#and now... i'm anxious about them characters there :)

[flightyalrighty]

Hey there! I've been following your comic for a while now, and have been enjoying it thoroughly - I wanted to reach out in regards to your writing for the characters. :3 Sonic is really letting open a lot of negative feelings towards Ivan in your recent page. How do you strike a balance between that free-spirited jovial attitude he usually musters, and the moments where he turns dead-set serious? Where does it come from in your interpretation of Sonic? Additionally, do you have any general recommendations on writing for the cast? I'm fairly anxious about sounding canon-adjacent as possible in my works, so it halts a lot of my creative momentum.

Sonic had given Ivan a chance to prove that he truly regretted what he had admitted to doing (murdering someone).

It was when Ivan proved he was far more sorry about getting caught than he was about ending someone's life that the metaphorical gloves came off. That's what made that switch happen.

To the additional question: I dunno, a lot of dialogue and stuff from Sonic games and shows and comics live rent-free in my head. I'd say just, like, indulge in a ton of Sonic media and pay close attention to how the characters behave and speak. I would avoid anything written during the Meta Era, however, if you're looking for stuff that sounds genuine. So, that would be Colors, Generations, Lost World and Forces.

Not to sound like a theater kid, but I think what's really helpful for writing these characters is to try getting inside their heads. How would SPECIFICALLY Sonic, Tails, Amy, Knuckles, Shadow, Rouge, Omega, etc react to a situation, or being told something, or whatever.

Sometimes it helps me to imagine my favorite voice actor for that character saying whatever line I wrote. Does it sound natural for them to say that? If not, adjust until it does.

My go-to voice for Sonic is Jason Griffith's Season 1 Sonic X voice. That's why I write him with a lot of...

[riteliso]

S01E07

Bow your shoes are fucking stupid

He loves her :)

Also why were they just sleeping in the forest on the floor without even sleeping bags or anything

She's so real for this

Can't have a comfort zone if you've never been comfortable before

And it's cool and epic and I totally don't wish it was easier to melt away into nothingness and not care

Minor character introduction I wouldn't normally sidebar about but if I don't talk much about any episode that doesn't feature Catra heavily people are gonna notice and I can't have that

Aunt Casta: she's annoying. Good character.

It's difficult to make these distinctions sometimes, because there's characters I dislike, and characters I think are-- bad characters. Those are two DISTINCTLY different things. I think Aunt Casta is a good character that fills an important role very well. She's overbearing, upsetting, and believes she knows best.

Very entitled, and yet very insecure, and almost all of that comes across instantly. She doesn't really have a lot of importance until much later, but she's fun and plays a dynamic role in this episode.

I'm not super invested in their romance, but again, I don't understand the people who insist they have no chemistry. They're just straight. They have the chemistry that straight people have. Well, to clarify, I don't think either of them are STRAIGHT, like, HARDLINE straight, I think each of them experiences SOME kind of attraction to many different genders, but I think each of them also would gravitate towards a straight relationship for romantic attraction rather than physical.

You could convince her to eat a rock with minimal effort

Ah yes, LIGHT SPINNER. WHO COULD THAT BE?

I can make all the jokes I like but the first time I watched I was so tunnel visioned on lesbians I didn't even notice until it was spelled out for me.

It's like becoming a vampire hunter named Alucard

Pacifist girls trying to psych themselves up to spank their partner for the first time

You could write a fic about this

In fact, I DID write a fic about this

But I'll never tell you where I've hid the key!!!!!

How does anyone relax at the beach

GET THIS CHICK INTO A HAMMOCK ALREADY DON'T YOU KNOW ANYTHING

YOU CAN ONLY BE STRESSED IN A HAMMOCK FOR LIKE 5 MINUTES TOPS

IT IS EXCEPTIONALLY DIFFICULT TO STAY ANXIOUS IN A HAMMOCK

Okay you lecherous whore calm down

Abusive guardians are still guardians and that's the most annoying part

Bad people do good things, just like good people do bad things

And it's infuriating missing things that were bad for you

Shadow weaver doesn't know shit about how to pretend to be Catra, Catra would never say this, Catra would say

"Stop talking about Shadow Weaver you're ruining the mood

Now lift your arm back up I'm thirsty"

I don't have anything to say about this

I don't hate this trope I just don't like experiencing it

It's still effective it just makes me feel small

You're right she was nothing as a literal infant she was in fact a literal infant

Also she calls Adora a cutthroat warrior and I was gonna say that sounds more like a compliment than something restrictive and reductive but I think that says more about me than anything else and it doesn't say the nicest things so we're ignoring it

YOU IGNORE MISS MEOWMEOW SO EASILY

It is kinda a monkey's paw situation for Shadow Weaver that Adora and Catra are finally separated and it's because Adora deserted

"Wrong kid died" type beat

"Yeah, good try, bitch, but let me show you how to REALLY piss her off."

God, being in a fantasy setting where your half ex is your nemesis, pragmatically, would suck aside from the SPECTACULAR sex.

Catra is the kind of chick who keeps dead batteries to put back INTO devices you care about when she's upset with you.

You insist that double As are being made cheaper and shoddier but in reality she's just jealous of that fucking rabbit vibe

ALRIGHT SO

Here's how we're doing things, right? We're gonna go one episode at a time, and I'm gonna give my thoughts whenever they come up. This is a train of thought type beat, alright? Unlike my usual grandstanding authorial and analytical self, this re-watch is purely for the rant factor. If you don't know me, and you just happened upon this thread because you like reading she-ra rewatches, hello. I'm a writer from Canada who found she-ra in 2025 and is currently on her sixth watch through. From that, hopefully you can discern that I like this show, even if I'm likely gonna criticize parts of it. We good to go? Good. We start with S01 E01.

RIGHT, THE SWORD PART 1! A zoom in, with an angelic singing being drowned out by digital bloopy fright zone vibes, and then Adora being a fuckin dweeb as her leitmotif plays in a decidedly crystiline synth-y tone.

Now, what do we learn from this? This, aside from one gripe I'll have more to speak on later, is an excellent introduction. With the music alone we're essentially taken from the beauty of the planet, the overwhelming dread of the fright zone, and then into a hopeful tune that isn't FREE from these sort of digital themes in the music, but is very defined and separate FROM them.

This isn't gonna be one of those things where I praise literally every single fuckin thing so keep your panties on, I'm not gonna full-on overanalyzing avatar this shit, but the most important parts of a story are the beginning and the ending.

Now, when I say that, I am speaking pragmatically. Every part of every story is important-- but when it comes to what people remember, what they love, what they never shut up about-- it's the start and the end. You need to nail the take-off and the landing, people will forget the turbulence from the rest of the trip.

Now, what does THIS bitch's intro tell us about her? Well, a lot, honestly. Most of what we know about Adora at this point is she plays by the rules, but she is a notably goofy person. She's goofy, but she's unwilling to goof-OFF too much.

And while we get a taste of the rivalry they have instantly, with "That's low, even for you." "You know nothing's too low for me~"

We instantly see that that is not the CORE of their relationship.

I'd like to praise the voice direction in this show for the first of many times here. The voice actors do amazing work in this, and the direction can be felt throughout.

"Come on, you look stupid hanging there" can obviously be a seen as a strange first line to show the warmth these two share, but the inflection from Catra's voice actor, AJ Mikalcha, makes it read as downright sweet.

Also don't get used to me using names of the crew besides ND Stevenson because I'm so awful with names I was still calling Catra Katara half the time on my second re-watch and I was like 90% of the way to realizing I kinned her at that point

Also don't make fun of me for kinning Catra there's no RESPONSE to people making fun of you for kinning Catra THAT DOESN'T MAKE YOU SEEM MORE LIKE FUCKING CATRA OKAY

Anyway, the following scene makes it clear that this is not a one-way dynamic. The two banter, and it's clear Adora knows how to get under Catra's skin and annoy her as well. This is notable in a few places MUCH further on, but it is a difference worth highlighting NOW.

Once Adora leaves, Catra's primary goal is still to get under her skin. She's angry about it, she's mean about it, but she's still just doing what she's always done. The relationship between the two doesn't actually change as much as the context does. I'd say the relationship itself doesn't change much until the final season, at a scene I'm sure I'll have a lot to say about.

On the flip-side, Adora's goal when it comes to Catra is simply to fight her off. But that's not all there is. At points, it's clear that Adora holds some sort of REVERENCE for Catra, and while Catra is very capable of very mean things, don't get me wrong, Adora sees Catra as more of a threat than she realistically is.

At a few moments I'll point out she also relishes in getting under Catra's skin, but admittedly those are few and far between.

People have gone over this introduction billions of times, so I won't BORE you to death with it, but Shadow weaver's introduction does hint at a lot of what we'll learn later. I think it's very notable that while Shadow weaver brings a dark gloom that encompasses both our leads, her vile tendrils only dare to touch Catra. We learn the specifics of the dynamic these three have later, but it is a very unique and terrible situation to be the least favourite of an abusive guardian. Especially if you are repeatedly reminded of that fact.

I'm not gonna go over all the body language shit I've seen other text posts about it there's plenty of them a lot of focus in this show goes into tiny details where characters are constantly reacting to the world around them, and very rarely do we get lame stretches where anyone's face is just frozen and unflinching while they listen to someone else.

with all due respect to the setting at this point in time the bright moon rebellion is so pathetically anemic it's the two teens, some movie night lesbians, an immortal princess queen, and a bunch of fucking trees.

And you'd think the one carrying the team would be THE IMMORTAL PRINCESS QUEEN, BUT NO, ITS THE FUCKING TREES DOING ALL THE GOD DAMNED WORK

This introduction is fine. I don't particularly like it, nor have any strong feelings about it. It establishes the relationship between glimmer and her mother, but besides that it doesn't honestly do much. And don't come at me with "Uh, all it needs to do is establish that relationship?" Yeah, no shit, but we just had a better introduction to our other lead characters. And yes, those are the MAIN leads, the sort of heart of the show, but that doesn't mean that the other characters are unimportant. Glimmer's development later on is truly interesting, and Bow becomes a massively inspiring character. Fun jokey times are fine or whatever to show that they're immature and don't know the first thing about war, in contrast to our full-blown child soldiers raised from birth in the fright zone, but we really don't learn anything particularly INTERESTING about our best friend squad compadres in their intro, nor do we really see any of it until episode 2, to be frank.

This is something we don't actually see much of-- Catra has this ideal of being a conqueror, but it's very clear that she doesn't want that. Her threats are vapid and aimless-- She can enjoy some chaos, sure, but a shit-stirrer isn't gonna use that feces to build brick shithouses that they never intend to fall.

I think this should have been elaborated on more, personally. Catra is comically terrible with authority, and her plan, as stated later, is to wait it out until her and Adora are the ones calling the shots. But we don't really see what she thinks conquering even looks like, and it's not clear whether that's that she hasn't even imagined it and just likes evil words, or if she genuinely wants to rule with Adora as her Queen.

I gravitate towards the first, but that's partially because I wake up and post shit like "I want to destroy the world and rule its dust" and then forget I posted it when someone likes it 5 minutes later. If she do, in fact, as studies point toward, "be just like me fr," then I fully understand. If not, then I'd like to understand.

aw :(

Fuckin dweeb pulling the "my mom doesn't want me hanging out with you anymore" card

HA! Ah, what a bitch. Anyway, she's lashing out, but it's also quite tragic. A lot of people seem to think Adora IS, in some way, a people pleaser, but in reality she just has such an ingrained and violent sense of justice that she wants to right every wrong she has ever and will ever come across. She believes her validity is tied to what she can provide to the world, and she's got a natural sense of charisma, so it's natural for someone who refuses to blend in and naturally tends to put people off like Catra to have this view of her.

In reality, Adora is just-- a good person. And people LIKE good people. She's not a good person with an asterisk-- a good person with terms and conditions-- someone who falls into the definition of a good person while feeling and being treated like something else. Catra is the "a tomato is a fruit" of good people. Adora is just, like, a 1 dollar costco hotdog of a woman. An inarguable good treading water on this earth, no matter how hard it tries to pull her under.

Imagine falling for a brat with mad hops, like a fucking 50 foot vertical, you say you're too tired to play their favourite board game and they go hang out on your neighbour's roof, couldn't be me. Get fucked I guess

Yeah this is sad. Empathy is very much a learned skill, and people who don't learn empathy don't GET happy FOR people. Catra's not a complete person yet. She's not ready to be. That doesn't happen for a really long time, during an exceptionally long manic spiral. We'll get there, calm down, don't think about how far away that is and how much I've already yammered on.

Anyway, if you find yourself getting jealous or annoyed instead of getting happy for people, consider empathy isn't what you thought it was, and that you might still need to work on yourself.

fucking porno framing. Immensely sexual image, really. These bitches violently gay I suppose, I think I'm picking up on that during this sixth re-watch.

Buddy you got no idea how many problems those two already have you literally lose your little tiara at some point I think it ends up in the middle of a tree in space or something it's kinda unclear

Adora elbows her square in the nose during this so to everyone accusing Catra of physical abuse I just want it to be clear that Adora started it :/

Actually I'd like to retract that joke immediately because I know how people get about these two

My feelings are that they are literally child soldiers who were likely raised sparring each-other.

