#I WISH SHE WAS ME WHAAAAT

[m-ete0ra]

🪷Floral Confessions🪷

Lots of love to @cold-soba! Super sweetheart! Super patient and just a overall great person to talk to! And a SUPER cute oc to draw <3

I hope we can work together once again in the future!

[itzpookiepooh]

Hey girly! So I had this silly idea of the LaDs guys reacting to the MC having a really close bsf and he sees them acting reeeeeeal fruity with each other (coming from a someone that goes leans to my bsf and makes a kissing sound) <3 lots of love

Ah yes the traditional fruity tootie behavior with the bestie now this I can ace! 🤫

Piece of That

Caleb was in the living room since he came to visit from sky haven however little did he know your childhood best friend, Akasha, was going to be there. They both often fought about who was your favorite. Once you guys were together you were inseparable. You got up to go to the bathroom and a few moments later she followed.

All Caleb heard was, “Peeing all by yourself beautiful?” Before he got up and dragged her away from the bathroom. You barked out laughter before the door shut.

“Whaaaat? I was just joking!” Akasha whines as she’s being dragged away by her shirt.

“I’m going out with Alana today.” You informed him as he got ready for work. He nodded to let you know he was listening and you both walked to the door.

“My love. I have once again caught you with your secret lover.” Alana dramatically says as the door swings open. You gasp as if you were caught making Zayne’s head snap to you.

“My love please it’s not what you think!” Your knees buckle as you clutch your shirt. Alana turns away from you, hurt evident in her features.

“You have cheated on me countless times how will I survive?!” Alana wails clinging to you. Zayne was so confused as to what was happening right now and he would be late finding out.

“You’ll always be my number one.” You say dramatically as Alana sniffs. “Promise me with a kiss.” She puckers her lips.

Zayne nips Alana with his evol making her squeal, “Zayne! You’re no fun!”

“Refrain from kissing my girlfriend please.” He says before kissing you goodbye.

Sylus enjoyed how dramatic you and Enid were together. It was like endless entertainment for him. Now when she invited you out and they both watched you come out in an amazing outfit. Sylus and Enid clapped and Sylus complimented you as usual.

“I wish I was a man so I could treat you right.” Enid groans making Sylus swing his head in her direction.

“What are you implying?” He sounds offended as his hands fall to his knees.

“Oh nothing you’re great Sylus.” She shrugs before cooing over you once more. Sylus just stares at her as if she grew two heads.

Rafayel was a jealous lover, duh. He hated when your best friend Aurora came over. She was always touching on you and flirting with you. He was starting to think he was the third wheel. So you guys were dancing while he was in the other room working on an art piece.

“Have you seen my—“ He looked up to see you guys dancing, sure. However, she was smacking your butt.

“Do my eyes deceive me?” He genuinely asks making you both slowly stop laughing and stand up.

“Rafayel.” Aurora says out of breath as you wave. “You’re cheating on me. AGAIN!” He shouts making Aurora chuckle.

“Rafayel I’d never!” You try to explain making him cross his arms and turn around. You tried to convince him while Aurora teased him the whole time.

Poor Xavier never really knows how to react to you and your best friend flirting with each other. He’s always left confused or stunned. So when Blair came over to hang out he knew he was in for a long day.

“Your boobs look great in that shirt.” Blair commented as she sashays over to you.

“Do they? I just bought this.” You looked down at your shirt. “Mhm…” She looked at you mischievously before ‘hugging’ you. It was all to lay on your chest.

“So soft.” She whines making you burst out laughing. Xavier snatches you away and pulls you into his chest while he glares at Blair.

“Come on Xavier! You have her everyday!” Blair pouts making Xavier roll his eyes.

“I don’t have to share her with you.” He tells her hugging you tighter as they argued over who has you more

I liked doing this ngl 🙂‍↕️

[moonlight-records]

Fallin' in love | FC43 (SM!AU)

pairing: norris!reader x fc34

summary: a glimpse into the relationship between williams newest rookie and lando's younger sister during the best time of the year

warning: nothing

fc: n/a!

a/n: please take this in honor of spooky season. oh i also made a ko-fi if you want to support me!

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yourusername 👹🎃👹🎃👹🎃

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user1 CUTE CUTE CUUUUUTE

user2 ugh yes love a good pumpkin patch!!

user3 the lights. the pumpkin. the vibes. 🥺

landonorris bring me back a pumpkin!!

↳ ynorris ugh, fine i guess ↳ landonorris thank you. at least someone loves me ↳ carlossainz55 we are right here ↳ oscarpiastri yeah, babe wtf.

user4 i just know this photo dump bout to go HARD

user5 WHAT ARE THE HALLOWEEN COSTUMES??? 🗣️🗣️🗣️

francolapinto ah yes, right before disaster strikes

↳ landonorris yeah like how she should've left your ass ❤️ ↳ ynorris LANDO ↳ francolapinto no no i agree. ↳ ynorris babe ↳ landonorris see! for once we agree! ↳ francolapinto but amor, if you had left me it would've meant that your dear brother and i would have more time to bond ↳ ynorris omg you're so right babe ↳ landonorris I DID NOT AGREE TO THIS??

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francolapinto 0/10. would not recommend. horrible experience.

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user6 ZOMBIE FARMS??? nah im good

user7 wtf that looks like sm fun??

landonorris oh you made it out...

francolapinto barely, but i did it! 😌 landonorris gross. ynorris LANDO. landonorris i mean, yay... ynorris even took a jump scare for me, my hero 🥰

user8 the way i would've cried

user9 please tell me theres a video somewhere of this--PLEASE

carlossainz55 where was this so i know where NOT to go

↳ landonorris BABE PLS PLS PLS PLS ↳ oscarpiastri it looks kind of fun ↳ carlossaainz55 absolutely NOT ↳ ynorris pfttt i'll text you the address to avoid it ↳ carlossainz55 thank you.

ynorris franco had a great time, everyone he's lying

↳ francolapinto i did not have a great time

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francolapinto we always have a hauntingly good time together

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user10 god bless his looks because that was lando level horrible puns smhhhh

user11 boy PLEASE 😭😭😭

user12 someone get y/n to start proofreading all his captions im bEGGING

oscarpiastri boooooo

↳ francolapinto i made this while drunk please forgive me ↳ carlossainz55 that somehow makes it worse ↳ landonorris...it wasn't that bad ↳ ynorris 👀👀👀

user13 ooooh spooky 👻👻👻

user14 how lando wishes franco was ever since he started dating y/n 😭😭

landonorris where are your sunglasses?

↳ francolapinto lost them ↳ landonorris ...I guess i can lend you a pair. BUT I need them back ↳ francolapinto really?! ↳ landonorris don't let it get to your head ↳ ynorris thank you big bro ☺️ ↳ landonorris you're welcome

user15 LFGGGGGGG

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ynorris bar at 9 and club at 10

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user16 god to be going out tonight 😩

user17 I KNOW THAT GHOST GOT MOOOVES!!! 👻🪩

yourbestfriend SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS

↳ ynorris EVERYBODY!!! ↳ yourbestfriend LFG!!!!

user18 Y/N and all her twins fr fr

user19 i just know they're playing bangers rn

carlossainz55 you didn't say you were going to a club!

↳ ynorris oh, i didn't?? ↳ carlossains55 NO ↳ ynorris oh...whoops? 😬 ↳ carlossainz55 YN!! ↳ ynorris gotta go!

landonorris ANSWER MY DAMN MESSAGES

↳ ynorris WHAAAAT ↳ landonorris DO YOU NEED A RIDE HOME?? ↳ ynorris NO. WE HAVE A RIDE ↳ landonorris YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL BOUT UBER ↳ francolapinto i'm giving her and the girls a ride home! i've been the guard dog all night!! ↳ landonorris ..thank you Franco. ↳ francolapinto you're welcome! ☺️

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francolapinto the spookiest day deserves an even spookier night with a double date

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charles_leclerc where was my invite?

↳ ynorris next time?? ↳ charles_leclerc RUDE!!!

oscarpiastri who took the ghost arm before me??

↳ ynorris not me ↳francolapinto i was fighting carlos for a blood bag ↳landonorris BABE IM SORRY THERE'S A SECOND ARM ↳ oscarpiastri the BETRAYAL!

carlossainz55 do we really have to watch this movie? can we not watch something else?

↳ ynorris stfu you scaredy cat ↳ carlossainz55 I AM NOT--

landonorris okay, i cave. y/n you did a great job at planning

↳ ynorris aw thanks!! 🥰 but this wasn't me ↳ landonorris what?? ↳ ynorris it was all franco. my wonderfully goofy boyfriend ↳ landonorris well--credit is due where credit is done ↳ ynorris and??? ↳ landonorris and...i guess he can stick around ↳ ynorris YES!!! ↳ oscarpiastri war is over ↳ carlossainz55 finally ↳ francolapinto WOOO!!!

francolapinto love you mi amor ❤️

↳ ynorris love you too ❤️

[moviestarmartini]

yellow flowers. — jude bellingham x gf!reader

él sabía, ella sabía y se olvidaron de sus flores amarillas.

summary: how can your relationship recover from such a serious argument the night before?

wc: 975

warnings: angst, not that much dialogue, like three words in spanish, established long-term relationship.

A/N: WHAAAAT?? GIGI POSTING TWICE IN A DAY??? its more likely than you think! thank las flores amarillas hehe.

now playing... flores amarillas from floricienta

The fight was stupid, really. 

You both had to admit it was. Even then, that doesn’t take away the fact it snowballed into issues each of you held back for what seemed ages, and only ended up with Jude slamming the door on the way out of your apartment. 

After hours of crying, your own exhaustion from the ordeal lulled you to sleep. When you rose up in the morning, neither your mind nor your body prepared for the fact it was a Saturday. 

Nor the fact everyone and their mothers were receiving yellow flowers, something you’d always craved but were always just another bystander. 

If you listened to that song again you might just rip your hair off. 

You had a whole day planned with Jude after the game, he wanted to do something special, but the fact you couldn’t hold back your jealousy the night before was more than enough to dampen the idea, whatever it was. 

For a second, you tried to put things on the positive side. A self-care day. In theory it was wonderful, but the second you sat alone in the bubbly bathtub, you broke down in tears. 

You’d been together for years. You changed your whole life around him, learning German to go to school in the same country and planning your masters in Spanish. Maybe that was part of the reason he called you spineless; you adapted to other’s needs and perspectives easier. His words bounced around your head, each reminder taunting you more. 

To top it all off, Spotify seemed to have a vendetta against you, your daylist was insanely depressing. 

“Is this because he plays for Real Madrid?!” You spoke out into the world, growing frustrated with your situation. 

That did spark an idea in your brain; or more of a reminder. 

Jude had a game today. And you weren’t going to be there to watch him. That just made you jump out of the bath, get changed into decent clothes and leave the house for once to watch him at your best friend’s house upon her request, miserably so even when the team got their footing back up— knowing you should be in the stands cheering him on. But alas, you weren’t.

And you wondered if you would ever be again. 

The moment he fell clutching his shoulder, your heart stopped. Tears welled in your eyes but you avoided letting them escape, remembering the long hours of work and recovery, the utter joy you felt when he informed both you and the team he was comfortable playing without the big chunky brace again. All that, and it crumbled down right before your eyes, like your relationship. 

Still, you didn’t hesitate on reaching for your phone, not finding any elation on the team’s victory. 

[ I know you don’t want to see or hear from me ] 

[ But how’s your shoulder? I’m seriously concerned ] 

You knew he wasn’t going to reply right away, and when your companion found out who you’d texted, she ripped the phone out of your hands and put it away for the reminder of your evening laced with white wine and take out sushi. 

“Thank you for releasing me, master.” You joked by the time she gave you the mobile back, swallowing hard upon seeing Jude hadn’t replied. 

