#and like it's not just that she's grown up physically. she's an entirely different person to the girl she was like. a month ago to you.

[luselih]

Another new tumblr page! Welcome welcome!

I was wondering your thoughts on some of the Bleach captains with a very petite s/o? Think like… 4’8 - 5’2 , teeny tiny lil things. Someone who “looks” frail at first glance. Is someone smaller their type? Would that factor into any pursuit? 👀 You can go into NSFW territory if you like, but I’d be happy with SFW too!

summary/ask: bleach captains with tiny/petite s/o! (height around 4’8 to 5’2 feet or 142 cm to 157 cm)

content warnings | manga spoilers!!, separated in sfw/nsfw, sfw- mostly fluff (a little bit of angst) and my personal opinions of them having tiny fem s/o, teasing, kissing and physical affection, mentions of kids and domestic life, i think that’s it for this part, nsfw - so smut of course (minors dni), fem! reader, neutral skin color reader, yapping too much about kinks ,size kink go BRRRRR, oral (receiving), different sex positions, wlw!!, overstimulation, breeding + pregnancy + kids mentioned, mentions after care + more…

a/n - #1 i am actually using tumblr last 3 years but i just recently got back into writing lol and you got my european ass to convert those feet’s and inches to centimeters, 😦 i am like 5’8-9 feet ( around 175 cm-ish tall) so please if i didn’t get a good point in this writing im sorry 😭, didn’t write for old man Yama, sorry not sorry honestly, he’s best grandpa tho <3

#2 also to say i wrote for captains in that picture (before tybw lineup) if you are interested in past/future captains please send me a request! i don’t mind doing them later on~ Toshiro is aged up (grown up/him using his complete bankai)!

SFW!

Suì-Fēng is interesting one since she is not the tallest one (as tall as 150 cm (4'11")) definitely so she is leaning more into taller or at least average sized ones. However i don’t think she minds someone around her height, they can get each other struggles and solve then like you climbing on her shoulders to get a food from a high cabinet in a kitchen or gets in a tiny space together comfortably, yeah i think she is content with it!

Rōjūrō Ōtoribashi would like to have someone dandy on his side, dressing you up in fancy clothes and accessories. Having you as his dress up doll at home~ (sorry this is dry, i don’t like his characters that much lol)

Retsu (Yachiru) Unohana isn’t that tall either being 159 cm (5'2½") tall but her terrifying aura so there is no one pick on you and definitely not her in entire Seireitei so that’s nice <3 However i see her personal preference is someone taller but she also doesn’t mind having “a puppy” following her in free time ;)

Shinji Hirako, this little shit of a man would tease you till a day you die, picking on you as you are just trying to do your job or just passing by, he would put just get your paperwork and lift it that his lanky ass could reach and stuck his tongue out at you, eventually giving in and giving it back with a playful grin and a kiss on a side of your cheek as a apology, saying he won’t tease you again and then teasing you AGAIN not even an hour later 🤦‍♀️

Byakuya Kuchiki would honestly prefer someone who is tiny imo, that has already been proven right since he was with Hisana who is most likely same size as Rukia so there is no doubt. As a head of a clan he likes the feeling that his dearest could rely on him in anything, call it whatever you want but it brings him a sense of something he lost once and he is not planning to lose it again.

Sajin Komamura is TALLEST one 288 cm (9'5½") so as i said he would be probably more found of someone taller or average sized…however! that’s doesn’t mean he wouldn’t enjoy having you around, in both of his forms he would carry you bridal style at late night hours or when Seireitei is empty so you two could have your time without having a fear of being judged or made fun of because of your appearances.

Shunsui Kyōraku, this man hoe likes every woman. He is a proud women lover. He loves any shape, size and complexion in women, he would absolutely adore having you close to him anywhere, especially in his bed late at night as he brushes your wedding rings together :)

Kensei Muguruma is on a more neutral side since i can see him wanting a tall and strong s/o he can fight and train with, but something in me is telling me that he’s a traditional man, he likes to be needed and wanted, be able to stood out in front of you proud, strong and straight to protect you.

Tōshirō Hitsugaya would finally be relieved that there is another person that is small, he’s so mf tiny that you are just maybe slightly taller than him anyway, in his true bankai form he’s around Byakuya’s height so he just might indulge himself into telling you a slight teasing comment, yeah i think he would like someone tiny to match him-

Kenpachi Zaraki would have a smaller s/o without a need for you to be smaller than an average woman in height, he’s like tall-tall, strong and intimidating compared with every race anyway. However i do have a feeling that he would like to have someone so dandy and small like Yachiru since she is a practically a part of his soul so he is found of tiny and cute things. Since his little Yachiru left ( :( ) you had become one who would sit on his shoulder as you two have to go anywhere, imo he probably wishes that one day if you two had a little kid together that it would be little girl who is his eyes is a little Yachiru who you two take care of, but this one have a little eyes just like yours and he likes that very much <3

Mayuri Kurotsuchi, this is weird one because i can see him not really having a type? He barely likes anyone, yet your tiny ass got underneath his skin and now you are here for him. Following him as you two raise Nemuri together, you 3 now looking like a real family!

Jūshirō Ukitake :( gosh i love him so much, anyway he is so nice with you, since you both are physically not very strong, it would make it easy but he fears he couldn’t protect you in time because of his fragile body :( yeah, can definitely see him with tiny s/o <3

NSFW!

Suì-Fēng - i think she loves classic scissoring as you two play w each other’s clits, can’t go well with that one and also, just sit on her face when she’s angry and don’t you dare to put only 10 percents of your body weight on her, fucking sit on it like a chair and let her spend her big mouth on a good job between your legs~

Rōjūrō Ōtoribashi - into Dacryphilia, absolutely loves when you get all pretty and dolled up especially in tiny dress, Pretzel Dip or missionary as you cry from overstimulation, looking so ruined and perfect just for him <3

Retsu (Yachiru) Unohana - man, if you haven’t died when she showed a 8 inch strap up your vagina and fucked you like she hate your guts you are good 👍 anyway, she fucking loves when you ride her or when she puts you in a mating press, absolutely filthy as she splits in your mouth you just because. ( she had a secret breeding kink but shush 🤫 don’t say you heard it from me, also i got some trans!Unohana thoughs, anyone interested in hearing it? comment down please!)

Shinji Hirako - he’s such a meanie in bed too ☹️, i mean he would literally yank you back by your ankle and continue giving you head with his pierced tongue, gosh the overstimulation is crazyyyy with him. Absolutely loves snuggling after it and his hand sliding on your side gently as it went to tease your kitty cat AGAIN-

Byakuya Kuchiki - he must be in love w you if he brings you to his bed so missionary or any position where he can see your face and kiss it is a must, he makes love with you and genuinely only fuckes you if he is jealous or mad, probably have a savior kinks/hints of it sometimes + soft kisses down your back as he praises you after 🥹

Sajin Komamura - (human version) when you two have sex he can’t help but to have a need to make you his because of wolf genetics in him so pretzel dip or prone bone are his favorite positions to make your tiny mind mindless as he might just cums inside if you especially in spring 🤭

Shunsui Kyōraku - loves cowgirl/any version of it so he doesn’t have to do too much at least at the start, see you bouncing on top of his cook as it’s tip bullies your cervix is a fever dream, pressing against your lower back or tummy just for your pussy get a death grip on his dick, isn’t fully interested in pulling out so pregnancy is inevitable sooner or later my dear 🫡

Kensei Muguruma - he is a simple man so he goes doggy or full nelson, fucks to fucks and myb slightly into bondage?? absolutely makes you squirt by fingering you, hate sex??? he absolutely demolish your poor pussy if you flirt w Shinji or Rose, he will kiss your forehead after it tho <3

Tōshirō Hitsugaya - (grown up version) doesn’t have that high of a sex drive but he adores you so he indulge into your horny cravings of him, loves spooning or Scissoring (just mlw) so he can kiss your shoulders or forehead as he for sure makes you cum couple of times at end of the night, secretly loves cookwarming but shushhh 🫢

Kenpachi Zaraki - actually fuckes you in every position possible and everywhere you can imagine, loves stand and deliver (The Bicycle position) as he is chocking you while pounding into your tight kitty, your bodies only stability is his arm that you are gripping for dear life and yes, he isn’t pulling out since he say so <3

Mayuri Kurotsuchi - doesn’t have that high of sex drive but he would absolutely make you deepthroath his length if you are bratty enough, probably some doctor/patient roleplay, people of Seireitei are scared to see his genuine smile if they see a little girl with both of your features??

Jūshirō Ukitake - my sweet man can only had cow girl/variations + missionary sex position with you so he doesn’t finish too soon, absolutely PERFECT with his fingers and has a praise kink so absolutely praise the living shit out of him as you make love underneath the moonlight all night long so he can be happy <333

#bambi’s ✍️ #bleach #bleach x reader #bleach x you #bleach x y/n #bleach imagines #sui feng x reader #rojuro otoribashi x reader #retsu unohana x reader #yachiru unohana x reader #shinji hirako x reader #shinji x reader #byakuya kuchiki x reader #byakuya x reader #sajin komamura x reader #shunsui kyoraku x reader #shunsui x reader #kensei muguruma x reader #kensei x reader #toshiro hitsugaya x reader #toshiro x reader #kenpachi zaraki x reader #kenpachi x reader #mayuri kurotsuchi x reader #jushiro ukitake x reader #ukitake jushiro x reader

[designsdefiance]

day 21: lost

it's bad enough being in a new world totally alien to her. to not recognise her sister? agonising. unbearable.

#ffxiv #miqomarch #seeker of the sun #gpose #miqo'te #shadowbringers spoilers #oc: m'seyli #oc: m'kipfhi #i've been thinking a loooot about the two of them in the first it causes me physical pain #bc kipfhi went shortly after/around the same time as thancred #and she was like. 12/13ish #teenagers change a LOT in 5 years! #to have this initial moment of. someone is calling your name (and dropping the tribal letter! which she doesn't let a lot of people do!) an #running towards you at mach speed and clearly knows who you are and you have this brief moment #of 'who the hell is this person' before it dawns on you that it's /your sister/ who you have never been apart from for more than a few week #at most since she was born #and like it's not just that she's grown up physically. she's an entirely different person to the girl she was like. a month ago to you. #bc again!!! teenagers change a lot!!!! and she's grown up in the fuckin apocalypse #and like kipfhi too. she's been DESPERATE for seyli to get here and has been standing there just like. vibrating in excitement over finally #getting to see her again. and seyli's not very good at hiding when she's feeling off about something and everything is /so/ off. #their bond is strong enough that they can get through it but it's rough for a hot second. #anyway im very normal about shadowbringers

[dear-bunnyboo]

can I request a Joe x Model!reader where they are secretly dating and she will be walking at the VS Fashion show and since they are a secret, Joe is watching the show live at home with his friends and they are teasing him 💕

it would be such a cute idea!!

more Joey B one shot request for you cuties!! (this is mainly Joe's pov!) you can also continue sending me request if you guys want to, my request box is always open 🤍

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 || 𝐉𝐎𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Joe Burrow x Model!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Your secret boyfriend watches you as you walk the biggest runway of your life.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fluff, cursing, teasing, tension?, nerves, secret relationship

𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐜. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Joe's leg was bouncing up and down, seemingly his leg had a mind of its own— Joe looked fine on the outside, his calm and stoic demeanor was a normal look on him. However, to people who actually knew him in a personal level would know how nervous the quarterback was— plus his leg bouncing up and down kinda gives it away.

It was a crisp evening, and Joe was at home with his closest friends; Ja'Maar, Tee, Tyler, and Sam who were all surrounding him on the couch as they loudly conversed among themselves. As Joe sits with his closest friends in the dimly lit living room, He can hardly contain his excitement— Joe invited his closest friends over for the night not just to hang out and as much as he enjoyed their hang outs this was something entirely different. They were all gathered to support you who they have grown close to from dating Joe.

The moment Joe's been eagerly waiting for is about to unfold— the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show, a glittering spectacle, is the platform for you, Joe's secret girlfriend, the woman who has captured his heart. Joe can feel the nerves dancing in his stomach as he anticipated the start of the iconic runway.

The quarterback does not have a lot of knowledge when it comes to runway or modeling but after meeting you, he had learned the different terms and technicalities— he has also learned how important walking this runway is for a model's career. This was not your first time walking the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show but it was the first time you'll be walking with Joe watching, now as your boyfriend.

You and Joe have been dating for almost a year now— a year you two managed to keep your relationship under wraps from the public eye. Joe being the star quarterback of the Bengals and you being one of the most coveted supermodels in that field— people are expected to talk. So when you two finally made it official, you decided that it was better for the meantime to keep your relationship just between the two of you— well, except for a few exceptions; that being both your families and closest friends.

The same friends who are staring at the TV in front of them while they teasingly nudged Joe, as the TV projected a glittery pink display;

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓥𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓪’𝓼 𝓢𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓽 𝓕𝓪𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓢𝓱𝓸𝔀

Written on the screen as a countdown started playing below it, showcasing that there was only three minutes until the shows begins.

Despite his nerves, Joe couldn't help but let out a grin form his face as they continued tease him. As the countdown reaches sixty seconds, his friends took it upon themselves to start counting down— they were now on their feet, counting down the numbers on the top of their lungs as if it was New Years while they teasingly circled around Joe like a bunch of idiots as he would put it in his head.

"3! 2!.. 1!"

A hush fell within them as the once pink glittery display disappeared, moving onto the iconic opening introduction that showcased the glittery runway where a bunch of people were surrounding; from actors, actresses, and the likes.

Joe couldn't help but feel envious of them— he wanted to be there physically with you and watch but his circumstances hinders him from doing so... next year, he swears silently to himself in his head.

As they all finally settled in back on the couch in front of the TV, Joe couldn't help but feel a mixture of pride, anxiety, and a strange blend of vulnerability. His friends were his confidants, the ones who'd been with him since the start of this incredible journey in the NFL. But now, they were all here with him supporting his girl.

A loud bang of music started playing, Bruno Mars walked out greeting the audience as his song 24K Magic started playing— this instantly made his friends jump up to their feet as they bopped and danced to the beat. As the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show began and the first models graced the runway, Joe watched with bated breath. The anticipation was palpable, and he couldn't help but feel a rush of emotions. His girlfriend, the woman he cherished above all, was among the models preparing to walk. Joe knew she was out there, and the pride he felt was overwhelming.

Joe, however, tried to remain composed on his seat, silently sipping on his drink on hand as he bopped his head up and down to the beat, the models started walking out one by one— walking to the beat as Ja'Maar started praising each and every one of them.

"God Damn!" he playfully melted on the spot as he grabbed his chest earning a chorus of laughs from them including Joe who shook his head at his friends shenanigans.

The show continued, and the atmosphere in the room was charged with anticipation— they were all waiting for you to come out. The models sashayed down the runway, and with each passing moment, the teasing from his friends intensified. They now started to chant your name inches from his face as Joe let them, his eyes solely on the screen waiting for you to walk out.

And once you did— pandemonium.

As you stepped out, a shimmering vision of grace and beauty, Joe couldn't help but gasp. You were breathtaking, you walked out wearing a red lingerie partnered with huge red wings that you wore with pride. You were radiant and confident, walked out sparkling under the runway lights. You were breathtaking, an ethereal presence, and his friends gasped in awe. The angel wings adorning you like a celestial being. Your radiant smile and confident stride captivated everyone, just as they had captivated Joe from the very beginning.

"Joey B!" Sam cheered while nudging him with his shoulders.

“Damn, Joe!” Tee hollered to himself,l not long before winking at the quarterback.

Joe remained aghast as he gawked at your figure strutting down the runway with a flirty look on your face— enjoying your time on camera. You were amazing, a natural at what you do. You had the most beautiful smile on your face that made Joe feel like melting on the spot— the quarterback was so focused on you that his friends teasing remarks sounded like white noise to him. All his senses were solely focused on you and only you— he was immensely proud of his girl.

A mixture of pride and awe washed over him as you glided down the runway. Your elegance and poise were unmatched, and you held the audience, and him, in the palm of your hand. It was a moment of profound beauty, watching the woman he loved shine on a iconic stage.

Joe's heart swelled with affection, and for a brief moment, the world disappeared. It was just him and you, connected through a screen, and he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with love and admiration. Joe applauded and cheered along with the audience and his friends as your walk concluded, Joe celebrated with pride and joy. You were extraordinary, and he was grateful to share in this moment of your incredible success.

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[jester089]

Hey, hey! Listen, I had an idea.

have a theory in my head that all the characters are alive in the real life, which means they have a chance to get out. so, what would happen if the reader, for example, died in the real life (for example, put on a headset and... I don't know, shot themself..?Like, their body died, but their consciousness managed to end up in the circus), which means that they couldn't refuse the digital circus, because they simply don't have a physical body in the real world.

how would characters react(everyone decided to run away, but I would like to see the reaction of kinger , jax and pomni) if they managed to find a way out (exit), and when they were about to leave, their s/o said that they can't leave it and they have to stay here forever... like, just stay alone in an unknown place forever. but the reader says that everything is fine, and they will love and remember them all all the time? I just want it look little angst yk🫢 ( I prefer romantic)

I can't speak English good, so sorry for translating Ad I done this with translations

Thank you!!

Left behind

I was going to go to bed but then I saw this request. And I just can't keep my lovely readers waiting. Thank you for the request! And don't worry about your English it was perfectly legible. Plus my friend on discord have made me good at deciphering the most unreadable of things. So while reading your request I had some personal ideas/additions. So I'll, write what you wanted with a little of my ideas. You requested from me so I'm going to put my spin on it.

Kinger

You had grown close with Kinger bonding over both being borderline insane, but not abstracted. When a way out was found he didn't want to leave you behind. NO, he wouldn't leave you behind. You had to force him out of the digital realm so that he could live his life. And it hurt, being trapped in this hollow and ghostly version of the place you knew so well. But at least he could move on with his life. Even if it's without you. When the way out was found Caine disappeared for some unknown reason. So you are well and truly alone. No way of escaping, or dying. The only real way to get away from it all is to lose your mind to the point where you basically aren't human anymore. Kinger missed you back in the real world. He tried to move on but it was hard, knowing that your still trapped in that circus. So he went back to put the headset on again. If their's a set way out now he could visit you! But it didn't work. The pc, the vr goggles, the headset. They were gone... You were gone. So no one's coming to help you.

Jax

When the exit was found he tried so hard to just force you through it. (Like that scene from wreck it ralph where he tries to get Penelope out.) But as to be expected it didn't work. He was so stressed, his mind going over so many different outcomes. "If I leave will they still be here?", "I can't just leave them. After all we've been through. Fuck that. HOLY SHIT! I CAN CURSE AGAIN!!." Surprisingly he stayed with you. He stayed for around a month. But the ghost town of a circus clearly started to get to you two. And after that amount of time he started to care less and less. So he left you a note, then left. Didn't even say it to your face. And back in the real world he'll think about you every now and again. But he made it out of that hell. It's not his fault you didn't.