I was raised sparring other children and I ended up fine! Not for war, for Karate. And I didn't end up fine. And neither did they. Anyway, my point isn't even specifically that because this is sci-fi fantasy it's ridiculous to hold real life standards to it, it's more-so that because it's sci-fi fantasy there's extenuating circumstances that are going to affect how these two characters treat each-other. I'll go into hotter takes later, I'm sure, and get people to send me plenty of death-threats, but I'm gonna go into the nuances of exactly what forms Catra's abuse takes, and how it differs given by the separate circumstances we're shown the two in throughout the show.

my girl when I'm tryna live my best life playing as blue toad in mario 3d world

also holy shit we're only like halfway through this I am an AGONIZING yapper jesus fuck

Okay, what to say about lighthope-- well, their first words are "balance must be restored," far before they say Adora's name, so it somewhat lays out their secret priorities for us there. Besides that, I dunno, they got circuits on them? I don't have particularly strong feelings about lighthope, nor their introduction. I think they serve the setting and are written well, I just subjectively am not a sucker for the way they be. Their friendship with Mara is cute tho

I was gonna point out this is cute and how often I do this exact brat tactic but instead we data moshin, nothin wrong with a little data moshin, I'm down

This is the only reason she even wears a ponytail I'd stake my fuckin life on it

Once she leaves the fright zone that thing's fucking vestigial like a tailbone or having "any pronouns" in your bio when it's pretty clear you're very much a "she/they" type of bitch by now

glimmer why don't your windows have glass

or alternatively

how the fuck do you open and close that window

you can absolutely fucking hear her from this distance what on earth are you trying to pull

you a pillow princess tho how many of those arrows are just hitatchi magic wands attatched to a stick with duct-tape after the series ends do you think

The fuck you mean BOTTOM drawer we lookin at left and right here

or is this similar to my pillow princess comment and she's just addressing him and giving him an order

"Bottom; drawer."

It's established later on that he's a tech wiz but at this point in time they don't really give us much to lead us to the fact that he made that fucking thing

she's a freak

yes it's very sweet that she sleeps this way but I don't think it's some bdsm powerplay thing or anything like that, which would honestly be more tolerable, I think she's just like that

like how the way I'd sit in high school was to get two chairs and face them toward each-other then sit cross-legged across both

even if there weren't enough chairs to go around

people would sit on the FLOOR because I wanted to sit criss-cross-applesauce across two chairs, they wouldn't even ask for one of my chairs

also since I was sitting, again, cross-legged, it would have made more sense for ME to sit on the floor

I mean I think I got asked ONCE for one of the chairs and I just said "fine" but besides that people just let me sit on my fuckin throne

She really is kinda dumb, though. Like I ain't complaining, it's a character trait, but like obviously even if just you get in trouble Catra's gonna get blamed, you've seen it like at least once a month for your whole entire life

Mind you, can't really have Catra for the next part, because Catra's reaction to Bow and Glimmer wouldn't be "just let me have the sword" it'd be murder

oh wow we hit the image limit looks like we're doing TWO SEPARATE POSTS FOR THE VERY FIRST EPISODE YEE-HAW!!!!! THIS IS GOING TO TAKE ME FUCKING FOREVER

[mayomkun]

Finally done with teen wolf rewatch. Phew

[threewaysdivided]

The Shaper of Minds and its possible consequences for a certain character

I have finally joined the rest of the internet in losing my mind over a D&D Podcast - in my case, the wonderful Dan Jones & Dragons.  With Episode 26 due to stream on Dan’s Twitch this week, I really want to talk about some of the stuff that came up across the just-finished Gala sessions because the fallout from that has the potential to be incredibly fraught.

THE SHAPER OF MINDS

The relic the Flower Crowns were going after this mission – The Shaper of Minds – is a potentially fascinating narrative device that might as well have been lab-engineered to be my exact brand of personal nightmare fuel.   It’s a small, ornate brass key that can alter any part of the target’s mental faculties/thoughts/memories at will should the wielder touch it to any part of their victim’s skin.

Now, on one hand, there are a heap of interesting (and even benevolent) applications for a tool like that.  It could instantly grant access to skills, languages and knowledge that would otherwise take a person years of study to learn.  It could be used to sort through and resolve memories that had been faded by time, muddied by trauma or forcibly supressed by magical/medical means.  But on the other…

As described and used in campaign so far, the primary function of the Mindshaper is to alter memories (and the attendant personality) with the target having no awareness that their mind has been changed.  It’s basically gaslighting on steroids, except that where a gaslighting victim still retains their original recollection – and has to be manipulated by their abuser into doubting their own perceptions and instead accepting the alternate telling of events (a cognitive dissonance that can eventually lead the person to recognise the manipulation) – the Shaper of Minds entirely replaces the original recollection of events with the version the wielder wants their victim to perceive.  There is no internal conflict between accounts, no inconsistencies that could alert the victim that someone has broken into their head and rewritten their perceived reality.  The person they reshape you to be is the person you believe you always were.  And all it takes is a single touch.

That is a brand of existential horror that had me on edge all throughout Session 24 (basically from the moment it was implied the key was in play).   Reality may be objective, but each individual person’s internal reality is governed by their perception – their memories – of the events in their life, no matter how incomplete, biased or otherwise skewed that personal perspective may have been.  You have value just by being you because you are not replaceable, but the thing that makes you unique is, in large part, the sum total of those inimitably specific personal memories.  No-one else will perceive the world in exactly the same way you do, and even a few minor changes to just a few of those perceptions can flow on to massive differences in ideals, values, priorities and future choices.  In that regard, the use of the Mindshaper Key isn’t so much an alteration as an obliteration of the victim’s former self and replacement with someone new; even if that new stranger is largely indistinguishable from the original.  And, again, all it takes is a single touch.

[Sidenote:  This made Mister Wick an especially effective antagonist to wield the key, since his Galas functionally trap even targets who are aware of the threat within the rules of high-society behavioural expectations.  Otherwise-innocuous actions like a handshake or private conversation suddenly become incredibly dangerous, while being nigh-impossible for the Flower Crowns to extract themselves from without committing an atrocious faux pas and potentially tipping Wick off.  Perfectly designed stage for a psychological horror-thriller encounter.]

Which of course, brings us to a certain character who fell victim to the key in Episode 24…  [put under the cut for spoiler reasons]

MORENTHAL

This poor Drow, he can never catch a break…

Morenthal may not have been the most mechanically dangerous party member to fall victim to Mister Wick’s manipulations although, given that the key was revealed to let its wielder read existing memories during the alteration, and that all of the Flower Crowns were fully briefed on the locations and nature of the Eversteel artefacts, him getting a hand on any of them could have been very bad plot-wise but from a character point of view I think he’s the one who the key’s effects had the potential to be most personally devastating for.

The way things ended up playing out across Session 25 was precisely the nightmare scenario Gamb was fretting about out of game: Mister Wick forcibly implanted Morenthal’s mind with false memories of being his lifelong trusted confidant and supporter, then – before the Flower Crowns could reverse the key’s effect – Morenthal discovered that Mister Wick had been killed in combat with Coil and Preston, leading to the Party having to physically restrain him so they could use the key to undo the damage, thus confronting Morenthal with the realisation that not only was everything he thought he knew about Jonathan a lie, but in actuality Jonathan had committed possibly the most invasive violation he’d ever been subjected to in order to forcibly make Morenthal into one of his loyal tools.  That level of emotional and mental whiplash would be rough on any character, but for Morenthal it’s particularly brutal because…

Based on what’s been revealed in-game so far, the core of his character is that Morenthal is an abused child.  This most-clearly came up in his conversation with Gelnek in Session 14; he was a child who grew up with nothing, raised by the Bloodletter Mercenaries as a tool instead of a person, and taught to see faces only as targets – with him also mentioning to Hobson in that their “combat training” involved being relentlessly beaten down until he learned to fight back.  During his Session 21 visit with the Nightmother, he openly admits that “nowhere feels safe”.  From that it’s pretty clear to read that Morenthal has never felt unconditionally loved, safe or respected around other mortals.

(This also helps contextualise why he’s so devoted to the Nightmother.  From what little we have seen of his visits to her, Iris is a fond “adult” figure, who does not threaten, does not judge, asks nothing of him aside from his company, and cares equally for all the souls that pass through her domain.  For a child “growing up with nothing” but violence, that would have been everything.)

But then, enter Jonathan fucking Wick.  And now, just for a short while, Morenthal has all these “memories” of Jonathan being there to confide in, encourage him and support his escape from the Bloodletters.  Suddenly he believes someone was there for him and, while the memories might be fake, the feelings of unconditional safety they would have brought were very real.  Little wonder that he started acting like a Trilby-level naive goober around Mister Wick to the point of accidentally snitching on the rest of the group.  Only, then it turns out to be a lie and those memories are gone.

For me, I think one of the worst things Morenthal might end up dealing with in the aftermath of having his memory fixed isn’t the specific feeling of personal betrayal or the potential shame at having been caught: it’s the realisation that he was always alone.   That there was no mortal on the outside who cared or came for him when he needed them – just him and the distant fondness of a Divine.  That would be awful beyond words, and yet the Flower Crowns were forced to inadvertently inflict it upon him in order to restore his mind.  No wonder he wouldn’t look any of them in the eye before the session closed.

Worse still, the nature of the key makes it incredibly hard not only to trust others, but to trust your own mind.  The players and audience above-table know that Morenthal is back to experiencing and remembering reality as it happened, but the question could very well linger for him, bringing with it a hefty dose of paranoia.  Sure, Morenthal correctly remembers that Coil is a straightforward, loyal person who wouldn’t be tempted to tamper with his mind beyond undoing Jonathan’s manipulations… but he “remembered” that about Mister Wick too, and wouldn’t that be a beneficial thing for the Party to have him think?   To Morenthal, people were already Not Safe™, but now the one person he ever believed might be had actually violated him worse than anyone else in order to force and abuse that trust.  How is he supposed to trust anyone if he can’t trust the authenticity of his own recollections.  (I get the feeling that Morenthal probably isn't going to be capable of relaxing until the Shaper of Minds is confirmed to either be locked back safely in the Vaults of Eversteel or fully removed from the Mortal Plane by Six).

It makes it really tragic that all of this came directly on the back of Episode 23, where Gamb revealed during the above-table break chat that - even if Morenthal didn’t recognise why – he unconsciously trusted Trilby and Gelnek enough to jump off the airship without checking that his rope was secure, because deep-down he knew they would catch him.  To go from that high-point to the whiplash of him first thinking the Flower Crowns had killed the only person he was ever “safe” with, then them inadvertently subjecting him to the most painful realisation he could ever experience and potentially leaving him wondering whether he can even trust his feelings about them is absolutely gutting.

I think the thing that scares me most about how the aftermath could potentially play out is another trait that Gamb and Dan have established for Morenthal: he's a flight-risk.   He shies away from letting people get close and, if he feels unsafe enough, he runs.  It’s already been mentioned/implied that he’s considered fleeing the group at multiple different points across the sessions.  And with him likely not feeling safe even in inside his own mind right now, that risk is probably at an all-time high.  The poor lad is staring down the barrel of a potentially-impending multi-level emotional crisis, where a lifetime of instincts will probably be urging him to run hard and fast because People Are Not Safe™.

And the thing is, that instinct isn’t a good one for him either.  Morenthal might have gotten by on his own “just living to be” up until Filgrove, but that feels a lot more like surviving out of necessity than having an actual life.  It’s pretty obvious that he pushes people away as a defence mechanism:  if you don’t care about anyone then you can’t be hurt by them or have those people used against you.  But if you don’t let yourself care and feel things, you’re not really living.  The truly tragic part of his running being a potential foreseeable outcome is that the Flower Crowns are good for Morenthal.  (I doubt Morenthal realises it and can’t speak to Gamb’s above-table thought process but it’s interesting that one potential interpretation of Morenthal’s cynical, faux-apathetic, “stinky” behaviour is that of a former abused child quietly testing the boundaries of whether he’s allowed to exist in a way that’s inconvenient for others, to which the answer from the Party has largely been yes provided he isn’t actively encouraging Trilby to get himself killed, or killing people without explaining himself).  He survived alone before because that was all he knew, but I get the feeling he wouldn’t do so well if he tried to go it solo again after being with people (he’s already confessed that the idea of Feyli being gone makes him miss her).   That’s not a road to walk on his best day, let alone with his current headspace and tendency towards self-destructive choices. 

It reminds me a lot of this article:

“Still, it’s easier for us to keep blaming ourselves because it’s preferable to facing the unthinkable: the fact that our parents don’t love us. …  Most people would rather do anything than accept this as the truth. Not only is it painful; it’s humiliating.”

So yeah, suffice to say I am incredibly concerned about how Morenthal’s arc is going to play out over the next session(s).  Here’s hoping that Gelnek and/or Coil have enough emotional savvy to keep an eye out, and enough patience to stick to him even if he lashes out in attempt to drive them off.  Even if it all works out okay, I get the feeling that this one’s going to be ugly.

Can’t wait to see how everyone chooses to play it ❤️‍🩹

[jellyloveru]

vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv <- vibration due excitement

[thepandalion]

just had to pause mid reading a fic because a character assumed another character's age (as in, assuming they're a kid. which I mean. canonically 14 at the time I guess?) and like. as a person who has that happen to me. I would not allow that to continue to be a conversation

[caeca-iustitia]

Ooo...

I have had an idea...

Mostly for a new verse...

But it ties like... lemme think...

VincentSephirothSleipnirIfalnaGlennAerithRoran

6 or 7 characters together...

But like... nerves, y'know?

It requires me to use other muns muses as launching points from which to create a coherent timeline...

And even conceiving that is daunting...

[nozeferatu]

The Nerd I Dis(Like) has a Huge C**k?!

(tags. AMAB top, nerd, kinda yandere-ie m! oc x AMAB bttm, popular, tsundere-ish reader. mentions of bullying, pregnancy. slight violence. jealous m! oc. rough s*x. no l*be we take dih like men /j. creampie. breeding. bj (character recieving). m! oc loves stalking u. dacryphilia. onesided enemies -> kinda lovers?? characters are in highschool but are of age.)

(note. holyshit first post i hope yall like it iam so sorry for the errors)

(name) smiled brightly as he talked to his peers, excitedly talking about various topics. this was the usual for (name), one of the most popular boys in school. known for his bright smile, cute face, athletic abilities, kindness and intelligence...he's practically the perfect boyfriend! that's why a lot of girls tend to gravitate towards him.

and...one guy to constantly stare at him. (name) felt an irk mark appear on his cheek as he forced a smile, trying to focus on talking to his peers and admirers but god. fkn. damn.