He hadn’t even read it. 

Now you were actually panicking, swallowing down the tears in the Uber and wishing the small elevator could go fast enough that you didn’t break down somewhere that wasn’t in the comfort of your home. 

You were overwhelmed enough that you didn’t even take into account your door was unlocked when you clearly left it locked, nor the warm light coming from the tiny space under the doorframe. 

“I’m sorry.” 

Were the first words you registered before your eyes caught the indoor prairie your boyfriend had installed in your living room in the shape of yellow daisies. 

Your eyes trailed the hundreds of petals before your eyes finally fell on him, scanning from his toes up to the apologetic expression he was carrying. Now it all made sense; your friend insisted on getting you out of the house for this. He didn’t reply because of this. 

Though your heart was running at a whopping speed of thirty miles per second, your feet took you painfully slow— cautiously— towards him. You were still marveled, carefully watching where your sneakers landed to avoid stepping on the beautiful work he’d planned for you. 

“Perdón,” Jude repeated, as if the words in Spanish meant so much more than the English language. He opened his mouth for what seemed to be a rant, but the way you squeezed the life out of him with a desperate hug left him speechless, followed by your hugs. 

“I thought you— you were going to dump me and I would have to move back home and— and I can’t imagine that because I love you so much and that’s why I was scared!” You babbled between hiccups, trying to calm yourself down before his gentle hands cupping your face did the job spectacularly. 

“I would be such a fuckin’ idiot to do that.” He couldn’t help but let out a laugh, not at you nor your claims, but at how ridiculous he had been. 

“Te perdono,” You sniffled, your bottom lip still puckered up ever so slightly. 

“But what’s all this?” You turned to look at the scene, something straight out of a Van Gogh painting. 

“You thought I forgot with the thousand TikToks you sent me on this day?” He leaned in to kiss your forehead before pulling you into another warm hug. 

“I also watch Gilmore Girls whenever you do. Whoops.” 

Your laugh echoed as you snuggled closer to him in your upright position, being extremely thankful the last sentence of the song wasn’t your reality.

A/N: if y'all seriously thought it wasn't going to have a happy ending you clearly don't know me well enough rip

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[nvrsaidiwasinurcloset]

Hi! i love your writing and i was wondering if you would do an Ethan Landry x Reader smut, where they’re bestfriends and they get high and Ethan takes Readers V card?

Hellooooo! I wrote this a lot fluffier than my normal stuff, lol. I hope you like it! :)

Tongue Tied - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: You get extra touchy with Ethan whenever you get high, but he finally says something about it and it leads to other things.

*There is drug usage in this, specifically marijuana. Those of us that are familiar with it and have a good reaction, know that you're capable of consent in most cases*

A/N: I wanted to write something like this forever ago, and it finally got requested :)

One of the ways you liked to unwind with Ethan was to get high. It didn’t happen often, but when it did, the two of you laughed at everything. It was nice to have that escape for a few hours, just enjoying your time with each other.

There was one time you both ate a weed gummies around the rest of your friends, and they had no idea. Chad’s eyes grew wide as he watched Ethan pull you into his lap to show you a funny meme on his phone, before looking over to Tara, “Is there something going on with them?”

She shrugged her shoulders, just as confused as Chad was.

There’s always been subtle flirting between the two of you, but it was way less subtle when you were high. He’s been your best friend since you met him in freshman year. He was there to help you pick the pieces back up after some loser broke your heart, and you’ve been close ever since. Around that time was when you first started to try edibles, and Ethan didn’t want you to try them alone. Plus, the boy was hopelessly in love with you, and loved that it helped him gain some confidence. He craved the affection he'd get from you, even though it was just simple touches.

“Ethannn,” you whined as you sat on his living room floor. He walked back from the kitchen with a family-sized bag of Cheetos, his eyes glazed over.

“Whaaaat?” he responded, taking a seat beside you.

You snuggled up to him as you leaned against the couch, his arm wrapping around you.

“Nothing, I just wanted you to come back. I missed you,” you said, your hand tracing along his stomach.

His thoughts were deeper than they usually were when he was high. His mind couldn’t stop racing as he felt your hand on him.

“Why are you only like this with me when we’re stoned?” he asked, sadness in his tone.

“What do you mean?” you asked, pulling away so you could look at him.

“I get that you’re my best friend and I probably shouldn’t feel this way…but I like it when you cuddle up to me,” he sighed, “I just wish it could happen when we aren’t high.”

“Aww, Ethan. I didn’t know you felt that way,” you said, smiling at him. “I guess I just get less nervous to be like this with you. I’d like for it to happen when we’re sober.”

He smiled as he looked at you. “Really?”

“Yes,” you said softly, leaning in to kiss him.

It was a simple kiss at first, that led to you straddling him as his back rested against the couch. Your hands were in his hair, while his hands were on your hips. You started to grind against him when he stopped you.

“We need to stop, you’re making me hard,” he said, his breathing heavy from the intensity of the kiss.

“What if I don’t want to stop?” you asked, a playful smirk on your lips.

“We’re high, babe. I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret,” he said, as his hands rubbed your hips.

His eyes were needy but sympathetic. He felt awful rejecting you when he wanted this so badly.

“You do know that I’m not blitzed out of my mind right now, right? I’m not too high to consent to this,” you said, “But if you don’t want to, I understand.”

You started to move off his lap, but his hands held your hips in place. “No, I want to.”

Your mouth reconnected with his, as your hips started to grind against him again. Gasps were slipping past hips lips against yours as you started to get wet.

“We really need to stop, unless your goal is to make me cum in my pants,” he said, as you giggled at his words.

“You want to go to your room?” you asked, kissing him again.

“Yes,” he said, as you started to crawl off his lap.

He held your hand as he led you to his room, and you felt like you should be nervous, but you weren’t. You knew that Ethan would take care of you, and the effects of the THC made you relax, anyway.

“Hey, you sure you’re okay with this?” Ethan asked, as he kissed your neck.

“Yes, I want to do this,” you whimpered, as he started to suck on your sweet spot.

“Okay, but you have to promise me that you’ll stop me if you get uncomfortable with anything,” he whispered as he backed you up towards his bed.

“I promise,” you giggled out, as you landed on the comforter.

He hovered over you, smiling as he looked at your face. You looked so content and happy with what was about to happen, and he was grateful that you wanted to experience your first time with him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, before he kissed you.

His hands started to slowly roam, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. Once his hand started to feel you up over your shirt, you were moaning out at the feeling. You pushed him away to pull your shirt over your head, then reconnected your lips with his.

“Someone’s eager,” he laughed, as his hands roamed the newly exposed skin.

“I need you,” you whimpered, as he got harder than he thought was even possible.

“This is your first time, baby. Let me take care of you,” he said, kissing down your neck, noticing the love bite he left a few minutes prior. “Can I take your bra off of you?”

You nodded your head, as he pulled up to look at your face. “I need you to use your words, okay?”

“Yes, please take it off of me,” you said, desperation in your tone.

He reached behind you as you lifted enough for his hands to unhook it, gently sliding the straps down your arms. His eyes widened as he looked at your chest. You started to feel a little self-conscious as he gawked at you, so you started to cover yourself with your arms.

“No baby, you’re perfect. Don’t do that,” he said, pulling your arms away to place gently kisses down your chest.

“Oh shit,” you gasped, as his tongue flicked across one of your nipples. He repeated his action a few more times, before moving to the other side.

Your breathing got heavier as he trailed kisses over your stomach, stopping at the top of your pants.

“Can I take these off you?” he asked, his hand reaching for the button of your jeans.

“Please,” you said, as he started to smirk. He loved how badly you wanted this, because it’s how badly he’s wanted this since you first got close to him.

He unbuttoned them and slid the zipper down, as you lifted your hips so he could slide them down over the curve of your ass. After he pulled them past your ankles, his hands started to caress your legs. They moved higher and higher, getting closer to where you needed him. He watched your face as his fingertips brushed against your inner thighs. Your breathing was heavy as he teased you a little.

“I know I’ve said this before, but I really need you,” you said, desperate for some attention on your throbbing core.

His fingers brushed against your clothed pussy as your breath hitched in your throat.

“You okay,” he whispered, as his finger ran over your clothed clit.

“Yes,” you whimpered, “It feels good.”

He groaned as he felt your wetness start to soak through your panties. “Can I take these off, too?”

Your heart started to race at his words. “Yes.”

You weren’t nervous to do this with Ethan, you had no reason to be. You were a little worried about the pain, the concern evident on your face.

“What’s on your mind?” he asked, sliding your panties down your hips.

“I’m just scared that this is going to hurt,” you said, your eyes connecting with his.

“I’m going to make sure you’re prepped to take it, baby. And I’ll go really slow, as slow as you want. If you want to stop at any point, let me know. I won’t be upset,” he said, as his hands rubbed your thighs.

“Thank you for being so sweet,” you said, as his fingers lazily laced with yours as he sat on his knees in between your legs.

“I want this to be special for you,” he smiled, “You mean so much to me.”

He kissed down your stomach, inching closer to your dripping pussy. His hands were still connected to yours as he licked a stripe up your clit.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned, his tongue lapping against you.

He loved the way your hands gripped his as his mouth moved against you. He didn’t know his feelings could’ve gotten even stronger for you, but you trusting him as much as you did made his heart swell.

“Hey baby, I need this, I’m sorry,” he said, pulling one of his hands away from yours.

Your freehand went to his curls as his tongue traced patterns on your clit. He slowly slid one finger into your entrance. You took it with ease, moaning at the feeling. He pumped it in and out of you for a few minutes before adding a second finger.

“You okay?” he asked, his head lifting to look at you as he worked his fingers inside of you.

You moaned out a “Yes”, pushing his head back down. He laughed as he dove back in, your whines getting louder.

“Ethannn,” you whimpered, “I feel weird.”

His eyes connected with your panicked ones, as his fingers went harder against that special spot inside you.

“Oh fuck oh fuck,” you moaned, your legs starting to shake.

He hummed against your clit as you cried out, your vision starting to get fuzzy as the new, amazing feeling washed over you. Your chest was heaving as his movements got a little slower, until they stopped completely.

“I know you’re a virgin…but is that the first orgasm you’ve ever had?” he asked, smiling at the blissful look on your face.

“Yes…I’ve tried to do it myself and never could,” you sighed, “I thought I was broken.”

“You’re not broken, you’re perfect.”

He snuggled up beside you on the bed, caressing everywhere that his hands could reach.

“I love you, Ethan,” you said, turning your head to look at him.

He had a goofy smile on his face as he whispered, “I love you, too.”

“So, how about we finish what we started?” you said, as your hand ran down his chest to the bulge in his jeans.

He hissed at the contact, and quickly started to take his pants off.

“Let me grab a condom,” he said, before rummaging through the drawer beside his bed.

You saw the outline of his hard cock through his boxers and had no idea how it was going to fit inside of you. He slid his boxers down his hips and ran his fingers over your dripping pussy.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he said, pulling his hand away from you to put the condom on.

He saw your cheeks turn pink at his words. “Don’t be embarrassed, baby. I love it.”

He brushed his tip against your clit, the action making you squirm as he tried to line up with your entrance. “Quit wiggling,” he laughed, as he slid the tip in. “This might hurt a little, but I’m going to take it slow.”

“Okay,” you whimpered, as he slowly started to inch into you.

He stopped as soon as he saw your face wince at the pain. “Hey, it’s okay baby.”

He stayed still, letting you adjust to what was already inside of you. Your hips started to move a little as you relaxed. “Just a couple more inches, babe.”

He slid the rest of his hard cock inside of you with ease, but didn’t move. He wanted to know you were ready.

“Please fuck me,” you whined, the pressure of the fullness making your head spin.