Pomni

Their is a 100% chance she's going to have a breakdown. She stayed determined to find an exit the entire time she was there. And you supported her every step of the way! And she did it! SHE FOUND AN EXIT! And exit... you can't use... She would freak out and be torn between leaving and staying. She gives you one more hug and kiss and promises she'll be back for you. She'll find a way to get you out from the outside! You hold out hope knowing your lovely is going to get you out of this place. You start writing down the days you've lived in a diary till your S/O gets you out. First 6 months are boring but you hold out hope. You know she'll get you out. You trust her. It's been a year. Maybe time works differently in the digital circus and the real world. Two Years now. Still not gonna give up on her cause she isn't going to give up on me!

ˢʰᵉ'ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ

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(Sorry this is so short. I couldn't come up with much and I'm really tired. But I feel like I made at least some 5/10 angst. Hope you enjoyed it!)

xoxo, Jester

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #kinger x reader #jax x reader #pomni x reader #noob author #not beta'd

[enkas-illusion]

One of Your Guys

One of Your Guys - Part 3/3

Fandom / Pairing: Jujutsu Kaisen / Choso x f!reader

Rating: NSFW/Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Content Warning: Fluff, smut, language, hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, oral (f receiving), fingering, piv sex, lots of teasing.

Chapter Summary: You realise the difference between a stupid crush and actually developing real feelings for someone.

Song Dedication: Sweat by ZAYN / In Too Deep (feat. Kiana Ledé) by Jacob Collier 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

“My god! Again?” Mia sighs as she stares at you in disbelief. 

You’d paused the movie you’d been watching to take a picture of the dialogue displayed on screen. You’re sending it to Choso – because you know that he will find it interesting. You’ve been doing this a lot lately, hence the complaint from Mia.

Ever since the birthday weekend about a month ago, you’ve grown impossibly closer to Choso. You hadn’t planned this at all and initially tried your best to resist the feeling but you weren’t oblivious to the way your heart would flutter each time you thought of him.

You compare it to the changing of the season – you can’t stop the snow from falling just because you dread the cold weather. Similarly, you can’t ignore your obviously blooming feelings just because you’re scared of fucking it up again.

You’re smiling at your phone, even as you wait for his text. Nowadays, you have to physically force yourself to stop smiling too much. You fear that one of these days a stranger’s going to deem you crazy for smiling at your phone constantly.

“As cute as this is, I will disown you if you don’t do something soon. When are you planning to confess to him? Please put an end to my misery!” Mia groans. She’d been a close observer from the sidelines, watching you fall deeper and deeper for Choso. 

Each time you recall her question about how to know for certain that you like someone, your mind brings memories of Choso to the surface as evidence of the same. 

You’ve been hanging out with Choso after work sometimes on weekdays as well. It’s been almost impossible for you to stay apart. From the moment you wake up, you wish to talk to him to begin your mornings and miss him dearly on days you don’t get to meet him due to your different work schedules.

You had always paid close attention to his words whenever he spoke, but lately you find yourself wanting to take in every single detail about him with exact precision. You’ve memorised all his little habits and endearing idiosyncrasies like a photograph in your mind. 

This, you conclude, is the difference between falling in love with the idea of love and falling for a real person.

However, feeling the feels and actually acting on them are two completely different things. Each time Mia tells you to have the talk with Choso, you brush it off saying you’re waiting for the right moment. You both know that's just a lame excuse. The truth is that this time, you really are scared shitless of getting rejected by someone you genuinely like.

—

Although you like your work, you’ve officially become one of those people who eagerly look forward to weekends – however, your reason for such a desperate anticipation is different from theirs. Your desire stems from your longing to be with Choso the entire time. 

You’re currently grocery shopping with him, thanks to Mia’s orders – the cupid had sent you both to get a list of things for tomorrow’s brunch with the group. You’re arguing about the different brands of semolina flour to make the perfect pasta when you hear a voice call his name.

“Choso?” you both turn to look at the source of the voice and it’s a pretty brunette girl smiling at him. She walks to him and it looks like she’s about to lean in for a hug but decides against it. Choso smiles at her briefly.

“Hey, how you been?” He greets her.

“Choso… I thought you’d call! I’ve missed you.” she pouts as she bats her eyes at him. 

Usually, when you recognize game, you respect it. But looking at this chick, you feel a sudden rage to smack the flirting outta her. It’s annoying cause you’re aware you’d 100% pull the exact same shit in front of your crush. But the audacity this bitch has to flirt with your man (future tense) when you’re standing right next to him!

“Yeah… Sorry, I kinda got busy with stuff.” He lies. Although you know that he’s just being polite, you can’t help but feel a pang of jealousy deep down. It doesn’t last long, however, as Choso pulls you to his side, introducing you to her. 

She spares you half a smile when she introduces herself.

God, even her name is bitchy.

You extend your arm out to her and she shakes it. You know better than to poke the bear but you still act on your impulse, playing dumb when you ask her how she knows Choso.

“I’d love to tell you all about it but it’s hardly appropriate for supermarket talk.” she smirks at you. You simply give her a forced smile, refraining from saying something out of line.

“Well, we’re kind of in a rush so we better get going.” you excuse yourself as you put the bag of flour in your cart and pull it in the opposite direction. 

You hear her utter a ‘call me’ before Choso bids her goodbye, and returns to your side with hurried strides.

“We have to find three more items on the list.” he says as he checks his phone.

“Mia can get those tomorrow morning.” you say as you make your way to the checkout counter.

“They might be here somewhere…” he says, confused. You ignore him as you keep on walking, too embarrassed about feeling this way. 

He lets out a tiny gasp as he pulls at your bicep to stop you from walking, blocking your way with his body, “You’re jealous… Oh my god!” he chuckles, amusement laced in his voice, “This is so funny.”

You ignore him as you try to walk past him but his grip is firm on your bicep.

“What? No. Why on earth would I be jealous?” you lie, trying to maintain a poker face. He searches your eyes for something before deciding to drop the topic. He figures you’d keep on denying it anyway so he loosens his grip on your arm and you make your way to the billing counter.

When he drops you home, you hug him goodnight and tell him to leave before Mia has a chance to figure out that some of the items are missing. He laughs as he waves at you before driving away.

After you get back to your apartment, you don’t give Mia a chance to scold you as you promise her you’ll bring the remaining items first thing in the morning. So, you decide to go to bed early since you couldn’t afford to sleep in till late tomorrow.

—

You toss and turn in your bed for the umpteenth time. It’s almost 2am and you haven’t been able to sleep at all. You recall the encounter with Choso’s fling at the supermarket.

Let’s face it – it was pretty tame and yet it had you seething with jealousy like a teenager. This was just one incident, but how long will it take before someone braver than you makes her move and asks Choso out? It will be no one else’s fault but your own for having missed your shot. 

At 2am, the realistic and rational decision would be to force yourself to go to bed and think about this topic in the morning with a fresh perspective. But right now, you have nothing on your mind but a sense of urgency to act before it’s too late. 

Didn’t Ted Mosby say something about not following your heart after 2am?

Well… fuck Ted and fuck being rational.

You get up and hurry to your closet to quickly change into a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. You put on your shoes as you grab your phone and keys as you leave your house.

When you step down into the parking lot, you realise this is an utterly stupid decision. You’re paranoid – being a woman, alone at night, in a parking lot is far from a breezy walk in the park.

What could possibly go wrong?

Before your brain can create any more scary scenarios, you run to your car and get in to get out of there asap. 

It’s a 10 minute drive to Choso’s apartment. When you reach there, you take the elevator to his floor.

You dial his number and press call. While the phone rings, you realise three things – you probably are going to seem insane but you don't care; it’s awfully cold and you should’ve worn something warmer; it is officially too late to chicken out now.

“Hello?” you hear his sleepy voice and your heart feels like it's about to burst out of your chest.

“Hi, could you please open the door to your apartment?” you say sheepishly. You’re about to repeat yourself when it almost seems like he didn’t hear you the first time, but you stay silent when you hear shuffling sounds on the other end.

He simply hums before cutting the call. In seconds, you hear the fidgeting sound of the lock. As the door begins to open, you consider running away and hiding somewhere. 

So pathetic… this is totally not on brand for you.

When you take in his current state, you feel heat rise up to your cheeks and you can’t help but check him out. His hair is tied up messily and he’s only wearing sweatpants, while his upper body is bared in all its glory. 

Although you feel bad for waking him up in the middle of the night, your heart melts at how handsome he looks and you grow weak in your knees. His voice pulls your thoughts out of the gutter. 

“Is everything alright? What are you doing here at this hour? Did you drive alone?” He speaks softly, eyebrows knitted in concern and voice a bit gravelly from sleep.

You’re about to speak but stop like a deer caught in headlights when you hear a soft voice speak from inside. It’s hard to see who it is since the only source of light is coming from his room at the end of the hallway where the door had been left ajar.

“You’re still up?” the voice calls to him. He turns his head to reply and you lean slightly to the side out of curiosity.

When you spot the silhouette of a girl in the dim light, wearing only an oversized t-shirt that’s too big to be hers, your heart drops. 

You simply stare at him while he replies to her, “Oh yeah, a friend’s here. Don’t worry, go to bed.”

You feel like you’re about to be sick… this isn’t what you thought was going to happen.

Did he really call her when he got back home?

When he turns back to look at you, he instantly recognizes your dreaded expressions. And in that moment, he’s glad your face is expressive to the point of betraying you – your eyes always expose all the thoughts you refuse to speak out loud.

He quickly speaks up, “That’s Sam’s girl… She’s staying the night with him.”

Sam… right, his flatmate.

Your face relaxes at the realisation. The hope returns to your eyes. 

It's not too late! Now’s your one chance!!!

“So what brings you here at…”, he pulls his phone out, the brightness of his phone screen almost blinding, he shakes his head to look at the time, “... 2:34 in the morning?”

You shuffle a bit on your feet as you speak, “I- I wanted to tell you something and it almost felt like I couldn’t wait another moment to do so.”

“Oh…” he pauses a bit, “shit- sorry, please come in.” he invites you, moving to one side to let you in. He closes the door behind you as you take your shoes off. He takes your hand as you walk alongside him till you reach his bedroom.

When you enter his room, he leaves your hand and turns around to lock the door. You’re certain he hears the not-so-quiet yelp that you just let out when you saw his back. You slap your hand to your mouth as you cover it in shock and stare at the tattoo on his back.

From what you can see in the dim lighting of his room, it's a dragon and tiger in red and black ink and it’s huge. You vaguely recall him mentioning he had a tattoo once, but you never would’ve guessed it’d be one that covers almost his entire back.

New kink unlocked – Choso’s back tattoo.

“You have a tattoo…” it comes out as a statement rather than a question.

He chuckles at your surprise, “Yes, I am aware. Sitting in a chair with tiny needles making your back bleed for hours is kind of an unforgettable experience, I'd say.” 

“It’s pretty…” your voice trails off as you watch him grab his t-shirt from the laundry basket next to the door and put it on in one swift motion. You sit on the edge of his bed as he leans against the closed door, folding his hands over his chest.

You fidget with your fingers nervously as you try to come up with the right words for your confession. “Sooo…” you drag on, your heartbeat picking up its pace, making you fully aware of how anxious you are. “Mia has been on my case about this for a while now…”

Nope. Weak start.

“Fuck.” You close your eyes to focus, taking a deep breath as you begin again, “Choso… I like you. I’d been putting this off since I figured I’d wait to find the right words to express how I feel. But I may never find the perfect words because with every moment we spend together, I find myself falling deeper for you.”

You continue as you open your eyes to look at him, feeling a bit braver now that the cat’s out of the bag, “I’m aware it seems like a cheap shot since it’s such a recent development. But my feelings for you are sincere. What I felt for Satoru was simply me romanticising a platonic friendship.”

You sigh and it’s so overwhelming that you feel like crying, “Maybe this sounds like I’m talking out of my ass but fuck…Choso I like you so much it hurts. I’ve never done this before because frankly I’ve never been in so deep with anyone before. I want to show you just how much you mean to me and my heart aches just thinking that maybe you don’t want me anymore since I was too dumb before to see what was right in front of me all along. I’m sorry for failing to see you… but I do now. And if you’ll still have me even after me acting like an oblivious fuck, I’m right here.”

You bend your head down to cover your face with your hands as you can feel the tears in your eyes. You want to redo the confession because no matter what you say, it feels far from enough. Your train of thought comes to a halt when you feel him grab your wrists.

He pulls your hands away from your face and you find him kneeling in front of you so that you're face to face.

“Aww… my poor baby,” he mocks you playfully, but he’s smiling so bright that he’s sure, at that moment, his eyes speak for him too. You use the back of one hand to wipe your tears while the other slaps Choso’s chest lightly.

He grabs both your wrists and holds them in the tiny space between you two. He brings one hand to his lips, softly kissing your knuckles and repeats the action on your other hand.

“I’ve liked you for a while now, I’m pretty sure it isn’t going to fade so easily.” he smiles at you.

“Please tell me you believe me when I say I like you more than I’m able to express with my words?” you say, wanting reassurance that he understands the truth behind your emotions.

“I do… I’ve been aware of it for the past few days now.” he confesses. You furrow your eyebrows out of confusion. He explains, “Remember how I always joke about you looking at Satoru with those eyes? Well, I kinda realised that lately you’d been looking at me that way instead.”

“Oh,” is all you say as you look down to bite your lip, embarrassed. Choso leans forward as his fingers tilt your chin up. On instinct, you look down at his lips before your eyes move up to observe the rest of his face. 

“So… you still like me?” you almost whisper. 

“I do.” he chuckles softly, “and it doesn't hurt anymore cause I know you reciprocate my feelings.”

“Hmm… I do.” You reply. There's silence, it's far from awkward but you decide to break it anyway.

You begin, trying to mimic a stern voice, “And by the power vested in me by God Almighty, I now pronounce you husban- AGH!” 

Choso hooks his arm around your neck mid sentence pulling you towards him, causing you to kneel with a soft thud on the floor as his laughter fills the entire room. You hug him back as you laugh along, feeling a sense of accomplishment for having made him laugh so hard.

When the hearty laughter is reduced to softer giggles, you sit back up on the edge and rub the top of your knees as they hurt a bit from the slight impact. He mutters a quick ‘sorry’ as his hand replaces yours, massaging the area softly.

There’s an unspoken agreement when your eyes meet again. He wants you to make the first move this time. So you do just that.

You wrap your arms around his neck as you close the distance and kiss him gently. It doesn't take long for Choso to take charge and deepen the kiss as he cups your face in his hands and stands up, pulling you up with him without breaking contact. 

When your lips part, breathing heavy, he takes a step back to pull off his t-shirt. You close the distance once again as your hands move up to his hair. You pull his hair tie out, letting it drop to the floor and lacing your fingers through his black locks to free them. Your eyes scan his face to take in how pretty he looks with his hair down.

He leans down within seconds to close the distance between you. His kisses get frantic and messy as he grabs your ass with one hand while the other snakes around your waist, caging you between his arms.

He moves away to hastily pull your hoodie over your head before throwing it to the side. He’s towering over you with your bodies flush against each other’s. You lean back till you’re falling on the bed behind you. 

Choso sits up as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your pants and pulls them off roughly. A shiver runs down your body when you see the way he’s looking at you. His chest heaves as his breathing gets heavy, his voice comes out as a stern command, “Strip for me, baby.”

He moves back to stand at the edge of the bed to observe your movements intently. You turn your back to him, sitting on your knees. Your hands move to your back to unclasp the hook of your bra and you throw it across the floor. You turn around to face him, your hands covering your chest.

You lean back, supporting yourself on your elbows with your palms still covering your nipples. He damn near loses his mind when he hears you purr, feigning innocence, “Sorry… my hands are full, do you mind?” as you part your legs.

He doesn’t waste any time as he leans down to grab both your ankles, yanking you as he pulls your body near the edge of the bed. You let out a tiny squeal as your hands move to the sheets as you steady yourself.

Hooking his fingers into the hem of your underwear, he takes it off slowly as his eyes scan your entire body to memorise the view into his mind forever. When he discards the piece of fabric behind him, he grabs your right foot. He brings his lips to the top of your foot, peppering wet kisses up your leg till his face is just inches away from your pussy, his eyes locked in your gaze the entire time.

You can feel his hot breath, closing your eyes as you wait for him to kiss you where you really crave the touch of his lips. However, you open your eyes again when you feel him move away. He’s repeating his movement on your other leg, kissing all over your leg to rile you up.

When he bites the skin near your left thigh, you groan as you grow impatient and hook your leg on his shoulder in an attempt to pull him down closer.

“Patience, love.” he teases you as he moves up to kiss your stomach instead.

“Choso please…” you plead as your shaky hands move up to his hair.

“Tell me what you’d like me to do baby… since we’re so big on communication.” he teases. You say his name again as if to scold him, but it comes out more like a desperate whimper.

He’s on his knees near the edge of the bed as he repositions your legs to place them on his shoulders. He’s so close that the lack of his touch is agonising. He only needs to lean down a few inches to end your misery, yet he holds back, enjoying the way your body is reacting to his teasing.

“Eat me out baby… plea-” your voice gets caught in your throat and instead turns into a soft wail when you finally feel his lips on your skin. His fingers intertwine with yours, locking them to your side to keep them from moving as his tongue parts your folds with a gentle pressure.

You bite your lower lip to keep yourself from moaning out loud. His movements alternate between licking up your entrance and sucking at your clit. You arch your back and whimper as his tongue dips into your hole. 

He groans as his hands press yours deeper into the mattress to keep you from moving too much. You look down at him with knitted eyebrows and you feel as if you’re about to come just by the way his eyes look at your face.

“Taste so good baby…” he mumbles between kisses. When he notices you trying to restrain your moans, he lets go of one hand to slowly push two fingers inside you. He’s pleased when he’s able to elicit the desired reaction out of you as you moan his name, followed by a number of cusses while he pumps his fingers inside you at a steady pace. 

He goes back to sucking your clit while fucking you with his fingers. The combination of the two is deadly as you feel yourself getting close to your release. Your free hand grabs at his hair as your whole body starts shaking.

“Fu- Choso, don’t stop… don’t stop, ahh–” your voice strains as your head dips back and you close your eyes. You start shaking uncontrollably and as if on cue, his other hand moves up to apply pressure over your lower abdomen. You moan his name out loud with ragged breaths as you reach your orgasm.

You try to push his head away, not being able to handle how sensitive your pussy feels. But Choso doesn’t relent as his tongue laps at your folds to lick you clean, causing tears to form in your eyes due to the overstimulation. He stops when he hears your voice break, still panting as you come down from your high, your body twitching under his hold.