WHEN WILL THAT NERD HIROSHI STOP STARIN' AT 'IM?!

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(name) sighed softly for the umpteenth time today as he sat on a bench after gym class, wiping the sweat from his forehead with a fluffy white towel as he fixed his hair, looking at himself through the dirty classroom window. (name) always tried his best to look perfect and cute as much as possible, he can't help but admit that...

he blushed to himself as he remembered his male peers patting his head, he felt a throb in his pants. he was a slut for attention!! especially when it came from a hot guy with huge muscles and...maybe a huge cock!!! (name) wiped the drool from his lips. oh...but when will that day come?

sure...he appreciates the attention he gets from the girls but...he seriously can't think of them in that light, ever. he tried to once when a girl liked him, but she ended up being more like an elder sister to him after she realized how (name) stared at boys.

"i guess we're both boy-crazy? then, always be your best self, (name)-kun! boys will notice that! (o≧▽≦)ﾉ" yumi-chan said with a happy expression on her face as she pushed (name) to a boy, but he quickly ran back to her, anxious and shy as she chuckled and patted his head.

grr...just thinking about that nerd's name makes (name) angry!! (`へ´*)ノ ever since they were kids, that creep just stared at him!

(name) sighed at the memory. "yumi-chan...i'm always perfect so...why doesn't a boy notice me?!" he sulked out as he hugged his knees on the bench. he pouted to himself as he suddenly remembered...well...there is...one boy that noticed him. a lot. hiroshi yūta.

first day of elementary, stare (*_*).

sports day, stare (*_*).

graduation day, stare (*_*).

middle school bake fest, stare (*_*).

first day of high school, stare (*_*).

the day of (name)'s 18th birthday, stare (*_*).

WHILE GETTING BULLIED BY THE MEAN KIDS, STARE (*_*).

stare. stare. stare. starestarestare—

even now...(name) sweatdropped to himself as he furrowed his brows. hiroshi...was still staring at him from behind a wall. the (color) haired boy's eye twitched. he loved attention. except from this guy!! he never even approaches (name)!! all he does is stare at him!!! he's just a big nerd...

(name) huffed to himself as he stood up and walked back to the field, waving at his male peers with a small blush on his face as they pat his head. ah. heaven...*｡･+(人*´∀`)+･｡*

hiroshi approached the bench, grabbing the towel (name) had used and putting it near his nose, sniffing it softly. "...don't worry, (name)-chan...i'll give you all the attention you need..." he muttered, drooling slightly at (name)'s scent.

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the sun was setting, and almost all of the students were gone. (name), kazuya isagi, and hiroshi yūta were in cleaning duty. (name) hummed to himself as he finished cleaning the hallway, whilst kazuya-kun was at the other end of the hallway and stupid big nerd, hiroshi was in the classroom.

"wait up, (name)." kazuya called out to the shorter boy. (name) turned to look at kazuya-kun, secretly admiring the handsomeness of his male classmate, he shoved his fantasies to the back of his mind as he smiled brightly up at the blonde.

"yes, kazuya-kun?" he asked out softly as kazuya gently grasped his hand that was holding the broom. the taller male then leaned down and pressed a kiss near (name)'s lips. (name)'s grip on the broom weakened, making it clatter on the ground as he flushed up at the contact.

he then stuttered as kazuya pulled away with a blush of his own whilst grinning. "i've been wanting to do that for a while, ha~" kazuya admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "...i like you, (name)." the blonde said in a deep tone.

(name)'s heart thumped in his chest. 'yumi-chan!! it's happening!!! a boy noticed me!!!! thisisthehappiestdayofmylifeican'tbelieveiti'msoreadytogetmybuttfucked!!!!!' (name)'s thoughts ran through 345 miles per hour as he blinked and smiled back at kazuya.

"i like yo—" "(n-name)-chan?" suddenly, hiroshi called out as he stood by the doorway of the classroom. (name) could feel his fantasies shatter in an instant. this. fucking. cockblocker!!! he forced a bright smile on his face as he tilted his head with a crack.

"yes.......?" (name) seethed out as his eye twitched. hiroshi smiled to himself slightly, moving his thick glasses up his nose. "i-it's your turn to clean the board, professor said..." hiroshi lied. "...f-fine! sorry, kazuya-kun...let's talk another time, okay?" (name) said softly as he turned back to kazuya.

the blonde nodded in understanding as he watched (name) walk into the classroom, snatching the board eraser from hiroshi's hand whilst huffing softly. he smiled softly at (name)'s cuteness but he then saw...hiroshi...grinning at him.

hiroshi then approached kazuya, suddenly shoving the male to the ground as he raised his fist and punched the wooden floor next to kazuya's head. he moved his glasses up his nose, kazuya glanced at the deep dent and cracks that hiroshi left on the hardwood floor.

"you got lucky this time...i have bad aim." hiroshi chuckled out as he crouched down to kazuya's terrified face. "man...i think you get the message right? stay away from my (name)-chan." "y-you're sick!! (n-name) wouldn't like whatever you're fucking doing!!" kazuya yelped out as hiroshi grinned.

"you better run before i beat the shit out of you, plus you're taking up my time..." hiroshi sighed as he stood up and adjusted his glasses up his nose.

kazuya stood up and walked backwards, terrified shitless. "t-to do what??"

"...my (name)-chan needs attention." he said with a loving, dark look in his eyes as he walked into the classroom, locking the door as kazuya's running footsteps faded into the background.

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(name) grumbled and scowled to himself as he wiped the board clean, aggression clear in his actions as he pouted. suddenly he felt familiar but very much unwelcomed eyes stare at the back of his head. he then turned around and threw the eraser down on the ground in frustration.

"why the hell do you keep staring at me?! like seriously, do you have no life or something?! it's already horrible that you've been staring at me for more than half of our lives, but now you just ruined my chance of getting with a hot guy!!" (name) rambled out as he huffed and pouted.

he didn't notice that hiroshi had been approaching him and leaned up near his face. (name) snapped his eyes open. "do you still have nothing to say— s-so close!!" he squeaked out as hiroshi's plain black eyes bore deeply into his (color) ones.

"...i'm sorry." hiroshi muttered out as he took off his thick glasses, his bangs falling over his eyes. you furrowed your brows, "what?? about staring at me like a creep?! about ruining my love life forever?!" (name) sulked out as hiroshi slicked back his bangs, revealing his full handsome face.

"i mean for this." he said quietly as he roughly prsssed his lips against (name)'s, his tongue shoved down (name)'s mouth as the boy couldn't even fight for dominance. "m-mmh!~"

hiroshi pressed him against the wall and groped his chest through his shirt, gently squeezing his sensitive nipples, a part of (name) he observed through his years of watching him.

(name) let out a strained but lewd moan from his throat, his eyes teared up as he wasn't really upset that hiroshi was kissing him so roughly...but because...he kinda liked it!!! ew!!!!!

(name)'s eyes then widened as hiroshi pulled away and he got a better view of the...nerd? his face flushed up even more. "h-hot...!!" he gasped out as hiroshi chuckled deeply, kissing (name)'s siightly swollen lips. "thank you...(name)-chan."

"...i must apologize once more. i must take you for myself now before i kill all the boys that like you." "w-what are you—?!" (name) paused as hiroshi took off his uniform top, showing off his shockingly well built, muscular and toned build.

(name)'s eyes shined in shock and desire as he fawned over hiroshi's buff body. was this nerd...secretly his type this whole time?! he never thought this day would come true!!

hiroshi then ripped off (name)'s clothes, making the boy squeak and smack hiroshi's hard chest. "s-so hard!! i-i mean— what are you doing, p-pervert?!" he stammered out as the well built man paused and smiled softly, gently caressing (name)'s face with that stupidly handsome smile on his stupid, nerdy, handsome face!!

"i...i'm sorry. i just can't control myself anymore...i've loved you for almost 10 years straight...ever since the day i saw you...all i could do was stare and bask in your presence. you are like the sun in my eyes...it hurts, but i just can't stop staring. and now...i must take you as my own. to envelop you in my darkness. i'm sorry, (name). that i love you."

hiroshi confessed out in a barely held back tone as he restrained himself from claiming the (color) haired boy then and there. (name) was very, very flustered. he slowly covered his face as he blushed and squealed to himself.

w-why was that so cute?! and why was his heart thumping so hard, harder than it ever has before?! he really...dislikes this nerd!! he then peeked downwards and his eyes almost bulged out of his head. holy. shit.

that...thing, tenting in hiroshi's pants...that...is not...gonna fit him. that thing is gonna kill him!! but holyshit...hiroshi was literally the guy he's always wanted this whole time, and yet it's only now that hiroshi made a move, just right before summer break where they have to go to college?! what...what an...

"y-you're such an idiot!" (name) stuttered out with furrowed brows as he grasped hiroshi's bulge, making hiroshi groan and look at (name) in surprise. "y-you could've been my boyfriend a long time ago if y-you'd just told me! s-so now...don't be an i-idiot and tell me what y-you want, okay?!" he stammered out in a false irritated tone as he dropped down to his knees and gulped.

okay. any closer and this thing is gonna poke his eye. (name) inhaled sharply and unzipped hiroshi's pants and pulled out his large, 10 inch, thick and musky cock, it slapped on his flushed cheek, making him blush. '...this is gonna kill me.' yup, (name). aged 18. he is going to die today.

"i-i'm gonna suck your cock, b-because you obviously just can't walk around w-with a boner r-right?" (name) said with a slightly shy look on his face as he licked the tip of hiroshi's cock experimentally.

suddenly, hiroshi shoved his cock in between (name)'s lips, all 10-inches hitting the back of the boy's throat as he gagged slightly and sucked instinctively. "mmgh~ ngh! hmmph~" he whined out with hiroshi's cock in his mouth, plugging up his mouth.

hiroshi then startes thrusting his hips into (name)'s mouth, his cock leaking precum as he pulled on his hair roughly. "f-fuck...you're so cute, my (name)...your pretty little mouth always knows what to say to make me so. fucking. insane."

he thrusted harder at each period as tears welled up in (name)'s eyes as he abused his warm throat and mouth, but (name), being such a good fucking boy, the boy of his dreams—happily gulped down his pre and even sucked harder as his own cock tented in his pants.

hiroshi shuddered as he felt his orgasm building up, saliva and pre dripping on the ground as he quickened his pace and used (name)'s cute face like the onahole he bought at home that he always imagined was him. he looked down and couldn't believe he was just using (name) like a toy, he fantasized about this day for a really long fucking time...and now...it's finally happening.

and for sure as hell, he ain't letting go.

the muscular man's abs contracted, his cum shooting ropes down (name)'s throat, filling up the cute boy's mouth with his thick, hot cum. "you really are a fucking dream, my (name)-chan...who knew that a virgin like you was so good at suckin' dick..." hiroshi panted out with a grin on his handsome face as he caressed (name)'s face.

(name) felt his heart skip a beat at hiroshi's facial expression, his own cock leaking in his pants as he slowly swallowed hiroshi's load, feeling the man's baby batter slide down his throat. he blushed as he wiped his mouth, trying to compose himself as his heart thumped.

"h-how did you know i'm a virgin?! i-i'm not—" "i stared at you like 25/7 baby, of course i know you're still a virgin. girls always surround you, making everyone think that you're a ladies man but...it's easy to see that you're just a slut for men, aren't ya?" hiroshi teased out as (name) stood up and pouted.

"i-i...well..." "well what? it's true, (name). but...i can't say that i like that part of you...because it makes them attracted to you. it always makes my blood fuckin' boil when i see other men noticing you, touching you...confessing to you...i wanna make ya mine when i see that..."

hiroshi panted out in his deep voice as he stepped forward, pinning the cute boy on a nearby desk as he smiled slyly. "wanna be mine?" he asked with his pitch black eyes curving, huh....who knew hiroshi had a beauty mark under his eye.

(name)'s heart thumped as he stayed silent, he felt his own ass pulsating, like it was saying— do it! let him do you! — he would gladly let him but...why was his heart thumping so bad...and why was he noticing every detail about hiroshi...and...why was he seeing hiroshi's staring...as a good thing?

in fact, for the first time...(name) stared back at hiroshi. dumbfounded and speechless as the taller man chuckled breathily. "i've always wanted you to stare back at me..." he chuckled out, a blush appearing on his face as he covered his mouth.

bang!

cupid just shot a fucking gun through (name)'s heart...because, he's genuinely falling for hiroshi. the nerd he...hmm. the muscular man took a step back as he realized how long (name)'s silence was. he forced a smile on his face as he gulped, his adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"...well. you don't have to. 'm not gonna force you—" "i-idiot...!" (name) sputtered out as he blushed heavily, he then grabbed hiroshi's still hard cock in his hand and shyly placed hiroshi's larger hand on the tent of his pants, he let out a lewd moan...fuck, he was way more sensitive than he thought he was.

but that isn't going to affect what he was going to say! well...he now suddenly felt shy, he closed his eyes and let out an exhale as he stroked hiroshi's cock in his hands, feeling it twitch and leak.

"...this is your fault...i want you to take me now...s-so just do it...! if i go silent or something...i-it's because my mind and heart are racing like crazy! s-so go for it..." (name) opened his eyes to see hiroshi crying softly. he then quickly retracted his hands from hiroshi's penis and wiped his tears.

"e-eh?? i-i'm sorry, did i say something wrong?" (name) asked as he frantically squirmed around and wiped hiroshi's tears, the latter chuckled and grasped his wrists. "...you just...really know what to say..." hiroshi said softly as he looked at (name) with fondness.

that's right, hiroshi yūta...who always stared at him with fondness. who always watched his every move. who notices him. maybe he's the idiot because...the person he's always dreamed of, was just looking at him this whole time.

