#I am going to make one of these my profile picture when I decide which rick face I love best

[whovianbuffalo]

Cropped and zoomed so I can study them like bugs

[woso-dreamzzz]

Leaving VII

Alexia Putellas x Teen!Reader

Summary: Olympic chaos with your sister

Y/NPutellas.S has started a live video. Click to join!

"-Got two backpacks," You're saying as Alexia clicks on your video," I think one of them might become my racket bag because the one I'm using right now is falling apart."

You shove the bags away, glancing around the space as you drag more towards you.

"There's a toiletry bag as well which is full of stuff I probably won't even use."

You pause as you scroll through the comments.

"What sport am I competing in? Oh, I'm doing tennis...Who will be the hardest to play against? Iga, always. I train with her most of the time and I think I've only beaten her a few matches this year. She's scary. Coco always gives me a good competition too. I think she text me a few hours ago but I haven't answered just yet."

You go back to showing off your haul.

You're very complimentary of all of the shoes but you seem confused as to why you've been given so many socks.

Alexia takes a screenshot of a weird face you make while trying on the bucket hat and hastily makes it her profile picture.

"I'm not a fan of the opening skirt," You tell your followers," It's not really my style. I'll wear it because I have to but...What's that? My sister's here?"

You crowd a bit closer to your phone, brows furrowed as you scroll up looking for Alexia's comments.

She feels triumphant at the look of horror on your face when you see her profile picture.

"Alexia!" You shriek," Change it back! My eyes aren't even open! Ale, please!"

Alexia does not change it back and you swear under your breath at her.

"I'm telling Mama!"

Alexia Putellas: Go ahead, you little snitch

"I'm not a snitch!"

Alexia Putellas: Yes, you are

"Don't listen to her guys! She's such a liar!"

You've always been more active on social media than Alexia and fans eat up any content you post on your TikTok. Most of your fans are just people that watch tennis but you've gone viral overnight when you posted a video of you and Iga reuniting at the Olympic Village.

Suddenly, everyone wants content from you and you're posting more than you ever have before.

A lot of it still centres around your tennis, out on the practice courts with the rest of team Spain but there's more domestic things like you retaping your racket grip and showing off everything in the Olympic Village.

Something in Alexia snaps when you make a video complaining about how uncomfortable your cardboard bed is. Suddenly, she's stitching your video.

Her camera pans across her normal hotel bed and ends with her giving a thumbs up to the camera with a smug grin on her face.

Her own fans go crazy over her posting something outside of sponsorships and it's strange to see that some people don't even know who you are.

woso.alexia.engen: Who was the first person in the video???? -> captainklittle: Alexia's little sister! She's representing Spain for tennis!

A second stitch appears hours later, piggybacking off a video of you complaining about your lack of AC. There's no sound apart from the very deliberate flick of Alexia's own AC switch.

It seems every complaint you post, Alexia finds a way to show off how much better she has it in a hotel outside of Paris.

You decide, perhaps a little pettily, to show off what she's missing.

"Hi, guys!" You say," I know a lot of people were wondering about pin trading so I thought I would bring you along for the ride! I've already got a Poland one from Iga and a US one from Coco but I've been wanting a Team GB one and I'm also meeting up with Paolini so she can give me an Italy one."

It's another live video and thank god there's a break in training, so Alexia can jump onto it again.

Jenni and Misa crowd around her at the same time, curious as to what's going on with you.

"I was talking to Carlos at breakfast and he was telling me that the coaches have ordered us all mattress toppers because the beds have started to affect how we're performing."

Alexia Putellas: Sucks to be you, doesn't it?

"Alexia, I swear to god if you keep bullying me then I'm telling Mama and she'll fly out to whoop your ass!"

Alexia Putellas: 🤪

"And Jenni I knew that it's you that just sent that because Alexia doesn't understand emojis."

"Fuck," Jenni mutters.

"Wait, give me the phone. I'll fix it," Misa says.

Alexia Putellas: Who's Jenni?

"Misa, I know that's you as well. Stop trying to cover for each other and I'll tell Mama and she'll whoop all of you."

Alexia doesn't get her phone back for the rest of your live but she does get a strongly worded text from Eli after it's over to grow up and not let her friends bully you.

Alexia calls you a snitch.

You remind her that she should stop bullying you.

"Look who it is!" Jenni cajoles as you come running out of the village to crash into Alexia," Baby Putellas!"

But you're not really listening to her as Alexia presses her forehead against yours, whispering fast Catalan to you as you giggle.

"Aw..." Misa continues where Jenni left off," Look at them! Two sisters! Reunited!"

You and Alexia push each other away, turning your back and pretending that you weren't hugging just a few moments ago.

You turn back to her quickly, hand out. "Can I have your pins?"

"What? No! They're mine!"