He moves up, kissing your stomach, the flesh under your boobs, the valley of your chest and finally licking up your throat till he’s levelled with your face. He kisses the corners of both  your eyes to erase the trail of tears that was left behind.

Your hands roam all over his back as you pull him down against you to kiss him on the lips one more time – he tastes of your cum with a slight hint of salty tears. Your legs wrap around his waist as you move a hand down to palm his erection.

He breathes out a quiet ‘fuck’ when your hand rubs him up and down from above his pants. You feel as if your brain is about to short circuit when you pull your lips away from his and briefly see a string of saliva connecting your mouths.

“Choso, please fuck me.” you beg softly. He nods before kissing your forehead softly as he says, “Your wish is my command, princess.”

He gets up quickly to pull his pants down along with his underwear together, freeing his cock from its restraints. He’s, what one would call, well-endowed… to say the least.  You feel yourself getting wet at how thick and veiny his dick is. You move back up to the centre of the bed as he makes his way to the bedside drawer to grab a tiny silver pack.

When he climbs up on the bed, you reach your hand out to caress his thighs. He tears the pack open with his teeth before rolling on the condom in a well-practised motion. When his eyes meet yours, they soften as he smiles at you. You smile back at him before you bite your lip, feeling the butterflies in your stomach.

He moves to sit with his knees just below your hips and leans down to spit on your folds, moving his fingers to spread the spit around your hole. He lines himself up at your entrance, slapping his dick over your pussy a few times before coating it with your wetness.

He looks up at you, pausing his movement to speak, concern lacing his voice, “Let me know if it hurts, okay baby?”

You feel the blood rush to your head at his words and you nod frantically. He hooks your knees over his shoulders before slowly pushing his tip in. You let out a broken whimper at how good he already feels as chills run down your spine at the sensation.

He leans forward till his chest is flush against yours and he has you in a mating press. He doesn’t break eye contact as he pushes inside you slowly till he bottoms out. Your eyebrows knit as you try to keep your eyes open.

A low grunt escapes from his throat as he moans your name when your walls flutter around his dick. Choso wets his lips as he grabs a pillow from the side to place it under your lower back.

“You good?” he says, his voice strained.

“Never been better.” you breathe out, looking at him with lust-filled eyes that are pleading him to not tease you any further. 

He supports his body weight with his left forearm rooted firmly in the space beside your head while his right hand comes up to your throat. His hold is firm as he tilts your head to the side with his thumb, dipping his face in the crook of your neck.

As he bites and sucks all over your neck, you feel your walls clench around him. He bites harder when he feels it, earning a moan from you in return. You plead, urging him to fuck you already.

“Not…” he whispers as his tongue flicks at one of your nipples, “...yet.” he repeats the movement on the other bud as well. Although everything he’s doing feels good, you grow desperate in the anticipation of feeling his dick fuck into you.

You wrap your hands around his wide shoulders as you speak, “Baby, please don’t make me beg so–.” Before you have a chance to finish your sentence, he pulls out to thrust deep in one quick motion. 

You scream his name way too loudly and you’re pretty sure Sam and his girlfriend heard you. Even if they didn’t, it would be impossible to miss the sounds of his balls slapping against your skin as he starts ramming into you with a steady pace.

His movements are precise, pulling out till only his tip is inside you before slamming all the way in. You shut your eyes, feeling every thrust and your nails dig into his shoulders when it gets too much to handle.

Your right leg slides off his shoulder slightly and you press it against his bicep, you can feel the sticky sweat on both of your skins as you keep on whispering lewd praises at him.

“You fuck… so good.” you moan breathlessly as his movements get sloppy. “Don't st- mhm- make me yours.”

“I’m gonna cum… fuck.. if you keep talking like that, love.” he groans, picking up his pace as the hand he had on your throat moves down to stimulate your clit. You’re kissing his shoulder when he does that and it causes you to bite into his skin to contain your moans.

A few more sloppy thrusts and Choso cums as he bites your neck a little too hard. You wail his name out of pain. He licks over the bite to soothe it a bit when he realises it as his pace slows down before pulling out completely. You miss the feeling of his dick inside you but he quickly lowers himself to fuck you with his tongue instead. His mouth and his fingers work together and it doesn’t take long for you to cum on his tongue once again.

When your breathing steadies, your grip on his hair loosens; just now realising that you’d been pulling his hair instinctively. He’s still peppering your folds with soft kisses. Your eyelids feel heavy as you pull at his bicep. He understands what you want and pulls himself up to face you, caging you between his arms.

His face looked fucked out and you know yours is the same way. You cup his face with your shaky hands.

“Hi,” he gives you an innocent smile. 

As if he wasn’t just fucking you into kingdom come.

“Hi,” you smile back as a blush creeps up on your cheek, suddenly feeling exposed and vulnerable under him. He kisses your lips softly and you close your eyes as your arms wrap around his neck. He leaves tiny pecks on your cheeks, eyelids, nose, chin till he’s covered your entire face with soft kisses.

You giggle under him as his lips move down to your neck. He nudges his nose so that it tickles you. You know what he’s about to do as he brings a hand to the side of your abdomen to tickle you there.

You scold him, still giggling, before it escalates, “Choso! No! Please… baby I’m tired.” 

“Well, if you ask so nicely…” he says as he stills his movement to sit up, but not before giving you another quick peck. You sit up to make your way to the bathroom to pee and you see him move to help you.

“I can go by myself,” you let out a chuckle but you'd be lying if you said your legs weren't feeling like jelly.

“Say yes for another round and you won't be able to.” He laughs as he takes in the way your naked silhouette looks, the bathroom light illuminating your figure before you close the door behind you.

If it were up to him, he'd be more than glad to stay up all night to hear your sweet moans, commiting to memory the way you scream out his name.

When you return, you find him standing near the bin as he ties the condom in a knot and puts it in the torn pack before dropping it in the bin. It’s a simple act yet you find it very attractive that he’s so organised. 

You get back to the bed as you watch his movements intently. He bends down to grab his sweatpants from the floor and rummages through the pockets to find his phone. When he touches the screen, it lights up again, making him squint his eyes.

“Why don’t you just put it on auto-adjust?” you laugh.

“Because then it becomes too dim even in broad daylight at times.” he complains as he places the phone on his bedside table. 

“Wait, do you want to set an alarm? I meannn, I’m all for missing brunch if I get to fuck you all day instead.” he says as he lies down next to you and pulls you into him till your back is pressed against his chest. 

“Choso, I'm tired!” You giggle and he hums in response. You twist your head to inhale his scent.

“Your perfume’s faded.” you note.

“Then what do I smell like now?” he questions and you turn around to face him completely, wrapping your arms around his torso.

“You smell of sweat…” you kiss his lips, “and sex…” you tug at his bottom lip with your teeth briefly, “... and me.”

He smiles into the kiss, “Is it your new favourite scent?”

“Maybe.” you tease.

“Guess I have no choice but to smell like it all the time now.” he says as he kisses your earlobe. You laugh and roll your eyes at him. He pulls the blanket over your bodies, pulling you impossibly closer. You continue to lazily make out for another 30 minutes or so, whispering sweet nothings, till you eventually fall asleep in each other's arms.

You don’t get to sleep much as you wake up when daylight breaks in through his window, softly lighting up the room. You find Choso sleeping with his head on your stomach, the blanket has since shifted to the edge of the bed. In the gentle morning light, you can see his tattoo better. You slowly caress the lines of the figure and it might be the prettiest tattoo you’ve ever seen. It’s red spider lily flowers peeking out from under the larger dragon and tiger tattoo.

When your fingers gently move over the scratches your nails had ingrained into his skin, you hear him groan softly. You pull your hand away, whispering a soft ‘sorry baby’ but he slowly brings his right hand over to intertwine it with your left hand. He pulls it to his lips, kissing the top of your hand.

He bites the skin gently, earning a quiet laugh from you. He opens his eyes to look up at you. His movements are lazy as he moves up, kissing above your belly button before coming up to rest his chin on your chest.

You run your hands through his hair slowly as you speak, “I’m sorry about your back… I'll make sure to cut my nails next time.”

“No, don’t. You can scratch my back all you want… battle scars, baby.” he snorts at his own joke, “Besides, I’d say I did a lot more damage than you.”

His fingers move the stray strand of your hair away from your neck as he observes the trail of hickeys running down from your neck to your breast. 

“Oh god…” you groan.

“What?”

“Mia…” you sigh.

“You don’t want her to know?�� He speaks softly but sounds almost hurt.

“What? No, it’s not that. Believe me, she’s gonna do a happy dance since I'll stop being so insufferable in front of her,” you laugh before continuing, “but I had promised to get the remaining items on the list for her in the morning. She’s gonna be so pissed when she doesn’t find me in my room.”

“Ahh… no worries, we can go pick it up on our way, we still have time.” he smiles at you. 

“Sooo, round 2?” you blush as your fingers dance over his bicep. 

He laughs as he comes up to kiss your cheek, “You didn’t have to ask.”

You fuck for another two hours, exploring multiple positions that have you seeing stars as you chant his name on repeat. When you’re done, every single part of your body feels sore – even your throat isn’t spared as it feels sensitive from deep-throating him. You stop only because you decide it’ll be too late to get home on time if you stayed any longer. 

Despite Choso’s protests claiming you’d save time if you showered together, you take turns to freshen up. You tell him no and push him in the bathroom, he pouts dramatically but closes the door behind him as he obliges nonetheless. 

When you’re both dressed up and ready to leave, he pulls you in for a hug. You bury your face into his chest while he’s nesting his against your neck. You breathe in the freshly applied oud-jasmine scent and sigh, feeling intoxicated. He squeezes your body into his and you wrap your arms around him tighter as you both stay still in each other’s arms for quite a few minutes before you decide to leave.

Choso drives your car to the grocery store and asks you to wait in the car while he quickly gets the necessary items. It doesn’t take very long and you reach your apartment shortly after.

“Man… Mia’s gonna flip when she finds out we’re finally dating.” you smile, excited as he parks the car in the parking lot of your building.

“Dating?,” he questions, “Whatever gave you that impression, baby? We’re so platonic!” 

Before you have a chance to react, he cups your jaw with one hand to pull you in for a kiss. You laugh into the kiss and slap his chest playfully. 

“Kidding, you’re stuck with me now.” he adds, looking at you with a soft smile.

“You’re the one who’s trapped baby… heart and soul.” you say, trying to mimic his voice with the last words. It’s his turn to roll his eyes as he pulls you in again and kisses you slowly. 

The feeling of his lips against yours is so addicting and you don’t want to leave. If it were up to you, you’d stay in his arms forever, and then some more.

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[hyypnotix-writes]

would you be willing to give a lil blurb/teaser of what you have written? no worries if not

oo!

I'll give you a sizeable little chunk and we can see what the reaction is to that.. 😬

this is definitely subject to change - I've lost count of how many times I've rewritten things!

..Em drags you through the large flock of fans, trying to make sure that you don’t get separated from each other on your way into the stadium, and you keep offering up apologies on her behalf, as she carelessly mows people down for you. She is quite the woman on a mission.  

You opt to keep your head down, a little embarrassed by your sister’s rudeness, but even as you make an effort to avoid making eye contact with all of the disgruntled supporters that she keeps barging through, there is one thing that you do struggle to avoid seeing, with some of the Barcelona fans.   

An overwhelmingly impressive amount of them, also have ‘ALEXIA’ on their shirts.   

This doesn’t come as a complete shock to you. She is the best player on the team, after all. There is something about seeing her name plastered over quite so many strangers’ backs, however, that has sent your heart racing.   

This turnout of people is undoubtedly nothing compared to the millions of followers that you found out she has on Instagram yesterday, but it’s a very different feeling, seeing her fame condensed into a little figure on social media, than it is, to actually seeing so many of them in person. It’s much harder for you to ignore the countless amount of admirers that she has, when you keep physically bumping into all of them.  

“Are you good?” Em asks, as you find yourself frozen in the crowd, staring at the back of another person’s shirt.  

“Hm? Yeah, sorry.” You mutter, giving your head a shake, before letting yourself get dragged along again. “She’s very ..popular.”   

“Putellas?” She checks, and you can only nod back at her, still a little dumbfounded by it all. “Well, yeah. Obviously!” She snickers. “Come on!”  

Maybe it’s pride that you’re feeling. Knowing you’ve been spending a bit of time with someone so well-liked. That’s very nice for you, that’s entirely enjoyable and fun. It doesn’t need to be anything other than that. What good would that do for you? 

Perhaps there's a slight nervous tension in your stomach, at seeing her name absolutely everywhere. That’s probably understandable and fine. You knew she was famous, but that’s still a little confounding to actually play witness to. No one’s going to hold that against you, it’s okay to be a little overwhelmed by it all.  

It’s a new reality for you. It makes sense that that would be accompanied with a new feeling too. Anxiety isn’t something that’s really presented itself to you when thinking of Alexia before now. Of course it isn't, why would it have been?  

Picturing little scenarios with her in your mind was fun, it was silly. It didn’t really mean anything when you were never going to find her again. You didn’t need to go putting doubts about yourself in imaginary-Alexia’s head, that wouldn’t keep things very fun and silly at all.  

There are a few doubts about yourself in your own head now, perhaps. Seeing as you have found her again, you’re falling for her, and she’s clearly not the little nobody that you thought you’d entangled yourself with, but that’s probably fine. It’ll be a temporary thing. Let’s not worry about it right this second. Let’s just enjoy the game instead! 

It probably isn’t wise for you to start stewing on things. You really will start spiralling.  

How could you not?  

If you start letting yourself think too hard about all the things that you were lacking, and what you simply couldn’t offer to keep a pathetic pig of a man satisfied, and you really start allowing yourself to question why you weren’t good enough for him, that isn’t going to put you in a very good mindset when seeing all these fans that Alexia has.  

Her supporters aren’t limited to just little kids or grown men. There’s a lot of women here, also sporting her name. It isn’t necessarily the case that all of these women are gay, that’s not really how watching women’s football works. She can have straight women being her fans too.  

Some of them are probably gay, though, aren’t they? Lots of the ones that are gay, with her name on them, might have a little crush on her. It’s very likely that absolutely none of them will have had to do research all day to make sure that they knew what was going on this evening. All of them will have already known everything. They’ll be genuinely into football, genuine fans of Alexia.  

Gorgeous, confidently gay, and really into football. Those are the women that surround you right now. That’s fine. What’s wrong with that? 

Why are you letting yourself worry? Why are you letting them get to you? Because they make more sense for her? Because they’re better for her? Because you’re not a fan of football?  

Alexia already knows that she didn’t walk out on you because of it.

  

She did giggle a few times at your idiocy, though, didn’t she? She probably did think you were a little foolish. She would presumably think it was a bit lame of you, to have spent quite so much time studying for a football match. Who else has ever had to do that? You really probably are the only one. That is a bit embarrassing. Quite pathetic of you.  

Damn.  

What a loser, you are.  

Shit.  

Maybe you should let it get to you. Maybe you’ve let yourself get carried away. Maybe you’re having a psychotic break. You’re letting yourself fall for a woman. A Spanish woman. A famous Spanish woman. A famous Spanish woman who plays football professionally, for crying out loud! Look at all these beautiful lesbian fans that she has here. What the hell are you playing at?  

You? A little nobody from London, who couldn’t even keep an ugly bastard of a man happy? If you weren’t even able to manage to do that, how could you possibly hope to be good enough, for two-time Ballon d’Or recipient, current Champions League and World Cup winner, Barcelona’s sweetheart, Alexia Putellas?  

That doesn’t seem very likely at all, does it? You being the soulmate of this ethereal goddess of a woman? Behave yourself. You really are delusional.  

Maybe that’s why she wanted you here, to laugh at you. Point and laugh at you with all of her football friends.  

Just go home now. Pretend that you’re ill. You do look a little ill. You’ve let yourself spiral, haven’t you? I did warn you about doing that. Now look at the state of you. This is very tragic.  

“Mate, what are you doing?” Em asks, as you once again find yourself paralysed, staring at yet another stranger’s shirt.   

“I just ..I don’t feel well.” You mumble.   

“Noo. Please don’t do that!” She begs, all too aware of what your next statement is going to be..

#woso x reader #alexia putellas x reader

[comfortless]

how do you think König would react with an S/O who playfully fights/teases as a way to show affection? my love language is light bullying so idk if he'll be too receptive to that 😅

ohhh this is a fun/sad one, actually! 🥲 i think this would be torture for him, because i don’t see him as being someone who can take a joke well!

SO!

We are all aware König was bullied in his past. I personally see him as being somewhere on the spectrum, too.

He speaks his mind, and expects the same of you whether he voices that need or not. The people he was surrounded by as a child play a huge part in this. There was never any “playful” bullying when it came to his father, any change in tone or insult ignited a fight or flight instinct for König because of this. The children at school were even worse. His father was always easy enough to read as he had no choice but to be around him.

The fake love confessions, the mocking compliments, and the unprompted aggression were another thing altogether. If a girl called him “hot” growing up, she always seemed to be lying, laughing with her friends the second he became hopeful. If another student wanted to “be friends” it more often than not ended with poor König either showing up and sitting through a movie entirely alone or doing their homework for them with nothing in return.

König never properly mastered people, they’re all different shades of confusing. He never had the proper upbringing or chances to read them properly at all, and though he’s grown more comfortable in his own skin now, these things do still haunt him to an extent.

He would love a play fight, adores the feeling of getting to pin you and feel that flood of power. You’re smaller and weaker than him, most people are, but he doesn’t get to exert that energy anywhere else than on the field. It’s certainly not as fun when his opponent winds up dead and there’s no romantic aspect to it at all. You’re such a cute, fragile little thing in his eyes, he’s overly gentle but doesn’t hesitate in the slightest to engage. Physical touch is his love language, and the promise of getting to rough you up in other ways afterward is just a bonus!

But… say you’re playfully insulting him. Call him “ugly” or hurl any other insult at his body, and he just sort of shuts down. He’ll give you the blankest stare, avoid touching you, and likely storm off until he’s had time to calm himself down. A part of him recognizes that you don’t mean it, but the internal wounds speak much louder.

He would assume the worst, that all of this time you’ve just been pitying him and you’re only now speaking true. You’re not attracted to him, and he was an idiot for ever believing that you might be. This guy had tried and failed countless times to find himself with a pretty thing that he can love, and never would he say anything like that to you. It’s always an abundance of praise and an eternal stare. His eyes and hands never leave you. So, that stings.

Once he calms down… some, he would return with the same hurt painted across his face, ask you why through gritted teeth. Just, “Why?” Depending on if it’s something that can be fixed, maybe he’ll offer to do it for you. Make himself prettier, better built, anything so that you don’t leave him for a man you deem more worthy. He knows he sounds small and pathetic, but he can’t stop himself. He doesn’t want to lose you. It pisses him off knowing that he’s already done the work, too, only for the end result to be the same as the things he’s already endured.