"i like you too, hiroshi." (name) said softly as he teared up as well, he smacked hiroshi's toned chest. "...idiot." he whispered out as hiroshi chuckled, then it turned into a joyful laugh as he hugged the smaller boy in his muscular arms tightly. (name) smiled too but he covered his mouth, he patted hiroshi's back gently.

"...fuck. i can't hold back now...(name). i'm claiming you as mine." hiroshi then lifted up (name) by his waist and placed him on the teacher's desk, he then ripped (name)'s pants off. the cute boy sputtered, "h-hey! stop ripping all my clothes!"

the nerdy boy merely smiled as he rubbed his long and thick cock on the warm, slightly leaking, virgin hole of his dream boy. he then grasped the latter's smaller cock in his large hand and stroked it slowly, making (name) squirm and moan lewdly, his back arching.

suddenly he felt something entering his untouched hole, he squeaked as hiroshi was proddinh his tip into his tight entrance. "h-hiroshi wait—!! (;゜゜) t-that thing is going to kill me!! i-it's too big..." "you'll be fine, m' love..." hiroshi chuckled out as he slowly entered his tip into (name)'s hole, making (name) groan in pain.

"shit...loosen up a bit, honey...you're squeezing on me..." "h-haah~ oh! h-hiroshi! 'm g-gonna die...~" (name) moaned out in pain and pleasure as 1/4th of hiroshi's cock entered his tight, virgin hole, his own cock twitched uncontrollably in hiroshi's hand.

tears welled up in (name)'s eyes as he felt his mind was melting, his tears streamed down his flushed cheeks. hiroshi's gaze moved to (name)'s crying face and...he felt himself get bigger. the (color) haired boy yelped in shock Σ(; ﾟДﾟ)

he sniffled, "h-how did you get even bigger?!(o･｀Д´･o)!! a-ahn!~" "s-sorry...it's just...when i saw you cryin'...it was really fuckin' hot....(´_ゝ`)" hiroshi stuttered out as he tried to rub off the blush on his face, he wiped (name)'s tears with his palm.

"g-gh...~ i-i can't wait anymore either, h-hiroshi...! a-ah!!~" (name) moaned out in frustration as he shoved himself down on hiroshi's whole cock, hitting all of his good spots, his own cock squirted out cum on hiroshi's hand.

the top let out a sharp breath and low moan as he looked down at his (name) in shock. what a good boy for taking his whole cock...! he started thrusting, slowly getting faster every thrust as he couldn't hold back anymore.

(name)'s moans and mewls and hiroshi's groans and low moans mixed together as hiroshi fucked the shit out of him like an animal. hiroshi panted animalistically as he fucked (name) like two bunnies in heat.

the smaller boy gripped onto hiroshi as he felt the latter's cock repeatedly slam into him like a fucking train, his mind was melting...oh god...why did it seem like hiroshi's dick was getting bigger and bigger..

he hiccuped, smiling shakily as he drooled at the sensation of being filled up and used like an onahole. "m-mmh~ ngh~ h-haah~ hiroshi...~ 'm gonna die...'m so h-happy~ ooh!~" (name) babbled out incoherently as he came one more time, squeezing down on hiroshi's cock.

hiroshi looked down at (name)'s fucked out face, full of bliss as he pressed a gentle kiss to (name)'s lips, contrasting his harsh thrusting. he felt his own high build up as his cock twitched in (name)'s warm hole. "good f'me...so good...g-gonna get you pregnant, hm?" hiroshi groaned out as (name)'s hole clenched down on hiroshi's cock.

the nerdy man's load shot out of his cock, fully filling up deep in (name)'s hole and some even dripping out. (name) drooled as hiroshi kissed him. "i love you, (name)..."

"...s-shut up..." (ーー;ヽ(*´＾｀)ﾉ "l-love you too...shut up now!!"

well...he loves the nerd now too. a lot.

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(a/n. holy crap im so sorry 5his is so bad (ToT) thanks for reading guys ( ´-｀)

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Hi, sorry if this is an insensitive question but I was wondering if you have books by black authors that don't center racism? It's not that I want to live a blissful life not knowing about racism, I'm dark skinned nb woc, racism is part of life. I just noticed that unless it's a romance book, every 'by black authors' book list I find will have all the books with racism being a major theme. As if being a black author means publishing will only sign if you write about racism. I want to read something different, happy and humorous, fantastical, scry, whatever. I don't want every book I read from black authors to be about race the same way I don't want every book by queer authors I read to have homophobia. I got some recommendations before and all of them were like "hilarious book where author talks about racism they faced in a funny way", I feel exhauated. I know different books have to exist but I can't find them when I google.

sorry I'm so charmed by the idea that asking a white bitch for book recs about Black people doing something other than experiencing racism might be insensitive

anyway you're right like!!! a lot of authors of color only get to crack into publishing if they're willing to write about their suffering and be lauded for that and like, cool, bless up for writing that but would be cool to pay attention to stuff that's not all pain and suffering!!

I'm going to caveat to say that some of these will contain, you know, References to racism, especially if they take place in the real world, since Black authors and Black characters are gonna acknowledge that, but I'm not gonna rec like. The Hate U Give where that's The Point, yknow? also a lot of these are still rather dark and grim as novels because of who I am as a person and what I like but I hope will still be helpful. check the content warnings for everything I recommend ever.

ANYWAYYY

gotta shill for Akwaeke Emezi right out of the gate as usual: their most recent novel, Little Rot, is a pitch black thriller that starts with a Nigerian couple breaking up in Lagos and proceeding to have the most evil and deranged weekend anyone has ever had. truly almost content warning in the book for this one, BUTTTTT racism is like. the least of anyone's worries. girl, there are hitmen.

My Sister, the Serial Killer by Oyinkan Braithwaite is another Nigerian novel that's more of a dark comedy about a dutiful older sister who's been cleaning up her impulsive and beautiful younger sister's dead boyfriends for YEARS. shit comes to a head when little sis sets her eyes on a man her older sister likes (who's also her boss!!! gag!!!).

Helen Oyeyemi's novel The Icarus Girl is a quietly creepy horror about a young mixed English girl who visits her mother's Nigerian family and comes back with a commanding, powerful imaginary friend that no one can see, who starts causing terrible things to occur once the family is back home. I was blown away by how well Oyeyemi wrote little Jessamine's POV; really nailed the smart, lonely, anxious child perspective.

Darknesses by Lachelle Seville is a WILD paranormal indie pub that i read earlier this year that's soooo messy and so entertaining. I think I described it as feeling like reading through someone's blog about their OC's? it was a hoot. the basic premise is that a young Black woman named Oasis, physically and mentally scarred from escaping a cult, is working at a bookstore in New York City when she meets another gorgeous Black girl who claims to be in love with her... and also to be an incarnation of Count Dracula.

if we want some high fantasy I really, really love NK Jemisin's Dreamblood Duology, which is set in a fantasy version of ancient Egypt and revolves around a class of priests who utilize the magic of dreams. political intrigue ensues!

love of my life Janelle Monáe curated a collection of short stories called The Memory Librarian, where each story is written by a different author and is inspired by the world of Monáe's album Dirty Computer. Danny Lore's story Nevermind, based on the music video for Pynk, is my #1 favorite thing.

also if we want some nonfiction I truly adore all of Samantha Irby's essay collections so much; there aren't a lot of writers who consistently make me LAUGH laugh but she gets me. her most recent, Quietly Hostile, has some top notch shenanigans re: having to go to the hospital for a very stupid allergic reaction at the height of COVID social distancing.

you may also find inspo here (I know I did!!)

and here (I'm especially intrigued by Meet Me at the Crossroads)

[mimpinightmare]

OOOHHH HECK YEAHHH!!! Definitely need this gentleman to get more screen time~

I need a Prof Focus Episode of him just going silly-nilly with his inventions, and having a 50% chance going wrong at the end. Or Coach tries to make inventions to improve Supa Strikas soccer abilities, as Prof goes on holiday, and Prof comes back to see that the Secret Training Compound is absolutely turned upside down when he was away- (Idk I thought it would be silly-)

(Bonus Points+ if they make focus episodes of him interacting Super Soccer Field geniuses more, like Toni Vern, Coach Black, that professor from Invincible United, any soccer genius really and they for some reason have beef with Prof-)

I don't know you take questions too- If you do, here's my question~:

I usually ask this to plenty Supa Fans here- But which character you wish to comeback as a recurring character in the show??

OOOO, IDKKK

But maybe prof. I LOVE HIM SM. HE'S SO SILLY AND JUST THERE😭 sometimes I just wanna see the silly guy more☹️💗

[3verythingiknowaboutlove]

first fall of snow

how spencer guesses you're pregnant before you actually tell him

fluff word count: 1390 warnings & tags & stuff: pregnant reader, slight issues with mother mentioned?, non-graphic vomiting, mentions/allusions to winter holidays being celebrated, kinda spencer's pov but still 2nd pov, reader is scared spencer will leave her lol, anxious!reader in general, mentions of death?, probably medical inaccuracies ive never been pregnant author's note: hiiii i'm forcing myself to post this because if i don't then i'll never post and i'm being BRAVE. i hope it can be a little comforting maybe. i've realllyyyy been struggling with my take on spencer's characterization lately soo this was kinda like a bootcamp/exercise situation into his mind and less an expression of my writing skills, iykwim. let me know your thoughts if u have any! i love you & have a splendid day!!

Spencer is walking—speed walking—toward his car, away from the case he just finished, away from serial killers and guns and geographical profiling and death.

He places his feet carefully on the snow-covered sidewalk with each step, the cold air biting at his face. He barely notices it, absorbed in the path ahead, as the snow provides a satisfying crunch underfoot—a nice background to his perpetually racing mind.

He doesn’t like the winter. It’s always too harsh outdoors, and too stuffy indoors, and he’s trapped in a suffocating haze no matter where he goes. 

His phone starts to vibrate gently in his pocket, interrupting his racing thoughts for a split second. His pace falters as he pulls it free, a quick smile tugging at the corner of his lips when he sees it’s your name on the screen.

“Hi. How are you?” he asks after picking up, watching his breath come out in puffs of vapor in the cold air.

Winters, however, have gotten progressively better each year he spends with you.

“...I’m okay,” you say, though the crack in your voice reveals the all-consuming ache in your bones and mind.

“No. You’re overwhelmed,” he guesses in his matter-of-fact way, voice gentle. You huff out a soft laugh at his ability to read you, never getting old.

“Yeah, I guess. A little. The holiday season, you know. Are you on your way home?” you ask, voice softer now. You’re sitting on the couch of yours and Spencer’s cozy apartment, wrestling with a blanket to cover your lap, and bouncing your leg relentlessly.

“I’m walking to the car now. Hey, have you done the crossword today?” Spencer asks, words a familiar, tender remedy for your nerves. You told him a long time ago that hearing his voice makes you feel better, and there are times, like these, where he just knows it’s what you need. You rest our head on the arm of the couch, curling up.

“No, I didn’t have the time. Why?”

“There was an interesting question about causes of death in Shakespeare plays, but they completely messed up the part of speech. It read, ‘Popular ways to die by the hands of England’s national poet’. I thought it was ‘poisons’ at first, but it was actually ‘stabbed’, even though the correct answer grammatically should’ve been ‘stabs’ or ‘stabbings’,” he says, his car now in sight through the steady sprinkle of snow coming down. “Do you think I should send an email to let them know? I guess stabbing does make more sense, though, versus poison, because throughout his works, thirty characters out of his 74 that died were stabbed compared to only four that were poisoned. Three were stabbed and poisoned. Did you know that two were actually baked into pies, which is a-”

“Oh my god, the pie,” you groan, cutting him off mid-sentence, sitting up hastily, the blanket falling to the floor.

“Pie?”

“Yeah. My mom coerced me into making it to bring tomorrow.” You pad over to the kitchen and crouch down to peek through the hazy glass of the oven, inspecting it. “Oh,” you murmur. “It’s…not pretty.”

He sandwiches the phone in between his ear and shoulder, gently opening the door to his car to sit down as he listens to you. He turns the heat on, exhaling in an exhausted relief, hovering his hand over where the air comes out. 

“Can you tell me what it looks like? Maybe I can help,” he suggests, leaning back against the headrest and letting his eyes close for a second. You put the phone on speaker, setting it on the counter as you bend down to take it out. “Don’t burn yourself,” he adds, hearing what you’re doing.

“I’m not going to burn my-” you cut yourself off with a huff. “Whatever. It’s just really messy. There’s like… liquid overflowing where the lattice should be.”

He hums. “How long has it been cooking for?”

“45 minutes. My mom sent me this one ancient recipe that I had to use written on parchment paper from like 70 years ago, and it does not have a bake time listed, so I’m just eyeballing it.”

“Okay. You could either put it back in the oven in hopes that more of the liquid will evaporate, or you can leave it out to cool down and hopefully thicken,” he says.

“What do you think I should do?”

“I think you sound exhausted and need your sleep.” 

You sigh, staring at your mess of a pie, hopes that you’ll appease your mother this year slipping further and further away, soon to be completely buried by the snow.

“Hey. I’m sure it’ll taste really good. Besides, people still liked Shakespeare, and he wrote about much worse pies than you could ever make.” 

A smile pulls at your lips.

“Yeah. Okay. I’ll just leave it out to cool and head to bed. Will you stay on the phone a little longer?” you ask, padding over to your shared bedroom.

“Of course.”

He doesn’t start driving as you talk, not when nearly 2000 people die per year due to driving on icy roads, and two thirds of them were people who were reported to not be paying close enough attention.

And especially not when 54 hours ago on your last phone call, he noticed a drastic shift in your behavior, and was quickly able to tell that you were pregnant. 

He had too much waiting for him at home to be spinning out on black ice because he was talking to you and not watching the road.