"You're not even in the Village! You can't use them!"

"Yes I can!" Alexia splutters out," I've been trading them!"

"Yeah? With who?"

"Jenni!"

"Liar! You've got the same pins! Come on, Ale. Give them over!"

"I will...for a price."

As Alexia lays out her terms, you bring everyone up to your room.

Jenni and Misa split off briefly to check out the dining hall but Alexia comes straight up with you.

"It's actually cardboard," She says, poking at your bed frame.

"Yeah? Do you think we were all lying about that? It's proper cardboard. You can draw on it if you want."

A smile splits your sister's face open.

"Never mind. I don't want you drawing on my bed."

Alexia pokes it. "Do you think it's true? That two people can't get on it at the same time?"

You shrug, rummaging through your bedside table. "I don't know. Why?"

You never get your answer though.

Arms are around your waist suddenly and you're being hauled backwards as Alexia slams herself onto your bed, dragging you back with her.

You may not get an answer but Alexia certainly does because the moment the two of you land, there's an almighty ripping noise and your bed goes to ground very quickly.

"Oops," You sister says.

"Alexia!"

"Sorry?"

"You don't sound very sorry at all."

"Yeah...You're right. I'm not sorry in the slightest. Hey! Stop hitting me!"

"You're lucky I'm not beating you with my rackets!"

"Hey. Hey! It's fine! You can get a new bed."

"Jenni and Misa are going to take the piss out of me! How could you do this, Ale?"

As annoying as your sister is, she at least has the decency to push the blame off onto her friends as you both hastily raise your bed up again and wait for Jenni and Misa to arrive.

They seem to have the same idea as Alexia, jumping onto your bed without so much of a greeting.

But, as planned, the bed collapses under them and the shock of their faces is enough for Alexia breaking your bed to be worth it. Their faces are even funnier as they head downstairs to ask for a new one for you.

Behind your back, Alexia passes you a handful of pins.

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"Forward! Forward!"

"I am going forward!"

"More forward! When I say forward, it doesn't mean shuffle! It means walk forward! You're a person not a pigeon!"

"And here we have Olympic football player Alexia Putellas and Olympic tennis player y/n Putellas, attempting to climb onto the rings," Jenni narrates from behind the camera.

"It's not going well," Misa says, as Alexia nearly throws you from your spot on her shoulders," Alexia is clearly struggling."

"I'm not struggling!" Alexia insists, yelping as you twist her hair in your hands.

"Forward!

"This is as forward as I can get!"

"That's such bullshit! Move closer!"

"I can't!"

"You can!"

"I don't think they're ever going to make it," Jenni says," It's like they can't-"

"Stop! Ale, stop! Left a bit. No! Too left. Right again. Left! Right! Left!"

"Left, right, forward, back," Alexia mutters," Make up your mind."

"Left and...got it...Wait! Don't let go!"

You haul yourself from your sister's shoulders onto the centre ring, positioning yourself perched on the sliver of the yellow ring that enters the black one.

"Alright," Alexia says," Give me a hand."

"What? No! You'll pull me off!"

"Give me your hand!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

She braces herself on the lower rings and grabs your hand, pulling herself into the centre ring before you can even shove her off.

"Oh," She says," That was pretty easy." Alexia grins at you but the smile drops from her face when she notices the pensive look you're wearing. "What is it?"

"I've just realised," You laugh in disbelief," When Mama said she wanted a picture of us and the rings. I think she meant in front of them. Not in them."

"Oh."

[giuseppe-yuki]

joyride

lance stroll x fennec fox shapeshifter!reader

w.c.: 2.1k

warnings: one suggestive comment, a bit of profanity

part of my shapeshifting!reader series

summary: lance makes a accidental purchase (ft. k-mag + laura)

picture credits from pinterest :)

after a tiring day, it was nice to decompress on you and your boyfriend’s xl california king memory foam mattress. covered with silk sheets and pillow covers with a thread count in the thousands, lance always made sure you both had the most comfortable, luxurious lifestyle. that’s what you liked about lance. he was always so kind and considerate, looking out for others. 

but, he wasn’t being kind right now. as you idly scrolled through your phone, splayed out on the bed, lance was next to you, eyes glancing up and down as he browsed through an online shop on his phone. you frown as you watch him continue to click through on the website. as his girlfriend, you deserved his utmost attention, right?

you sit up, and crawl towards him, wrapping your arms around his midriff and burying your head into his chest. he spares you glance and a pat on the head before continuing his shopping. 

“lanceyyyy!” you trill, voice a little muffled from your position, “what are you even doing? shopping for the latest clive christian or creed cologne?” 

he laughs, and you feel his chest vibrate underneath you. “no,” he laughs, “i still have the five bottles you bought me that random saturday a month ago!”

oh yeah, you think. he borrowed the expensive cologne from his friend just once, but you got hooked onto the nice scent and decided to buy him several bottles just because. as one of the youngest ceos ever of your own company, it was nice using your almost-bursting bank account to treat your boyfriend once in a while. 