He wouldn’t be entirely convinced that it was just a joke, but he isn’t the type to come sobbing to you for reassurance, either. The next few hours are filled with condescending little comments. “You like fucking ugly men, schatz?” or “Do you always get wet like this when you’re sorry?”

#kö headcanons

[verdemoth]

Maven! Small guy KEENLY aware of the crushing weight of responsibility. Director of Mission Control after Odyssey’s ‘retirement’. Doing their best.

-> Following after their mentor, Maven is the current head of Mission Control, a small team tasked with monitoring the status of expeditions, keeping the portal stable, and maintaining the technological systems that assist in these efforts. Maven’s the one calling the shots. In the case of a hazardous situation, Maven has to make an assessment with what information they have access to and decide what to prioritize. They’re inclined to recall the field team when faced with any untested issue, but the current owners/investors of the whole project aren’t too happy when supplies get wasted ‘for nothing’.

-> In practice they usually just go along with whatever Odyssey advises to the absolute best of their ability. And they Will Not complain.

-> They’re kind of usually too worried about have a personality for the entire duration of a mission. They fixate on the job and fret over it 24/7 until everyone makes it back in one piece.

-> When they can relax, Maven’s got some hobbies. They’re into embroidery, playing niche card and board games, and enjoys science fiction and mystery stories.

-> Their cousin, Perseverance, bullies them relentlessly for being a nerd </3. Even though Perse is the one who writes essays on oscillating genes, or the influences that parasites exert throughout an ecosystem, just for fun, so. >:(

-> Maven and Perse didn’t grow up very close in both a physical, spacial sense as well as an emotional one. Their teens is when they started to connect, when their families moved closer again. Maven babysat fairly often and helped her out with schoolwork, leading to Perse taking an interest in Maven’s aspirations and making them her own.

-> She’s a grown woman now and can look after herself, but Maven’s still worried for her now that she’s joined the team officially. They don’t want to get her killed. But then she goes and pulls some shit to make them reconsider all the effort they’re putting into worrying. Like showing Maven a big fuckoff moth she found by releasing it into their room. Again. (..it was a cool moth though)

-> Maven has to babysit Perse’s terrariums once she starts joining expeditions. Maven does not like crawlies.. but they are committed to upholding the highest standard of care for these creatures. They were reaaaaaally anxious about it the first time, but Perse said they did a great job, and they kind of grew to enjoy it? The feeling of being able to do right by these little animals and keep them safe. They don’t mind it, actually.

-> Maven was just stepping into the leadership role on that fateful day they lost contact with the field team. It was supposed to be straightforward, one of the first missions they’d be commanding with little input from Odyssey, up until it all went very wrong. When the storm hit, they scrambled to manage the crisis. In the time it took to restore communication, Maven was certain they’d gotten three people killed. Instead, they just got one person killed. Like it really makes a difference. They are quite certain that Opportunity’s disappearance and presumed death are their fault and they’re not dealing with it very well.

-> They look up to and respect their mentor a lot and honestly it’s just.. easier to let em overstep and take some responsibility away from them. Maven feels Complicated about it. Relieved, sure. Patronized too. They feel crushed that Odyssey doesn’t seem to trust their ability.. but is e really wrong? They’ve already proven to be inadequate. They’re not sure they’ll ever move past this.

#alt text #image #my art #my characters #char: maven #set: eeg #flight rising #flight rising art #named after the Mars Atmosphere and Volatile EvolutioN (MAVEN) orbiter! #along with its other objectives it’s utilized as a communications relay for active landers and rovers

[wooahaes]

of your choosing

pairing: non-idol!vernon x fem!bisexual!reader [ft. coworker!scoups]

genre: slight hurt/comfort. established relationship.

word count: ~1.4k

warnings: reader's friend accidentally making a biphobic joke at reader's expense (she apologizes immediately). food mentions. vernon being a sweetie (+ cheol too). literally no proofreading btw.

daisy's notes: no taglist for this one purely bc its very self indulgent (like i entirely wrote this for me lol) + its a lil expansion of a fic i wrote on nonranghaes.

Most people in your life now were the kind of people you trusted. While you’d never been ashamed of your sexuality (your support system while questioning had been too strong and there for you every step of the way)... Sometimes you felt as though people had grown a little too comfortable.

Not Vernon. Never Vernon: you came out to him a few months into dating him once you felt sure that he wouldn’t judge you, and he didn’t. He’d embraced your bisexuality with open arms, merely remarking a laid back “cool—how do you want me to respond? With a hug? I’m down for whatever,” and then his thanks that you trusted him enough to come out. Seungcheol knew, too, because the two of you had gone out for drinks after work and you’d drunkenly came out to him on the walk to your bus stop. His response had been a little different in the moment (it wasn’t judgmental in the slightest, but a “that’s not an excuse for not holding onto me—you’re going to fall!”) and he’d met you for breakfast the next morning to ask if he’d heard you correctly. Hell, Seungcheol was the reason you came out to Vernon: he’d set the two of you up, and you’d asked if Vernon was the kind of person to judge you for that.

He’d stared at you and answered with “Would I have introduced you if he wasn’t?” 

(You suddenly grew to appreciate Seungcheol a lot more than just being your ‘big brother’ figure at work.)

Regardless, most people in your life were trustworthy. Therefore, everyone knew that you were bisexual. Simple. Anyone who judged you for being a bisexual woman in a relationship with a man was cut out of your life if they weren’t willing to learn. 

Anyhow, that was how pretty much everyone at this party knew you and knew of your bisexuality. Not everyone in the room was straight (a slight reassurance—you didn’t feel like a spectacle in any way), and you’d noted those people because several of them were your friends. One of your friends was drunk at this point in the night, sitting cross-legged on the couch. Vernon was whispering something into your ear, fingers grazing over your bare shoulder and playing with the strap of your dress. He’d drank a little, too, and it was enough to loosen him up to initiate physical affection like this.

To be honest… You weren’t sure what brought you to the moment. All you knew was that the friend on the couch, Jia, had laughed and said something about how you “were bisexual, so obviously you weren’t going to decide,” and it’d hurt.

See, that was the thing: Jia was not bisexual (she was an out and proud lesbian, actually). You could make jokes about being bisexual and not making decisions, because you were poking fun at yourself, not just your sexuality. It was hard to explain to people, sure, but there was a difference between you making a joke over yourself and someone else doing it at your expense. The sting of Jia’s words were evident on your face, and she immediately realized what she’d hurt you.

“Oh my god,” she said, “I’m so sorry—”

“No, it’s fine,” you said, waving it off. “It’s fine.” 

“No, I mean it, I didn’t—I didn’t mean that,” she said. “Really—”

You’d pushed Vernon’s hand off of your shoulder. “It’s fine! Don’t worry about it. I get it.” 

Although Jia had settled back into the conversation, Vernon could see it on your face that it wasn’t fine. It was never fine. His attention fell back to Jia, who had changed the subject entirely, and then to Seungcheol, who seemed to be silently steaming in his seat. He could see the way you avoided Seungcheol’s gaze for a moment, and then quietly excused yourself to get a drink. Except you didn’t go toward the kitchen—Vernon watched you make your way to the front door. A second later, he heard Seungcheol speaking up, saying something to Jia about coming to grab a drink with him (which meant Seungcheol was definitely about to defend you). Which meant Vernon needed to do his part: Seungcheol would talk to Jia, Vernon needed to talk to you. 

He found you easily enough. When he finally made it outside, there you were, standing underneath a streetlight and hugging yourself. You weren’t crying, but leaning against the base of it, rubbing your arms for warmth. 

“Hey.” He made his way over to you, thankful you weren’t crying. He’d feel like a shitty boyfriend if you were crying: he should have moved immediately to follow you. If you needed the space, you would have said it outright. He, in your own words, was safe for that kind of talk. “You alright?”

You nodded, looking back out at the street. “Just… Didn’t feel like staying any longer.”

“For what it’s worth,” he stepped into the space next to you. “I think she’s genuinely sorry.”

“I know,” you nod. “I can tell. If she wasn’t, she wouldn’t have pushed back and insisted so hard. You know how she is.” 

He watched the way you rubbed your arms again. You’d worn this sleeveless dress because it was one of your faves, and because it’d been warmer earlier. Vernon liked it, too: he thought the confident way you carried yourself was always your prettiest look. Yet the temperature had dropped lower than either of you had expected, but Vernon came prepared. He knew how to take care of his girl. If that meant stripping off his jacket and pushing it onto your shoulders, then so be it: he could handle the cooler weather.

“Thanks,” you pulled it closer to you. “I dunno. I mean, she immediately apologized, but it still kinda stings.”

“I get it.” He wrapped an arm around you. “Like… You can make those jokes because it’s you.”

“Right.” You leaned into him. “I dunno, I think it was the alcohol. I just…” With a deep breath, you shut your eyes. “I can’t help but feel like some people are expecting me to choose a side rather than a person.”

“I don’t. Cheol doesn’t, either. I don’t think anyone up there does,” he said. “But I know that doesn’t really matter.”

“It does, actually,” you said, opening your eyes again so you could meet his gaze. “I’m glad I have you guys. I just… I dunno. I’ve seen people say that kind of stuff before. I’ve cut people out because their opinion of me changed when I went from saying that I’m bisexual to saying that I have a boyfriend.” Shifting your weight from leg to leg, you let out a sigh. “I just—Can’t I just exist? I’m not ‘picking a side’ by being with you, I’m picking a person that I love. That doesn’t make me any more or less bisexual than I was before.” 

“I know.” He leaned in, pressing a kiss against your temple. “For what it’s worth… I’m kinda glad you chose me.” 

Your gaze met his again, a little teasing. “Kinda?”

He chuckled, warm as ever, and planted another quick kiss—only this time he’d pressed it against the corner of your mouth, ever the tease. He changed the topic with ease, fingers brushing against your arm again as he pulled you in closer. “You hungry?”

You looked back at the building behind you, “What about—”

“It’s boring,” he said; a complete lie, but one you were grateful for. “Besides… Cheol’s talking to Jia. He’s got your back.” 

It earned a smile from you. Seungcheol always seemed glad to watch out for anyone he cared for: whether it was you and politely acknowledging the fact some male coworkers were disrespecting you, or picking up his friends when it was late and they needed the ride. He cared about people with his entire heart. You would have to thank him later, maybe bringing him his favorite coffee when you went into work next. 

“I was thinking… Maybe we could find an Italian place?” Vernon pulled you along with him, arm resting around you. “Or tacos—Babe, I could murder some tacos right now.” 

All you could do was smile, giggling a little as you fell into step with him. At least you had Vernon by your side: the person you chose to have there.

#wooahaes.fic #seventeen imagine #seventeen x reader #seventeen x you #svt x reader #svt imagine #svt x you #vernon x reader #vernon x you #svt reader insert #chwe vernon x reader #chwe hansol x reader

[bloatedandalone04]

➪the one where nick has to deal with the aftermath of what he did.

Part 1

Warnings: mentions of physical harm, post transformation nick, ending where nick is still a werewolf, ptsd, trauma, swearing, fun things

Word Count: 4.6k

Time couldn’t move any slower and this night couldn’t end any faster. 

  At one point, you were sure you would spend the rest of it crying, but as it went on, your tears slowed until you had nothing left to shed. Your body had seemed to have run out and it left you with aching eyes and tear stained cheeks. 

  Kaitlyn wrapped a long bandage around your arm and upper body that prevented you from being able to move your right arm from the elbow up. It was to ensure that your shoulder wouldn’t be further injured as the night progressed. It was annoying to have to only use your left hand, but it was also the last thing on your mind.

  There was one thing that had your full attention. Well, there was one person. 

  Nick.

  Where was he? Was he dead? Did he literally rip himself to shreds and will remain as that thing for the rest of his life?

  The last question was answered by Laura, one of the missing counselors. She told you that his skin will grow back and he will be back to his normal self the following day, if he survives the night, that is. 

  You weren’t fond on the way she worded that last part, but she did know the most out of all of you, her own boyfriend had been through the same thing that yours was currently going through.

  Morning comes with no sign of Nick. You heard he was safe and had been locked in a cage next to Jacob for most of the night after he fled from the pool shed. That in itself had put your worried and terrified thoughts at ease and allowed you to spend the rest of the night somewhat peacefully. 

  When you, Emma and Abi stepped out of Chris’ surveillance room the following morning, you could’ve cried at the fact that you and everyone you had grown to care so much about had survived, if your tears ever began flowing again.

  The sun on your skin felt like you were finally awake from an endless nightmare, finally safe until it inevitably went away and you were left in the dark once again.

  When you left the building, Kaitlyn immediately found you and checked on your injuries. Your lip was split open on the left side and your right cheekbone wore a sizable bruise that looked even worse in the sunlight. 

  When she declared you to be in decent shape, she moved to the side and that was when your eyes met a pair of brown ones. They looked sad and broken beyond belief, most likely matching yours. His entire persona lacked its usual light and friendly energy, and all that was replaced was the shell of a man, completely drained and shattered from the events that occurred the prior night.

  He looked so different from the last time you saw him. His hair was dry, not wet from the pool, his clothes were in one piece, not like the ones shredded all over the pool house, his eyes were sad and guilty, not excited and dark. 

  Standing there, clad in his varsity jacket and beige pants, was Nick. 

  He looked at you as if you were the most fragile thing he had ever seen, and right then you felt like it. 

  Ryan and Dylan watched you with worried eyes as you slowly stepped forward and towards your boyfriend. You felt nervous, something you thought you’d never feel when you were around Nick, but at this point, none of your feelings towards him were positive, with the exception of relief at the fact that he was alive and okay.

  When you walked up to him, you made sure to keep a few feet of distance between you. “Y/n,” he says quietly, his arms aching to reach out and hold you. He had a faint memory of what happened, and with you standing in front of him, wearing the injuries and pain he inflicted on you, it did a pretty good job at clearing up the fuzzy parts. 

  “Hi,” you say quickly, not knowing what else to say.

  “Hi,” he says just as fast, his eyes looking all over your face, lingering on the bruise for a few seconds before he steps forward. “I’m so sorry, I-”

  You close your eyes tightly at the quick step back you took, not wanting him to feel even more guilty, but you couldn’t help it. The second he moved towards you had you stepping away without meaning to, flashbacks of his tight and unrelenting grip on you from last night filling your head. 

  The look he gave you broke any remaining piece of your heart. He looked defeated and tired and frustrated all at once. 

  “I’m sorry,” you mutter and look away. 

  “No, no, I’m sor-” he cut himself off when he realised you couldn’t even look at him. He sighs in defeat and lets his shoulders visibly fall. “I’m sorry.”

  “I’m-” you try to lighten the mood that was darkening by the second. “I’m glad you’re okay. I was worried.”

  “Are…” He trailed off. “Are you okay?”

  You sighed heavily. “I will be,” you say, your shaky voice adding to your words. “I just need time.”

  Nick sighed, relieved that you were at least somewhat okay, and reached out to you.

  “Away from you,” you add, stepping away from him again and watching as his face contorts to a pained expression. “I-I’m sorry, Nick. I know it wasn’t you who hurt me last night, but it looked like you. It’s going to take me some time to trust you and be comfortable around you again. I’m so sorry.”

  Nick swallows hard and looks down at the ground. He felt as if his heart had been physically ripped out and thrown onto the dirt beneath him. How had you gone from being so in love to you being completely terrified of him in one night?

  He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this empty, heartbroken and scared all at once. He could feel you slipping away from him despite you standing a mere two feet away. You and him had always had a connection that ran deeper than either of you probably even realised, and the fact that he was the reason that connection was being severed made him want to drive his fist through the nearest wall. Maybe then he’d feel even a sliver of the pain he caused you and maybe then the guilt would be more bearable. 

  “I understand,” he says, the words hurting him more than you could possibly know. Truly, he did. He remembered everything now and he knew he would never forgive himself, so why would you forgive him? He should’ve fought harder to stay in control. He should’ve protected you. “I’m so sorry.”

  “It wasn’t you. I know that,” you say quietly. You could feel your heart breaking with every passing second, but you continued. “I want you to know that. It wasn’t you.”

  It was true. Nick had proven on more than one occasion that he would never hurt you and would do everything he could to make sure you were safe. The whole reason he got bit was so you wouldn’t.

  “I love you,” Nick felt his heart skip a beat at your words. You still loved him, even after everything that happened. You loved him, but didn’t trust him. “You know that.”

  “I love you, too,” he replied instantly, feeling the sting of tears forming in the corners of his eyes. He looked at your bruised skin and the dried blood on your shirt and lip, his heart deflating at the sight. “I love you more than anything. I’m sorry.”

  Nick wasn’t cured. He knew that. As long as he carried this curse, you wouldn’t be safe with him. 

  And he’d die before he let himself hurt you again.

-

As you stand outside Jacob’s new apartment, you bring your hand up to knock on the door for the third time. You knew he was home as he had told you a few days ago that he would be available to hang out with you. 

  That didn’t seem to be the case, though, as it’s now your fourth time knocking on the door and being met with complete silence. 

  You were about to turn around and come back later when you heard the familiar voice that only belonged to Jacob. “I’m coming, fucks sake,” 

  The door swung open to reveal Jacob in nothing but dark grey boxers. He had one hand on the door knob and the other on his head, scratching at his scalp and making his hair even more messy.

  “Y/n,” he greeted you, smiling at you that only lasted a second. 

  “Hi,” you say back quickly, tightening your hold on your duffle bag. “Are you just getting up now?”

  Jacob turns his head to the right and looks at the bright green numbers on his stove that read 12:56. “No,” it was an obvious lie but it had your brows raising and lips turning upwards. “What’s up?”

  “Are you still looking for a roommate?” You ask and play with your fingers, a hopeful look on your face. “I know having a girl as a roommate is probably the lamest thing ever, but I swear, if I have to see my parent’s looks of pity one more time I will stab my eyes out with a fork.” 

  Jacob laughed, his hand dropping to his side as he shook his head. “It’s that bad, huh?”

  “You have no idea,”

  He nodded, his eyes squinting at the harsh sunlight that was flooding his vision. “Maybe not,”

  “If it’s too much trouble or anything like that, Kaitlyn said I could crash at her house until I find a place of my own,” you trail off. “But, if you let me stay, I could help you pay rent and cook dinners. Nick taught me a lot at summer camp.”

  Jacob looked surprised for a second before he tried and failed to cover up his shocked expression with a nonchalant nod. 

  But you saw right through him. “What?”

  “Nothing,” he shrugged, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe. “You mentioned Nick, is all.” 

  At this, your own face contorted into a surprised expression. “Oh,” you say quietly. “Yeah, I did.”

  You hadn’t meant to say his name, let alone allow the thoughts of him to take over your mind like they were now doing. The truth was, you missed Nick more than anything. He was your rock for nearly a year and to go from seeing him everyday to avoiding him like the plague was hard. 