He chooses instead to look outside at the falling snow, blanketing the city, his city, the very first for D.C. to have this winter out of the septillion snowflakes planet earth receives each year.

…

Spencer gets home a little later that night, holding another pint of cherries in his hands. Not for the pie—which he turns to see resting on the stove and winces slightly at—but for you. 

Cherries, with their 342 mg of potassium per cup, help replenish lost electrolytes and can soothe nausea.

He’s expecting it to start any day now.

He quietly steps into the bedroom, setting his bag by the door to be dealt with tomorrow. The soft glow of the lamp that was left on, presumably for him by your endlessly considerate heart, provides just enough light so he can get changed. He then finally clambers into bed next to you, one hand reaching out to lace in your hair, moving his fingers to gently scratch by the nape of your neck. He lifts the other to rest, like you're made of a delicate china, on your lower stomach, sighing in pure relief the second it makes contact.

You turn sleepily, humming when you’re met with the sight of him. “Spence,” you murmur, contented.

“Hi. I really didn’t mean to wake you up. I’m sorry,” he says, so quietly.

“I'm glad you did. I like it when you wake me.” You tuck yourself closer to him. “I love you.” His hand comes to trace gentle patterns all over your back and arm, and he gives you a little kiss, adoringly.

“Go back to sleep. I love you.”

You let your eyes shut once again, this time much easier now that he’s with you. You inhale his scent, which you swear could repair anything broken or lost in this world. You exhale, wondering if he’d still hold you the same way after learning that you’re carrying his child. 

It’s a scary thought, but you’re comforted by his warm touch, pushing you farther out into the deep sea of sleep.

Once your breaths get steady and your mouth parts slightly, he adds, in a whisper, “Both.”

…

The next morning, when you’re hunched over the toilet bowl, Spencer is there with you, rubbing your back and wiping your teary eyes. You look up to him after brushing your teeth, and no words are exchanged. He tugs you into his arms, silently quelling any of the countless anxieties swarming your mind, at least in this moment.

His hand comes up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. He lets it rest there, cupping your jaw.

“Let’s go shopping after breakfast today, okay? You need prenatal vitamins.” He presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

“And a new pie.”

[pitlanepeach]

The Long Way Home I Chapter Three

Oscar Piastri x Harper Grace (OFC)

Summary — When Harper, a kind girl with a guarded heart, meets rising karting star Oscar Piastri at their English boarding school, sparks fly.

It only takes one silly moment of teenaged love for their lives to change forever.

Warnings — Teenage love, growing up together, falling in love, teen pregnancy, no explicit scenes when the characters are underaged (obviously??), strong language, manipulative parents, past death of a parent, dyscalculia, hardly any angst, slice-of-life basically!

Notes — Are you ready? Because I'm not ready.

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Harper regretted everything the minute they hit the incline.

"This was your idea," Oscar said, not even out of breath.

"I hate that you're actually good at this," she wheezed.

He grinned and reached for her wrist mid-stride. "We can stop."

"No." She panted. "If I stop now, I'll never start again. They'll have to airlift me out."

They were deep in the woods behind the school, the quiet part where no one really went except Oscar when he was doing his trainer-mandated endurance runs three times a week. It smelled like wet moss and pine needles and early autumn.

He slowed to a walk, just enough for her to match pace, then slung an arm lazily around her shoulders. She leaned into it, grateful and exhausted and warm in a way that had nothing to do with her temperature.

They didn't say anything for a while. Just breathed. Let the trees hush them.

Then, softly, "This is where I come when I need to think," he said.

Harper glanced up at him. "Or avoid people?"

"Same thing."

She smiled and nudged him. "You've been doing that more lately."

He shrugged. "It's been... a lot. Winning the British championship. Leading the WSK. Talking to teams. My dad's getting anxious about sponsors."

"And Mark?"

"Always calm. But I can tell he's pushing a bit harder now. It's all getting a bit more serious."

She nodded, quietly. "Yeah."

They walked until they hit a small clearing; soft grass, dappled light, the faint hum of wind through the trees.

Oscar dropped to the ground first, tugging her with him, and Harper let herself fall beside him. Their fingers tangled without thought. Her heartbeat still hadn't slowed.

"You really hate running, huh?" He teased.

She turned her head toward him. "I don't hate it."

He raised a brow.

"Okay, fine. I hate it. But I like being with you," she said, eyes soft.

Oscar looked at her for a long moment. His gaze dropped to her lips, then back to her eyes. "That's a good enough reason to torture yourself?"

She nodded.

He leaned in and brushed his lips against herself and she giggled breathily against him, shifting to her knees and pressing close to him.

And when she whispered, "Can we... just stay here a while?" He nodded, no questions, no pressure, just a gentle hand on the curve of her back.

They didn't... plan it.

They didn't even really speak about it as it happened.

They moved the way they always did — with instinct and quiet understanding, with laughter in the middle and too many nerves and awkward fumbling that quickly gave way to something softer.

They were teenagers, yes. But more than that — in that pretty little clearing, they became each other's firsts. And it wasn't perfect. It was fumbled and awkward and probably a bit out of order — but it felt right.

It felt like theirs.

Afterwards, they lay tangled in the grass and the quiet, Oscar drawing invisible lines on her shoulder, Harper tucked into his side like she belonged there and nowhere else.

"I don't think anything has ever felt that perfect," she whispered.

He kissed her again. But her lip. Made her giggle as he said, "You made it perfect."

—

Harper tiptoed into their bedroom just past curfew, hair messy, hoodie zipped up to her chin, and a dazed sort of softness clinging to her features like afterglow.

Jane was already in bed, face masked, glasses on, reading some dystopian paperback with a wildly dramatic title. She didn't look up.

"I know what you did," she sung.

Harper froze halfway across the room. "What?"

Jane turned a page. "Please. You've got pine needles in your hair and your skirt is on backwards.'"

Harper flushed. "Oh my God."

Jane finally looked at her. "Was it good?"

"...Yeah," Harper whispered, and then suddenly grinned, wide and a little overwhelmed. "Yeah, it was."

Jane set her book down and patted the edge of her bed. "Come here and tell me everything, you naughty, terrible girl."

Harper crossed the room in two steps, crawled under Jane's blanket like they were twelve again, and for the first time in a long time, let herself glow.

—

Monday morning, Harper's phone buzzed with a new message. She glanced down to see the sender: Viard Admissions.

Opening it felt like swallowing a stone.

The email was clinical, polite — an official acceptance letter to the elite boarding school in Switzerland her mother had threatened. Lines about curriculum, dates, and fees, but beneath every word, Harper could feel the cold weight of control.

She stared at the screen, heart sinking.

The rest of the day was a blur. Her smiles felt forced. Her laughs, hollow.

At lunch, she barely touched her food. During math tutoring, her mind floated, distracted by the looming exile.

Oscar noticed.

He cornered her between classes, hands stuffed in his pockets, brows furrowed.

"Hey," he said gently, "you've been off all day. What's wrong?"

Harper shook her head, trying to hide the tightness in her throat.

Oscar stepped closer, lowering his voice. "You can tell me."

She hesitated, then finally exhaled. "My mum." she admitted, voice cracking. "She emailed my mu acceptance letter. To that school in Switzerland she was threatening me with the other week."

Oscar's jaw tightened. "That's shit," he said.

"Yeah," Harper whispered. "I feel like I've found somewhere I belong, and now she's trying to take it away."

Oscar reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "You do belong," he said firmly. "Here. With me. And with our friends. People who care about you."

Harper blinked back tears, the knot inside her loosening just a little. "Thanks, Osc," she said softly.

He smiled, squeezing her hand. "We'll figure it out, yeah? Together."

—

Saturday evening, their bedroom was buzzing with whispered giggles and the fresh scent of cucumber.

Harper and Jane lounged on the floor, wrapped in fluffy blankets, their faces slick with a honey-avocado facemask as they binge-watched Mean Girls for the third time that week on Jane's laptop.

"Oi, we're coming in!" Matt's voice boomed from outside their door.

The door swung open to reveal Matt, Sam, and Alfie — each armed with their own packets of face masks and towels, looking both sheepish and excited.

"Um, what the hell are you guys doing here?" Jane asked, raising an eyebrow at them.

"We're your new beauty consultants," Sam grinned, holding up a jar of what looked like expensive aloe mask (which he'd definitely stolen from whichever girl he was currently dating).

Alfie was already spreading a pink goo over his cheeks, looking hilariously out of place in the girls' soft dorm lighting.

Harper laughed despite herself. 

"Fine. Whatever. But only if you promise not to mess up the blankets," Jane bargained.

Matt plopped down on the floor, slapping a bit of mask on his nose and grinning. "Deal."

The night unfolded with half-serious skincare advice, sarcastic commentary on Mean Girls, and a lot of laughter.

At one point, Alfie tried to reenact the "You can't sit with us" line — but with a face mask so thick it practically obscured his words.

Harper messages Oscar a sneaky picture she'd taken of them.

Oscar: I asked them to keep an eye on you. Sry if they were annoying lol. Wish I was there x

Harper stared at the message and pulled her knees up to her chest with a hitched smile. 

Harper: Thank you. Love you

She held her breath as he typed.

Oscar: Love you too.

And it was that easy.

—

Jane's birthday was always celebrated in style.

The music thrummed through the room, warm and electric. Harper spotted Oscar across the room, his eyes locking onto hers with something intense — a mix of nerves and something more.

He moved toward her, hand reaching out gently to take hers. She didn't hesitate.

They stepped onto the dance floor, bodies close but careful, hearts pounding louder than the beat.

Oscar's hand found her waist, steady and reassuring. Harper's fingers curled lightly around his neck, breath catching in her throat.

They swayed together, the world narrowing to just the two of them — the noise, the lights, the rest all fading away.

His gaze dropped to her lips, and Harper's pulse quickened. When their lips met, it was soft at first — tentative, like testing the water.

But the kiss deepened, filled with all the restless energy and longing they'd been holding back.

They pulled apart slowly, foreheads resting together, breaths mingling in the quiet space between them.

"Happy birthday, Jane," Harper whispered, smiling shyly.

Oscar grinned, his fingers brushing a stray hair behind her ear. "Best party ever."

—

The door clicked softly behind them as Oscar guided Harper inside his bedroom, a quiet grin tugging at his lips.

She pointedly ignored the insane amount of mess.

"If you get caught here, we're both fucked," he whispered, pulling her close.

"I won't get caught," Harper replied, snuggling into his side as they settled onto the rumpled bed.

Oscar wrapped an arm around her and tugged her flush against him.

Then Harper shifted, her voice soft but animated. "I started this new coding camp online. It's... complicated, but kind of awesome."

Oscar tilted his head, interested. "Yeah? What's it teaching you?"

"How to build games. It's a bit elementary, but I'm learning how to work with CSS more efficiently."

Oscar smiled, fingers tracing slow circles on her arm. He had absolutely no idea what she was talking about. "That's pretty cool."

Harper hummed. "I know. I'll show you the video game when it's done. Won't be anything special, but it'll still be cool."

Oscar pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. "I'm glad you're here."

Harper nodded, resting her head against his chest. "Me too."

—

Harper's stomach churned as she made her way through the quiet halls toward the headmaster's office. Her mind raced with possibilities — had her mum found out about  the late-night escapades? Had somebody seen her sneaking out of the boys dorm? Was she in trouble?

She knocked lightly, then stepped inside.

The headmaster looked up, a warm smile on his face. "Harper, come in. Have a seat."

Her heart pounded, but she took the chair offered.

"I wanted to talk to you because I've been hearing some very good things," he said. "Your math level has improved significantly over the course of the term — and I understand that with dyscalculia, this is something to be very proud of."

Harper blinked, surprised.

"I understand that there's been some study sessions with a few of your classmates during your free time in the common rooms. A few teachers found the pinned-up schedules amusing. But that kind of initiative is impressive."

She let out a relieved breath, a smile tugging at her lips. "Thank you, sir."

"It really is a fantastic turn around, Harper. Keep it up."

As she left the office, the tension eased from her shoulders.

Maybe things were looking up after all.

—

Oscar sat on the sofa in the common room, phone balanced on his knee, his parents' faces bright on the screen.

"It's been great to hear from you, mate," his dad said, smiling.

Oscar grinned. "Yeah. You too."

The door opened softly, and Harper stepped inside, still catching her breath from P.E., cheeks flushed.

She paused, then eased herself down next to Oscar, curling up against his side.

Oscar glanced at the screen and said, "Harper's here."

Oscar's mum smiled warmly. "Hello, Harper, sweetheart."

"Hi," Harper murmured, closing her eyes and resting her head on Oscar's shoulder.

Oscar slipped an arm around her, fingers gently brushing her hair.

The conversation continued quietly, but Harper drifted off, the soft rhythm of Oscar's voice and the warmth of the room lulling her into a calm nap.

—

The cafeteria was quiet, soft morning light filtering through the windows. Harper sat at their small table, pushing her usual bowl of Weetabix aside.

"I'm not really feeling up for that," she said softly. "Just some toast, yeah?"

Oscar looked up from his cereal, eyebrows knitting together in quiet concern but not pressing. "Yeah. Yeah, of course," he said, sliding a plate across to her. "Whatever you want."

Harper nibbled at the edges, her stomach twisting uncomfortably, but she shrugged it off.

"Just feel a bit gross, probably nothing," she muttered, a bit frustrated. "Maybe it was that chilli we had last night. It tasted weird."

Oscar reached over, brushing a stray lock of hair from her forehead. "If you want, I can find you some ginger tea? My mum always made me drink it when I got sick."

She smiled faintly, grateful for the thought. "I'll be fine. Thanks, though."

She shuffled closer to him throughout breakfast, until she was practically on his lap as the ready of the sleepy students came pouring in.

Jane slammed her tray down on the table and said, "Can you believe that the prom theme is going to be 'Pirates'. I mean — who the hell came up with that?"