“okay… then what are you buying that possibly is taking you twenty hours?” you ask, pouting at him. 

he looks at you on his chest, underneath his raised hands holding the phone. “well…” he hesitates a bit before continuing, “you know how chloe is having a baby with scotty?” 

you nod, adjusting yourself on the bed. 

“i’m going shopping for the baby!” he exclaims, flashing you a smile. “i’m buying him the latest toys that i just know he’ll love.”

“lance,” you say slowly, “you do realize that the baby is literally still inside of chloe, right? he’s not going to be born for a long while.” 

“yeah, yeah,” your boyfriend says, waving a hand dismissively. “i know, but i want to get a head start and get better presents than everyone else.” 

you roll your eyes. “mhm, sure, baby.” but, you get a little curious. tilting your head, you ask, “what are you buying though?” 

lance puts his finger in front of his mouth in a “shushing” motion. “it’s a secret,” he whispers. 

you sit up, reaching for his phone. “what? why can’t i see?” you protest. 

“nope!” he declares, snatching his phone away from you. 

you groan, and turn away from lance in annoyance. “fine, then!” you sulk.

pulling out your phone, you go back to scrolling mindlessly, back towards your boyfriend, while said boyfriend happily adds another item to his cart. 

as you scroll through tiktok, you notice the time. it was around four am, which was pretty damn late considering that you had media day tomorrow. you almost turn around to let lance know but remember that you are mad at him. sparing him a quick glance (he was still clicking around another expensive online toy shop, you bet), you turn back to your phone. that’s when you notice lando’s girlfriend’s profile lit up with a green circle on the corner. 

you shoot her a quick text, 

hey, what r u doing up? i saw your online bubble on tiktok like two seconds ago, lmao! u do know we have media day tomorrow right? 

it isn’t long before she sends a message back. 

i was gonna go to bed early but lando was streaming and forgot about the time.. you know i can’t sleep when he's yelling at the top of his lungs. anyways, what are you doing up at this godforsaken hour???

you snicker to yourself. oh yeah, you definitely know what she means. both of you guys gossiped about how loud they were playing their little pvp games, whether it be COD or fortnite. they say some of the weirdest things too, like ‘he’s coming! he’s coming!” like, okay, calm down there buddy. 

before you respond to lando’s girlfriend, lance lets out a shout. “i’m done!” he sing-songs. he sets down his phone on his nightstand and smiles out you sweetly, like he hadn’t just spend a million years ignoring you for shopping for his nephew who wasn’t even born yet. still mad, you glare at him, and get back to typing a response.

yeah girl, i get you. lance always starts raging at his monitor when he plays his video games 🙄 no but i was up because my bf was literally online shopping till like five minutes ago! like, what are you buying that is so important it needs to be bought now?? its almost four am, istg we are going to be so sleepy in the paddock tomorrow!

she replies swiftly,

omg, maybe he’s buying you that limited edition birkin you told me you were eyeing a couple of days ago! but yeah, we should get to bed. goodnight!

her profile shows her going offline then, so you shut off your phone as well. 

lying back onto the impossibly soft pillow, and tucking yourself under the covers, you look towards the white painted ceiling of your apartment. “so what did you order, lancey?” you ask. 

next to you, your boyfriend turns onto his side, hand propped underneath his head, smirking. “you’ll see tomorrow, baby.” 

you wake up the next morning to the doorbell echoing through the whole apartment. lance is sprawled next to you, hair messy and mouth slightly open, snoring. his legs are tangled with yours, and the sun shining in through the windows makes the outline of him glow like a sleeping angel. god, you loved him. leaning over, you pepper kisses all over his face to wake him up. almost instantly, he awakens and starts laughing, trying to push you away and block you with a pillow. when you finally stop, he blinks sleepily at you with a smile on his face.

“well, that’s one way to wake me up,” he says.

you are about to reach forward to kiss him again, when you realize the poor deliveryman that was probably still outside has been waiting for the last five minutes. 

after getting into your paddock-ready fit, (you had consulted with zhou’s girlfriend beforehand to find the best outfit to wear) while lance talked to the deliveryman, you head towards your apartment’s living room to start breakfast. 

you were surprised to see not one, not two, but at least twenty boxes in all shapes and sizes practically flowing out of your living room. 

“what the fuck did you buy, lance??” you exclaim. you spot pictures on the side of many of the boxes depicting their contents. “an indoor slide playset, trampoline, lego death star???” you cry in disbelief, pointing to each of the boxes. “baby, chloe’s child is negative one years old! he’s not even born!” 

“well, i’m just being prepared!” defends lance. 

you raise an eyebrow.