  You weren’t fully healed from his wounds yet. Physically, you recovered, but you still saw his glowing yellow eyes and his dark, wicked grin every time you fell asleep. It was like a never ending nightmare where you were scared of him, but at the same time all you wanted was to feel safe with him again.

  Silence falls over the two of you, both of you looking at the ground before Jacob gives you a genuine look of concern. “Have you talked to him lately?”

  “No,” you answer almost immediately. “Have you?”

  “When he actually answers the phone,” Jacob muttered, shaking his head. “Yeah.” 

  The silence returns and you start to fiddle with the strap of your bag. “Um, I can find somewhere else to stay,” you break the quietness with your equally quiet voice. “I don’t want to impose.”

  Jacob stands up straight. “No,” he says. “It’s fine. I’d rather have you living with me than some random guy.” He took your bag from you, slinging it over his own shoulders. 

  “Really?”

  “Of course,” he smiles at you. “Is this all you have?”

  You nod. “Yeah. I kinda threw a bunch of stuff out when I got home from camp,” you mumble. “Bad memories.”

  “I get it,” he stepped back, extending his arm out to you. “Well, until you get settled, everything that’s mine is yours.”

  You take his hand and allow him to tug you into his apartment. “Thanks, Jacob. Seriously,” you squeeze his hand. “I’d hug you but it might be awkward considering you’re almost naked.”

  “Right,” he trailed off. “I’m going to put your bag in your room and quickly get dressed. We’ll go out and spend the rest of the day together to celebrate you moving in.”

  “Sounds perfect,” you say and he grins at you, walking in the direction of the bedrooms and disappearing into his room.

  As you looked around the boyish apartment, you couldn’t help but feel bittersweet. Sweet, because you weren’t alone anymore and were now living with a close friend, and bitter because you always thought that you’d be living with Nick once you moved out of your parents house. 

  You and Nick had talked many times about it, both of you agreeing that you should try and find a place together once you returned home from camp. Since the moment you met him, you always imagined that it would be Nick who would be your first roommate, while also being your boyfriend.

  Now, it was clear that he would not be your first roommate, and if you were being honest, you weren’t sure if you were even still together at this point. For all you knew, you were on an unofficial break. 

  It had been just over a month since you last spoke to him at camp. You saw him around town many times, each time you felt your heart pulling further and further away from your body and closer to the brown haired boy who was far too amazing to be so broken. 

  You missed him, but you weren’t ready to face him.

-

“You’re going to have to sleep on the couch until your bed arrives,” Jacob says as he holds the door to the furniture store open for you. “Is that okay?”

  “Of course,” you say and walk next to him down the busy sidewalk. “I’m just glad I have somewhere to stay.”

  “You have somewhere to call home, Y/n,” Jacob says, smiling at you as you stop walking. “I just have to tell the landlord that I found a roommate and we’ll be good to go.”

  He looks to the side and you notice the sudden change in his expression almost immediately. He was looking at something, or someone, with the same look Nick used to give you. 

  You quickly rid the thoughts of him and look at whatever caught Jacob’s attention and see a blonde girl with hazel eyes looking at him. She brings her hand up in a shy wave, her cheeks turning a light pink when he returns it. 

  “Who’s that?” You tease, nudging his side with your elbow. 

  “Huh?” He quickly turns to look at you. “Oh her? Um, that’s Mikaela. I’ve seen her around a few times now.” 

  “You’re into her,” you say and watch as his face turns red, shaking his head when you nod. “You so are.”

  “I might be into her,” he says nonchalantly. 

  “So go talk to her,”

  “What?”

  You laugh at how quickly he said it, putting your hand on his arm and gently pushing him in her direction. “Go talk to her. Ask her to hang out for a bit,”

  “But I’m hanging out with you,” he looked conflicted but you made the decision for him as you backed away. 

  “We live together now, we can hang out literally everyday,” you point out as he looks at you, then Mikaela, then back at you. “Go, Jacob, it’s fine. I’m just going to buy a couple personal things, anyway. I really don’t think you want to be there for that.”

  “That I probably don’t,” he trailed off. “Okay. I’ll catch up with you later.”

  “Okay,” he grabs your wrist before you could fully turn around. 

  “Thanks, Y/n,”

  “Don’t thank me yet,” you answer, giving him a teasing smile. “You don’t know how you two get along yet. Thank me later.”

  “Okay,” he says and nods, turning around and making his way to the blonde girl. “I’ll see you at home.”

  Home. 

  Your heart fluttered at the sound of that word. You still couldn’t believe he actually wanted you to move in with him. Jacob had been your friend for a few months prior to you being a counselor with him at Hackett’s Quarry, but it was during camp that you and him really bonded. 

  He and Nick were like your two bodyguards the entire time, constantly helping you out, even with the easiest of tasks, but you were grateful nonetheless. 

  “Okay,” your voice was quiet and you were sure he didn’t hear you as he walked up to Mikaela and almost immediately started a conversation with her. 

  You watched as she laughed at whatever he said, her hand coming up to rest on his arm. 

  Without meaning to, your mind thinks back to all the times your own hand was placed on Nick’s arm as he joked with you. His jokes were rarely funny, but it was the way he said them that made you laugh every single time.

  You missed him. 

  You tear your eyes away from Jacob and turn around. Almost instantly you collide with someone and you would’ve lost your balance had their hands not reached out and held onto your arms.

  “I’m sorry,” the all too familiar Australian accent you adored was all you heard before you quickly looked up. Your eyes widened at the sight of Nick, your heart skipping a beat when his eyes meet yours. “Y/n.”

  “Nick,” you say back. Silence falls upon the two of you as his eyes stay locked on you while yours look down at his hands.

  They were still holding your arms, the first physical touch you and him have had since the night he threw you against the wall of the pool shed. 

  He noticed your stare and immediately dropped his hands, taking a step away from you. “I’m sorry,”

  You shake your head at his panicked tone. “It’s okay,” you answer honestly. “How have you been?”

  Nick looked surprised that you had started a conversation but he also wasn’t about to miss the opportunity to talk to you again. “I’m okay,” he said. “I’ve been missing my girlfriend.”

  His words hurt your heart more than he probably knew and you look down, nodding once. “Yeah,” at least this was confirmation that you were still together, just not together. “I miss you too.”

  “Then come back to me,” he said almost desperately.

  “It’s not that simple,”

  “Why not?” He sighed, frustration getting the better of him. “Why can’t we just go back to being us? Fuck, it kills me to not see you everyday. I miss talking to you and being with you, I miss you.”

    “I miss you, too, Nick,” you mumble. “It’s just t- this is too much for me right now. I’m sorry.” 

  You walk around him and quickly make your way down the sidewalk. Nick refrained from reaching out to you to continue talking about it. He knew that if he were to grab you without warning, your mind would no doubt go back to that night. So, he just turned and watched as you walked away from him, taking his heart with you as you disappeared from his sight. 

-

It had been two weeks since you last spoke to Nick, and two weeks since you moved in with Jacob. It was different than what you expected it to be. Jacob was a lot messier than you thought, though he tried to keep his messes out of the communal areas of the apartment and more in his room and the bathroom.

  You didn’t mind much, he was a boy and it wasn’t unusual for them to be messy. You couldn’t remember how many times Nick invited you over and you spent most of your time tidying his room than actually hanging out with him. 

  Nick enters your mind once more and you’re beginning to become annoyed at the fact that everything in your life seemed to remind you of him. 

  It was Friday evening and you had been home alone for the majority of the day. Jacob greeted you in the morning before he left for work and once he returned home later in the day, he was in the shower and out the door again. He had been so excited all week about tonight. It was the night he and Mikaela would be going on their first official date and he would not shut up about it.

  It warmed your heart to see your close friend be so happy about a potential lover. But, like everything in your life, it came with a price.

  While Jacob was rarely home and spending time with his soon to be girlfriend, you were left alone with your cruel thoughts. You had hoped that you’d feel less miserable when you moved in. Jacob was the funniest guy you knew and he made you laugh countless times over the summer, and you did laugh now, but not as much as you thought you would.

  The sound of thunder broke you from your thoughts and you were brought back to reality. It was pouring outside and it made the already dark sky even darker. 

  You refused to spend another Friday night sad, so you reached over and grabbed your phone, planning on ordering a pizza. Just as another round of thunder struck, the sound of rapid knocks filled the empty apartment. You jumped and accidentally dropped your phone. You sighed as you watched it fall in between the cushions and onto the floor under the couch. 

  Deciding to worry about it later, you make your way to the door when you hear the knocking continue. Without looking to see who it was, you swing open the door. “Back already, huh-” you immediately cut yourself off when you see an all too familiar person staring back at you. “Nick.” 

  Standing there, completely soaked was Nick.

  Your mind goes back to the last time you saw him like this.

  It was time to forget about that night. It wasn’t him. 

  “What are you doing here?” You ask, stepping away from the doorframe once you feel the raindrops fall onto your sock-covered feet. “Did you run all the way here?”

  “I walked,” he said, his arms wrapping around himself. “But yes.”

  “Oh my God,” you muttered, your hand reaching out and twisting in his grey shirt, pulling him into the apartment before you could even realise what you were doing. He closed the door and leaned against it while you stood there, playing with your fingers. “Are you cold?”

  Nick shook his head and you were left to stand in silence.

  Attempting to break the awkward tension, you spoke up as you turned to face the hallway. “I’ll get you a towel-”

  “Y/n,” his voice stopped you in your tracks. He sounded so broken and completely worn out. And if you were being honest, he didn’t look much better.

  He was slimmer now, as if he had hardly been eating, his eyes were tired and red, purple marks prominent underneath them due to lack of sleep. He looked how you felt.

  “What,” you say but it wasn’t a question. Nick just looked at you, making no move to approach you and you felt the tension coming back. “Why did you come here, Nick?”

  His response was instant. “I needed to see you,”

  “Why?”

  “Because I love you,”

  You closed your eyes at the three words that held so much emotion, biting the inside of your cheek to keep calm. “Two weeks ago,” you started, keeping your eyes anywhere but on him. “When you touched me…I was brought back to that night. That was the last memory I had of you touching me.”

  Nick’s heart dropped at the realisation that you had been dealing with a lot more things than he had, and he dropped his head to stare at the floor. Not only did he put his hands on you in a way that caused you physical pain, but he gave you trauma because of it. He felt sick and beyond angry at himself.

  “But two weeks ago, I wasn’t scared like I was that night,” you continue, making Nick’s head snap up, his eyes on you. “And I’m not scared now.”

  Nick felt his heart inflate with a sliver of hope.

  “I should be, but I’m not,”

  “I love you,” Nick said, not knowing what else to say as you were finally beginning to let him in again. 

  “I love you, too,”

  Nick’s heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest. He remembers in vivid detail the last time you told him that, the morning after he scarred you. You said it with such a distant expression, and back then he knew where it was leading to. But now, you look so much different. 

  He wasn’t sure where it was heading this time, but his hopeful heart was burning with a desperate need for you to be in his life again. That much he knew. 

  “I swear to you,” he said, standing up straight but not moving towards you. He’d be damned if he moved too fast in such a fragile environment. “I will never, ever hurt you again. It’s been complete hell since you….said you needed time away from me. I’ve never felt this miserable in my entire life. Fuck, we were so happy, and I hate the fact that I’m the reason we’re not anymore.”

  You shook your head, opening your mouth to speak but Nick cut you off.

  “No, it’s all my fault. I hurt you in more ways than one, and I will never forgive myself for it,” Nick mumbled, watching as the water drops from his hair hit the mat below him. “I don’t blame you if you can’t either. It’s unforgivable.”

  “Nick,” you say quietly. “I forgive you.”

  It felt as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders at your words, his brow twitching as he held himself back from going over to you.

  “I’m sorry, too,” was all you said before you began to walk towards him. Nick couldn’t help himself as he met you halfway, his hands lifting upwards to ghost over the sides of your face. He wouldn’t let himself touch you until you let him know that it was okay. Your hands gripped his wrists as you allowed him to caress either side of your face. “I’m sorry for not saying this sooner.”

  Nick shook his head quickly, his cold hands making goosebumps appear on your skin. “You have nothing to be sorry about,” he mumbled, pressing his forehead against yours. “Ever. You hear me?”

  You nod, closing your eyes and inching your mouth towards his. “I love you,” you murmur, closing the remaining space between the two of you. Your lips against his felt like coming home again after so long. It felt right and you wondered how you went so long without it.

  “I love you so much,” he said against your mouth, kissing you again as his hands moved down to hold onto your waist, his grip on you desperate. He couldn’t believe he was kissing you again after so long. It felt as if everything was finally where it should be. “I’m so sorry.”

  You pulled away and held onto his shoulders, bringing him down so your head could rest in the crook of his neck. “It’s okay,” 

  You stayed like that for what felt like forever, holding onto one another with everything you had in you. Nick had successfully made your clothing as wet as his, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

  You were back together and were left wondering how you spent so long without each other when it was so painstakingly obvious that you belonged together. 

  There was a question that neither of you had the answer to, however. 

  What would happen on the next full moon?

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Who did this to you

Pairing: Poly!recoms x Recom!reader

Word count: 2629

Warnings: Child abuse, traumatic childhood, scars, angst.

Waking up in the body of an alien, of your enemy was... jarring, to say the least. Your skin color was suddenly streaked blue, your eyes golden. Suddenly you are three times the size you were when you were human. Suddenly you have a tail and cat-like ears. But, there are also positive changes. The doctors have had you do various physical exercises to see if everything is working properly. You soon noticed that you can run much faster than when you were human.

You also discovered that you can hear and see much better. And, unfortunately, you can also smell much better. You could smell that doctor What's His Name, had onion bread for breakfast this morning. Disgusting.

You sigh as you walk to the women's locker rooms. The colonel just conducted a briefing on your mission. To hunt down and kill the leader of the Na'vi insurgency, Toruk Makto, Jake sully.

You didn't know what to do when you saw the rest of your unit. When you were human, before you died, you found out that your entire unit was romantically involved with each other. You yourself were the newest and youngest addition to the team. You found out by accident when you walked into the barracks and found some of them in heated make-out sessions, while the others watched.

You were only eighteen at the time and you had grown up in a strict Christian household. Your parents were far from good parents, they may have been married, but you don't believe they ever loved each other. You never heard them say they loved each other, or that they loved you for that matter. During your youth they completely shielded you from the outside world. You were homeschooled, you were only allowed outside for fifteen minutes a day and then only in the fully fenced backyard and you had no friends, in fact, until your eighteenth birthday you had never seen a living person other than your parents. They cut off contact with their families, their friends and everyone they knew before disappearing from the radar. And then they had you, an unwanted child.

Your father believed he was your boss. You always had to obey him or there would be consequences. When you were twelve and had your first period, your father got it into his head that you had committed sins and that you were possessed by the devil. From then on, he beat your bare back every day with the iron pin of his belt. Every morning before breakfast and every evening before dinner. It was worse when he was drunk, which was pretty much all hours of every day. And your mother did nothing to stop him, she just watched with an emotionless look in her eyes and her umpteenth can of beer in hand.

The wounds on your back never really healed while you were still living at home, only after you ran away did they start to heal and now your entire back is covered in scars. The night before you turned seventeen, your parents had outdone themselves with how much they had to drink. You packed a bag with your few belongings and turned your back on the only family you've ever known. As far as you know, your parents have never looked for you.

You didn't know where to go until you met a female Marine recruiter, Gabby. She was a kind woman who offered you food and shelter and tended to your wounds. She talked about her job with so much pride. So many stories about how she helped people and how her Marine friends became her family.

You quickly decided to sign up to join the Marines. You were desperate for a family that would care about you, like Gabby always said they would.

After finally completing your basic training, you were notified that you would be going on tour to Pandora. Your superior saw your skill in hand-to-hand combat and how easily you handled different types of weapons. She told you that she knew the head of security at Hell's Gate and that you would be joining his team. For five years you would go on tour to Pandora. You said goodbye to Gabby, promised to visit her when you got back, and boarded the rocket that would take you, and a bunch of other people, to the spaceship that would then head to Pandora.

It only took a few months for you to discover the true nature of your unit's relationship. You didn't know how to feel about it. On the one hand, you didn't mind, because everyone should be able to love whoever they want. But on the other hand, you were convinced that they would never see you as one of them, as part of their family.

Walker and Z-dog discovered your feelings and took it upon themselves to explain to you how their relationship worked and patiently answered all your questions. They were very surprised by your questions, it was as if you had never experienced or even seen love. They wrote it off because you were still young and thought that you had simply never been in love and that you had respectful parents who only showed their love for each other behind closed doors. They couldn't have been more wrong.

Your unit did their best to include you, even though your relationship with them was different than they had with each other. And slowly, they fell for you. You felt more and more for your unit, love, if you understood Z-dog and Walker correctly, but you were afraid of their rejection, so you kept it to yourself.

Lopez was ultimately the one who made the decision and spoke for the entire unit when he approached you. As a result, you lost your breath on his kisses. And so, you became not only the newest edition of the team, but also in the relationship. And then there were eleven in your weird little self-made family.

You loved your partners dearly, you had plenty of accumulated love to give out. You loved Miles playing the intimidating colonel, but giving you quick secret kisses every moment he could. You loved how Mansk had built a wall around himself through his sunglasses, but he let you break through his wall when no one outside your relationship was there to see it. You loved it when Lyle made his dirty jokes, and the others rolled their eyes when they had to hear his jokes for the hundredth time. You loved it when Walker and Z-dog pulled you away from the others so you could have a fun girls' night full of knee-shaking kisses. You loved it when you could lay your head in Prager's lap and he would read to you from his book while he ran his fingers through your hair. You loved it when Fike and Brown pulled you by the hand through the hallways as you ran away from the angry staff because of their latest prank. You loved it when Ja had a tight grip on your waist during your music listening session and he pressed light kisses to your neck. You loved how Lopez held you on his lap while he taught you Spanish.

But the bliss was short-lived. A few months into your relationship, you were assigned to knock down the giant tree 'Hometree' for the metals that lay beneath it.

The last thing your current, blue self remembers is that some kind of scan was made of your brain. And then, you woke up in the lab on board the ship. Then the various tests, watching a video in which your past self tells you that you have died and then Miles' briefing.

And that brings you to your current situation, thinking about your reunion with your partners. Your entire thoughts are completely mixed up. You don't know how to feel about everyone you've loved now being trapped in gigantic blue bodies.

On the one hand you are happy because you can still be with them. But on the other hand, they also died, neither of you can ever return to Earth to visit families, or Gabby. And you are insecure, you don't know whether everyone still loves you and whether they still want a relationship. You feel alone again and you wish you could talk to Gabby, you think to yourself as you walk into the locker room to change from your comfortable sweats to the tactical gear. 

You turn anxiously to the floor to ceiling mirror. Squeezing your eyes shut and turning your back to look over your shoulder in the mirror. You pray for your scars to be gone, but when you open your eyes you see the bitterly familiar scars. Sighing, you gather your equipment. If you're quick, you can get changed before Walker and Z-dog enter the locker room.