Harper giggled against Oscar's shoulder.

—

The bell had just rung, and students spilled into the hallway. Harper was making her way slowly toward the common room when she spotted Oscar waiting near the door.

He caught her eye immediately and fell into step beside her.

"You feeling okay?" He asked quietly, voice low enough that no one else could hear.

Harper shrugged, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Better. Still a bit off, but it's nothing."

Oscar studied her for a moment, concern softening his features. "Want me to walk you back to your dorm? Or maybe grab some fresh air?"

She nodded, grateful for the offer. "Yeah, that'd be good."

They walked together, the afternoon sun warm on their backs, and Harper leaned just a little closer to him.

—

The last weeks of the school year felt heavier somehow — classes wrapped up, corridors buzzing with end-of-year chatter, but Harper's thoughts kept drifting.

She sat beside Oscar on the astroturf, the chill in the air making them both pull their jackets tighter.

"Four weeks," she murmured, voice soft. "That's how long you'll be gone."

Oscar nodded, eyes tracing the frost on the pitch. "I know. It'll feel like forever."

Harper looked down at her hands, twisting the little rope bracelet Oscar had given her. It was black and white; the colours of a chequered flag. The finish line.

"I'm going to miss you," she admitted, the words tasting strange but true.

Oscar reached over, fingers brushing hers. "I'll miss you too. But it's not forever. We've got FaceTime, texts..."

She smiled faintly, though the lump in her throat didn't go away. "Promise you won't forget about me," she said, voice barely above a whisper. It was ridiculous, but she was feeling just a tiny bit delicate.

"I promise, babe," Oscar said, squeezing her hand.

She took a deep breath and let his words settle something in her chest.

—

The snow had started falling just before dusk, blanketing the city in soft white as Harper and her mother walked briskly up Fifth Avenue. The holiday lights sparkled across shop windows, casting golden reflections against the ice-slicked pavement. It should have felt magical — it usually did — but this year, everything felt off.

Her mother was walking a few steps ahead, as always. Perfect posture, sleek gloves, eyes forward like she was leading a press conference instead of walking to her parents' townhouse.

"Straighten your scarf," she said without looking back. "You're not ten."

Harper didn't answer. She just adjusted the scarf, more out of habit than compliance.

Her grandparents' house was beautiful in that cold, museum-like way — all polished marble and antique chandeliers. They were kind enough, but Harper always felt like a stranger to them.

Dinner was stiff. Conversation danced around neutral topics — school, future plans, the weather in London — but never quite landed. Harper could feel her mother's eyes on her every time she spoke, like she was a sentence away from saying something inappropriate.

When dessert was served, Harper quietly excused herself and climbed the stairs to the guest bedroom, her phone already in hand.

She laid across the bedspread, scrolling through old photos of her and Oscar — blurry selfies after he'd climbed out of his kart, the one where he'd fallen asleep during a maths session, the video of him trying orange marmalade for the first time and gagging like it was poison.

Her chest ached.

There was a message waiting for her.

Oscar: Made it to the beach before Mum could shove a Santa hat on me. Send help. Miss you.

She smiled, blinking hard.

Harper: You'd better FaceTime me tomorrow. Or I swear I'll swim to Australia just to see you.

—

Harper sat cross-legged on the guest bed, the soft hum of New York traffic muffled by snow and distance. Laughter floated up faintly from the living room downstairs — the clink of glasses, her grandfather's booming voice, her mother's delicate laugh, like porcelain.

She stared at her phone until it buzzed, the screen lighting up with one name.

FaceTime Incoming: Oscar

She answered immediately.

Oscar's face appeared, backlit by sunshine. He was sitting outside, shirtless and tanned, with the ocean glinting behind him.

"Merry Christmas," he said, grinning.

Harper smiled, the tightness in her chest easing a little just at the sound of his voice. "Merry Christmas, beach boy."

"Snow yet?"

"Everything's white. Including the tablecloth. And every single guest."

He huffed out a dry laugh. "You okay?"

Harper nodded, though it wasn't entirely true. "Better now."

He looked at her through the screen, really looked. "It's been weird not seeing you almost every day."

"It's horrible," she admitted, flopping back on the bed and bringing the phone with her. "She made me wear this velvet dress that itches like hell. I would sell my soul for a hoodie and one of your perfect plates of breakfast toast."

Oscar chuckled, lying back on a sun chair, mirroring her position. "We had a barbecue. Dad burned the sausages. Classic."

There was a pause — not awkward, but full.

"I miss you," Harper said softly, picking at a fraying thread on the sleeve of her dress.

"I miss you too," Oscar replied, quieter this time.

Neither of them said it, but it hung in the space between them: I love you — unspoken, but understood.

"We'll be back home soon," she said, more to herself than to him.

"Ten days."

"Not like I'm counting."

Oscar smiled. "I'll call you tonight. Properly. When the house is quiet."

"Okay."

"Go be elegant and miserable," he teased.

"And you go burn in the sun."

"I'm wearing SPF."

She smiled again, softer now, the ache still there, but bearable.

"Bye, Osc."

"Bye, Harps."

—

The train ride had been long. The platform cold. And Harper's suitcase wheel had started squeaking halfway across campus.

But none of that mattered the second she saw him.

He was already there — leaning against the gate near the common room, hoodie half-zipped, hair sun-lightened from two weeks under the Australian sky. He looked taller. Or maybe she just missed him that much.

Oscar straightened the second their eyes met.

Neither of them said anything at first. He just stepped forward and took her suitcase handle from her hand like it was second nature, like she hadn't been gone for 28 days, 16 FaceTimes, and countless messages.

Harper looked up at him, trying to smile but it wobbled. "Hey."

"Hi," he said, and his voice caught on it.

She opened her arms before she could think better of it, and he pulled her into him like he'd been holding his breath since December.

His nose tucked against her temple. "You're freezing," he murmured.

"You're warm," she whispered back.

They stood there for a while, unmoving, while students bustled past with post-holiday energy and distant laughter filled the air. None of it touched them.

Finally, Harper leaned back just enough to look up at him. "You got taller."

"You got sadder," he said gently. "But you're back now."

She nodded, eyes stinging. "I missed this."

"I missed you."

They didn't kiss — not here, not in-front of everyone — but his hand found hers and didn't let go as they walked the familiar path toward the dorms.

Back to routine. Back to toast and maths study and Astro nights and quiet, stolen moments.

Back to where they belonged.

—

Harper was half-draped across Jane's bed, a leftover Quality Street melting on her tongue, while Jane rooted through her suitcase with dramatic flair.

"I forgot how depressing the lighting is in this room," Jane muttered. "It's like they want us to slowly wilt."

"You're very tan though," Harper said through a yawn. "So it looks fine."

Jane straightened up triumphantly, holding up a pink silk scrunchie like it was a crown jewel. "There it is."

Harper blinked. "That's what you were hunting for?"

"Excuse you — this scrunchie survived the Atlantic Ocean." Jane dropped it on her desk and flopped beside Harper. "I swam on Christmas Day. It was freezing. I highly recommend getting your period before beach season. It was the first year I didn't have to stress about leaking in the Mediterranean and attracting sharks."

Harper smiled, but it didn't quite reach her eyes.

A beat.

And then another.

And then—

Her face drained of colour.

"Oh."

Jane tilted her head. "What?"

Harper sat up, very suddenly, like the air had gone too tight. "I haven't... I haven't had mine."

Jane blinked. "Like—"

"I didn't think about it, I just—" Harper's voice trailed off as she stared at the wall. "I've felt sick. Tired. I haven't wanted my Weetabix."

Jane was still for a beat, then reached out and put a steadying hand on Harper's knee. "Okay. Breathe. It could be stress. Travel. Life."

Harper nodded slowly, but her brain was moving a million miles an hour. "Yeah. Yeah. Totally. Stress."

But Jane could see it in her eyes.

That switch had flipped.

Something inside Harper knew — whether or not she was ready to say it out loud.

—

She didn't knock.

She didn't even hesitate.

Harper shoved open the door to the boys' dorm common room, heart in her throat, fingers trembling, her mind screaming in spirals. Oscar was on the floor with Alfie and Matt, half-focused on a Mario Kart match, hoodie sleeves pushed to his elbows, looking so calm it almost made her dizzy.

He looked up immediately.

And stood up faster than she'd ever seen him move.

"Hey— Harps?"

She just stared at him for a second, trying to speak, trying to make the words form. She couldn't do this with anyone else. Only him.

"I—" Her voice broke. "Can we talk? Please?"

"Yeah. Of course." He was already crossing the room, grabbing her hand, guiding her down the hallway toward his room without another word. The door closed behind them with a soft click.

Oscar turned to her, brows knit with concern. "What happened? What's wrong?"

She opened her mouth, closed it, then forced the words out before she could second guess them.

"I think I might be pregnant."

Silence.

Not judgment, not panic — just... stillness. The way Oscar always went quiet before a race, centring himself.

Harper blinked fast. "I haven't had my period. I've been nauseous, tired, my brain's a mess. And I didn't notice— I didn't think—" Her voice cracked. "I'm not saying I am. But I might be. And I don't know what to do."

Oscar stepped forward and gently took her hands in his, grounding her.

"Okay," he said simply, his voice steady. "Fuck. Okay. We'll figure this out."

Harper let out a breath she didn't realise she'd been holding. "I didn't know what to do. I just panicked."

Oscar's eyes softened. "Yeah but you did the right thing. You came to me."

She nodded, chest tight, and leaned into him. His arms wrapped around her without hesitation, warm and sure.

"Whatever happens," he murmured, "we'll handle it."

Harper sniffled. "I'm fifteen, Oscar. Fifteen."

He closer his eyes. "Shit, yeah. I know. Me too." He laughed. 

Nothing about this situation was funny.

She couldn't help but laugh too, a warped, wet kind of sound. 

—

The chemist in the village was almost empty. Harper kept her head down, winter hat pulled low, scarf wrapped high. Oscar stood beside her, tall and quiet, his hoodie sleeves tugged nervously over his hands. He didn't say much — didn't need to — just waited beside her.

They didn't look at the packaging too long. Just grabbed the one that looked familiar, Oscar paid in cash, and they left without a word.

—

Back at school, they slipped into the small student toilet block behind the science building — the one Oscar had jimmied the lock on once during a thunderstorm. It was quiet. Private. The only place that didn't feel like it had ears and eyes everywhere.

Harper set the box down on the sink with trembling hands.

"You don't have to stay," she whispered.

Oscar shook his head. "I'm not going anywhere."

She nodded. "Okay."

She went in, closed the door, and a moment later, came back out holding the test in shaking fingers. He didn't look at it. He just held her free hand and guided her to sit on the windowsill.

They set it down on the ledge between them.

A timer on Oscar's phone started counting down.

Two minutes.

Neither of them spoke.

Oscar's thumb stroked the inside of her palm, rhythmic and slow.

Harper stared at the test, as if watching it would make it kinder.

Her voice was barely a breath. "I'm scared."

"I know," Oscar said. "Me too."

Thirty seconds left.

The world outside the window was silver-grey, students scattered across the grass in the distance, oblivious. Everything felt fragile.

Fifteen seconds.

Ten.

Five.

Harper's grip tightened.

"Do we look?" She asked.

Oscar nodded once. "Together."

She reached for the test with trembling fingers.

—

The rain had started again. A soft pattering against the windows that filled the silence like a lullaby.

Oscar lay behind her on her narrow dorm bed, one arm around her waist, the other tucked beneath his head. Harper was curled into herself, facing the wall, her fingers gripping the edge of the duvet like it might keep her from floating away.

He hadn't said much when she showed him the test. Just took one look at her face, reached out, and pulled her into him.

Now he was just holding her.

Breathing with her.

Letting her be silent.

Her cheek was damp against the pillow, but she wasn't crying anymore. She felt wrung out, like all the air had been squeezed from her lungs, like her bones were vibrating with too many thoughts that had nowhere to go.

Oscar pressed his nose into the back of her shoulder. His voice was a whisper. "It's going to be okay."

She didn't answer. Just nodded once.

He didn't say it to convince her. He said it because it was the only thing he could offer — his calm. His presence. His belief in her, in them, in the idea that they'd somehow survive this.

His hand slid down to rest gently over hers.

She swallowed hard. "I don't know how far along I am."

"We'll figure it out."

She turned in his arms then, finally facing him, her eyes red-rimmed and tired. "I don't feel like a real person right now."

Oscar blinked slowly, brushing her hair back from her forehead. "Yeah. I feel a bit out of it too."

She let out a small, watery laugh. 

And then she tucked her head into his chest, and he held her tighter, as if he could anchor her to something solid.

Outside, the rain kept falling.

Inside, it was quiet.

NEXT CHAPTER

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Hc's of One Piece Men as dad's / having a pregnant S/O pt. 2

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List of characters: Shanks, Buggy, Mihawk, Crocodile, Doflamingo.

Tw: Pregnancy.

Fluff, perhaps angst. A tiny bit of suggestive with Doflamingo.

Second post. I saw my first had more attention than I expected it to (I trully expected it to flop)

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★ Shanks was probably drunk when you broke the news to him.

★ Thought it was a joke. Refused to believe you for a whole while until you either cried or showed him a valid proof.

★ After that he tried to recompose himself, said he needed time, and locked himself in his quarters for hours on end, almost entire days.

★ Wondered everything after that. He got some close calls before, but it seems he took life for granted and now he had to assume the consequences of his actions.

★ By this he meant adhere to whatever choice you made without complaint.

★ As if resignated to his destiny, he went to look for you.

★ Finding out you were heartbroken, already having him read like a book and knowing what was going on on his mind.

★ Guilt striked. He was as guilty in this situation but left the burden 100% in your shoulders.

★ He sat by your side, his arm hugging your shoulder.

★ "I know I'm an asshole" he chucked. "Can we try our bests?"

★ Naturally bad at baby stuff, doing things with one hand is harder.