“the death star is for me though,” he says sheepishly. 

“alright,” you say, sighing. “i guess you get a head start on being the favorite uncle, although i’m sure daniel will be one of your biggest competitors in that field.” 

laughing from lance’s cry of outrage to your statement, you turn towards the kitchen to start breakfast when you find two identical boxes blocking your way. on both of them an identical smiling child in an aston martin electric mini car. 

you whip back towards lance, who is giddily running around opening all the other boxes. 

“lancey,” you say slowly, “did you buy two mini aston martins?” 

your boyfriend turns around, looking at you next to the unmistakable two boxes containing the luxury mini-cars. “erm.. it appears so! i guess i accidentally pressed the buy button too many times,” he states embarrassedly. 

you are about to tell him off for his silly mistake when you come up with a genius idea. “hey! actually, can i take one of them for a test drive in the paddock? i can safety test it for your sister’s baby!” 

lance looks at you, confused. “huh? you’re too big for the car, though!” 

you gasp dramatically, jokingly putting a hand on your chest. “lance!” you say insulted. “did you forget i can shift into a fennec fox? also, did you just call me big?” 

laughing internally at lance’s stunned expression, and panicked stutters, you decide to add more fuel to the fire. “that’s funny for you to say, when you’re not so big yourself!” you say haughtily, hinting at something else. 

all it takes for you is one look at lance’s distressed face for you to burst out laughing aloud. 

it didn’t take much for lance to forgive you for the joke- just a big homemade breakfast with plenty of pancakes, bacon, and fried eggs that his athletic trainer would have a heart attack looking at, plus a few kisses on the cheek. after breakfast, lance happily loaded the mini aston martin into the back of his actual aston martin for you.

that’s how you found yourself racing through the paddock at the fraction of a speed that lance usually did on the circut. it felt fast to you though, wind coursing through your prominent fox ears and your fluffy fur. of course, you caught the attention of many fans throughout the paddock; it wasn’t common to see a fennec fox driving a pink mini aston martin being chased down by lance stroll himself. 

you use your paws to control the steering wheel as you race past fans in colored merch and even a few stunned drivers. you keep in control of the vehicle until you reach the haas motorhome.

your hand slips accidentally off the slippery steering wheel, so you accidentally drive the toy car straight into the first person that walks out of the motorhome- kevin magnussen. 

the collision wasn’t too forceful, but it was enough for kevin to drop the coffee he was holding onto the ground. 

“what the hell?” he shouts, clutching his shin.

behind you, lance sprints toward kevin, apologizing profusely. 

before kevin can start to ask questions about why lance's fennec fox was driving a mini aston martin in the paddock, lance snatches you out the vehicle with one arm, leaving your legs dangling in the air, and somehow lifts the entire mini car with his other hand. without another word to kevin, he dashes away. 

he doesn’t stop running until he arrives at his drivers room, passing fernando who gives him a weird look. lance shoves both you and the car into narrow doorway of the room before shutting the door behind him firmly.

“omg, that was so embarrassing. we are not doing that again,” he mumbles, leaning on the now-closed door and covering his face with his hands. 

you quickly shift back into your human form.  “what??” you complain. “that was kind of fun, though!” 

he cuts you off with a glare. 

the next time you handle the vehicle, it is in the haas motorhome. 

along with a bottle of expensive champagne, you approach kevin timidly. 

“hey kevin,” you say shyly, “um, here is some champagne. i’m really sorry for almost running you over with my aston martin.” 

kevin looks at you, scratching his head. “oh! it’s okay. it didn’t hurt that much, it was just a bruise.” he gracefully accepts the bottle from you. he’s about to turn away when he spots a flash of familiar pink behind your legs. furrowing his eyebrows, he questions you, “why did you bring that wretched vehicle within my vicinity again?” 

“oh yeah!” you say with a smile. “since lance is prohibiting me from driving it ever again, i was wondering if laura and agnes would like it!” 

as if summoning them, the girls in question appear behind k-mag. 

you watch as their eyes grow wide with want. “omg pappa, yes, we want it!” they chime in unison.

“the next toy shipment arrives tomorrow!” lance says happily, scrolling on his phone.

you roll your eyes as you both walk hand in hand through the crowded paddock the next day. lance was starting to get an unhealthy addiction to buying toys for his sister’s baby. 

“alright,” you remark flippantly. “as long as you didn’t buy anything too extreme.” 

lance’s response to your statement is cut short by a yell that sounds remarkably like kevin’s.

you both turn towards the sound just in time to see laura magnussen back up, then drive the pink aston martin straight into her father’s shin again. 

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[fallingdownhell]

Genshin men react to the 'Do I look fat?' question.

Oh boi.. Good luck to them..