“I’m not going to fuck you, baby. I’m going to make love to you,” he said, gasping as he started to move his hips. You had butterflies in your stomach as he leaned down to kiss you. His fingers laced with yours as he pinned your hands beside your head.

The slight pain you were feeling started to fade as he moved inside you. You were a moaning mess underneath him, loving the feeling. He let go of your hands, so he could support his weight with one of them, and the other could snake down your body to your throbbing clit.

“That feel good, baby?” he asked, as you whimpered your response. Your hands ran over his arms and chest, as you started to get the same feeling from earlier.

His fingers moved faster against your clit when he felt you tighten around him. Your toes started to curl as your hips began to jolt.

“Oh fuck, Ethan,” you whined, your arms shaking as you tried to hold onto him.

“You’re so tight,” he said, pumping into you a few more times before his hips started to still.

You both stared at each other as you caught your breath. You could feel the love radiating off him, as he leaned down to kiss you.

“How was it?” he asked, slowly sliding out of you.

“That was amazing, thank you,” you said, your voice strained from all the moaning.

“No, thank you for trusting me.”

Your high started to wear off as he led you to the bathroom.

“Let’s take a shower,” he said, nuzzling his face into your neck as you walked in front of the mirror.

Your eyes grew wide as you saw the giant purple patch on your neck.

“Thank god for concealer,” you laughed, as he smiled against you.

“I love you baby,” he whispered, his hands rubbing your hips.

“I love you, too.”

[rascalentertainments]

Wish Granted 🌟👩🏾🎶 (Wish Reimagined)

Chapter 6: Welcome to Rosas (Part 2)

Chapter 5

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"Don't be shy now." Magnifico insisted.

Flazino faked a laugh badly. "Whaaaat? No, no, no. They're nobody! I mean, they're obviously somebody, but they've been here before!" he stood in front of them to block the king's view.

Magnifico raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? I don't believe I've seen them around town before." He looked over Flazino's shoulder and noticed the girl in purple looked rather familiar to him.

"Oh yeah, yeah! They're from the far side of Rosas, you don't make a lot of trips there…" Flazino blurted on, making up this story as he went along.

As the apprentice continued, Star had sensed something was off about the king. He didn't seem to have a joyful vibe despite the smile on his face. And what was up with his staff?

The starboy's thoughts halted when he felt something tighten around his arm. He looked to his right and saw Asha's expression had changed. She wasn't happy to see the King at all. She looked as if she was hiding her fear, but Star could see it in her eyes. Asha was terrified of Magnifico.

She saw Flazino use a hand signal behind his back to tell them go, quickly.

"Star, we need to go. Right now." she whispered to him.

Star wanted to keep looking around town, but the fear in her eyes made him change his mind. "All right." He responded. For the first time, he was taking this seriously. He picked up Valentino, who was slightly shaking.

They quietly backed away, careful not to make a noise to alert the king.

"…So they were just passing by. They're probably gone by now!" Flazino raised his voice slightly in hopes the two of them had finally left.

The king's eyes looked up and the two leaving, his suspicions were confirmed.

"Ah, I see. What a shame. I'll have to meet them later on." Magnifico shook his head in pretend disappointment. "I came down see how some of my loyal subjects are doing. You know, really get to know everyone. Speaking of which, I have something in mind for you."

"Um…me, sir?" Flazino asked raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, I've realized that I've neglected my duties as your teacher. Its time that you had more…advanced training." he said with a smile as green fire emitted from his hand.

"Y-you're actually going to train me? I mean, advance my training?" The boy had been waiting for this moment for years, but…the Hamlet mattered more. "Sir, I don't know how to say this, but-" he started as he rubbed his arm.

"No need to thank me, Figaro!" Magnifico exclaimed as he put an arm around the teen and laughed.

"It's Flazino…" He muttered, but the king continued on like his apprentice hadn't even spoken.

"You can thank my darling wife Amaya for that once she returns! She caught on to that and insisted I take extra care of you for our next lesson!" the king explained as they headed back to the castle.

"Uh, sure. But can we make it a short lesson? I really have other duties to take care of." Flazino said as he threw blue powder behind his shoulder while the king wasn't looking. The smoke traveled from his hand and slithered on the ground like a snake and traveled through the crowd.

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We end up going all the way back to the Hamlet, with the people already out doing their morning routines.

Sabino slept a little later than normal since the incident last night and needed the extra rest. Now that he felt refreshed, he took a deep breath, and was ready for a new day.

The old man hadn't seen Asha yet, but assumed she was already out finding inspiration for sketches. So he went out by himself. Sabino greets a few of the neighbors, one of which was leading some of the livestock to the nearby river.

Sabino waves to the man with a smile and continues towards the water well, but he over hears a conversation.

"I'm telling you, one of the squirrels said 'Good morning' to me!" A man told his wife who putting out the laundry. She rolled her eyes. "Next you'll be telling me a bear when asked for a pot of honey."

"THAT HAPPENED TOO!" the husband exclaimed.

Sabino hoped the guy wasn't going senile at such a young age, not even he heard something like that. He walked over to his usual spot at the well and noticed it felt different when he got there. He felt a hint of such joy from that spot, just like he did last night.

The camera shows beneath his feet there's a very faint glow from the leftover stardust. "What in the…?" He started, but was interrupted by Sakina's call.

"Sabino! Have you seen Asha? I've been looking for her all morning, but I haven't seen her. Valentino is missing too." Her voice had a slight panic in it.

The man grabbed her hand gently. "Now, now. Don't worry, I'm sure she's around here. Perhaps she went a little further in the forest than usual. You know how she tries to find new things here."

"Actually, she left here last night." A kid's voice chimed in.

The two of them looked around for the speaker, but no-one was near. "Down here!" The voice spoke again.

Sabino and Sakina looked down and saw a small grey rabbit looking back at them. It waved its little paw at them and said "Hi there!"

"…."

"Sakina, I fear that I'm finally losing my mind." Sabino said, still in shock of the talking rabbit.

"….We might both be losing it, saba." Sakina responded, the same as Sabino.

The rabbit laughed. He hopped onto the well so they could see him better. "Last night Asha was singing to the star in the sky, and it then came down, turned into a guy, and made us all talk! Then he sang a song too and then he said he wanted to help her save the kingdom, and then he turned into a horse and they ran off to a place called Rosas. It sounds fun!"

The two of them stared at the rabbit for a few moments. Then Sakina fainted.

"Is she okay?" The rabbit asked, concerned.

"Well….I guess she took my request rather quickly." Sabino laughed nervously and rubbed the back of his neck. "Oh dear…."

Cutting back to Asha and Star, they continued in the opposite direction. Asha finally breathed after they were far away enough. "That was too close. If he knew who we were…" her voice trailed off, not wanting think about what could've happened next.

She took out her sketchbook and started flipping through pages. "Looks like talking to Flazino won't work. They might be onto us already."

"So then, what do we do now?" Star asked, slightly distracted by the passerbys.

"Luckily I wrote down a little map here based on how Flaz described this place to me. I just hope its accurate enough..." She hoped.

The three of them slowly continued, with Star and Valentino following Asha closely. The little goat kept watch in case a guard or Sabor was near. A quick shot from the rooftops showed something moving quickly across the screen.

We quickly cut to a shot at feet level where the smoke is quickly catching up to the trio, sliding between several people.

Goingg back to the trio, Asha studied her map. "First, we'll need to get to the back of the castle somehow."

Behind her, Star quickly moved out of the way of a woman pushing a wheelbarrow full of stacks of flour. "Whoops! Sorry about that, buddy! Coming through with a delivery!" she had quite a chipper voice and whistled while she worked.

"Wow, she seems happy!" Star noted.

Asha continued looking through her book. "There should be a secret entrance somewhere around here, but we'll have to go further and try to circle around so we don't alert any guards."

Someone tapped Star on the shoulder. He turned and saw a girl holding a few daffodils in her hands. She looked a bit shy as she avoided making eye contact with him. "Um, I'd like to ask for you for a favor." she spoke in a soft, whisper-like tone. "Since you were kind enough to take the last of the flowers I couldn't sell, would you mind giving these to a boy named Safi?"

Star took the flowers and gave them a sniff. "Aw, sure! By the way who-" he looked up and the girl seemed to vanish into thin air.

"No need to be bashful! I don't mind doing it!" Star yelled, hoping that wherever she was, she heard him.

Asha quickly ran back to Star. "What are you doing?! Do you want to get us caught?" she grabbed his hand and pulled him along.

Before they proceeded further, a tall lanky blonde stepped in front of them. "Hey, you guys must be new around here! How about I give you a free show? The name's Dairo, by the way." He offered as he pulled a few colored balls from his pockets. He began to juggle them effortlessly in the air.

Asha had completely ignored him. Star on other hand... "Yeah, sure!" Valentino groaned and tried to push him away from the stranger.

"All right, prepare to be amazed!" The tall teen started to increase the amount of balls from 4 to 7 and was slowly walking backwards. "How you like this?"

Star had sparkles in his eyes. "IS THIS EARTH MAGIC?! I LOVE IT!"

"Hehe! Well, I'd like to think so- Whoawhoawhoa! Yaaah-hoo-hoo-hooey!!!"

Dario had stepped on a empty glass battle on the ground and was rapidly going backwards, still juggling the balls. He eventually went so far backwards he ended up falling into a barrel of water. "I'm okay!" he assured the concerned bystanders and gave a thumbs up.

Asha sighed as she let go of Star's hand. "What a dope. I can't wait to get out of this place. No one minds their own business." she grumbled.

"You know, I get what you've told me about that guy stealing wishes. But….is it really that bad?" Star asked in sincerity.

Asha looked at Star in surprise. "What?"

"I mean aside from a few of them looking sleepy a lot, this place looks great! And you're surrounded by tons of people and try something new all the time!"

Asha scoffed. "You can't be serious! My family had to run away from this place because of him!" She slightly raised her voice. "Don't be fooled by all this. That man and his wife are pure evil, and the sooner we take them down, the better."

Star didn't quite understand, but he went along anyway. "Sorry. I guess I was just thinking that this was better than where I was before now."

"How could this be better than being in space where you had the freedom to go where you wanted?" Asha argued.

"Because....at least I'm not alone like I was up there..." Star hesitated. His smile faltered as his eyes casted downwards. We see the glow in his hair completely faded.

Valentino looked up in concern. "Baaaah?"

Asha''s expression softened. She never thought about how Star felt up there. She just assumed he was just as happy in space as he is on Earth. But bringing it up seemed to bother him. Now she understood why he was so excited in the city. Seeing him down like this...it really bothered her.

She stepped a bit closer and reached a hand out to his face. He looked up to her, with widened eyes.

(Thanks to @ishadow246 for this little doodle, it was perfect for this! Just pretend he has a hood here, K? 😅)

"I'm sorry, I-" she started, but then a small cloud of blue smoke appeared in front of her face.

Both of them jumped and exclaimed in fear, Valentino hid behind Star's legs.

(imagine this, but blue)

"Sorry about that, Asha. Magnifico is practically breathing down my neck right now." The smoke had two cartoonish eyes and a mouth, while the voice coming out was Flazino's. "Glad I learned this communication spell last month. I guess he did teach me one useful thing." The voice sounded a bit like he was in a large room with an echo.

"Could've waited a few more minutes, but all right..." Star mumbled.

"Does this mean you can actually help us? I did draw out a map, but I'm not sure if its totally accurate." Asha said as she showed the blue cloud the pages of her book.

It took a brief look and smiled. "Actually, its pretty spot on, nice going! But it'll be a different story once you're inside. The king keeps the wishes in a room at the top of the castle."

The smoke then floated up as it took a look of the path leading to the castle. The coast looked mostly clear, with only a few guards around.