★ This man sleeps like a log. Could sleep through the baby crying the whole night. You have to probably kick him to wake him up.

★ Brings A LOT of gifts after each adventure. Toys, tales, clothes, exotic souveniers from his journeys. And of course, some gifts to you too.

★ Refused to take you on his ship. Basically pays child support for you and the baby and visits whenever he can.

Buggy The Clown:

★ He basically drained all the color from his painted face. Became a mime.

★ Couldn't process it. Face contorted in shock, as if Gold D. Roger's ghost was standing behind you.

★ Took you in his ship while he decided what to do about it. Nobody in his crew could agree on something, so he had to actually think himself.

★ "I should leave them on a island.... perhaps I should pay child support." ... "Like hell I'm paying for that child!" ... "But well, I'm already an emperor, nobody would dare to bother us." ... "NO, DEFFINETLY NOT."

★ In the end you had to calm him down, he tried to pretend nothing was wrong, and that he had everything under control. But you knew how anxious he really was.

★ In the end, you both decided to try it out.

★ He actually was insanely anxious about how that baby would look. He hoped it looked like you, he couldn't forgive himself if it was born with that ugly red nose and ridicule blue hair.

★ Somehow, he is good with children. Knows how to make them stop crying, would make your baby laugh a lot.

★ His devil fruit let's him multitask and take care of the baby even if he is not actually present in the room. Usually uses it to tend the crying child while he can still be the little spoon in bed with you.

★ That baby is absolutely everyone's problem. Everybody just knows it has the recipe of trouble. It has Buggy's genes.

★ Probably pannicked even more than you during the delivery.

★ Proceeded to parade his new born like it was the Lion King.

★ Would actually get jelous from his own child due to how many attention it demands from you. "Hey. You seem to forget someone here." He says as he basically climbs to your side in the bed to seek your affection.

Dracule Mihawk:

★ He looked puzzled.

★ He didn't demand, but asked for a pregnancy test. Believed it inmmediatly when it came out possitive.

★ He didn't say anything, you just noticed him start to slowly baby proof the entire castle. It started off slow, but now it seems almost excesive.

★ He started locking doors leading to dangerous rooms, keeping everything clean and tidy. Even putting potential sharp things away, like edges of tables, and floor level mirrors. He even made sure not to leave Yoru around anymore.

★ He worked extra hard to get the necessities needed. A beautiful, carved crib by his own hand. It was simple, but it was honest. Toys, baby clothes he even made himself. Mihawk intended his newborn to feel it's parent's love even if he didn't know how to verbally or phisically express it.

★ He noticed you having trouble, symptoms were killing you. And despite not saying nothing his hand always reached for yours in the worst momments, the world's best swordsman feared your situation, calling you a warrior for putting through this.

★ One particular bad night where you were sleep deprived, with nausea, and body soreness. He held you and craddled you, as if he shared your pain. He continued even when you were asleep.

★ One day you were cooking, he silently appeared from behind you lifting your heavy belly. You almost moaned with relief.

★ "I read this brings you satisfaction." He cassually commented, revealing he's been reading parenting books. That made you melt. Does it every once in a while to soothe you while being sore.

★ Once the child is born, Mihawk would almost take care of it every night, he is already awake.

★ You wake up sometimes to go to the bathroom and see him in the baby's room reading, sewing, even working in the dim candle light.

★ Wouldn't outright admit it, but Whenever he has to leave, he is yearning to return home. To his love, and his baby.

★ Would outright dissapear anyone who even dares to say your name or your child's. Since your family expanded, you became sacred territory in his heart.

Sir Crocodile:

★ Not particularly amused by the idea.

★ Thought of multiple times of just sending you away with enough money to do well.

★ However, that would've been inconvenient.

★ Crocodile is not a sensitive man. Never touched or moved by the idea of a family, of someone to inherit his power and fame and wealth.

★ However, seing his adored partner swelling with child made something stir inside him. Like he needed to provide, to protect.

★ He just appeared, knocked the first wooden surface abvailable and called your attention.

★ "Perhaps you'll wanna take a look on the new... accomodations."

★ He suggested as he walked away. You had to wobble to where he guided you, full nursery set up next to your shared bedroom.

★ He never stopped smoking around you. However, he didn't allow you to drink any liquor, have a cigarette, or even force a poor muscle in your body.

★ Once the baby arrived, he would catch himself checking the crib chronologically.

★ Would pretend to be annoyed when you forced him to hold it. "I do not have time for this." He gruffed and groaned every single time.

★ Nobody should find out how bewitched he was for that child. He couldn't allow himself to have more weaknesses.

★ Would have memmorized your guy's child medical information, as well as yours. Always prepared for any type of emergency.

★ Actually hired babysitter and body guards to look after the baby for a night to take you out for dinner.

★ He spent every second of that dinner fidgeting with his hook, an uneasy frown on his face.

★ It was you who had to hold his hand. "What if we go back home?" You tried to hide the warm smile. Willing to appear the desesperate one.

★ He nodded, already reaching for the door. "If you insist." He didn't even finish his wine, nor let you finish yours. At the end, a quiet dinner at home was enough, because the three of you were together.

Donquixote Doflamingo:

★ Would be so happy it's unsettling.

★ Started bragging about the news to everybody who had ears. People were really freaked out about it.

★ The truth is that he had high hopes, his own blood seemed to dissapoint him before. But perhaps this time would be different.

★ He actually made sure you were well taken care of during the pregnancy. The best doctors, chefs and fashionable clothes that suited yout state.

★ He is not good at supporting you, or helping you with your self steem issues, he might just give you something nice to eat or wear and tell you to "stop crying all the time".

★ Probably would stand by during the delivery, actually amused by it. Sitting next to you during the whole ordeal, but not really saying much.

★ If, by any chance you health got at high risk during delivery, he would inmmediatly switch his mood from the usually fun Doflamingo to a dead serious Doflamingo.

★ "What are you doing? Save them." He would say, after seeing your pulse get weaker. How you were almost passed out on that bed. "But the child is almost here." Tried to explain the doctor. "Do I look like I give a single fuck? I don't care about the brat, save my partner or else." He threats with his strings, already reaching for the doctor's throat.

★ Whenever you breastfed, he forbid people to interrupt, comment or even look at you as you share these intimate momments with HIS child.

★ "Look at you little bird, so full of vitality. It suits you good." Murmurs against your ear as he massaged your shoulders. Child heavy asleep on your chest.

★ Wouldn't interrupt for the first days, almost as if leaving the baby to it's luck and you to take care of it by yourself.

★ When he saw you around 3 or 4 days later, a sleep deprived mess, with dirty clothes, and unwashed hair, he felt disgusted. Perhaps not with you, but with himself for not taking proper care of his partner.

★ After that hired someone qualified to babysit while you were busy, and checked regularly that you slept, bathed and were properly fed.

★ Would enjoy to sleep hugging you from behind, resting his inmmense hands on your stomach. "You looked beautiful while pregnant" he whispered once. Not sure if you were awake or not. "Perhaps I should knock you up again". He kissed your head.

★ Now you live terrified of having a Doflamingo army.

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When They Give You the Silent Treatment as a Joke

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Bang Chan

Decides to give you the silent treatment as a joke, thinking it’ll be funny, since he saw it while scrolling through Instagram

Initially avoids making eye contact and gives only curt nods, completely engrossing himself in his work.

Notices you trying to get his attention but continues the act.

Feels a bit guilty but thinks you’ll laugh it off later.

Realizes the joke has gone too far when you start to tear up.

But he's too busy to notice you've actually started crying until Felix points it out.

Immediately drops the act and rushes to comfort you.

Apologizes profusely, explaining it was just a joke.

Holds you close and reassures you that he never meant to hurt you.

Promises to be more considerate in the future.

Spends extra time with you, making sure you’re okay. Completley forgetting about the work he was doing.

"Aw, baby I could never hate you. It was just a joke I saw it while looking for edits. I promise...you want to watch edits of me? ...But I'm right here?"

Lee Know

Thinks the silent treatment will be a harmless joke. He got the idea from Jisung.

Acts - for lack of better phrase - like an utter bitch.

Is so in character he doesn't notice the way you've started fidgeting anxiously.

Or the way your bottom lip has started to tremble.

Realizes the joke has gone too far when hears you begin to cry.

Breaks character immediately, apologizing - which is saying something since its Minho - and explaining it was a joke.

Pins the blame on Jisung.

Spends the day doing small acts of kindness to make it up to you.

Constantly checks on you to ensure you’re feeling better, since it seems you've distanced yourself.

Vows to never participate in such pranks again.

Gives you a long hug, whispering apologies - which is how you know he is regretful since he's apologized more than once.

"It was Jisung's ideas. I'm sorry. I promise I won't ever listen to any of Jisung's stupid ideas ever again jagiya..."

Changbin

Agrees to the prank since Felix had seen it on tiktok and thought it would be funny for both of them to do it since Felix was the second closest member to you besides your bf.

Keeps his distance and avoids talking to you, often just continuing conversations as if he hadn't heard you.

Feels a bit guilty but sticks to the prank.

Starts to worry when he sees you becoming increasingly upset.

Realizes the prank has gone too far when you start crying.

Immediately scoops you up into his arms and just lets you cry waiting for you to calm down

Felix is apologizing to you while he does this.

Takes the lead in making sure you know he’s genuinely sorry by clinging to you the rest of the day.

Talks 10x more than usual, ensuring you know he never meant to hurt you.

Brings you small gifts and treats to cheer you up.

Promises to communicate better in the future.

"I'm sorry baby...I was being dumb I promise I won't do that ever again."

Hyunjin

Thinks you'll act dramtically so he agrees.

Avoids interacting with you, keeping a straight face.

Is a bit confused when you just stalk off.

Starts to feel uneasy when you've been gone a while.

Realizes the prank has gone too far when he sees you crying alone.

He goes to sit next to you and apologize.

But now you're giving him the silent treatment.

Insists on talking it out with you.

Goes out of his way to do thoughtful things for you until you finally talk to him.

Frequently checks in on you to make sure you’re feeling better.

Promises to be more considerate in the future.

"Ya jagiiiiiiiiiiyyaaaaaaaa...talk to meeeeeeee...please? It was a joke. Jagiiiiiiiiiiiii!"

Han

A little skeptical at first since he thinks you'll be anxious and overthink since thats how he would react.

But after the guys show him a bunch of different and amusing reactions he concedes.

Finds it amusing at first

Feels a twinge of guilt when you start looking upset.

He gets extremely anxious seeing tap your knee and fidget.

Oh boy he see's your tears welling up.

Breaks down first, apologizing and explaining it was a joke before you even have a chance to start fully crying.

Tries to make you laugh with jokes and silly antics to cheer you up.

Clings to you like a spider monkey. He needs to be resting against you in some way shape or form.

Brings you little gifts and snacks as a way of saying sorry and to make himself feel a little better.

Oh the amount of kisses he is giving you just to make sure you know he is sorry and he loves you.

"Baby stop squirming. There is no such thing as too many kisses. Let me kiss youuuu!!!"

Felix

Hesitantly agrees to the prank, worried it might go too far.

Plays along, giving you the silent treatment but feeling guilty the entire time.

Starts to worry as you look more hurt and confused.

Realizes the prank has gone too far when you start crying.

He doesn't listen to the guys when they say to let it go on a bit longer.

Apologizes profusely.

Just lets you rest in his arms until you fall asleep and stays in the same position until you wake up from your sad boi hour nap.

Bakes your favorite treats as an apology.

For the rest of the day he makes sure he's always talking to you about something and explains it was a joke ever five minutes.

Acknowledges he thought it was a bad idea to begin with.

"I didn't want to. I hate seeing you sad, I'm sorry angel. If you forgive me than at least finish your brownie."

Seungmin

Agrees to the prank since he thinks you'll be able to handle it. And its not like he is the most talkative person; maybe you won't even notice.

Oh but you do notice. And this is making your already bad day even worse.

Keeps a straight face, giving you the cold shoulder.

Wonders slightly why you have haven't jokingly scolded or insulted him yet

Realized its because you're in the kitchen crying.

Breaks character, and gives you a hug.

Its not until you push him away does he apologize.

You're still a little upset, so he makes it up to you by taking you out on a date.

Tries to make it up to you with small acts of kindness throughout your date as well.

Only asks once or twice if you're still mad at him.

Realizes you're not when you lovingly insult him about something during your dinner.

Secretly promises to be more considerate in the future, because he doesn't want to verbalize that to you.

I probably shouldn't do this again...even if Y/N does look cute when they cry...

Jeongin

All of the members try to convince him not to do this prank.

Doesn't listen at all.

Avoids talking to you, keeping a straight face, even when you helplessly pull at his shirt sleeves.

Starts feeling guilty as you look more hurt, but it adamant about proving to his hyungs that he wasn't in the wrong for pulling this prank.

Realizes he was oh so wrong when he see's you clinging to Chan crying.

Chan is the one who makes I.N. apologize.

He apologizes immediately, and gets an earful from Minho who has a soft spot for you.

But now he feels so bad and doesn't feel like talking out of guilt and shame from being scolded.

So now the rest of the guys are cheering up both their babies.

Just pouts sadly while cuddling you.

Once you guys are back to normal you make him promise to listen to his hyungs.

"I promise I'll listen to them next time...but...wasn't it kinda nice for them to baby both of us?"

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✿ ─── BOYFRIEND HEADCANONS : 박성훈

SYNOPSIS : where sung𝒽oon wants to make his new classmate his girlfriend

PAIRING : 𝓅ark sung𝒽oon x 𝒻em reader; GENRE : fluff, ��eadcanons, classmate to bestfriends to 𝓁overs ; WC : 744

───── 【 𝒾mas’ note 】 ❍ :: this was requested, anon I hope it's what you wanted if it didn't turned out good I'm sorry it's my first time writing headcanons :⁠^⁠)

WARNINGS : english is not my first language!