Characters Included: Cyno; Kaeya; Wanderer

Content: gender neutral reader; slight cursing; comfort; but overall good feelings and vibes; insecurities mentioned; Wanderer is a bit of an ass, but he makes up for it (a little bit)

Word count: 1,6k words

Have fun!

Cyno

You were nervous. Really, really nervous.

What the reason is, you ask?

Well, picture this.. your relationship with the General Mahamatra is relatively new. You have only been dating him for about two months, keeping a low profile in public since the both of you didn't want it to be known quite yet.

You were content with that, but now, suddenly, Cyno told you that he wanted to introduce you to his best friend, Tighnari.

Which, to you, was a big fucking deal!

Obviously, you planned to show the best side of you, wanting to impress and convince his best friend that you weren't with Cyno for any sort of benefits, but that you really liked him and were serious about him.

You were standing in front of the mirror in your bedroom for hours now, trying on every possible outfit at your disposal, yet nothing seemed to satisfy you enough.

There have been a few pieces where you thought they might be okay, but just okay simply wasn't good enough.

Cyno was already done, waiting for you in the living room so you could leave, but you weren't nearly done. A complete bundle of nerves, to be exact.

Now, you finally had an outift on that you were more satisfied with then the others before. You spun around in front of the mirror, looking at yourself from every possible angle, trying to decide wether this was good enough or not. But you soon came to the conclusion that you just couldn't decide for yourself.

You needed a second opinion...

"Cyno?", you called, and from the approaching footsteps, you knew he had heard you.

Soon after, he entered the room, looking at you questioningly.

"Yes, my love? What is it?"

"Do I look fat in this?", you asked, hoping for some kind of positive affirmation that you so desperately needed right now.

Obviously taken aback by the question, Cyno took a few seconds before he hesitantly answered.

"Not really? You look like you usually do, it's fine."

Your expression quickly sank at his answer, and Cyno could immediately tell that this was the wrong answer.

"Babe..", but before he could say anything further, you were yelling at him, shoving him out of the room.

"Get out! I have to change again! I can't wear this!"

You threw the bedroom door closed as soon as he was outside, and for a few moments, Cyno stood there, dumbfounded. He had absolutely no idea what just happened there, but he knew that he said the wrong thing.

"(Name), I'm sorry. You don't need to change out of anything. You look positively breathtaking.", he said through the closed wooden door.

He kept quiet and listened. Judging by the lack of movement coming from inside, he thought his words might have some effect on you.

".... sure?"

"What was that, my love?"

"...Are you sure? I wanna look good when I meet your best friend."

"(Name), I can absolutely assure you that Tighnari is not going to care about what you're wearing. And besides, you look good in anything to me."

He waited for a few more seconds, then the door slowly opened again, revealing you to him, still wearing the same outfit as before.

"Are you really sure about that? One hundred percent?"

"Yes, I am.", he smiled at you, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you out of the bedroom.

"Now, we have to get moving, or we'll be late. And that, I can guarantee you, would piss him off."

Kaeya

Kaeya has had his fair share of relationships in his time, so he knows that once this question leaves your lips, there are only two possible outcomes for him.

One, you simply ask him this dreaded question because you're bored and just want to see his reaction to it. In which case, he would walk away relatively unscathed, but he still had to be careful to not tick you off.

Or two, you were being absolutely serious and genuine. Which would definitely mean his demise as no matter what he was going to say, you would most likely spin it around in another direction so he would be the blamed party no matter what.

And right now, with the way you were looking at him from your spot, laying on his lap, it seems like the second option was the most likely one.

"Kaeya?", you asked, looking up at him. At the lack of response, you turn onto your stomach, now looking at him intently.

The man in question was still thinking about a possible answer, not wanting to upset you in any way since in his eyes, you were absolutely adorable and beautiful, but that didn't mean that this was what you wanted to hear from him.

However, as he kept silent, you thought this to be his answer, and you started to feel dejected.

"I see..", you say as you start to get up from his lap, which caused Kaeya to pull you back, confused and also in a slight panic.

"Hey, wait. Where do you think you're going, gorgeous?"

You scoff at that nickname. "You don't have to lie to me, you know. Your lack of response was loud and clear."

You refuse to look at him as your mood got even more sour the more you thought about it.

"I'm sorry babe, but my silence wasn't for that reason. I was merely trying to find the right words to tell you how beautiful I think you are."

You scoff again, but this time, it's not as snarky as before, and he thinks he can hear a faint glimmer of hope in there.

"...you really mean that?"

"Of course! Would I ever lie to you, darling?"

You finally look at him, even if it was only to shoot him an obvious glare.

He smirks at that. "Okay, okay. But I would never lie to you about something important, I promise you that. And you, (name), are the most important person in this world to me. So, please believe me when I say that you're absolutely perfect."