"I'll take you there, but you'll have to be quick. Mags has been acting strange since that big light last night, and he might be getting suspicious." he warned them.

Star and Asha shared a knowing glance. "You think he's talking about me?" He whispered to her.

The two of them quickly followed the blue ball down a path that led away from the town square. They could see the castle getting closer into view. The camera then cuts to a faraway shot where we see something large moving quickly across the rooftops.

"When we get inside, you'll have to be quiet, the guards doubled since last night." Flazino continued. "Once you're in his study, there's a big door that leads to the Wish Chamber, but you can't open it unless-"

The voice was cut off by a large animal that pounced onto the blue cloud. It came down so quickly, the three of them barely had time to react.

The lynx held the ball in his paw and began to squeeze it. "Sabor! No, no, no, bad kitty! Bad-" POOF!

The smoke ball disappeared and nothing but blue ash was left in his paws. The lynx slowly turned his head towards Star and Asha with devilish grin.

It flashes back to Flazino who's eyes were glowing blue until the connection was gone. "Nonono, that's not good. Not good." he started to panic as he began to look for the ingredients in the lab to make another spell.

"Is something troubling you?" Magnifico asked from behind him. His staff was beginning the glow, just like his eyes. "Perhaps you lost touch with someone?" He teased as he pointed his staff at Flazino's back.

The boy was too afraid to look back, but he knew the man had an evil grin.

Jumping right back outside, from around the corner, Amaya elegantly stepped into view. "Well, well, if it isn't the brave little girl and boy, or should I say starboy?" she let out a small chuckle.

The two of them took a step back in horror, with Valentino still hiding behind them.

"How-how did you...?" Asha couldn't even finish. They were so far ahead of her. How did she find them?!

She spread her arms as if she was inviting them in for a hug. "I see you made it quite far. But I'm afraid your journey stops here. Welcome to Rosas, my dears!" The queen's eyes glow green as she finishes.

Star could only said one thing. "Oh shtars-"

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FINAL THOUGHTS

Wow, its been a loooong time, hasn't it? Looks like most of the fandom was on break and working on their rewrites at the same time, lol. There were times I felt like the dog that was left alone for a few hours and I just went crazy by going into all my friends AUs and then my own stuff. I think was actually shorter than planned.

But yeah, at long last we got Chapter 6! I'll admit this was a little harder to write this one. One because I haven't had a lot of time to sit down and write, and two I've had a ton of art to make on the side when I can. So now more of my characters can get some art! Now for this one, I had A LOT going on, mostly because there's so much I want to tell, and this story will probably be about 20 chapters or less. That's usually the length of my stories, even in non-fan work, so strap in.

So not only did we get the rest of teens (which will fully assemble later on) more of a focus later after Star has his first confrontation with Mags here. We also get more of Flazino, who's got his own storyline at this rate, lol. As you can see he can perform a bit if magic himself, but only small doses. (really playing into the double agent thing now, I'm really surprised how quickly he got fans)

His entire mood between chapters 5 & 6 (I'm sure he's fine…):

(George here is pretty much the base of WG!Flazino so it fits)

And I had to gave you a sprinkling of ship teasing with Asha and Star. I say sprinkle because the ship's gonna get stronger in the next chapters. Chapter 7 will be LONG, and we need a point where Asha can sleep, she's just been going nonstop and might end up like Flazino if she's not careful.

I'll give you some details on what's coming next: Dahlia and the teens will all come back in Chapter 7, and we'll see how she knows Asha. Our first magic battle between Star and Mags who finally meet, that traitor amongst us scene from the original film, Flaz needing therapy and of course SHIPPING!!

As for things outside this chapter, I'm posting a DTIYS challenge finally, so I hope you'll like to join it!

Thanks for reading!

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[elfinblaze]

Eurovision 2025 Semi-Final One

My sister and I both watched it live, each in our bedrooms, and texted our thoughts to each other. Excellent experience! Would do again.

My internet acted up during Slovenia's performance and I had to refresh my browser so I missed that one. Every year there's one, I swear. Thankfully it was a song I don't care about.

I wish I liked Poland's song, because Justyna's voice is amazing. My sister liked the dragon, at least.

We both hate Estonia's entry. I'm glad I'm not alone.

Sweden: My sister sent me a string of laughing emojis. She hadn't heard any of these songs before and she loved it.

Belgium: "I'm not a fan at all. Is it supposed to sound like this?" - her message to me.

Italy we both liked.

Azerbaijan: "No no no no." That's it. That's all she sent me.

Albania finally won me over. That was a fantastic performance.

Croatia: "Hocus Pocus joined Eurovision." Amazing performance, absolutely gave everything on stage. Marko Bošnjak and Croatia should be very proud.

We both loved the Made in Switzerland song.

All my favourites got through to the final! That never happens! But I'm so happy for Norway, Iceland, and San Marino.

Even though I screeched "Whaaaat?" when San Marino qualified. Was not expecting that at all.

I could hear my sister yelling when Portugal qualified. "Why them?!" She was really hoping for Croatia. She's still baffled over how that happened.

Just some of my thoughts.

[leilani-lily]

~Oh Deer~ (Chapter 7)

Apologies for the delay, life has been a lil busy for me lately. Lots going on, and only more to happen. My introverted battery is crying ദ്ദി ꒦ິ꒳꒦ິ )✧

This chapter's a lil shorter than some of the others, but it's for the best. The next one I have planned is gonna be a 2 parter. And it'll be a whopper. Wish me luck hehe! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Synopsis: AroAce! Alastor x Chef!Singer! Reader. It's time for the daily meeting amongst the hotel staff and guests. You're feeling particularly exhausted, and before you know it, you fall asleep. What you don't realize is what kind of chaos it causes afterwards… Word count: 3.7 k

Chapter under the cut!

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“What if we offad a free bag o ‘Hero-In’ tada first 50 custamers?”

Charlie blinked in bewilderment down at the Spider Demon, not sure if he was actually being serious. The other resident demons either nodded in agreement or weren’t even paying attention to the conversation, blinking tiredly and eyes glazed over. Vaggie groaned in frustration at the apparent lack of brains in this hotel.

“Por el amor de Dios.” she muttered under her breath, dragging her face down with her hand. “Angel. We can’t offer drugs to encourage more guests to the hotel. That goes against, like, everything we’re even doing here.” She gestures to the hotel lobby, where you were all sitting on various armchairs and couches. It was one of your daily meetings where Charlie rounded up all the demons and tried to come up with strategies on how to recruit more sinners. Her and Vaggie were standing before you all, a chalkboard behind them with… some pretty terrible suggestions scribbled on it (and a faded dick drawing done by a certain 8 limbed demon). Said sinner looked around his settings before turning back to the silver haired woman, looking at her in confusion.

“Booze?”

“No.”

“Dildos?”

“Jesus. NO.”

“Blowjobs??”

“FOR FUCK SAKES ANGEL!”

“Whaaaat? Sounds like a good deal ta me! Especially if da blowin’s done by a prafessional like yours truly~!” Angel wiggled his chest fur rather sensually towards Vaggie and threw her a wink. The fallen angel slapped her hand against her face in exasperation. 

Now usually this type of banter would have you practically shaking in your seat trying to hold in your laughter. But this time around, all you could muster was a tired chuckle as your eyes ping-ponged between the two. Your early mornings and long days at the hotel were starting to catch up with you, and today in particular was extra exhausting for you. You had spent most of the night reading, too absorbed in the novel to put it down even though you knew how late it was. And now you were paying the price; all you wanted to do was sleep. But then Charlie called this meeting and now you were stuck here, daydreaming of your bed. 

“W-well Angel, I’m afraid I have to agree with Vaggie on this,” Charlie piped up, awkwardly looking between her partner and friend, “But I am LOVING the participation and enthusiasm! Good job!” She clapped cheerfully to Angel, trying so hard to encourage his good habits, even if his suggestions were questionable. Angel clicked his teeth at Charlie while shooting a finger gun, slouching back into his armchair. The Princess of Hell turned back to the group, her expression a mix of determination and desperation. 

“Alright everyone, what else do we got? Come on, let’s keep the creative juices flowing!”

Other demons' voices droned on in response, but you could feel your brain shutting down as they faded to muffled noise. You were seated comfortably on one of the couches, feeling yourself being swallowed into the cushy pillows. It was honestly really nice being able to sit on this couch in particular, it was the comfiest of all the furnishing here. 

When you had first arrived at the hotel and attended these meetings, you were sitting in one of the armchairs beside Angel. And you had to admit, they were pretty stiff. But at some point, as you and Alastor’s friendship began to grow, the deer demon began inviting you to sit on the couch beside him, and even began saving you the seat before anyone else could take it. What more, would even begin to shoot glares at demons if they attempted to take it before you had arrived.

You had caught wind and scolded your friend for a moment, but he insisted with how much work you were doing, you deserved the cushy spot more than anyone else. And that just so happened to be beside him. You had eyed him suspiciously but didn’t argue further; it really was a nice couch. Now it was just known fact that you and the Radio Demon always sat together, and others didn’t even attempt to sit there anymore. 

Beside you, Alastor watched as your body sank into the couch and brought a hand up to stifle a yawn. His eyebrow quirked up in amusement, but he didn’t attempt to try and keep you awake.  He could tell this meeting wasn’t going anywhere; there was no point in forcing you to participate. Instead, his pupils slid back to the group of demons in front of him. Somehow Nifty and Sir Pentious had gotten into an argument, and Vaggie was yelling over them to shut up and stay focused. Alastor’s smile creaked up eerily, reveling in the chaos unfolding before him. Charlie looked at her business partner, a semblance of despair in her eyes.

“Alastor,” she practically begged, “Please tell me you have some suggestions that we could actually use?” 

Alastor gave a hearty laugh as he waved a hand at her.

“Oh please my dear,” he dismissed, shaking his head and giving her a smug look, “You know very well that I do not participate in such matters. I’m simply here for the entertainment that comes with it~!” He gestures to the three demons arguing in question, as Angel and Husk seemed to be sharing a bowl of popcorn and watched the mayhem. Charlie looked at the group tiredly.

“Besides,” Alastor drawled on, his eyes practically dancing at the chaos before him, “I honestly think-!”

His voice was cut off by the sound of a record player scratching to a halt.

The group of demons that were bickering immediately stopped dead in their tracks at the sudden abnormal sound, their gazes zipping to the Radio Demon. Angel and Husk’s eyes also locked in on the deer demon, a piece of popcorn falling out of Angel’s open mouth.

Alastors was frozen in place as your sleeping form had slumped up against his side. 

The deer demon looked like he was caught in the headlights; His entire face was frozen and eyes wide as dinner plates, smiling mouth still half open in mid speech. His whole body was stiff as a board as his shrunken pupils stared off ahead in shock. 

The room fell quiet enough to hear a pin drop.

Every one of the hotel residents were ready to shit themselves, eyes darting between you and Alastor. Anyone that knew the Radio Demon knew how much he despised physical contact not initiated by him. Husk especially was terrified for your sake, fully remembering Alastor practically ripping demons apart limb by limb simply because they looked at him the wrong way. The gambling demon’s fur began to stand up on his neck. This couldn’t be good.

You sighed in your sleep and nuzzled closer into Alastor’s arm, subconsciously seeking out his warmth. All of the onlookers breathed in sharply, Charlie even covering her mouth with her hands to keep herself quiet. The Radio Demon’s eyes slowly slid down to you, carefully tilting his head to get a better look. His eyes looked over you, pupils sharp and calculating as his open mouth creaked shut and grin tight. Everyone watched in horror, unsure what the Overlord was thinking or what he was going to do.