Despite your love for your unit, you have never felt comfortable enough to tell your lovers about your traumatic childhood, and about the scars that cover almost your entire back. While you've gone quite far in terms of kissing and full-on make-out sessions, you've always stopped your lovers when they wanted to go further, saying you weren't ready yet. Luckily, they always accepted your refusal with a loving kiss and a cuddle session.

You take off your hoodie, deliberately facing the door, just in case someone walks in. You're so deep in thought that you don't notice the door opening. "Hey Sweets!" you hear Z-dog say cheerfully. "Why did you leave so quickly? I didn't even get to give you an 'I'm glad you're alive again and I love you so much' kiss," she pouts.

You freeze and your hoodie falls to the floor. You don't dare pick it up, afraid they'll catch a glimpse of your scars and your camo shirt is too far away. "You still love me?" you ask, hoping to keep them occupied so they don't notice how tense you are. But unfortunately your plan isn't working.

Z-dog strides towards you with long, fast steps and comes to a stop in front of you, her nose almost touching yours. "Sure sweetie, just because we're blue now doesn't change how I, how any of us, feel about you." You let out an awkward, shaky laugh. Z-dog frowns and looks over her shoulder at Walker with a concerned look, who looks back with a similar look.

“Are you still upset about what happened?” Z asks worriedly as she looks back at you. You nod, hoping she'll leave it alone. “I know the perfect solution for that,” she grins, before placing her hands on your hips and kissing you deeply. You don't know what to do. You can be sure that if you pull away abruptly, they will become even more concerned. You decide to place your hands over Z's hoping she doesn't move them and kiss her back.

But unfortunately, before you can stop her, her hands slide to your lower back. She pulls away abruptly when she feels the ridges of your scars. "What is going on?" Walker asks, confused, she was enjoying the mini show that you and Z-dog put on.

Z-dog presses her hand further into your back, her fingers brushing over the ridges. She looks at you with wide eyes before turning you around so she can see your back.

“Who did this to you,” she asks with an icy tone. Your body starts to shake and you get tears in your eyes. You hear Walker walk towards the two of you and hear her soft gasp.

“Oh baby,” she breathes. She comes to stand in front of you and gently grabs your jaw in her hands. “My love, please tell me, who did this to you,” she begs softly. You shake your head, you don't want to burden anyone with this. This is your burden to bear and yours alone. You feel Z-dog slide her arms around your waist and she hugs you tightly against her front. She buries her face in your neck and you feel her lips on the pulse point. Walker presses her forehead against yours and nuzzles your nose with hers. You let your tears flow freely.

Suddenly there's a knock on the door and it opens before either of you can answer. Brown pokes his head in with Fike's head hanging comically beneath Brown's. "Why does it always take so long for women to get changed," Brown immediately complains. "What are you doing?" he immediately adds, confused.

Z-dog automatically takes a step towards the door to tell the two troublemakers to fuck off. But this causes the two to see your damaged back and their relaxed vibe immediately turns to shock, anger and Z sees the concern in their eyes.

Fike throws the door open and it hits the wall with a loud bang. “Who did this to you,” Brown snarls with an icy look in his eyes as he strides towards you with quick steps. Z-dog gives him a warning look so he doesn't make you more upset. Brown's gaze softens as Walker lets go of your face and he can see the tears on your cheeks, wiping them away with his thumbs. “Don't cry baby,” he whispers to you.

"COLONEL! JA! YOU HAVE TO COME HERE, NOW!" Fike exclaims, formalities and rank be damned. You hear several quick footsteps in the hallway and mentally prepare yourself to share your trauma.

"WHAT! IS SOMEONE HURT?!" Do you hear Ja, the medic calling. He bursts into the locker room and looks around in panic. The Colonel almost stands on his tail in a hurry to get into the locker room as well. You see the rest of your unit standing in the hallway and they almost fall over each other to see what's going on.

Suddenly you hear the most primal animal growl you've ever heard. Everyone looks at the colonel in shock, no one knew the Na'vi could make such sounds. “Who did this to you,” the colonel commands an answer. You just shake your head frantically and start crying harder. You squeeze your eyes shut and feel Walker hug you again. In the background you can also hear your lovers in the hallway growling and whispering to each other in shock.

Then you feel cold hands on your back and you jump into a defensive position. “Relax, it's me,” you hear Ja's soothing voice. You relax a bit and let Ja examine your back. "You can't see anything in this, can you?" you hear Prager ask. “This is not the body that suffered the wounds.” Ja nods absently. "Do you feel any pain anywhere?" he asks worriedly. You shake your head. “Darlin' you really gotta tell me who did this to you,” you hear the colonel say carefully.

You sigh, breaking Walker's hug, letting Brown wipe away your tears again and turning to your Colonel. Once you have taken a deep breath, begin your story. From your traumatic childhood, your father and his belt, the alcohol abuse and the experience of being homeless.

As you speak, you notice that your loved one is holding their breath and with every word you say, with every event you recount, they seem angrier and angrier.

When you have finally finished your story you will feel enormously relieved. "Lyle, find whoever is in charge here, we have another mission that needs to be done first." The Colonel says in a calm, icy voice. "Yes sir, what should I say when he asks where we are going?" Lyle asks, his tone similar to Quaritch's. "Earth, there are two people we need to hunt down."

You blink in surprise. ‘Well, shit’s about to go down.’

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PROPAGANDA

KATHERINA MINOLA (THE TAMING OF THE SHREW) (CW: Domestic Abuse)

1.) We had to read this for English my senior year. I got so mad at the way she’s treated. She’s the titular “shrew” of the play. She has to be married off before her younger sister can get married, because that makes sense.

Then the most dogshit man imaginable comes along, and everybody thinks they’re perfect. He literally gaslights her and denies her food and water.

Fuck Petruchio and Katherine Minola deserved better!

2.) Literally the whole play is about how she is so awful that the main guy needs to change her entire personality, which he does as a challenge not because he likes her, and then proceeds to her abuse her for the rest of the play. Yet, he is portrayed as the hero, not a villain and she is shown to have “improved” at the end. People will say, oh it’s open to interpretation, it can be played different ways, it’s satire, but i don’t find abuse funny and there is a distinct lack of commentary in the play to count as satire imo. Taming of the Shrew is a tragedy not a comedy, I will die on this hill. Kate deserves better!

3.) The title isn’t joking, ya’ll. She literally gets broken like a rebellious feral animal and it’s treated as a happy ending.

CORDELIA CHASE (BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER/ANGEL THE SERIES) (CW: Pregnancy)

1.) (downs an entire bottle of vodka and slams it back on the table) SO. CORDY. Cordy started off as a supporting character in Buffy the Vampire Slayer. At the start she was your typical high school mean girl character, but as the show went on we got to see more depth to her character: her insecurities, her courage, her capacity for incredible acts of kindness. Then after the third season she moved into the show’s spin off, Angel, where from the beginning she was basically the show’s secondary protagonist. Her and Angel were the two mainstays of the show’s main cast, she gets the most episodes centered on her out of all the characters aside from Angel (and yes, I’ve checked), and we really got to see her grow from a very shallow and self-centered and kind of mean person to a true hero who was prepared to give up any chance at a normal life to fight the good fight while still never losing the basic core of her character. There were some… questionable moments like the episode where she gets mystically pregnant with demon babies and things got a bit iffy like halfway through season 3 where the writers seemed to run out of ideas for what to do with her outside of sticking her in this romance drama/love triangle situation with the main character but overall, pretty good stuff right? THEN SEASON 4 HAPPENED. In season 4 she gets stripped of literally all agency and spends pretty much the entire season possessed by an evil higher power, and while possessed she sleeps with Angel’s teenage son (who BY THE WAY she had helped raise as a baby before he got speed-grown-up into a teenager it was a whole thing don’t worry about it) and gets pregnant with like. the physical manifestation of the higher power that’s possessing her. it’s about as bad and stupid as it sounds and also is like the third time cordy’s got mystically pregnant in this show and like the fourth mystical pregnancy storyline overall (you will be hearing more on that note in other submissions I’m so sorry). after giving birth she goes into a coma, in which she remains for the rest of season 4 and the first half of season 5. SPEAKING OF WHICH DON’T THINK SEASON 5 IS GETTING OFF SCOT FREE HERE. yeah so in season 5 the show just FULLY starts trying to erase cordy’s existence. she gets mentioned ONCE in the first episode and then never again until halfway through the season where she wakes up, helps out Angel for a bit and encourages him in his fight against evil, and then goes quietly into that good night and dies so it can be all sad and tragic. I’d call it the worst fridging of all time but even THAT feels generous because the whole point of fridging is killing off a female character so a man can be sad, and after Cordy dies basically no one’s even sad about it because the show immediately goes back to pretending she never existed. she is not mentioned ONCE in the two episodes after she dies. in the whole stretch of time between her death and the end of the season she gets mentioned exactly four times. again, I counted. anyway the fun twist to all of this is that all of this happened because the actress who played cordy got pregnant before season 4 and joss whedon was so pissed off about this affecting his plans for the show that he decided to completely fuck over her character and then fire her and write her out of the show. so cordy’s a victim of both writing AND real life misogyny!! good times!!

2.) OH SO MANY THINGS they menaced by giving her terrible hair cuts, making her seem like she’d get together with the guy she loves (and who loves her back) but instead she was killed and when she was brought back, she got possessed by an evil entity who used her body to give birth to itself. afterwards she was in a long coma and died. her character was so throughoutly assassinated

3.) She got demonically pregnant TWICE - there was this real sense of a womb/ability to get pregnant as like, a place for evil to get in. She got positioned as femme fatale and evil mother. The actress basically got fired for being pregnant, and when she agreed to come back for a single final episode she specifically said they could do anything but kill off the character. Guess what happened

#polls #round 5 #week 10 #new #cw domestic abuse #cw pregnancy

[mushroomnoodles]

this ask may sound fetishist but it ISNTT 💀💀💀 is just an ask about candy's body biology.

Can candy simon carry, idk sextuplets? and be alright? normal human body would struggle and have miscarriages or premature birth, also conditions like back pain or bad breathing in the mother. Would candy simon being just candy be able to experience the struggle of carrying or would he just do it normally?

do candy bodies have limits? like pregnancy it's taxing on the body –most when you pop baby after baby— judging by the fact that Betty and simon have like 7 children with apparently different ages, I'm gonna guess that is a maybe.

can candy simon experiment any miscarriage? maybe by a miscalculation of candy's witch beans idk.

this is a very good ask and i love these kinds of genuinely curious questions! makes me think. you're all good! tw/cw for non kink mpreg mentions and birth defect/miscarriage talk. also.. candy simon reproduction (since he's the only candy person even equipped to carry a child)

no, candy simon cannot carry sextuplets. that he would not survive. the way his body is now designed to work is to prioritize the growth of his unborn baby, which means his body uses its own sugars to grow the fetus. the most he could theoretically handle without some serious detriment to his health is triplets.

with, for example, quads, candy simon doesn't need to breathe, and he can't feel pain, but he would be extremely weak and low-energy, along with showing signs of malnourishment (and he would die, if candy witch didn't care for and monitor him closely. he would not be able to get up and feed himself.)

candy simon, as long as he is properly eating, can essentially go through pregnancy with minimal issues besides intense cravings (his body replacing the sugars) and mood swings. the weight of being pregnant is something he notices but it's a trivial issue that just makes it harder to manuever.

his organs are very simple (and don't entirely mirror a human's) and with each pregnancy candy witch keeps a close eye on his physical health. it helps that candy simon can just.. physically replace parts of himself with caramel. hell, it helps that candy simon is caramel- he's very sturdy and resilient, and easily mended. candy simon could get squashed and be fine.

like i said, his main (and pretty much only) danger is.. well.. giving too much of himself to his fetus. malnourishing himself.

candy simon's children are all at least a few years apart, and in between children candy simon is given enough time to physically recuperate (not that he needs much) he can keep going as long as he's healthy and in one piece.

and yes, candy simon can experience a miscarriage, but only by defect of candy witch's jelly beans. when eaten by a candy person, they're meant to sort of burrow through and "take root" in a place to grow. for candy simon, who is specifically now built for this, the bean will take root in his. er. candy womb, where it will begin taking sugars and other minerals needed to become a candy person.

if the jelly bean isn't produced properly or is "off," one of three things could happen:

the bean acts as a normal jelly bean and never "fruits"

the bean ceases growth shortly after implanting and is reabsorbed into his body

the bean continues development but creates a candy kid with defects/deformities

if, for some reason, his body did not absorb a partially grown, but failed, jelly bean, candy witch would remove it. she keeps tabs on his body once he eats a bean, so she knows if something's gone wrong with the pregnancy.

#a #cw mpreg #nothin but words #cw miscarriage #mushspeaks #headcanon posties

[k-evans-reads]

In Living Color

Chapter 10 - Part One

Summary: When Natalie Marton, lead character designer for Buzz Lightyear, meets the voice of Buzz, Chris Evans, the sparks are undeniable. But when their work pushes them away from each other, both physically and emotionally, will the sheer differences between their worlds be enough to force them apart?

Pairing: Chris Evans x Pixar Animator OFC Natalie Marton

Word Count: 7,000

By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour

We do NOT give permission for our works to be reuploaded, translated, or reposted on any other site. Our work is our own.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI. Smut.

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July 2021

Chris’ leg was bouncing anxiously as the private plane slowly rolled along the runway after landing in California. He didn’t know why he should be nervous, something which his younger brother had obnoxiously pointed out just moments earlier, he had no reason to be. But there was something in him that still felt anxious, that wondered what it would be like seeing Nat again. So much had happened since they’d been in person and although he knew just how much they’d grown closer, emotionally becoming so connected in his time away, his anxiety was trying to convince him otherwise. 

It didn’t help that he’d been building today up in his mind for months now, practically dreaming every day of how it’d go, what would happen, that now he was more nervous than he’d been in a long time for anything, but especially a date. She just was…. it for him, and the fact that she was that already, after only a few months of knowing each other and a few moments together, was reason enough for him to feel this way.  

But when Dodger jumped up from where he’d been laying at Chris’ feet as the flight attendant opened the door, Scott shot Chris a smile, more confident about the evening going well than Chris was, especially when Nat had asked if she could pick Chris up from the private airfield. With them going straight to the restaurant, Chris had come dressed for the evening, wearing his tight white tank top and a watercolor style patterned shirt that he knew Nat would love hanging unbuttoned on top. He wanted to look a little bit nicer, showing Nat he put effort into it, not having any interest in playing things cool. He was crazy about Nat and he wanted her to know it. 

That anxiety that was hanging at his heels was still ever present when he finally stood up behind Scott who grabbed his bags and Dodger’s leash, telling him, “Alright, I’ll drop Dodge and your shit at your house and then I’m headed home. Have fun tonight.” 

“Thanks Scott. I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” he promised, clapping his brother’s shoulder before he turned, taking one last glance around the cabin to make sure he had everything. 

Chris shoved his nervous hands into the pockets of his dark wash jeans and turned the opposite direction of Scott once they headed down the short stairs and onto the pavement. He glanced down at his phone, looking at the text again to see where Nat was parked but as he kept walking and lifted his head, he found that he didn’t have to look any farther to find his girl. 

She was just stepping out of the driver's seat of his Tesla and suddenly the past few months of being without her seemed to hit him hard. Every inch of him wanted her in every sense of the word. He wanted nothing more than to have her in his arms and commit that feeling to memory, never wanting to be without it again and luckily he didn’t have to much longer when Nat’s eyes landed on his, her entire face lighting up as she ran over to him in her black heels and practically leapt into his arms, showing him just how happy she was to be with him too. 

Chris closed his eyes as he held her off the ground, squeezing her tight and breathing in that fresh lavender scent of hers. He had missed this so badly, not getting hardly any of it before he’d left for Europe and he was determined to make up for it now. He didn’t even know how long they stood there, holding each other so tightly until Chris finally set her down on her feet and pulled back enough to see her face but only got to for a second before Nat was crashing her lips to his, reminding him that was the other thing he’d been missing. 

He kissed her for as long as she let him, pulling back when his lungs began to burn and rested his forehead against hers, pressing kisses to any skin he could reach as he whispered, “I fuckin’ missed you.” 

“I can’t believe you’re actually here,” she replied just as quietly, her hand moving through the hair at the back of his head. He’d gotten his hair cut by one of the hair stylists on set when filming wrapped last week, and while it was definitely shorter than he preferred – and what he secretly knew Nat liked – it was still a welcome change after looking like Lloyd for the last four months. 

“Finally,” he chuckled, moving his forehead off at hers and looking her up and down, holding her hand in his. Her little black dress was definitely a surprise, something he’d never seen Nat in before, but he fuckin’ loved it. “You look gorgeous, Nattie.” 

She shrugged, a cheeky smirk on her face as she squeezed his hand a few times. “I’ve got a date tonight so I wanted to dress up a little,” she mentioned nonchalantly. 

“You look fuckin’ amazing,” he muttered with a shake of his head, eyes taking in her slightly more dramatic than usual makeup and lingering on her purposely-messy updo. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you with your hair straight before.” 

She blushed and shrugged, admitting, “I only do it for special occasions.” 

“I’m glad I’m not the only one who thinks this is pretty fuckin’ special,” he laughed a little, grinning at her as they slowly began walking, hand-in-hand, to the car across the lot. “I’m so glad to be back with you, Nattie.” 

She leaned against his side as she confessed, “Me too.” 

Chris couldn’t help but stop them and reach out, letting a hand rest on her soft cheek as he looked down into those beautiful eyes he’d missed getting to see. There was so much unsaid in that moment, but it didn’t need to be because both of them were feeling the same thing and they knew it. He couldn’t help but lean down and kiss her once more, soaking in the taste of her kiss before pulling away with one little kiss to her forehead. 

“Just so you know…” Nat whispered as he pulled back from her forehead, a smirk on her red lips. “I like kissing you a lot better without the mustache.” 

Chris rolled his eyes, shaking his head as they began walking side by side again towards the car. “I can’t even make it to the fuckin’ car before you brought up the mustache!” He muttered playfully, but he felt the same.

“Well can you blame me? It was pretty awful,” Nat shrugged simply, smirking next to Chris as her heels clicked against the pavement.

“As promised, it was shaved before I came back to the states,” he reminded her, watching as she swung their hands back and forth a little, practically vibrating with excitement. “I just can’t believe you’re driving my Tesla. I never thought I’d see you behind the wheel of it, especially now that your car got recovered.” 

“As much as I love my car, I thought this might look a little better for a date than my Trooper that now has the paint scratched and the hubcaps missing thanks to my car thieves,” Nat sighed, and Chris nodded as he remembered the state it was found in, a few cities west of where it was stolen. They both had been relieved that it was relatively fine, but it was definitely due for some TLC in the shop soon.