At that, your cheeks suddenly feel warm as you lay down with him again, the doubts that had previously filled your mind starting to grow weaker and weaker in his presence and thanks to his reassuring words.

Wanderer

Oh boy, is he not good with relationships. He does not know how to take a hint or how to sugarcoat his words. Even if he means good for you, his words sometimes come out as harsh.

You usually just ignore it, knowing that he's just watching out for you in his own, weird way. But there are days, where you're not able to just brush past his words, especially when they were touching on a subject you were particularly sensitive about.

It wasn't a common occurance for your boyfriend to take you out to eat like today. Usually, the two of you always cook at home, rather enjoying the process and the fun you manage to make during it.

Today however, he said he wanted to treat you for a nice meal out, and how were you to refuse such an invitation. On top of that, you haven't really had a proper meal for the past two days thanks to your workload, so you were absolutely hungry.

You ended up ordering more than you would normally eat, but since you had been neglecting your stomach for quite some time, you were able to eat all of that, no problem.

The Wanderer watched you silently as you were eating, but you could tell that he wanted to say something. It was practically written all over his face.

"What?", you decided to say between bites, curiously looking at him.

He seemed to think for a few seconds before he spoke up. "Don't you think you're eating a bit too much?"

At his question, you stop for a second, swallowing down the bite you had in your mouth.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you should tone it down and not make this a habit. You don't want to gain any more weight, right?"

Suddenly, your appetite was all gone. The food that had been looking so delicious in front of you now made you want to throw up just by looking at it.

"So... you think I'm fat?"

At that question, he looked up again to face you, and as he saw you, he immediately knew he just fucked up.

Big time.

The way you looked so sad at him, so defeated, made him feel like his nonexistant heart just shattered inside him.

"No! That's not... Fuck!"

You just silently nod, pushing the plate in front of you away, falling back against your comfortable chair.

The Wanderer sighed next to you, pulling his chair closer to yours as he pushed the plate back towards you.

"I'm.... sorry. That came out totally wrong. I fucked that up.

No, I don't think you're fat, you're most definitely not. I shouldn't have commented on that."

"Yeah, you shouldn't have."

You agree with him, but the fact that you were responding at all to him, meant that you weren't that mad with him. At most, annoyed. But not utterly mad. That was a good thing.

"Can you forgive me?", he asked as he pushed the plate closer yet again, urging you to continue with your meal.

You rolled your eyes at him as you reluctantly leaned forwards, picking up your utensils again.

"I'll think about it."

That's enough for him. He smiles as he leans back again, continuing to watch you again.

He still has much to learn about this whole relationship and communication thing...

[angelic-sturniolos111]

Fresh Love Modeling 🍊

You never guessed that Chris Sturniolo would reach out for you to model his Fresh Love clothing brand. You had been following him on social media a while and definitely had a crush on him. What you didn’t know is that when Chris had seen your modeling portfolio he started crushing too. The two of you end up alone in his dressing room together after the photoshoot and things heat up.

chris sturniolo x fem! reader

entirely in Chris’s POV

warnings: cursing, flirty and smuttyyyyy

author’s note: writing this completely sleep deprived :) did not proofread lolz

I want to sit on his lap so bad in this pic

My Fresh Love brand is super important to me and I am so grateful that it has grown in popularity thanks to my fans. I want to grow this brand and reach out to creators and artists outside of the fandom in hopes that eventually Fresh Love Clothing can be sold in stores nationwide. A big part of Fresh Love, and any clothing brand, is the marketing which I take very seriously. I always want to have a diverse group of models, but ultimately they also should be attractive and have a cool aesthetic to be the face of the brand. I had sent out a model casting call last month, and my friend Tril and I were going through all the applications. Tril truly saw my vision and we were usually on the same page when it came to models we thought would work well for the brand.

Today was definitely a “work day” in the house— Nick was editing our recent car vlog, Matt was brainstorming video ideas, and Tril and I sat on the couch on our laptops going through hundreds of model portfolios together. We had been scrolling through applications for nearly two hours and I was honestly bored out of my mind. Luckily, we found a handful of models we like, but I still felt like one was missing. There was a certain look, a certain vibe, that I was looking for and I wasn’t sure what it was but I knew I’d know the second I saw them.

“Hey take a look at this one. I recognize this girl… I think she follows us on insta or something?” Tril says passing me his laptop. Damn. This girl was beyond fine. I scrolled through her portfolio pictures, and I really liked her modeling style. She didn’t look mainstream, which I liked, but she had a really unique look. “Do you recognize her?” Tril said interrupting my thoughts.

“No. I’d definitely remember her if I had seen her before.” I said. I went to the top of her application page, her name was Y/N.

“I like her portfolio and I think she’s a good fit for the brand.” Tril says.

“Absolutely. I really like her. I’m going to accept her application right now.” I said sending her an acceptance sheet back with the photo shoot information.