Alastor’s first instinct was to immediately shove you away. But he quickly pushed that thought aside once coming to terms that this was you. As much as he wanted to peel your body off of his, another part was… intrigued. He had never been in this type of situation before, and moreso, with someone he actually found tolerable. He noticed the dark circles under your eyes and mentally tutted you. It was clear you were more exhausted than he had realized, especially given you had fallen asleep amongst all the commotion. And he knew first hand how early you were up everyday; how hard you worked for this hotel. Hell, you were one of the hardest working ones here, besides Charlie and Vaggie. 

Mentally coming to a decision, Alastor’s shoulders began to soften, his body finally beginning to relax under the newfound weight. Your rest was far more important than this silly meeting that wasn’t going anywhere anyways. His chivalrous nature had ultimately won out.

“Hey uh… Smiles…” Angel stuttered, his voice low and cautious as to not wake you, “Ya… Ya got a lil Puddin’ on ya sholda” He pointed to your sleeping form, his eyes darting nervously between you both. Vaggie immediately zipped to the Spider demon and slapped her hand over his mouth, shooting daggers at him before looking nervously at Alastor. Eventually, the Radio Demon’s eyes slid lazily to the group of anxious sinners, his lips curling up in amusement as he observed everyone’s expressions. If you weren’t sleeping on his shoulder he would’ve relished in their horror. Careful not to move too much, he turned his head back to the group.

“Now then,” he murmured, his voice surprisingly low, “If the three of you finished with your ridiculous squabbling… ” He shot Nifty, Sir Pentious, and Vaggie a dirty look, making the three  cower under his judgemental gaze. His eyes narrowed a moment before turning to Charlie.

“Then I believe we should really get back to our brainstorming. Wouldn’t you agree, Charlie dearest~?”

The goat demon stared at Alastor in surprise, eyes flicking to you before back to him. Her eyes squinted in confusion at the scene in front of her; Alastor… was allowing this? But she quickly shook it off, realizing he was still waiting for her reply. After blinking a couple times, her eyes lit up with joy as her smile overtook her face.

“YES! Yes of course we-!” 

Alastor’s static crackled dangerously as radio channels shuffled in the background. His scarlet eyes flashed red, shooting Charlie a look of warning. The princess immediately covered her mouth, silencing her thunderous excitement. With a quick clearing of her throat, she continued, her voice softer this time.

“Yes. Right. Everyone, let’s continue from where we left off.”

For the next twenty minutes, the group of demons quietly continued their discussion and strategies. Alastor sat in complete silence, his grin casual and hands in his lap as he sat still. Only his pupils moved as his gaze darted between the sinners. You continued to sleep soundly against the Radio Demon’s shoulder, nuzzling even closer to his warmth and even wrapping your arms around his at one point. He only flinched a moment when he felt your arms trapping his, but he made no other movement; no change in expression. 

As the discussion continued amongst the others, the group couldn’t help but glance at you and Alastor on occasion, still in utter bewilderment at the entire situation. He must have been sick… or an ulterior motive maybe? They all secretly had many inquiries, but none of them dared to question the Overlord. Especially with the way he acted if one of them spoke too loudly. The dangerous hum of static would remind them of their place, and the power he held in this establishment.

Finally, the meeting was adjourned by the Princess of Hell, and everyone began to trickle out of the lobby. Alastor could hear the various murmurs of confusion between the demons as they left to go back to their room, but he ignored them. Little whispers between rats were of no concern to him. Charlie slowly approached the couch, eyes darting between the two figures and smiling sheepishly.

“Do you want me to take her?” she whispered, arms outstretched as if ready to take your sleeping form. But the Radio Demon raised his unshackled hand as if to halt her, shaking his head softly with eyes closed. 

“No need to fret my dear,” he reassured, opening his eyes and giving a gentlemanly smile, “I will see to it that our little chef is taken care of.” 

Charlie hesitated a moment, unsure of what exactly was going through her business partner’s mind. But finally, she nodded her head and tip-toed away, meeting her angelic partner at the elevators. Hand in hand, Charlie and Vaggie left the vicinity, leaving you and Alastor alone in the lobby. 

As silent seconds passed, the Radio Demon’s eyes eventually slid down to your sleeping profile, a mix of amusement and slight curiosity crossing his features. You looked so small, so vulnerable and helpless compared to his tall, powerful form. He watched as your shoulders slowly rose and fell with every breath. Your body was warm against his arm, your head heavy on his shoulder as your entire weight pressed on him. It was a feeling foreign to him; he had never had anyone rest on him in an unconscious state. In all honesty, if baffled him. 

No one had ever seemed so… comfortable around him. The group of demons were scared out of their wits for your safety because of the stories they’d heard. And they had a right to be scared. He was the Radio Demon after all. An all powerful Overlord and a force to be reckoned with. He could strike fear into the heart of any creature, make them fall to their knees and beg for their lives and for his forgiveness. There were only a certain handful that could match his power, and even then that number was dwindling (he would make sure of it). He was a terror. A killer. A living nightmare. And yet…

Here you were, sound asleep on his arm, peaceful and unaware of the position you were in.

Your fingers twitched under his bicep, eyelids fluttering a moment before you stilled again. Clearly you were dreaming about something, and it made Alastor wonder what was going on in that little mind of yours. What was it you dreamed about? Perhaps reliving your life before you descended to Hell? Or maybe… Reliving a memory of when you had spent time with him? Alastor rolled his own eyes at that last question, yet his pride couldn’t help but wonder. Would it be obscured of him to think he could occupy a spot in your mind? 

You stirred a moment against his arm, and Alastor was immediately taken out of his trance. Your face twitched a moment, before scrunching up as if in disgust. Alastor had to catch himself at your expression. Your face eventually settled back into a relaxed state, but a soft, low chuckle still managed to escape the demon’s lips.

Yep. Definitely a dream about him.

Shaking his head mirthfully, 2 long tentacles of shadow began to rise up from the floor. Ever so gently, the shadows lifted your head and body off of Alastor, allowing the deer demon to carefully remove his imprisoned arm from your grasp and stand up. He took a moment to stretch his neck and roll his shoulder around, the stiffness of not moving for nearly half an hour catching up to him. Finally, he turned back to you, still sleeping soundly and being cradled by his shaded tendrils in bridal style. A thought crossed his mind as he looked over at you, taking a moment to evaluate his next move. 

He could very easily snap his fingers and have you transported to your bed. Or have his shadows carefully carry you to your room while he trailed behind. But somehow, despite all of the options he had debated on, he found his arms slowly reaching out underneath you and pulling your body close to his. You immediately curled up closer to him and his warmth, making the Overlord stiffen a moment. But finally, he began to saunter towards the elevators, his shaded tentacles slipping back into the floor.

Of course, being the Hotel’s Facility Manager, he knew exactly where your room was. And obviously, he had a spare key. Using his shadows to unlock the door, he carefully opened the door and stepped inside, stopping a moment to take in his surroundings. He had never actually been in your room before, and he was surprised to discover how fascinated he was about it.

Naturally, it was washed in a deep maroon colour like every other room in this building. It was mostly clean, save for a few articles of clothing scattered around the floor. He simply chuckled softly to himself.  Honestly, what was he going to do with you… 

Your odor was faint in the room, but was still picked up by the demon thanks to his heightened animalistic senses. He took a moment to breathe it in, shocking even himself at how he enjoyed the smell. Like the scent of spring after a chilling, heartless winter, mixed with your own natural musk. He quickly shook his head from his thoughts, suddenly feeling disgusted in himself and his barbaric impulse. 

He noticed an old record player in the corner with various records tucked away. He sauntered over and peeked at the various discs, using his magic to lift them to his face and inspect them. He was impressed with your mix of genres, not at all surprised by the jazz music, but also intrigued by your interest in classical, old fashioned rock and roll, and showtunes. He hummed contently to himself, realizing he could learn a thing or two about you by the contents in your room. And oddly enough, he wanted to learn more. 

Call it the hunter in him. 

You had a large bookshelf similar to his, and he took a moment to browse the titles you had. Mainly cookbooks, which were of no surprise to him, but there were mixes of fantasy and romance as well. 

Romance. Ugh. 

Alastor practically rolled his eyes at some of the disgustingly cheesy titles. How people, women in particular, found this entertaining was beyond him. Especially those who would write about it. 

Pathetic.

Still, he couldn’t help but wonder what it was that made them so popular to begin with. And if they seemed to be something that you in particular enjoyed, then perhaps… he would be willing to give it a second chance. 

One book in particular caught his eye, sticking halfway out from the shelf. Most likely the one you had finished most recently. A green hue pulled it off the shelf as he flipped it open and pursued the contents. After reading a couple sentences, he felt himself stiffen; his eyes widening and smile growing uncomfortable. 

Were all romance novels nowadays so… sultry? He knew sexual activities were popular for most beings. But for Hell’s sake, the novel was practically filth. Instinctively, the book became engulfed in a green flame, burning in seconds. Alastor watched the fires fizz out, ashes of what once was your novel now fluttering and disappearing into thin air.

Hm… hopefully you wouldn’t notice it missing. 

He was learning many things about you with his little scavenge through your room. Things that he found oddly charming. Others he found… debateable. Nevertheless, one good thing could be said about the secrets he had discovered. The Radio Demon’s grin began to widen deliciously at the thought.

He could so use this information against you in the near future. 

You murmured softly against his chest, causing the demon to focus back on you and away from his scheming thoughts. As much as he would’ve loved to continue to snoop around, he knew he had to finish what he had originally come to do. 

With a sigh of contentment, he proceeded to walk to the edge of your bed, once again using his emerald magic to pull the covers back. As gingerly as he could, Alastor lowered you to the bed and carefully removed his arms out from under you. Your one hand had somehow clutched onto the lapel of his jacket, causing him to chuckle before gently unfurling your fingers from his suit. Finally, you had settled in the bed and curled up on yourself, already missing the heat from Alastor’s body. Long, clawed fingers grabbed at the blankets by your feet and pulled them up to your chin, making sure every inch of you was covered and enveloped in the sheets. 

You sighed in your sleep as he pulled his hands away, and Alastor took a moment to take in the sight. Even throughout the meeting, and with all the movement of him picking you up and walking around, you had remained fast asleep. It had simply proven how fatigued you were. His mind flashed back to his mother, remembering how tirelessly she would work to provide for the family, and the many nights when he would catch her sleeping at the kitchen table, bills and notices scattered around her. How helpless he felt as a child, not able to do anything to ease her workload or stress.

He looked down at you, eyes flickering over your sleeping form and feeling something stir inside of him. He couldn’t be there for his mother, not as a weak, impotent child. But he was grown now. And he was strong; practically a God with the power he held over Hell. And he would make sure to repay the debt he owed, one way or another. 

His hand reached out and paused for a second, as if debating. But something urged him on, and his hand found its way to the top of your head. He began to gently pet your hair, feeling the tendrils slide between his fingertips. You hummed in your sleep, causing the deer demon to flinch and ready to sink into the shadows. But then you sighed contently and subconsciously nuzzled your head into his hand, a soft smile curling up before relaxing again.

Unbeknownst to Alastor, his ear twitched. 

He had to stop his own grin from creeping up higher on his face as he continued his previous motions, feeling his body relax and eyes soften. He continued the gentle caresses, embracing the peaceful silence and watching your chest rise and fall with each delicate breath. Eventually, Alastor had felt like he had overstayed his welcome, and slowly removed his hand from your head. As your hair tumbled through his fingers and fell to the pillow, he couldn’t help to lean over and whisper in your ear.

“Sweet dreams, my little songbird~”

He quietly stepped away from your bed, taking a moment to pick up your scattered clothing around the room before placing them in the laundry hamper nearby. And with a final peek to your sleeping form, the Radio Demon’s smile curled up ever so slightly before carefully shutting the door behind him.