“I’m just glad they found it though,” he whispered, but then smirked as his eyes moved up and down his girl again. “Although I think seeing you in my car is pretty sexy.” 

She shrugged, smirking as she agreed with a small laugh, “I am pretty good at sitting.” 

“Well get your cute ass in, I’ll drive,” he said as they got to the car, holding his hand out for the key fob.

But Nat bit her lip and looked at him with a smirk, and despite handing over the key, she murmured, “I don’t know if you should. I’m not sure you can keep your eyes on the road.” 

And Chris chuckled to himself, moving the fob between his fingers as he looked at her through his lashes, whispering, “I haven’t seen my girl in months and she picked me up looking sexy as fuck, so can you blame me?” 

He bit his lip as he saw the way she reacted to that simple rhetorical question, the deep blush that not only spread across her lips but also her chest, and then how she just nodded with pursed lips, dropping his hand.They both walked around the car, Chris chuckling to himself as he watched Nat easily open the door – something she’d struggled with only a few weeks ago – and they both slipped into the car without another word. He let out a sigh as the car automatically adjusted to his settings, the seat slipping back to accommodate his height and he looked over at Nat, smirking to himself as he felt nothing except a deep attraction to her. 

As he turned the car on Chris couldn’t help but reach over and rested his hand on her thigh, just needing that point of contact before he leaned his head against the seat, gazing at her while he told her softly, “I really missed you, Nattie.” 

He saw the tender look in her emotional eyes before she reached over to rest her hand on his cheek, rubbing her thumb against the smattering of prickly scruff before Nat connected their lips for their first unrestrained kiss, behind some semblance of closed doors and privacy, since seeing each other again. It just felt so good, not just the kiss but all of it. Having her back with him, feeling her touch, hearing that gorgeous laugh of hers, it all felt so perfect but what was even better to him was knowing that come tomorrow, he wasn’t going to have to leave like he’d done before. He was going to get her fully and nothing made him happier than that. 

He’d missed her. He’d missed her wild curls, the ones she barely seemed to have the time or patience to handle as the day progressed, before she resigned to her fate and just threw it up in a bun that was always somehow wilder and weirder than the last. He’d missed the faux-judgmental looks before she burst into laughter, shot at him from across the room or a conference table. He’d missed how she always succeeded in sneaking something that would make his trainer hate her into his meals, whether it was ice cream at lunch or copious amounts of carbs or cheese at dinner. He’d just missed her. Everything she did, everything she was, and everything she had become to him.

But when Chris felt her arms wrap around him and pressed her body into his the best she could from where they were in the car, he realized he’d missed that too. He couldn’t stop his hands from running up her side, tracing her figure until they slid around to her back and pressed her even closer to him. Suddenly she pulled away from him, confusing Chris and making his eyes open just in time to see her grabbing the edges of her black dress and pulling it up her thighs before she climbed across the center console and planted herself in his lap, knees on either side of his hips while her hands rubbed along his firm chest. 

His eyes were wide as he looked up at her, seeing the way she smirked as his head leaned back against the headrest to meet her eyes. And – not for the first time – he found himself in awe of her, of just how amazing and perfect she was, attracted to her in every sense of the word. Chris’ hands yet again reached out for her, pulling her body against his impossibly tight before their lips found one another’s again, their tongues tangling and soft sighs filling the car. He had dreamed of this for so long, wanting to remember what it was like to have his hands on her, rubbing down her back and groping at her ass the way they were right now. But none of his dreams matched up to how good it was to actually be feeling it, to be finally feeling her weight on his lap. 

Chris was so lost in her, so lost in the feeling of finally getting to kiss her that he had barely noticed her shifting in his lap until she started rolling her hips against him, making Chris need to pull away to take a long breath as he bit out a strained curse, leaning his head back against the headrest as she continued moving her hips against him. 

“Nattie, I thought I was taking you out for a nice dinner,” he ground out, his eyes flying close as she passed over him. 

But she smirked and leaned in, pressing her lips to his neck as he tucked a loose strand of hair back behind her ear. “Oh you still are, I’m starving,” she drawled. 

He gently moved her back to sit up, cringing a bit at just how…. enthusiastic he clearly was already. “I don’t think I have much room to really move here so maybe we do dinner first and then head home,” he suggested, his hand coming to rest on her arm as his thumb moved back and forth over the bare skin there, and he watched as she slipped out of his lap and moved back to her own seat. “I finally have time with you so I don’t want to rush it.” 

But Nat studied him for a few moments, eyes flicking between him and his pants before she asked, “What if I help you take the edge off now?” 

“...Are you bein’ serious?” 

She nodded and shrugged, a small smirk on her lips as her eyes watched him nod back quickly. It felt like a blur as she helped him unzip his pants and pulled him out of his briefs, and Chris’ eyes widened as she leaned down across the console, kneeling on her own seat to get closer to him. He watched from under his long eyelashes as Nat’s small hand wrapped around his base while her other hand ran along his length, her fingertips gently tracing the thick vein and making him harden in her hands. 

Chris was already on edge, leaning his head back against the headrest and taking in deep breaths through his nostrils while he muttered, “Fuck Nattie.” 

She chuckled, and the puff of air against him nearly made his hips jerk. “Just relax, baby,” she murmured to him unhelpfully. 

But how in the world could he do that? It was impossible to relax when he saw Nat’s red lips wrap around his tip and feel her warm mouth on him. Just the sensation of her tongue swirling around his tip was enough to make him want to die right then and there. He couldn’t believe this was happening, that he actually was here with her and that she was all his. 

It had been so long since they’d been together, and only once at that with that one time being so clouded with other emotions and uncertainty but this was different. They both knew how they felt and the emotional connection that they had months to build was stronger than anything he’d experienced before, but it only made it harder for him to hang on as she bobbed her head up and down. 

Chris reached out to cradle the back of her head with his hand, moaning obscenely and barely being able to open his eyes to look at her, knowing that would push him over the edge instantly. But he had to feel her, wanting to remind himself this was real and actually happening. His chest was heaving with his heavy breaths as she kept hollowing her cheeks and sucking him so perfectly and Chris let his hand run down her back as he grunted out from the particular way her hands fondled him. His hand kept following down the curve of her back and came to rest on the curve of her behind, just wanting to touch her as he focused on keeping his breathing in check. 

But the moment that Nat started sucking him harder and bobbing her head up and down faster and faster, his heart started pounding in his chest and he knew there was no way he was going to be able to hang on. He was panting heavily but managed to push out a “Nattie,” in an attempt to warn her that he was almost there but she just stayed put, keeping her tongue rubbing against him so perfectly until he couldn’t stand it anymore and finally spilled over his peak. 

His whole body went limp at the incredible release, melting into the seat as Nat only pulled off of him to swallow before she wrapped her lips back around his tip to gently suck him as his breathing caught back up to normal. Chris finally let his eyes flutter open when Nat finally sat back up and gave him such a soft smile that he was melting all over again. 

But she surprised him when she smirked suddenly, her eyes amused as she slowly pointed at him sheepishly and told Chris, “I think you’re going to want to wipe off your face.” 

Not understanding, Chris reached out to flip down the sunvisor where the mirror was put and he instantly burst into laughter at the sight of Nat’s dark red lipstick smudged all over his face. His loud laughter filled the car as Nat reached for her purse in the backseat and fished out a makeup wipe as she reached over to swipe it across his cheeks before moving to wipe off the lipstick that was smudged in other places other than just his face.  

Once they’d both settled – and shared more laughter – they’d buckled their seatbelts and Chris put the car in reverse, heading out of the airfield’s parking lot and towards the freeway, to the little Mexican restaurant, Chris letting out a tiny sigh of relief as he realized they still had time to make their dinner reservations. 

Chris was fairly quiet most of the car ride while Nat babbled on about the mishaps that had happened the past couple days at work featuring Mark and Jamie and the random antics they’d gotten into. He didn’t even really find himself paying that much attention to what she was saying, but just loved getting to finally be here in the car listening to her voice from right beside him rather than from the other end of a phone or blurry FaceTime call. 

But when they’d gotten tucked into a booth in the back corner of the restaurant, Chris couldn’t wait another moment to marvel, “God, I just missed you so fuckin’ much.” 

Her lips spread into a smirk as she huffed, barely looking at him from over the top of the menu as she mused, “I bet you did because I doubt Scott got you cheating on your diet and eating ice cream at lunch.” 

He shot her a look from across the small table, telling her, “I’m not sure that’s a bad thing.” 

“Might not be, but it’s also a lot less fun,” Nat simply shrugged as she put the menu down and reached for a chip from the bowl between them. 

Chris nodded, his eyes moving over the different fajita options. “If I could have ice cream for lunch and look like you do, I’d go for it too,” he murmured. 

“Yeah because you look so terrible,” Nat rolled her eyes but smirked when they caught each other’s gaze. 

Chris put his menu down on the table, smacking Nat’s hand away playfully as she tried to take a chip before he could. He smirked at her as he took some salsa too, and told her, “Hey, you’re the one that told me I did with that mustache.” 

“Yeah but that was all the mustache’s doing,” she rolled her eyes as she watched him eat, taking a chip of her own again as she reached for her water. “So are you happy to be done or is it sad when you wrap a project?” 

“A little of both. This one was fun, I mean you know I love the Russos but it felt like a whirlwind going from Prague to France and then Croatia so I’m ready for a break,” Chris shrugged, leaning back against the cushioned booth as he ran a hand over his face. “The past few days back home in Boston I just slept most of the time trying to get back on the right schedule.” 

Nat frowned as she listened to him, adding, “And now that you’re back in California you have to adjust again.” 

“It’s worth it though,” Chris grinned, but turned his attention quickly to the waiter as they came by to take their orders and drop off their drinks. 

Once they were alone again, she watched him as he took another chip.“Do you know how long you’re going to stay here?” She asked, voice a little more tentative than he’d expected from her.  Before he could reply, she rushed to add, “Will you be here until you have to go record in New York?” 

Chris nodded, remembering how they’d structured the process so he could record closer to Boston in the New York offices, but that was before everything changed and he had something here that made him want to stay in Los Angeles, for the first time in a long time. “I actually emailed Rob to see if I could switch it here instead,” he began slowly, knowing he hadn’t told her about that yet, but had been unable to help himself when the head of the recording department for the film sent over the drafted schedule for fall, putting him in the New York City a few days a week. “I just have a much better reason to be here than New York.” 

But she smirked around the straw of her lemonade then drawled, “Yeah because I bet the recording studio in New York doesn’t have a soft serve machine like we do here.” 

“Good point,” Chris chuckled, his smile growing wider at Nat’s laughter. After taking a sip from his soda, he settled back into the conversation, asking her, “So how is everything at work going?” 

“It’s been so busy. Good, but busy just trying to get everything for Lightyear on track. We had fallen behind with everyone just getting back into the routine after working from home so it slowed us down,” she explained, and Chris nodded even though he couldn’t imagine what it must’ve been like for her, trying to catch up on work in between everything in the last few months. “A bunch of us have been working weekends to get caught up and I think we’re back on track now.” 

He nodded, putting his soda back onto the table and told her, “Good because you’ve got plans this weekend.” 

Nat sighed, adjusting the thin strap on her dress from where it’d slipped off her shoulder and said, “Yeah, it’s just too bad they’re not with you.” 

“I fuckin’ missed you, Nattie,” he whispered, all but a pout on his lips at the stupid joke, but smirked when she laughed loudly at him. 

“I missed you too,” she replied just as quietly, slipping her hand across the table to hold his, and Chris felt thankful – not for the first time that night – that they weren’t in the view of other diners. “Oh, Heather and Alex said hi by the way.” 

He smiled at the mention of her sisters, but quickly shook his head. “I honestly can’t believe your family doesn’t hate my guts after what happened,” he murmured, shifting in the booth. “Have they stopped getting follow requests by now?” 

“Yeah it’s all died down,” Nat assured him, even though Chris had some doubts, especially when it came to her own accounts. “But trust me, they’re your biggest fans. Ever since you sent over dinner while you were filming when Heather was visiting me, she’s been on your side.” 

He blushed a little, meeting her eyes as he honestly told her, “If I would have known I could win them over that easily, I would have done it a lot sooner.” 

“Well you didn’t have a lot to compete with considering they hated my fiance by the end of our relationship,” Nat mentioned, rolling her eyes playfully. 

He watched her, almost feeling out how she felt before he slowly asked, “You can tell me to fuck off, but just how badly did things end between you two?” 

“Enough that it’s painfully awkward now at birthday parties,” she muttered, rolling her eyes for real this time. “He’s cousins with Alex’s husband.” 

Chris frowned and curiously asked, “Was he at your niece’s birthday party?” 

“Luckily no,” Nat informed him, and Chris felt some relief at that. “He’s working in Europe and is engaged to some girl there so he’s not really home anytime other than the holidays, so luckily Ella’s birthday only had good people at it.” 

Chris nodded, taking the cue to drop the conversation. It wasn’t exactly prime ‘first date’ subject material, so he turned to the one thing he knew would always bring a smile to her face and said, “I’m sure your family were happy to have you home for a little while.” 

“Yeah, it was really nice,” Nat nodded, shrugging a little with a small smile. “My dad was a little down because the day of Ella’s party was my mom’s birthday so I think it was nice for him to have us all together.”

Chris’ shoulders fell a little at the mention of her late mother, not realizing the significance of the weekend visit beyond Ella’s birthday. “I’m sure it wasn’t easy for any of you,” he whispered. 

“I don’t remember her at all so it’s a lot different for me than it is for anyone else,” Nat admitted, surprising Chris a little until he remembered how young Nat had been when everything happened – only two years old. “But all things considered I think my dad had a really good weekend. He seemed pretty happy.” 

Chris nodded, glancing down at his lap before he added, “Until I sent his daughter home in tears from being an ass.” 

“Well, my dad was actually the one who told me to call you after everything happened.” 

Chris looked back up at her, shocked as he asked, “Was he really?” 

“Yeah, he said that I was in too deep for you to not call you back, and that he saw the way you looked at me when he was visiting so he knew that you cared about me,” she laughed, and he couldn’t help but laugh at how obviously hilarious she now found it all. 

“He’s certainly right about that,” Chris agreed, unable to tear his eyes off the woman in front of him.

Chris only got the chance to see her beautiful smile for a moment until the waiter pulled his attention away when he brought the foot and set it down on the table in front of them. As they dug in and started eating, Chris realized even more than he had the past few months that he had fallen completely head over heels for Nat. Throughout the entire meal, neither could make it more than a few minutes without hysterically laughing at something the other said before they’d fall right back into their easy conversation. Nat’s easy charisma and authenticity had him hanging on to her every word, loving her comically expressive face and ability to put anyone around her at ease, specifically him. There didn’t seem to be a moment that he was with her that he wasn’t smiling. 

She had polished off her entire meal before she curled her legs underneath her in the booth, hands waving wildly as she regaled a tale from the day before featuring her somehow landing in one of the perfectly landscaped bushes at the Disney campus which made Chris slap a hand to his chest, eyes squinted up as he tipped back and sputtered with loud laughter, “How the fuck does this stuff happen to you?” 

“That’s the same thing the Head of Animation asked me when I showed up to the meeting with leaves still stuck in my hair,” Nat laughed loudly, her cheeks bright red as he shook his head at her. 

And that was how their dinner ended – loud laughter and unbelievable stories, following them back into his car as they headed toward Chris’ house in Laurel Canyon. It felt almost surreal that he was actually here with Nat. It had been over two long months since he had her back in person and there was so much that so easily fell back into place but also so much that somehow felt… different. He’d never had a relationship like this, that he’d been pulled away before things had a chance to naturally evolve. With them having spent that one night together right before he left, and the uncertainty that had followed, they never had a chance to actually be together with all their emotions out in the open. 

They had been forced to be away from each other, but the more Chris thought about it, the more he realized how much closer it had helped them grow and connect emotionally. They both had to make a choice to put effort into it, it wasn’t something that had just fallen in his lap or been convenient like many other of his relationships had been. This was one both he and Nat had to work for and the emotional closeness that had sprung from that was something he hadn’t felt with most girlfriends during the entire course of their relationship, let alone so early on and without hardly any face to face. 

But this was different and Chris knew it. 

Every bit of him wanted her. He wanted all the sensitivity, laughter, friendship, and chaos that came with her. But there was another way in which he wanted her and hadn’t been able to have but by the way that Nat’s hands were wrapping around his waist as she curled herself against his body as they walked up to his front door, he knew that she wanted him too. 

He had barely gotten the door closed behind him before he was slipping his arms around her waist and pulling up against her to kiss her deeply. Instantly her hands were grasping at his neck, pulling him even tighter as she kissed him back fervently. It was almost funny as he thought back to the last time a few months ago when they were in this exact spot, kissing by the front door but this time was so different. No uncertainty. No lingering question. No urgency. This time, there was only longing and desire.

The pair stumbled over to the couch, never hardly breaking their kiss until Chris ungracefully plopped on the couch while pulling Nat’s hips down to follow him. Just as she had done in the car, he watched as she pulled the hem of her dress up dangerously high on her thighs before straddling his hips and sitting down in his lap, only resulting in getting him more worked up than he already was. His arms wrapped around her hips, pulling her impossibly tighter against him and Nat rubbed her body against his as she kissed her way up his neck before bringing her lips back to his for a kiss which he had decided he’d gone much too long without. 

There was nothing about her that didn’t attract him and he could feel just how turned on for her that he was with every little roll of her hips into him. But he had only gotten to have this one time before. Only got to feel her and look at her one time and he knew that just wasn’t enough. Chris started sucking at her bottom lip, earning some of those breathy sighs from her before his hands slipped down and found the hem of her dress, dipping his hands under it and started pulling upward to bring the fabric to bunch at her waist. When his big hands moved back down, he was so thankful for the skimpy thong she’d worn, allowing his hands to feel her round cheeks in his hands that he kneaded and squeezed, causing her to moan with each one. 

He felt completely drunk on her, every sigh and gasp something he wanted to memorize. It felt so good just having her weight in his lap, getting to have his hands on her and getting to feel the touch of her hands rubbing along his chest. But he wanted more. Chris tried to restrain himself the best he could, just enjoying their profuse kissing and he certainly did, but after a while his hands traveled up to find that tiny zipper on her dress and slowly dragged it down. His blue eyes saw those tiny straps fall from her shoulders and with the fabric now loose, Nat pulled back from him and let Chris grab the fabric that was pushed up around her waist and pulled it over her head, tossing it to the floor and leaving her in nothing but that tiny thong and that certainly was a sight that had him growling. 

He brought his hands around her smooth back, tipping her back slightly in his lap so he could fully look at her, his eyes taking in every inch before landing on her face as she smiled at him, instantly making him feel weak. Chris couldn’t help but lean in to kiss her before his lips started trailing down, littering kisses all over her neck and the top of her bare chest, muttering, “Still can’t get over how fuckin’ gorgeous you are.” 