***

I laid in bed staring at the ceiling. I couldn’t sleep. I always have trouble falling asleep because I’ll have a thousand creative ideas that I bounce back and forth in my head, but this time I couldn’t sleep because I was thinking of Y/N. Tril said she followed us, right? I grab my phone and open instagram and typed her name in the search bar, and her profile popped up. She was following Tril and I as well as my brothers, our group account, and our podcast account. Nice, she’s a fan! I went through her posts and God, she was stunning. I wanted to follow her, but I knew if fans saw that they’d get all sorts of crazy ideas and make assumptions so I decided I’d wait to follow her until the Fresh Love shoot would be posted so everyone knew who she was. I looked at some modeling shots she posted, laid back pictures with her friends, and I was unapologetically looking for any signs that she was dating anyone which from her profile she appeared to be single. I saw some of her swimsuit modeling shots she had done recently, and I zoomed in on all parts of her body. Her amazing body. She had these thick thighs that contoured perfectly with her cute ass. My thoughts wandered off, thinking of how badly I wanted those thighs wrapped around my head. I got hard at the thought of it. I continued to mindlessly stalk her instagram before I finally fell asleep… dreaming of her.

*** one month later ***

It was Fresh Love photoshoot day, or as I thought of it, the day I finally get to meet Y/N after crushing on her this past month. I got to the studio before any of the models were scheduled to arrive so I could talk with the photographers and mark out the spaces where I wanted to shoot. I get upstairs and see someone siting in a chair outside the photography studio. When they hear me approaching they look up, and my breath hitches in my throat, it was Y/N. My heart immediately started beating faster, but I knew I had to keep it cool both professionally and so I don’t utterly embarrass myself in front of her.

“Chris! Hey, I’m sorry I know the models aren’t supposed to be here for another hour. Honestly I was hoping to catch a moment alone with you before we shoot.” She says nervously with a big, beautiful smile on her face. She wanted to see me? Alone? I hadn’t realize I went silent for a moment while I was caught up in my thoughts until Y/N interrupted.

“Umm I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m just such a huge fan of yours and your brothers, and I wanted to tell you that. Also to tell you I am so grateful and excited to be modeling for Fresh Love. I love your brand and own a few things from it already just from following you for a while now.” She says.

“Oh, no you didn’t scare me! Sorry, I guess I just wasn’t expecting to see anyone this early. I’m happy to hear you’re a fan, and thanks for supporting my brothers and I, it means a lot. I really liked your modeling application and I’ve been looking forward to shooting with you.” I replied. I looked and sounded collected on the outside, but on the inside I was definitely nervous. I’m usually super confident talking to girls, even ones that I like, but Y/N had me acting different. She gave me a sweet smile before we walked into the studio together.

The other models started showing up as I led them to their dressing rooms where their Fresh Love clothing was waiting for them to change into. I stood in front of the backdrop for the first set of pictures and saw as the models rounded the corner all dressed in Fresh Love. Y/N wore the emerald green sweat set, and damn she looked good. The bright color just worked so perfectly with her complexion and brought out the color in her beautiful eyes. Seeing my own brand on her body drove me crazy. Man, this chick has me on a leash.

As time went by the photographers took group shots of all the models together, and some individual shots of each of them. When it came time for Y/N individual shots she was a natural. Her poses were relaxed, but strong and confident at the same time. She really wore the brand well and I was looking forward to seeing the results. She wraps up her individual shots and starts walking over to me.

“So, how did I look?” She says giving me a flirtatious look.

“Really, really great. I was thinking maybe we can get some pictures of just us two together for the Fresh Love instagram.” I said.

“Sounds great!” She says with a smile. She takes a step closer to me and leans in slightly, “Should I go change?” She asks but this time quieter so only I could hear. She makes me so nervous.

“Y-yeah. There’s, um, there’s a pair of joggers and a t-shirt in your dressing room if you want to change into that for me.” I said stuttering.

“Of course, anything for you.” She says confidently flirting with me. I think she can tell she made me nervous, and she was taking advantage of it. That’s so hot.

***

This time I was wearing the black hoodie and jogger set while Y/N wore the gray joggers and blue t-shirt. I sat on the couch we were using for the shoot, and she comes out of her dressing room to join me. She looked really great. I smiled at her and moved over so she could sit on the couch next to me.

“I’m thinking for the first few poses we just sit here kinda relaxed, looking at the camera. Then we do some where you stand behind the couch leaning over it while I sit here in front of you.” I said.

“Yeah sounds good!.” She says, and with that we start posing for the camera. The photographer has us scotch closer together, and I drape my arm behind her on the top of the couch. It was difficult to keep my eyes on the camera because all I wanted to do in the moment was to look at her. She moves off the couch to position herself behind it. “Like this, Chris?” She asks.