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Y-yeah Alastor... Those romance writers sure are pathetic... pff... pffffft (; ̫ಠ ̫U ̫ಠ ̫ ̫; ̫) We do love a self deprecating joke around here k'know

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[italofobia]

I just needed to let you know that Gaster Undertale has also possesed my father in a dream before and I am absolutely gobsmacked that this is something that has happened to two people

WHAT. WHO ARE YOU.

ALSO WHAT HAPPENED IN YOUR DREAM in my dream my father's eyes went completely black and black goo emerged from his mouth as he repeated the words of entry #17 so i freaked out and locked myself in the room before he could chase after me (the possession made him move slowly too lmao). my mother was also there folding clothes so i told her that father was possessed but she was like "whaaaat? nooo that's impossible what are you saying" which is like Thee main reaction she has whenever one of us gets sick. she does this everytime she never believes one of her children could ever get sick and denies our symptoms. and after that i woke up and while in the dream i was SO SCARED now im like. that was kinda sick i wish gaster did possess my father he'd definitely do a better job as a father figure

[milykins]

Second Chances: Part 2

Special thanks to @the-cauldron-witch for taking the time to beta-read this!

Part 1

Bay Raph x female OC aged up characters.

No TW for this

Summary: Both Raph and Chrissy are still struggling with their feelings and decide to talk things out. Will a tentative date at their favourite bar be just what they need?

There might be a part 3!

A strangled smile fell from your face.

What kills me that I hurt you this way.

The recent reconnection with Chrissy had been weighing heavily on Raph. His mind was a jumble of thoughts, guilt, apprehension, uncertainty, and maybe a slight bit of hope. He didn’t know what the hell to do. He knew he missed her, that she’d just gotten out of a bad situation and probably needed some time to process things. He was overthinking and needed to talk to someone about it.

Since Mikey and Donnie were living at the farmhouse raising their kids, he had Leo to talk to… unless he wanted to text the other two. Both options sucked equally, but Mikey was the better choice. He was the one who knew the most about the whole Chrissy situation.

‘Yo, Mikey…I did something…’ He sighed and hit send. Mikey was gonna freak. The text was too vague but he couldn’t bring himself to elaborate much further.

Mikey must have been holding his phone because his reply came through immediately. ‘Whaaaat?! U okay bro?’

‘It’s nothing bad, I just saw Chrissy again, saved her from an asshole, and we got to talking.’

There was an indication that Mikey was typing for a while. The little dots dancing on the bottom of the screen momentarily. ‘That’s good! Finally. U still have feelings for her?’

‘No, yeah, maybe doesn’t matter. She told me she couldn’t do the casual thing anymore.’ He replied.

‘Well, duh, she wants commitment, give it to her already, what’s holding you back?’

‘She deserves better…’ he paused and sent another message. ‘Better than me.’

‘U should let her make that decision for herself. Ur taking it away from her. Has she moved on? Got a bf?’

‘No. some failed relationships, same as me.’

‘Then it seems pretty clear that ur just scared, bro. Talk to her, become friends with her again. Go slow, if she’s the one, she’s the one. Trust me.’

Ah, Mikey. Always the optimistic romantic, it wasn’t bad advice. His little brother only wished him happiness. Raph thanked him and placed his phone down, simultaneously clicking the side button to lock the screen.

His brother was right, of course, but Raphael felt trapped, caged by his fears and insecurities. He never quite felt good enough for Chrissy and believed it was too late to fix things. He’d already broken her heart once, and he’d be damned if he was going to do that to her again.

He’d been on the way to his room, intent on trying to relax, when he saw that the light in Splinter’s room was on. Pausing, he lingered by the doorway as he contemplated entering.

“Enter Raphael.” The decision was made for him, and he quietly stepped in, kneeling before his father. The old rat sat serenely on his cushion at his low table. Despite Raph’s conflicted feelings, he felt instantly calmer, taking in the light scent of incense and freshly brewed tea. The relaxing scene that his father had built, complete with about half a dozen lit candles, reminded him that this was a safe space.

A fresh cup of tea was pushed in his direction. “Drink, we shall talk a moment.” His father waited for him to take a sip before twitching his whiskers, easily sensing the inner conflict of his son. “What is troubling you?”.

Maybe he could avoid this topic. “It’s nothin’…”

“I see…” His sensei replied, calmly sipping his cup of tea. “It is far from ‘nothing’. I can see that it is something you must deal with on your own.”

Chuckling ruefully, he shrugged, his pessimistic attitude taking over. “I know, and I’m gonna make the wrong decision like always.”

“You must trust yourself. Only then will the answer be made clear, and you will be at peace with it.” Splinter found himself wishing he could ease his hotheaded son’s fears on the matter. If only he could see himself as he saw him. This and most problems in their lives had a way of working themselves out.

Peace was the furthest thing from his mind. The current storm of thoughts had him feeling doubtful that things would ever feel right. “I just…I don’t deserve her, that’s all.” He honestly believed this. She deserved a good guy that could give her the perfect life of marriage and kids.

Splinter laid his aged hand on his son’s larger one. “Raphael, you would do well to remember this. You are deserving of love in all of its forms. Do not shy away because you think yourself unworthy.”

He offered his Sensei a small smile. “Thanks… Father. I’ll remember that.” Standing, and giving him a small bow, he left to contemplate things further.

A week later, Raph worked up the courage to ask Chrissy back to his favourite dive bar. They used to frequent it often when they were together, and it eventually became a special place for them. This was the first time he’d been back since the breakup.

He sat in the far back, the booth closest to the kitchen entrance. It was the one everyone hated to sit in, but that was exactly why he liked it. No one minded that he looked different; the kitchen staff were used to it, and not many customers, save for the drunk ones, made their way back there.

The soft lilt of a guitar could be heard as a performer gently plucked the strings. The bar's atmosphere was light and relaxing. Everyone was either focused on their food or fixed on the guitarist.

Raph felt tense; this meeting would make or break things between them. The insecure part of himself was telling him he was going to lose her but the deeper, more determined part of him was determined to make things right, for once and for all.

Now there’s a million reasons for you to go, but if you can find a reason to stay. I’ll do whatever it takes.

He was on his second beer when he saw her enter the bar.

She didn’t see him at first and walked to the bar, ordering herself a drink. Then, she searched for him, concerned that maybe he hadn’t come.

Damn, she looked beautiful. She’d chosen a pink ensemble. A cute, flower-print skirt hovering just above her knees and a tank top with caramel-coloured heels and a purse to match. She loved pink; it was her favourite colour. Finally giving her a wave, Raph decided to end her search.

Her mouth opened in a tiny gasp as she moved toward him. He wore his trench coat and hat. She’d secretly admired that look.

Taking her drink, she sauntered over to him, an amused smile on her face. “Hey stranger… I should’ve known you’d be hiding back here.”

He smirked and motioned for her to sit down. “Here I was thinkin’ you had changed your mind but nah, here you are, runnin’ back into my arms.” He lightly teased.

Chrissy slid into the booth easily and raised one perfect eyebrow. “Excuse me, I was invited.” She huffed, a playful haughtiness to her tone. “In your arms… in your dreams.”

Raph shrugged easily with a soft chuckle. “Fair, I did ask you here. Glad you could make it…” he said, sipping his beer and pausing a moment, his eyes on her. “You look real nice tonight.”

Chrissy’s cheeks were pink as she smiled. She had wanted to look good for him. The tiny bit of hope that they might fix things had spurred her to look her best. “Thank you, love the ensemble.” She grinned, pretending to tip an invisible hat to him.

Feeling more at ease, Raph called over the waiter to get their food orders out of the way. He was used to seeing Raph and placed a bowl of pretzels for the two of them to snack on while they waited. There was an awkward pause as Chrissy took one and chewed slowly. It was enough of dancing around their issues, and she needed some honesty. “We used to come here a lot.” She allowed herself to reminisce about those good times for a moment. She’d missed them; she missed this.

“Yeah…when we split, I kept up the tradition.” He’d missed it too; this place held a lot of memories for him.

She felt anger bubbling up in her, the words pouring out of her before she could stop them. “You mean, when you broke up with me…let’s be real here.” She was still hurt by it, and needed to be honest. “You decided all on your own to leave.”

Raphael was quiet for a moment. She was angry at him, he had that coming. “Chriss… you know why I had to…” It pained him to explain why he left. Don’t make me say it…

Her answer was quick, interrupting him before he could continue. “Do I? You disappeared from my life, Raph. All I could do was speculate. Was I not… good enough for you? Did you find someone else? Was I asking for too much? I meant it when I said I’d gotten no closure.”

He was at a loss. Her raw honesty was rough for him to listen to. He knew he’d hurt her, but hearing about it made him feel like shit. “I… I thought you’d move on from me.” He answered quietly.

“I tried… don’t you think I did my best to forget you?” Emotions were running high now as the honest words kept coming. “I couldn’t… because no one compared to you. You ruined me for all other men, Raphael. They weren’t you.”

Raph was stunned. Here he was, sitting in the bar feeling like the worst thing a woman could want, and her words conveyed something very different. No, he was a piece of shit, and that was that. “But… that’s… I don’t think I’m…” Fuck, he could barely string together a sentence after hearing that. “I couldn’t give you what you wanted!” He finally exploded. “A… a fucking, house in the suburbs, a normal life! You don’t want this; you don’t want a goddamn boyfriend who can’t even go out in broad daylight to take you out. I’m not good enough for you! I’m never… gonna be good enough.”

This dose of honesty was exactly what she needed to hear. Chrissy reached for him, placing quiet hands on those tightly clenched fists of his. “Raph…”

He was taking deep breaths, attempting to calm himself. “It was mutual. We wanted different things, I wanted to keep it casual, and you wanted commitment. It wasn’t gonna work.”

That was correct; she had wanted him to give himself over to her completely. “Yes, I wanted commitment, and I know that scared the hell out of you. But, Raph, I was scared too. My worst fear was that you’d leave, and you did. I beat myself up about that for months; I shouldn’t have pressured you like that. I’m sorry.”

His shoulders lowered, the anger and tension leaving his body replaced with regret. He needed to tell her the truth. He was the one who needed to apologize. “…I was scared. I didn’t want you to have to deal with my shit. Enemy clans, other mutants, aliens, mob bosses, gangs. Chrissy, what if I can’t protect you from all of that? You better believe that I’m fuckin’ scared.”

Her gaze softened. She’d managed to pry open his clenched hands to slide her fingers into his. “I know, Raph… when I first met you, you were in bad shape… I knew it wasn’t normal, but I didn’t give a damn because I wanted to be with you. Also, don’t give me that, you will protect me and I’m not as helpless as you think.”

He was running out of excuses and she knew it. She took his silence as a cue to keep going.

She said if we’re gonna make this work, you gotta let me inside even though it hurts.

Don’t hide the broken parts of you that I need to see.

She said like it or not, it’s the way it’s gotta be.

You gotta love yourself if you can ever love me.

She really needed a stronger drink for this. Time for a healthy dose of honesty. “I’m just gonna lay it out for you right here and now. You never even gave us a chance to try, you just went ahead and cut me out of your life.” She scoffed ruefully. “Did you ever think for a second that maybe, just maybe, I might not give a shit about how dangerous your life is? I cared about you so fucking much. I was willing to accept that, and yes, I still have feelings for you Raph.” Taking a breath and staring directly into his eyes, she swallowed. “I love you.” She gave him a small, nervous laugh. “There, I said it. I know you probably don’t feel the same way, but I wanted you to know.” She’d released his hands and had gotten up from her seat. She hid her tears. She couldn’t face another rejection from him.

Her declaration had him out of his seat, taking hold of her wrist a second later. “Wait, hold on a minute…” It was so clear to him now. Everything made sense. The veil of uncertainty was lifted and tossed away. “You… love me? Still? Even after… well, everything?”