And he swore he could practically feel her melt in his arms at just that one simple phrase that only urged him to go on. Those little sighs kept spilling out of her lips as he covered every inch of her chest in kisses before his mouth wrapped around one of her perky nipples, sucking softly while he kept one arm around her to hold her up and the other to gently grope at her other soft breast. He took his time there, alternating between each one but by the time he was about to finish, he heard Nat’s voice whine, “Chris…” 

“Hmm?” He muttered against her skin, knowing that he’d never get tired of this… tired of her. 

“I want you, baby,” she purred, hearing her little term of endearment for him only adding to his desire for her. 

And as if to prove her point, she rolled her hips down onto his hard manhood still confined in his jeans. But who was he to deny her what she wanted? What good was he doing her if he couldn’t fulfill her every desire in this moment – and not to mention his own. Chris pulled her tighter against him, hooking both his arms around her waist and stood up holding her effortlessly. Nat just snaked her arms around his neck, nuzzling her face into his neck and kissing his skin sweetly while her legs wrapped around him, clinging to him in a way that was driving him crazy as he walked down the hallway, thankful Dodger was too occupied by the food in his bowl to pay them any attention. 

Chris pushed the door to his bedroom open with his foot and then back closed again before finding the bed and gently laying her down. He pulled off every bit of his clothing in record time, freeing him from his constraints, grabbing a condom before he stalked over to the bed, weak at the sight of Nat nearly naked and wanting him. When he reached the bed, Chris ran both of his hands up her long legs before letting one hand dip between her thighs to feel her over the wet fabric of her skimpy thong. 

“God, Nattie you’re so wet for me, honey,” he groaned, his eyes nearly falling shut as he ran his fingers over her. 

“I want you so fucking bad,” Nat admitted, her voice breaking a little as her eyes met his. “I missed you, Chris.” 

“I know, I missed you too,” he whispered, giving a small half-smile. “But this time I don’t have to leave you.” 

She smirked, her head falling against the overstuffed pillows as she confessed, “I like the sound of that.” 

Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to her thigh before hooking his fingers in the waistband and peeled off that last bit of fabric separating them and he nearly moaned when he saw Nat spreading her legs for him. He was ready to kneel down, eager to taste her, but felt a hand on his shoulder. Chris looked up at her, seeing that beautiful face propped up by one of the white pillows and there was nothing but tenderness in her eyes as she said, “Baby, I just want to feel you.” 

“You sure?” 

“Please,” she whimpered. 

With her instruction, Chris nodded softly, knowing he’d get plenty of time in the future to have his face buried between her thighs. He made his way up the bed and got between her legs, but first laid himself down, pressing his chest against hers and kissed her deeply. It felt as if so much was being said with that one kiss and he knew it was. He knew without a doubt that he was in love with her, he’d known it from the minute his eyes landed on her earlier that evening, and in his heart he’d known it for a little longer than that even. It was undeniable, and although he wanted to wait for the right moment to say it to her, he knew that he felt it and felt it deeply. 

It’s what made pushing his length deep into her feeling a million times better. This was an act of the two of them showing each other all that they felt, and what they felt was honest and true. He swore he could have hit his peak right then and there with that initial stretch just from feeling how tightly Nat was gripping on her shoulders and how loud she was crying out for him. It felt so incredible to be tucked inside those velvety walls, Nat squeezing him just right. 

His hands were on either side of her, caging Nat in as his hips found a good rhythm, pulling out and snapping back in perfectly. Nat wrapped her legs lazily around his hips, opening herself up farther and pulling him in. Chris would be lying if he said he hadn’t dreamed of this, what it would be like when they were finally back together again but the best part of this was that it was so much better than he even could have imagined. 

It was so hard for him to hang on and draw this out, but by the way that Nat was arching her back and grabbing at his shoulders while she moaned loudly, he knew that he wasn’t the only one. He was grunting and moaning himself, loving the feel of every snap of his hips, but when Nat brought a hand up to run through her now messy hair as her eyes closed, he knew she was close and brought his thumb to rub at her sensitive button to help get her over the top.

He bit his lower lip, his forehead creasing with the exertion as he muttered, “C’mon Nattie, I know you’re right there.” 

“Chris,” she moaned, a hand landing on his shoulder, clinging to the muscle there. “Baby, you feel so good.” 

“So do you, Nattie. So fuckin’ good,” he chanted. “Just let go for me, honey.” 

Her chest was heaving with her pants as he rubbed those tight circles and kept his hips hitting her deep and causing Nat to be unable to hold on, her hands grasping at those broad shoulders tightly as her whole body went rigid. She felt how tightly her walls were gripping him, making Chris let out an obscene moan right before Nat cried out as she hit her peak and just as promised, Chris just stared down at her face, wanting to memorize that look. 

It only took him a few more labored thrust to get him spilling out and moaning her name, but as his moans turned to heavy breaths, he couldn’t will himself to pull out of her, just wanting to stay fully connected for another moment. It didn’t take long for his lips to find hers, slowly kissing her as they drifted back to reality. 

But somehow Nat felt as if this was anything but reality. She was back here with Chris, finally getting to be together in person, able to talk without barriers or shitty cell reception, touch one another, and just enjoy the other’s presence. It was something they had gone much too long without and were going to enjoy every second of from here on out, determined to make this last as long as she could manage. She was hopelessly attached to him, in every way, and she only hoped he felt the same. 

A/N: They're reunited! We hope you all enjoyed their homecoming! We can't wait to hear your thoughts, and we'll be back with part two on Thursday!

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[inchidentally]

please tell me your parasocial theory about the lando effect on his teammates i'll shrivel up like a raisin without it actually

god. I'm gonna try and keep this coherent and not TOO weird. obv this is completely without knowing any of these people personally and it's just me theorizing for fun without any actual private knowledge etc etc !

(I've had to edit the hell out of this bc I don't want to like outright offend anyone since this isn't meant to be super serious at all but I'm mortified at how long it is anyway lol)

so we all know that Lando has always had the whole main character fairytale prince/princess quality that started from taking so incredibly long to finally grow up right up to his version of grown up vacillating between devastating fuckboy to coquette fetish sweetheart. and we all know that Lando is fully aware of how he looks and how he's perceived bc of visible social media presence and interactions and also just being around mirrors. he's stunning and charismatic because he makes no effort to be and there is an aura of destiny and magic around him with whatever he does. but he's always seemed like someone who needs to know what exactly he means to his close friends, mainly guys. in a way that's almost like 'yeah you have a girlfriend but does she accept that I'm ✧Me✧ and not just a Normal Blokey Friend?' or 'will your friends accept that I'm ✧Me✧ or will I have to put up a front?'

the reason Lando's so magnetic to people is because he's a ✧Me✧ but also because he's a ✧Me✧ while being a guy which guys aren't usually secure enough to be ✧Me✧. a lot of guys dress up or play up acting like one but Lando's authentically a ✧Me✧ and not to be classed with guys who are Normal Bloke or Normal Friend. they are very very rare.

to expand on this further and because I have insomnia let's take a walk through our perceptions and occasional facts of fandom observation over the years...

I feel like somewhere in the process of his first few years of F1 Lando went from awkward paddock baby who was probably a fall risk to realizing how incredibly adorable he still was even as a pro racing driver. he was literally everybody's baby (and honestly still kinda is). he was thrown into F1 so young it's not surprising.

I am a diehard carlando fan here so please understand that I'm switching to speaking in real life and not fandom terms (and I prefer fandom terms lol) real life Carlos is 100% hetero to me. my family and friend group are sort of UN levels of diverse and what seems like fruityness in non-American or sometimes non-British men is completely standard for straight dudes outside those countries. straight euro guys in particular flirt and get physical with their bros one way and then have an entirely different type of flirting and physicality with women they're attracted to. I don't think this is the case with Carlos at all but a LOT of these euro dudes can even compartmentalize so well that they're actually homophobic while fully kissing and cuddling with their friends. like I say Carlos doesn't seem at all homophobic but there have definitely been tiny, subtle moments with other drivers or during social media challenges where he's been like 'okay that's far enough for me'. which imo is him drawing boundaries and is totally fair.

AND YET WITH LANDO? Carlos has had a verrrrry hard time classifying Lando up until recently I think. for a while after signing to McLaren it was clear he viewed himself as protector and big brother/uncle to a very skittish and weird child/toddler/pet. then when Lando started to build his F1 personality around Carlos and was able to do some give and take with him, Carlos started to see Lando as a fun little satellite buddy and we got some of their silliest most adorable moments (the squawk laughing and the horseplay etc). but Carlos very much still viewed himself as the superior and Lando was just happy to have someone patient and considerate of him rather than a serious competitor.

to me Carlos and everyone else in F1 shifted how he saw Lando around the time of Daniel showing up on the scene (and Carlos' shock at how upset Lando was when he went to Ferrari). Lando got a LOT more confidence on and off the track from here on and he absolutely saw Daniel as a competitor and gave as good as he got off track too (in a fun way). he was never a satellite of Daniel's like he was with Carlos. he also physically started to grow and appreciate his own beauty and sexuality (not as in his identity but his effect on others sexually). he started dressing more consciously and mixing flirting with cuteness to win people over and play the media. youtuber/streamer Lando began to merge with F1 paddock darling Lando into something new between having Carlos and Daniel as teammates.

I can just tell you right now that a dude like Carlos would have ABsolutely no idea how to classify what Lando was becoming at that point in terms of their friendship. Lando was too pretty and still too small to be considered a Dude and apart from on the race track Lando doesn't have the natural douche-ness of Dudes. but Lando also had an active sex life and women were already crazy for him so he wasn't a child anymore either. since F1 drivers literally for bodily safety reasons can only identify as straight Carlos couldn't even class Lando as a rainbow guy.

personally I think that's when Carlos elevated Lando to Hot Bitch/Great Dude status. Lando can still take roughhousing and stupid jokes but he's also got this intense genderfluid glow that poor straight man brain have a tough time with. so Lando's this still confusing hybrid but one that Carlos accepts and loves.

in such a short time Lando went from notice me senpai over Carlos as a teenager on twitter to showing off how they exclusively hang out outside race weekends and he can breeze into the Ferrari garage like he owns the place. one teammate down :)

obv this whole time Lando has had Max F in his life and I think they've known for a long time that they're the sort of best friends who are also common law married. their gfs have always seemed really good natured about it. (**this will be relevant when Oscar comes up later) before Carlos, Max was very clearly the stronger public personality Lando had latched onto as a kid and stayed that way until about 2020/2021. since then I feel like Max is watching Lando in a kind of proud wiping away a tear and claiming that it's raining way. he was down before he probably knew it :)

honestly I'm not a big fan of Daniel Ricciardo for specific reasons and I've chosen to just edit out what I'd written about him and Lando since I truly don't want to piss anyone off over this pointless post lol. it's enough to say that for all Daniel's cockiness making gay jokes etc I get a lot of joy from the fact that Lando has ended up combining Lewis Hamilton-gender norms are for losers attitude with his own genuine rising stature as a future WDC and basically blew Daniel out of the water in every way. they're absolutely still good buddies but damn, Hot Bitch Lando had Daniel stuttering and staring with how little effort it took for Lando to outshine him, on and off the track. Daniel is usually the one in charge of his F1 relationships but Lando got him fucked. up. and begging.

another teammate down :)

do I even need to go into detail about Oscar . we know so incredibly little about Oscar's real personality yet we fully know that he's been replying to Lando's tweets and watching Lando's content since boarding school in the UK. you can take a tour of just the McLaren youtube content from the 2023 unboxing onward and watch Oscar go from dazed and stumbling over himself to not look a tool in front of Lando to Prema-era humor Oscar being able to banter with Lando.

here's what's different with the Lando/Oscar friendship tho. Oscar came in weirdly grown up for his age bc he'd left home so young and went from boarding school to being set up in his own flat by Mahk Wibbah. he already had a long term girlfriend and after waiting a year for his driver's seat he'd made the extremely ballsy move to publicly decide his own fate in F1. Lando was probably expecting to have a typical rookie on his hands but instead he got someone who's already more emotionally mature and responsible than Lando's other two teammates combined. then Oscar is so incredibly talented that he's pushed Lando to such a massive new level that P3 and P2 and (currently) 4th in the WDC are already losing a bit of their shine. Lando wants the whole thing and in a way he never has up til now. Oscar is a not insignificant part of that.

Lando suddenly has an equal! their age difference is negligible and their competitive level is the same. the fact that Oscar's racing mentality is so vastly different to Lando's is perfect because there'll never be a Lewis/Nico situation. Lando needs to stay within his own head to a certain degree for race weekends and Oscar looks forward to his next opportunity as soon as he's done with one. Oscar even has a much more laid back Max F style sense of humor which means Lando doesn't have to play up and perform as much as he used to for social media shit.

then there was the awful start to the season followed by Lando definitely being shook up by how hot Oscar came in as a rookie. AND YET Oscar has always gone out of his way to celebrate Lando's successes literally no matter how his own performance went. he's never once opted to peace out until needed for media or pictures (or straight up left) after a DNF or finishing poorly. there's this moment from the Dutch GP that breaks my idiot fandom brain bc Lando had just qualified second and Oscar (Q8) is shaking his hand and congratulating him and. idk it feels like one of those 'oh!' moments where Lando realizes Oscar is rooting for him even when they're competing and it's not a one-off nice gesture or bare minimum effort

(which honestly that bare minimum is totally fair in racing and I don't judge drivers who need to lick their wounds, it can take a lot to come out of that adrenaline mindset and be happy for your teammate who is also your competitor).

and that's the thing, Oscar came in already won over by Lando. he simply expects them both to do their jobs well and whatever Lando has to offer outside that is cool with him because Lando is ✧Lando✧. if Lando wants to bring him more into his non-F1 life at some point that would probably be great but Oscar's also got his own stable non-F1 life so it's fine either way! if Lando has other commitments and Oscar needs to step up more with the team then that's fine! I know I've been superlative with this post but like, Lando never needed/needs to do anything at all for Oscar to like him and accept him and root for him. Oscar clearly doesn't feel the need to prove anything to Lando or force the relationship. everyone else is dazzled by Lando or watched him/helped him grow up but Oscar just really Finds Lando Neat and Wants to Be Around Him. he seems to like being bossed around by Lando but he also likes when Lando is being really cool and when Lando is quiet and moody he just waits until Lando wants to be around people again. he's like a cat that proves their devotion to you by remaining in proximity rather than meowing or shoving their face in yours.

so like, part of me feels like Lando saw his new teammate having this whole life(**girlfriend?? but does she accept me as ✧Me✧?) already before even meeting Lando and had no idea how they'd develop a relationship. both Carlos and Daniel had (and still have) very bachelor style lives where a relationship with the current teammate is top priority and everyone else in their life has to deal. work comes first, then work friends, then everything else until the babies are made.

but then Oscar just shows up all content with his grown up life and smiles at Lando all the time and doesn't take anything for granted and respects Lando's space within F1 and McLaren and never complains even about doing things he doesn't like and Lando's like oh! I've already got this one down for the count and I didn't even do anything! nice :)

anyway thank you for asking and I hope this was remotely worth reading aakfgsjgfjgafagla

#crafoiv #this is insane but I hope it partly makes sense #mine #ln lore #inchreplies #inchidentallyanessay #for reference #inch gets weird

[pinkandpurple360]

I’m on a “recently turned bachelor Fizz fosters recently turned heiress without fit parents, Octavia”

hit right now I just feel like their opposite personalities are too too funny—she needs a new updated Gay Dad 2.0 built without emotional torment, self pity, constant lying and bullshit

I had the idea that somehow some way Stolas had become petrified to stone, as did Stella and Andrealphus. The de-petrification process takes roughly 100 years but Via thinks with enough practice she can reverse its effects. For now he is kept safe in the family garden amongst the plants he adores. Oz has kept Stella and Andre in storage in the freezer room. Asmodeus as leader to the Goetia has given permission for Octavia to be relieved of her duties until her studies are fully complete, while his scorned ex Fizzarolli (according to public image they are married and their ‘fizzarozzie’ ship is extremely profitable and marketable) is trying to see how the other half lives and to find himself and the truth about what happened after the fire, before he can decide whether to accept Ozzies offer of becoming the immortal queen of lust. (He won’t, but he’s keeping the ring. It’s 20 carat gold and the crystal is too handy for quick and on the go outfit changes)

Harvest Moon Festival where Fizz presents to the audience while Via hides behind him and tries to use the magic and every time it fails he has to find a way to stall with jokes

Fizz letting Via hold Precious when she feels anxious, eventually letting her keep Precious. Just. Fizz using his gentle nature and his grounding techniques to help someone else with anxiety is important to me. He also subtly recognises she’s autistic and gifts her noise cancelling headphones which she rudely uses to ignore him when he has very important things to say about vitamins and the value of getting in the sunlight

They both have plans to overthrow the Goetia monarchy and Mammons empire but Fizz keeps breaking into song can he stay on topic for five seconds.

Most people think he protects her from danger and in some ways he does but she’s usually protecting him from danger like muggers, falling anvils, or the fucking microwave oven

He asks if she’d like him to braid her hair and she says “my hair is feathers.” “Ah.”

She clung to him because he’s the only face left that she associates with being happy, with having the dad she used to know back, and her mom. He can’t say no to someone so small and so in need of help but is also scared he’ll end up like a mammon to her, so insists she knows he’s not her hero she can be her own hero.

Octavia, hugging him: Can I…stay with you? My parents are (sobs) I…don’t have anyone I can trust…no grown ups will be honest with me, you were the only person who made me feel happy and at home all my life.

Fizz, shaking like a cat, existential crisis, hands in air not wanting to make physical contact: I er uh um there there small child woman um?? Parenthood uh??? (He looks at Blitz for help) Listen sweetie you can’t just expect me to-

Via, tensing up and terrified when Blitz comes closer: NO!! Go away!! Keep that guy far away from me! He ruined my life!

Fizz now cradles her close to him and glares at B: OH so it looks like you’ve traumatised yet another child? What did you do now. Disgrace!! Don’t ever talk to me or my daughter ever again…uh what did you say your name was kid?

Octavia, happily smiling now she knows Fizz hates him too: Via

Fizz: My daughter Olivia!!

Octavia: Uh it’s Oct—never mind

Blitzo: YOUR WHAT? Fizz! You can’t just adopt this kid off the street like some kind of hero, she’s a royal demon, she’s practically an adult! she’s 17

Loona:

Blitz:

Blitz: That’s different.

Fizz, helping her leave: Cmon kid, I’ll rent an apartment for you. Hell even the entire building. And I’ll stay right down the hall. Not too close not too far. We can even stay in the pride ring if you want.

#helluva boss #fizzarolli #Octavia #Beetlejuice reference but it’s an actually nice gay clown and a goth lesbian daughter