join you as the song went on, both breaking out your cheesiest moves as the crowd cheered you on. By the time the song was almost over, the whole bar was contributing to the bang bang’s as you and Jake mimed knocking on doors while facing each other. The music faded and the crowd whooped and hollered, securing the win of the night. Jake’s breath caught in his throat as you grabbed his hand again and raised it high in the air, your shirt coming up and showing a little stripe of your belly which made him blush, before swinging it down and having you both bow before the audience.

The rest of The Losers cheered as you and Jake returned to the table, sliding fresh drinks into your hands.

“Congrats, winners! I think I’ve lost my partner.” Pooch smiled and punched Jake in the shoulder.

“Well, here’s to a new partnership in victory!” You cheered and clinked glasses with Jake and tossed him a wink over the rim as you went to take a sip. He briefly choked on his drink and you giggled, patting him on the back.

The singing, the dancing, and the finger guns? Oh boy, was he in trouble.

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