“I never stopped.” She uttered quietly, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

He’s quiet for a moment. “It hurt… leavin’ you… I’ve had gunshot wounds that hurt less…” He’s being serious now as he drops her wrist and takes her hand. “Every. Damn. Time. I knew you had feelings for me, and I was a fucking coward for not telling you… I was starting to feel the same way, and still do.” He held his gaze on the floor before looking at her again. “If someone used you against me or worse, killed you.” He continued, speaking in a low voice. “That would kill me.”

“I could say the same thing about you, Raph, but are we really going to let fear dictate our lives?” She stepped closer and pressed a soft kiss to that scar just above his lip. “Are we going to deny ourselves this chance to be happy?”

She was right. Fuck it. He’d be a goddamn idiot if he let her go again. “No. No, I ain’t.” He tilted her face up to his and pressed a hand into the small of her back, drawing her closer. “I love you, Chrissy, I’m done letting you go. I want you to be mine. Only mine, for as long as you’ll have me.”

With a happy cry, Chrissy let her tears fall. She pressed her soft body against his and kissed him for all she was worth. “Get ready, big guy, because that’s going to be a long, fucking time.” She laughed softly, giddy from the amount of relief she felt.

Raph pressed her a little more firmly to him, claiming her mouth again. He left everything else unsaid but conveyed it through the kiss. This was him giving himself over to her fully and completely, finally.

The kitchen staff had been sneakily watching and boxed up their meals before covertly placing them on the table. They had secretly hoped they would fix things up and get back together.

Pulling back just slightly, he cupped her cheek, rubbing her silky skin. “Can we… date again?” He asked hesitantly.

Chrissy buried her face in his neck with a soft laugh. “Yes, Raph… we can date again.” Looking up, she kissed him softly once more. maybe even ‘go steady.’”

I know you deserve much better.

Remember the time I told you the way that I felt, and that I’d be lost without you and never find myself.

Let’s hold onto each other above everything else.

Start over, start over.

It was a funny thing, dating Raph. Before, they’d only ever contacted one another for one thing. Sex. The only talking they’d done had been after the act and Raph had rarely spent the night. Now, he was nervously standing on her balcony, hesitantly tapping on the glass to see if she was ready.

It was like getting to know her all over again. They talked now, asking questions about each other and learning their likes and dislikes.

Raph hated pineapple on pizza. Fruit didn’t belong on a goddamn pizza. His words. He liked using his arms as a pillow when he was too lazy to grab one off the floor. He had a tick on his jaw every time he was annoyed by something. A soft caress of his skin caused it to ripple slightly, a perfectly placed shell scritch caused a churr.

His favourite meal was teriyaki steak and roasted potatoes, but only if he barbecued the steak the way he liked. Medium rare with a good amount of pink. His favourite cookies were Snickerdoodles.

Chrissy did know about his ability to knit, but she was unaware of his pet, a little bearded dragon named Ryuji, who liked to sit on his head during the knitting sessions. She was delighted to discover this about him when she’d come down to the lair for a visit. Ryu got a lot of careful pets and treats that day.

To his amusement, Raph discovered she could eat a whole tub of Ben and Jerry’s in one sitting. She liked true crime TV shows and rewatched old Disney movies when she got scared. She knew all the words to every single Spice Girls song. She twirled her hair whenever she felt nervous about something, the action calming her. Every time she sneezed, she scrunched up her nose most adorably and did a ‘kitten sneeze.’ Raph loved that especially. She hated how her hair would ‘fluff’ up in humid weather and go limp in cold weather.

Chrissy loved comfort food, such as kraft macaroni and cheese with extra cheese, mashed potatoes and gravy, and garlic bread. Raph had actually gotten pretty good at making these types of meals for her, especially after she’d had a long day.

Raph had been highly amused by her admission of being partial to monster romance. He couldn’t help but tease her just a bit.

“Regular guys ain’t doin’ it for ya anymore? You had to switch to aliens and snake guys with two dicks?” He snorted softly. “I mean, I get it, this ain’t somethin’ you can replicate.” He did a wide sweeping gesture of himself, looking smug. “There ain’t nothing a book can do that I can’t do better.”

She was about to clap right back with a teasing jab of her own. Raph was secretly an anime nerd and Mikey had let it slip the last time they were on a call with him and Raph had left the two of them to talk.

“Says the turtle who secretly watches Naruto.” Her own smug look only intensified as the realization dawned on his face.

“Fucking, Mikey…” he muttered. “He’s lyin’ I don’t watch that crap.” Guys like him did not watch anime, he’d deny it until it killed him.

“Oh, really.” Chrissy crossed her arms. Game on, big guy. “At least I’m being honest, you hypocrite.” Airily, she added. “But, fine… if you’re not willing to admit it, then I won’t tell you some of the ideas I gained from reading those books… and trust me, I got some good ones.” She could tell from the way his body language changed that he was interested.

Trying to appear nonchalant but failing miserably, Raph shrugged. “What, um, what kinda ideas…?”

She had him now. “Ohhh… no, I thought you didn’t need any help… you know everything there is to know about pleasing a woman, don’t you?” She brushed her fingers lightly along his forearm. “I might tell you… just admit you watch Naruto.”

There was quite an internal battle as Raph wrestled with himself about whether to give in. Her innocent Cheshire cat grin had piqued his curiosity, and he had to know. “Fuck, fine, ya got me, I watch it… sometimes.”

She couldn’t help but giggle with a soft squeal and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her soft lips pressed against his cheek as she grinned. “I would’ve told you anyway, I just wanted to hear you admit you liked something nerdy.”

“Why ya little…” Raph sprung then, pinning her down and tickling her sides as she squirmed and laughed beneath him. “Holdin’ your sexy book secrets over me?”

“Raaaaph!” Chrissy cried out in surprise as her laughter burst out of her. She writhed and squirmed under his relentless fingers, gasping for her breath. “Staaap!”

Easing up on his playful assault, Raph pressed his lips against hers. There was a deep, rumbling sound of satisfaction as he deepened the kiss. He only pulled back when her cheeks were flushed and he caught the sweet scent of her arousal. “Ya better deliver on that… cuz I wanna be the best at makin’ you feel good.”

Fuck, he was good… “Yes… I will.” That night, she divulged all her romance novel secrets, and it definitely paid off.

Believe that I can change.

I’ll keep us together.

Whatever it takes.

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[liviavanrouge]

Replaced pt 7

Vivian: ERICA!!!

Erica: *Flinches, her eyes wide as she whipped around* What-

Vivian: *Slaps Erica down, her eyes glowing angrily* WHAT DID YOU DO?! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO KEEP LIVIA OUT OF HIS MEMORIES!!!

Erica: M-My control slipped for a moment!! I-I'm sorry, Vivian!

Vivian: *Scowls at her, her fists trembling* He's asking for Livia to come back, he wants to talk to her! This is YOUR FAULT!!

Vivian: I can't let Livia come back here! I cannot allow her near Lilia, the more she's near him the more the mind control will weaver and she'll return to his memories

Erica: Vivian, maybe we should stop-

Vivian: NO!!! LILIA IS TO BE MY FATHER!!! NOT SOME SNOT NOSED SPOILED BRAT LIKE LIVIA WHO GOT LUCKY TO BE BORN TO HIM!!!

Vivian: SHE GOT MY BIRTHRIGHT!!! IT'S NOT FAIR THAT I WAS ABANDONED BY MY PARENTS BUT SHE GOT BORN INTO A FAMILY WHO SHOWERS HER WITH LOVE AND TRY SO HARD TO PROTECT HER!!!

Vivian: *Grabs Erica* You'll keep manipulating his memories until I say otherwise!! Livia will not steal this affection and attention from me-

???: You're terrible...

Vivian: *Whips around alarmed* Who...