DISCLAIMER : This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

CLASSMATE SUNGHOON! who was awestruck when you introduced yourself as his new classmate.

CLASSMATE SUNGHOON! who wanted to befriend you but due to his shy demeanor he couldn't muster up the courage to approach you.

CLASSMATE SUNGHOON! who was envious of his friend Jay when you approached him during lunch hours but soon became flustered when you recognised him and talked to him.

CLASSMATE SUNGHOON! who made the decision to talk to you after his friends, Jay and Jake motivated him and boosted his courage — “look she knows you, idiot and even talked to you so you shouldn't miss out the chance or at least try to continue your talking stage.”

CLASSMATE SUNGHOON! who has successfully made you his friend, now feels happy and giddy everyday thinking about his interactions with you.

CLASSMATE SUNGHOON! who is no more just a classmate but your best friend after 4 months you both are getting closer to each other.

BESTFRIEND SUNGHOON! who treats you way better than anyone else among your loved ones, who makes you feel seen and visible despite the crowd.

BESTFRIEND SUNGHOON! who is observant and notices every detail about you, who makes sure to you are always eating well after knowing you love different types of foods.

BESTFRIEND SUNGHOON! who treats you like a princess and always prioritizes you — asking what you want from the mall when he is out shopping with friends, bringing you random small gifts which remind him of you.

BESTFRIEND SUNGHOON! who drops not so subtle hints about his liking towards you. Always blushing, giving small smirks, holding you close to him, finding any excuse to be with you.

BESTFRIEND SUNGHOON! who is always present during your vulnerable and anxious moments, holding you close to him and whispering soft and loving words to you.

BESTFRIEND SUNGHOON! who wipes your tears and cooks you / orders you your comfort food and cuddles you to sleep.

BESTFRIEND SUNGHOON! whom people assume is your boyfriend but you don't correct them leading him to collect hints.

BESTFRIEND SUNGHOON! who introduced you and invited you into his friend group leading you to become friends with some lovely people.

BESTFRIEND SUNGHOON! who couldn't help himself but admire you and adore you every chance he gets.

BESTFRIEND SUNGHOON! who takes you out on a dinner as a surprise date to make you his girlfriend after 8 months of waiting.

BESTFRIEND SUNGHOON! who gets shy when you accept to become his girlfriend but makes sure your first kiss of the relationship is memorable.

BESTFRIEND SUNGHOON! who is no longer just your best friend but also your boyfriend, a proud boyfriend.

BOYFRIEND SUNGHOON! who isn't much into pda but holds your hand, gives you hand and forehead pecks occasionally.

BOYFRIEND SUNGHOON! who doesn't care about other opinions about your relationship, rather looks forward to being a good boyfriend.

BOYFRIEND SUNGHOON! who makes you feel like the happiest partner through his loving gestures, actions and words.

BOYFRIEND SUNGHOON! who cannot believe how he managed to make you his girlfriend.

BOYFRIEND SUNGHOON! who invites you to his skating performances and practices because for him you're his good luck charm.

BOYFRIEND SUNGHOON! who looks up to you with bright eyes and shy grin waiting for you to praise him and tell him how good he is and how proud you're of him.

BOYFRIEND SUNGHOON! who has his own insecurities but is open to communicating with you to build a healthy relationship. Who always talks about his day to you and listens to your talks.

BOYFRIEND SUNGHOON! who cannot keep his hands to himself with you alone in his dorm, always sliding his hand down your hips or gripping your hips.

BOYFRIEND SUNGHOON! who loves when you wear his clothes because he thinks you look so stunning and beautiful and can't help but make you sit on his lap while making out with you on the couch.

BOYFRIEND SUNGHOON! who has not only impressed your friends but also your parents — who want him to be your husband too.

BOYFRIEND SUNGHOON! who blushes to the thought of being your husband but has the thoughts of making you his wife when the time comes.

BOYFRIEND SUNGHOON! who has his own flaws and makes some mistakes in your relationship but regardless always looks forward to acknowledging them and improving himself for you.

BOYFRIEND SUNGHOON! who loves you dearly and wants to spend all his life spoiling you.

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homicipher! men making it fit pt. 2:

Characters: Mr. Hood + Mr. Gap

Content: Size Difference + non-human anatomy + Foreplay + Female anatomy ; Somnophilia + Cunnilungus + Dubcon/Noncon + Female Anatomy + Dacryphilia

Note: Did you all read the tweet of the creator of Homicipher? I'm so sad about it, but I completely understand their decision, sometimes people get way too aggresive with their demands to creators :( I hope they're able to rest and recover. Also, sorry if my last content isn't as great, university is sucking me dry.

Note 2: I finally ended with uni for some time, sadly my brain was left dry.... Sorry if it's a bit slow!!

Mr. Hood:

Mr. Hood, who doesn't seem particularly interested in you at first. After all, his main goal has always been keeping you safe from any harm that comes around, not becoming attached to you, that is of course, until he finds you in the middle of the room, your body now much smaller than before.

Mr. Hood, who is unable to look away when you ask him to help you. Your eyes get locked on him, fluttering your eyelashes so prettily as you beg him to help you. So he does, easily lifting you up from the ground and easily carrying you with one of his arms wrapped around you.

Mr. Hood, who starts to find himself watching you a bit too much. It starts with small glances, telling himself that he's just making sure you're safe and sound. But this small interactions soon turn into physical contact, ranging from unaware rubs to even hugging, an action that was quite new for him.

Mr Hood, who starts to constantly worry about you, feeling anxious the moment he lets you out of his sight, his grip firmly wrapped around you even as he lets you speak with some of the other (more) non-violent ghosts around there.

Mr. Hood, who decides to leave you with them, slightly scared uncomfortable with those strange feelings that have been bubbling inside himself.

Mr. Hood, who goes back to you soon after leaving you, his heart thumping in his chest as the fear of you getting in danger rised.

Mr. Hood, who finds you injured under the boulders, rushing towards you and lifting the boulders with ease. Despite you are unable to see his face, you can clearly tell that he is worried to death, swiftly taking you in his arms and taking you to where the two of you said goodbye to each other. In contrast with last time, Mr. Hood stays there, sitting close to you and taking your hand until you are finally healed. Not like it mattered to him, as he started to carry you around unless it was dangerous.

Mr. Hood, who starts to fall for your little tricks, letting you run your hands all over his clothed body, even allowing you to snuggle against his chest while both of you laid down to rest a bit. These small portrayals of affection quickly leveled up, with him and you sleeping in the same bed and even letting you lay on top of him as he caressed your hair with his big hands.

Mr. Hood, who soon realises your intentions. It was quite obvious since the start, but his suspicions were confirmed when he noticed how you moved your butt against his groin while you pretended to be asleep. Of course, this little teasing game didn't stop, even as he tried the most subtle ways of avoiding your little tactics. If that was what you truly wanted, he would give it to you.

Finally, one night Mr. Hood stopped you, his hands gripping your waist as he stopped your indecent movements. "Can't sleep?" Despite his lack of face, you were perfectly able to tell that he was looking at you with a slightly concerned face.

"Can't." Suddenly, you were on top of him, his hands still secured on your hips, his gaze completely focused on you.

"I want help you." You looked at him with a mixture of confussion and excitement, which was easily caught on by Mr. Hood, his hands now going up tummy, the cold sending chills through your whole body, just as you had done a few times before.

"You... want me?" He nodded, his hands still making their way towards your upper body.

"Want you, you like me?" Mr. Hood stopped for a second, his hands massaging your soft body as he waited patiently for your consent.

"Like you, I like you." You slowly moved your head up and down, making sure to not break the visual contact with him.

"Good, me help you." Without saying much else, Mr. Hood lifted you up from the bed, allowing you to get on top of his lap, his hands steading on your hips as he started to grind himself against your bare pussy, his lips parting as soft moans left his mouth. At the same time, one of his hands pulled you closer to him, allowing his long tongue to enter your mouth, intertwining it with your own. Slowly warming you up as he kept grinding his clothed length against you.

He kept doing this until your slick had left a small stain on his robe, finally deciding to take your clothes off, helping you to get rid of your stained raincoat. Soon, his hands were massaging your breasts, his fingertips sometimes squeezing and pinching your nipples as he kept kissing your needy mouth. Despite the mood within the small room was just right, Mr. Hood kept on moving your hands away from his lower half each time you tried, bothered you finally spoke up.

"I need you now..." You looked at Mr. Hood with needy eyes, to what he simply responded with what sounded like a deep purr.

"Careful." Cautiously, Mr. Hood moved you down for a second, allowing his length to finally escape from his robe. The sight almost made you whine from just imagining it. What you found was similar to a human cock, well, ignoring the slime-like texture, together with the unnatural girth and length it had. You gulped, trying your best to prepare yourself for what was about to happen.

Mr. Hood looked at you, his tone letting you know he was quite concerned about your well-being. "Not need to, I help you." But before he was able to hide his length under his clothing, you had already started to enter his tip, the strech almost making you cry as you kept feeling yourself be split in half. "Wait!..." You ignored Mr. Hood warnings, slowly letting your weight down as you got accustomed to his whole width, a deep sight leaving your lips as you kept yourself steady on his lap. "Too dangerous, let me--." Once again, you refused to listen to Mr. Hood's suggestions, starting to move your hips up and down his length, slowly creating a rhythm that made your eyes roll each time his tip hit against your poor cervix.

"So good...! Your dick is so so good~... Give me more, please~...!" Despite his hesitance, Mr. Hood's hand held onto your waist, allowing your legs to give up as he began to set a ruthless pace. "Wait!... Too big! Give me a---" Just as you had done before, Mr. Hood stopped you before you could finish your sentence, lewd moans leaving your mouth as Mr. Hood started to hit that sweet place in deep and steady thrusts. As you tried to get him to slow down, you used your hands, pushing against his lap as you tried to get him to slow down a bit.

Sadly, this was no use, only causing Mr. Hood's to ram against your poor cunt, your eyes rolling back as he kept his steady pace, forcing you to takea each of his movements. Soon, your whole body went limp, your whole body shaking as he made you cum all over him over and over again.

By the time Mr. Hood's length started to quiver, you were already long far gone, your hands clenched around his clothes as you started to feel his thick liquid filling you up.

As you came down from your high, you were able to feel soft kisses against your skin, his calloused hands running up and down your back as he let you take a deep breath. "Will help you next, tell me."

Mr. Gap:

You and Mr. Gap had already been prowling together for quite some time, with him always trying to get your guard down so he could get you to ask him for help even for the smallest matters. You found this quite annoying at first, I mean, who would give their heart for things like turning the switch on...

But soon, your relationship began to change. Mr. Gap started to ask for less dangerous things in exchange, it began with a whole arm or leg, but then it moved to things like, one eyelash. Then, the things he asked in exchange moved into a more... physical territory. Mr. Gap started to ask for pets, as he had seen you giving them to Mr. Crawling. Then, he took one step further, asking for a kiss on the cheek or the forehead. Soon enough, his advances became much bolder, now asking you to let him sleep with you the whole night. To be honest, he had already appeared once in there, but this time, you could clearly notice he was asking for something... else. His eyes glistening with an amused expression, waiting eagerly for you to allow him.

In the end, you nodded, allowing him from then on to sleep with you, even if this meant that he would sometimes start to touch your skin under the sheets, his cold hands sending shivers through your whole body as you tried to calm yourself. Little did you know what Mr. Gap was about to do as time went on...

You were about to fall asleep, attempting to ignore Mr. Gap's hands as best as possible as he kept running his hands around your legs, sometimes even allowing his hands to move abit too close to your lower half. You bit your lip, forcing yourself to calm down as you kept forcing yourself to ignore his touch.

"Asleep?" Mr. Gap's voice whispered, his voice making you shiver as his fingertips started to rub against your clothed cunt. Seeing that you didn't answer, he decided to take it even further, carefully removing your underwear and throwing it out of the bed. Despite that, you kept your eyes shut and your lips closed by digging your own nails into your hand. Before you were able to stop him, Mr. Gap's mouth was already against your pussy, leaving soft kisses all over your inner thighs. Soon, his tongue started to lick all over your cunt, entering your cunt as his hands started to massage your lower stomach. "Warm... like." He smiled at you, noticing how you were actually awake, maybe even noticing that you had been awake since the beginning. "Want it." Just as you were about to reply to him, his warm mouth was already against your lower half, his breath hitting against your entrance as he started to suck on your clit.

"Wait! Just--" Mr' Gap ignored your complaints, one of his hands starting to caress your entrance, almost as if he was enjoying the yearning in your eyes. Without much delay, he introduced one of his fingers, his tongue still playing with your clit, using the tip of his tongue to leave soft touches on it, sometimes making you lose your breath as he suddenly sucked on it without a warning.

This little game kept going for over fifteen minutes, with you cumming on his mouth as his left hand kept you still on the bed, his tongue still torturing your sorry cunt, ignoring the tears that were rolling down your face because of the overstimulation. By then, his hand was already completely soaked in a mixture between your slick and his saliva, the lewd wet sound filling the empty room. Mr. Gap's left hand was still massaging your lower stomach, making each orgasm even more intense as he forced your sore body to endure all of his little games. Sometimes, he changed to a painfully slow rhythm, making your grasp his hair as you tried to get him to move faster. Then, he suddenly changed, his fingers and tongue moving at a rapid pace, not stopping even as you grabbed his hair and pulled, much less when you squeezed his face with your thigs as an attempt to slow him down.

Sudenly, Mr. Gap finally stopped, not like you had enough time to take a deep breath, as his face was soon against yours. As the rest of his upper body was revealed you soon felt something hard poking against your overstimulated clit. Mr. Gap's hands caressed your face, his face showing a twisted smile of pleasure as he saw the tears that had been falling from your eyes as a result of his sweet torture. "Cute."