Silver and Sebek: *Glares at Vivian, Scowls on their faces* We heard everything!!

~~~

Livia: *Stares at the kingdom below, her eyes sparkling* This place is so peaceful and pretty

Amos: Indeed it is and from what you've told me, your Papa is having his memories manipulated which is a shame...

Amos: I've been watching you since you were born and I've seen your growth as you went on...

Amos: I will be sending Nira to aid you-

Nira: WHAAAAT?!

Amos: *Frowns at her* Nira, as a Spirit Lady, the problem of the Spirit Saintess is also our problem

Amos: Be nice to Livia, she's like family and family help each other

Livia: *Stares up at Amos stunned* Oh...

Nira: *Huffs, her arms crossed* Fine, I'll help her..

Amos: *Smiles and nods* Alright, Livia, this is where we say goodbye and I hope we can meet again one day

Livia: *Nods, smiling widely* YES!!

Nira: *Turns and starts walking away* Let's go, Livia!

Livia: *Hurries after her* R-Right!!

Amos: *Watches the doors close then looks skywards* The path of a Saintess is the hardest one...I wish this child eternal luck...

@queen-of-twisted

[lunatheseus]

Endgame Couples in Harry Potter that I often wonder about - rambles and questions

Angelina Johnson & George Weasley:

Angelina eventually marries her late boyfriend's brother?

I'm curious as to how that even happens. What's the thought process behind that for her? What about how George feels about it?

Like- girl ended up with her dead boyfriend minus one ear and half of his livelihood gone...

Don't get me wrong, George definitely deserves a great life and future...

But also, (for George) how do you date your dead brother's girlfriend in the first place?

Idk the only real "solution" is that they helped each other through the grieving process of Fred's death???

Bill Weasley & Fleur Delacour

I can't say I'm well versed in the details of their relationship but... it's definitely interesting.

They definitely have relationship goals moments:

They met by chance: at Gringotts as coworkers

Fought alongside each other during the war

THE WEDDING

But also...

Bill caught Fleur's eye when she was in the Triwizard Tournament: Fleur was 17 Bill was 24 💀💀

How'd that even happen????

Like- whaaaat?

That means that Bill was 18 when Fleur was just starting school at Beauxbatons (which I assume was when she was 11)...

I mean- in hindsight, it's not that bad... but I wish we got more or a build up yk?

Like- Charlie was literally working at the Triwizard Tournament because of the Dragons... how did she not meet him first?

Ginny Weasley & Harry Potter

No. They had an amazing setup, but no.

It's like dating your younger sister.

There was also no buildup, chemistry, or reason.

I also thought the saving Ginny from Tom Riddle was supposed to be a nod at the "Handsome Prince saves the Damsel in Distress" trope... yeah no.

Also, Ginny literally disappears and has no relevance/importance to the stories after that, only becoming relevant when she started dating Dean Thomas (which I personally thought was cute) and Harry suddenly realized that he was in love with her all of a sudden. There's no buildup, and they had no chemistry in the supposed romantic scenes...

They honestly just did Ginny dirty....

Nymphadora Tonks & Remus Lupin

Ouch. This made me cry.

Ok I get that the 13 year difference is a bit odd... but to some degree it makes sense:

Remember that Tonks' mother married for love, even if it was out of the norm. Tonks is literally continuing the legacy lol

Lupin and Tonks were both outcasts, they relate to each other and appreciate their uniqueness

Anyway, their sacrifice was brutal but also devastatingly beautiful

[twistedwonderlandshenanigans]

Stonybrook Community College - TWST

Just some worldbuilding stuff and. uh even more OCs. I've got my other ones here and here.

Stonybrook is a picturesque part of the Sunshine Lands, known for it's gentle rolling hills, babbling brooks, and shockingly clear night skies. Because of how clear the night skies are, the belief of wishing upon a star was an integral part of the community. Nowadays, light pollution makes it difficult, but the North star is still always visible when there are no clouds around, at least in the suburbs of the city.

Anyways, Stonybrook Community College is meant to be an opportunity for locals to attend post-secondary schooling without travelling as far or paying as much as they may have had to in order to attend other schools. (Or did not receive an invitation to NRC/RSA/NBC)

So I got my Toy Story OCs

Cody Whitner - Twisted from Woody

One of the teacher's sons

Complete asshole to his half brother

An asshole in general, but he can be charming when he wants to...you just have to tolerate the asshole part long enough

Makes up for what he lacks in academic smarts with manipulation and emotional intelligence. (Yes, he uses his intelligence for typically malicious reasons but it doesn't mean he's not intelligent)

Brett Lancaster - Twisted from Buzz Lightyear (loosely)

Cody's half-brother (doesn't really care for Cody)

Total nerd, genius IQ but also kind of gullible

Best friends with Idia online, goes by the name 'space_rangerTIAB'

Also friends with Cody's crush, which. is a source of tension between the half-brothers

Nobody at the school knows they're half-brothers except Cody's dad

Wheel-chair user + amputee - Idia helps him develop blueprints to make a 3D printed prosthetic leg as well as some funds to make sure he can customize it how he wants

Tyrell Roe - Twisted from Rex

He is baby, ok, please be nice to him

1/4 fae and proud, his grandpa is based on an actual T. Rex (yes I think that the really old fae should be based on dinosaurs so that the Draconias can be the THE Draconias, like they're the only ones based on a dragon, but that's an HC)

He get's anxious easily, his sweater is absolutely his comfort item

He is constantly inviting friends to his place and his mom is the sweetest person alive

He wants to get into engineering soo bad

He customized spoke guards for Brett's wheelchair/generally very artistic

The Betson Twins - Twisted from the Benson Brothers (Alec and Xander respectively bc their birth parents were only expecting one child so when they had a Bonus one they just split the OG name in half skfhlskdjfhlksjdf (AKA I could NOT think of a name for the second one and Xander fits fine))

Grew up in the foster care system, but adopted when they were 12

FIERCELY protective of their (adoptive) little sister (totally not a partial response to PTSD whaaaat)

Both come off as fairly intimidating, but as you get to know them. Alec is not. Xander can, but he's intense/passionate

Alec has dyslexia, when they were younger Xander would always read things out loud for him

Xander has high-functioning autism, please ask him about computer sciences or Norse mythology he wants to infodump so bad

Alec wears contact lenses, Xander can't stand the feeling of them

Elle Betson - Twisted from Gabby Gabby

Also raised in the foster system, adopted when she was 14, her brothers were 16

Selectively mute, but at home she's a little chatty patty

Steals Xander's jackets alllllll the time they are big and comfy and comforting

Can handle herself in a fight. Will never have to.

Wants to become a veterinarian eventually

Very artistic

She and Alec have a lot of friendly spats in the comfort of their home

Do not let her cook. This girl cannot do it to save her life.

Jordan Persnickety - Twisted from Jessie (I remember blushing so hard when I went to Disney and Jessie gave me my own special nickname I should have known I was queer sooner /j (I was 8 LMAO))

Sentient doll, don't ask me why they're a sentient doll and Cody isn't, they just are

Genderfluid, She/he/they pronouns, also Lesbian

Best friends with Brett, used to be close to Cody in high school but in college he just came off as so much meaner

Speaks with a thick southern accent/sounds similar to Epel

Doesn't really remember when or where she gained sentience, or for what purpose, but she'll take full advantage of it now

Lives at Brett's place, (she's got nowhere else to go), Brett's mom loves her

Customizes all her clothing

Taking karate at the moment with her own money

Volunteers at the local zoo

She painted on her own freckles

Blaire Morrison - Twisted from Bo Peep

Planned to go to Stonybrook, but was invited to RSA and accepted

Fashionista

Influencer + entrepreneur

Started a pajama company

Animal rights activist (has a connection to my other OC, Neo Capini)

Aussie

Looooves matcha (lies)

Larry Boscus - Twisted from Lotso Bear

He was a teacher at RSA, was recently fired and got hired at the community college to teach entry level mathematics

His fiancee cheated on him, so they broke up two months before the wedding

In a bad place mentally, treats everyone like they're below him and gets exasperated quickly

Picked up smoking to cope with life's stressors

Really going through that midlife crisis

Has a group of fan girls at the school that just pisses him off more

Looks as put-together as he can for work but he is a Mess

[where-the-sabia-sings]

A few crumbs and disconnect thoughts on BraMex:

* strap in for the new romance trope in the town bby, heirs in anxiety.

* But whereas Alejandro miseries are all born from the failed expectations he thinks he didn’t achieved as man “born” of empires

* Never mind that those expectations were made and put on him by Antonio who desired making Mexico the heir and son he wished he was for his own father (as you guys can see I’ve come back with a lot of daddy issues to unpack in those losers)

* However, Manuela’s anxiety is product of her desperation to achieve her place in the grand scheme of things, finally becoming the so long waited Country of the Future

* And believe or not, it’s in those contradictions that they met

* Usually, Manuela wouldn’t be considered his type. I mean the way Carlo’s describes their moony eyes cousin is not what Alejandro considers sexy and they only get to meet each other in middles of XIX during all these processes of independence occurring in Latam, is not exactly the most romantic thing for a pre teen nation

* But then he later see Manuela, perhaps after WWII and long gone is that stuck up sweet girl cousin. Now he sees a fuxking belladonna with the most gorgeous smile and a hot temper that got him on his knees envisioning the next top power couple to ever exist in the Americas

* And damn he finally found someone to share his love for diplomatics, another lover of using cultural soft power to sweep the old hags (and idiot Alfred) off their feet’s

* For Manu, Alejandro is that new wave of fresh air she much need

* He might not be charismatic as Cuba was, but damn the man knew how to be captivating as hell and is the only nation alive who wants to talk 24/7 of benefits of exporting one’s face to the world

* They dance to each other’s rhythm and they fucking love

* It might not deep as the clusterfucker thing she has with Paco, but in the end of the day girls just wanna have fun and kiss hot boys/girls i guess

* Then oh no

* We’ve reached the part where we kinda have to talk about how being heir of father’s empire only for not apparently getting to achieve all the glories who were sold to you from the cradle

* And having to “fail” in face of the evangelical brat almost abandoned son of England ugh

* Cause in the end of the day they are both children of empires trying to runaway from all the miseries, whether inflicted on them or by them on others, who also are so desperate to build their own apotheosis in spite of everything

* They sooo want to be their own thing and sometimes it seems incredibly impossible cause while they can’t renegade the vital influences of their other parents, the vices they inherited from their colonial parentes seem so hard to break free

* What do you mean waging war against a neighbor relative is bad? Dad made his legacy by defeating others and never looked back, why should I not crush those who are against me? Whaaaat? Does almost massacring my brothers/sisters/cousins/mother means I might not be so different from awful father???

* Anyways now back to the real deal

* They definitely they were all the rage after 1970 World Cup

* Manu was at her peak the girl being the first to win three championships at the time and finally getting a few days far way from the nightmare happening in home at the moment

* she was horny to the bone and bby Alejandro was more than ready to fulfill his belladonna wishes

* Nowadays humm 🤔

* He tries really hard to no sound so done every single time Manu insists making Chaves (El Chavo) jokes and memes

* telenovelas are prohibited topic amongst these two. We may watch tough, BUT we don’t talk about who does best and definitely we don’t argue who has the greatest villain

[shy-sapphic-ace]

Ooooooh all of those WIPs sound SO COOL! I can't decide which I want to ask about (first), do you have a favourite/one you particularly want to talk about?

Yee yippee yay!! Thank you so much :’D

And yes, I do kind of have a favourite— my show Sidekick (I’m currently working on the second episode? I think I wrote ep 3 on the post oops, but I have the first & third episodes already written)!

I’ll try to not ramble on toooo much but I really like it,, if I ever end up writing the whole thing my dream is to commission someone to animate it for me and hire some VAs (and with what money?? 😭 let me dream okay) but anyway I have a plan for five episodes, each with 10-15 minutes of story happening.

It’s fantasy medieval with faeries, because yes. It’s also very queer (whaaaat who would’ve seen it coming)

The basic plot of ep 1 is that the main character, Charlie, is the sidekick to his friend Damian, the legendary hero of the lands who slays monsters and is welcomed with cheers in every town the two visit. They’re a team and they both know it, but it’s always Damian the perfect charming handsome hero who gets the glory for it. (But he’s kind of oblivious so he doesn’t realize it— he’s genuinely a good guy though.)

Also, the most important point on the series is that Charlie is deeply, completely in love with his friend Damian. He knows it, Damian has no idea. He kind of hero-worships him too, in a way that he just knows is more serious than all of Damian’s fans out there who’ve never lived side by side with the man himself like he has. He’s his sidekick, his right-hand man, his best friend, and Charlie would never wish for anything more than to be at Damian’s side forever, slaying monsters and keeping people safe.

In the first episode, they follow rumours they heard of a “dark faerie” who’s been terrorizing a village. Damian doubts it’s an actual faerie, since those tend to always stay in their own world (yeah there’s a separate world where faeries live and they try to stick to their own business and avoid humans). They go, find out it’s an actual faery—

Enter my favourite character, Rowan (he’s my little blorbo babygirl I torture him for fun), knight to the Lady of the Autumn Court, loyal servant to one of the four most powerful rulers of Faeryland. He’s here on her orders, to kidnap Damian, the “great hero of the human lands” and to invite his sidekick Charlie to attempt to travel through Faeryland save his friend (his love) and bring him back. All because the Lady is “bored and looking for entertainment”. (I know, not the most solid plot point but ehh)

So yeah, at the end of the first episode, Rowan kidnaps Damian and whisks him away to Faeryland and Charlie jumps through the portal to follow and save him.

The general premise of the show is that Charlie travels through the Autumn Court, one of the four main domains of Faeryland, trying to find Damian to save him while the Lady watches his efforts from afar to entertain herself.

Other basic stuff that happens: in ep 2 Charlie tries to find his way around and is confused, in ep 3 Rowan offers himself as a guide through Faeryland “on the Lady’s orders” (but he actually genuinely wants to help Charlie), stuff happens, we get lots of backstory about the Lady and Rowan’s relationship, and somewhere along the way Rowan falls in love with Charlie as well so that complicates things too (I’m not the biggest fan of love triangles but I swear it just happened in its own, Rowan just. fell in love. I can’t explain it okay)

And um I could ramble on for HOURS about Rowan and his relationship with the Lady (she “saved his life” when he was a child in the Winter Court and he swore into her service for the rest of his life, they have a not-super-healthy mother/child relationship, and she has a spell on him that physically prevents him from doing anything against her orders) and how he can’t decide what he wants (to be loyal to the Lady who’s been his entire world up until now, or if he wants to help Charlie, who is such a good person and loyal friend that he can’t help but fall in love even as he helps him save the one that already owns Charlie’s heart) and how he’s a gay little loser who tries to act like he’s cool but he’s not and I love him 🫶

OH AND IT’S A MUSICAL‼️ I WROTE TWO SONGS FOR EVERY EPISODE :)

So yeah that’s it… if you read through all this I love you and here are the first drafts to episode 1 & 3! I’d love some feedback (on the characters, the story, the songs, anything…) but OF COURSE no pressure if nobody cares I totally get it thanks for sticking through this far <3

(Note if you’re actually interested in reading this— the google docs was written on a computer so if you’re reading from a phone it’ll be easier to read sideways bc of the script format)

EPISODE ONE - ALWAYS BY YOUR SIDE: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1xZWa-0NHzuYq6R4iMf6smjBVixjOzkhmp5T_0r-VwuI/edit

EPISODE 3 - HERE TO HELP: https://docs.google.com/document/d/12ue2CUzkWBNsm8FBNVb_kY8FOIOYcvBTo3ttuWepQx4/edit

But again no pressure for anyone I’m just having a fun time sharing stuff I wrote here 🫶