I turn around and see her bent over, arms crossed on the back of the couch. Fuck, her ass looks nice bent over like this. “Yeah, looks great.” I smile at her. I turn back around and the camera continues to click. We move around slightly to get different angles. She moves one of her hands to rest on my shoulder. I feel her hand slide up the back of my neck as her fingertips gently play around with my hair. The tension was palpable. I sharply inhale, a chill moving down my spine, I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep my cool much longer.

“Okay how about we call that a wrap for today. Great job everyone thanks so much for being here.” I blurt out getting off the couch, shaking a few of the photographers hands, before I quickly run into my dressing room without turning back.

***

In the dressing room I can hear the photographers packing up their gear and leave. The other models had gone home for the day, and I wasn’t sure if Y/N had left yet either. I found my answer when I hear a slight knock at the door, “Chris?” She says faintly, “Can I come in?” I’m frozen, I don’t answer before she comes into the room still dressed in her Fresh Love fit. “Are you okay? You seemed kinda frantic towards the end there.” She asks sincerely. I seriously debated telling her I liked her, but I knew that wouldn’t be professional of me.

“Yeah, I just get nervous shooting sometimes.” I lied. Y/N scoffs a little.

“You, nervous? I’ve never been more nervous for a photoshoot before. Having THE Chris Sturniolo sitting inches away for me all day long is something I had only ever dreamed of.” She laughs. “You definitely made me nervous today. God, I’m sorry I sound like such a stupid fangirl right now.” She says looking down.

“I never would have thought you were nervous. You seemed super confident today.” I say.

“Maybe. I tried to be confident so I could impress you.”

“Impress me?” I say a little surprised. She looks up and nods her head. I stand up and approach her meeting her in the middle of the room, “You’ve impressed me plenty, pretty girl.” I’m unsure of where this sudden boldness came from, but I could tell Y/N liked it when her body relaxed, and I could see her whole demeanor change. She looked up at me with seductive eyes.

“I’m glad to hear that,” she runs her hand up my arm before resting it on my chest, “I’m sure I can impress you in other ways too.” Her eyes flash from mine down to my noticeable, growing erection, and then back up to my lips. I can’t keep it in any longer. I lean down and kiss her soft lips, her hand meets the side of my face and my lips part for her to deepen the kiss moving her tongue across mine. We step back and my back hits the wall when her lips move from mine down to my neck bitting and sucking ever so gently.

“Fuck.” I moan softly. I feel her smile into my neck, and she moves a hand down to gingerly palm my boner over my pants.

“I’ve been wanting to touch you like this all day.” She says breathlessly as she pulls away from my neck to look me in the eyes.

“Oh yeah? What else have you wanted to do princess?” I ask suggestively. She smiles, and with that she drops to her knees. She hooks her fingers in the band of my sweatpants before pulling them down to my knees. She places soft kisses on my dick through my underwear, and the slight contact made me groan.

“Eager, aren’t we?” She says as she begins to pull my underwear down. My rock hard dick springs up and hits my stomach and her eyes widen while her mouth parts. She looks up at me and I begin to wrap her hair in my hand holding it back for her while the other gripped the chair next to me as I brace myself. She plants tiny kisses on my thighs on either side of my dick, and the teasing had my cock twitching with every kiss.

“Please, Y/N, please stop teasing.” I sigh. She runs her tongue from the base of my cock on the underside of my dick to the tip where she licks the precum from the slit. She swirls her tongue around my head a few times before pulling away and spitting into her hand. She spreads the wetness on my length as she pumps me a few times before wrapping her lips around my head and pushing her head forward. I let out a moan when I feel my dick hit the back of her throat. She keeps one hand tight at the base of my cock, pumping and twisting it as she bobs her head up and down on it. I’m a whimpering mess. My grip tightens in her hair as I help move her head at a steady pace. Her hand lets go of my shaft as she moves her head all the way forward, taking my full length into her mouth gagging slightly. I look down to see her already looking up at me with tears forming in her eyes. I felt my dick twitch in her mouth as I was close to cumming, but I tugged her hair and pulled her off my length before I could do so.

I move the chair I had been grabbing onto with one hand as my other reached for her chin and guided her to stand.

“Sit.” I demanded. She obliged and sat in the chair as I got to my knees and started pulling the sweatpants off of her. I caress her thighs with my big hands before pulling her thong off and I stare at her dripping wet cunt.

“Did I make you this wet?” I ask, and all she can do is shake her head. “I want you to use your words pretty girl.”

“Yes.” She whines out. “You always make me this wet.”

“Always?” I question. “Do you think about me when you touch yourself?” I ask. She nods her head again.

“Yes.” She says.

“Do you use your fingers when you touch yourself, princess?”

“Yes” she says. My fingertips move agonizingly slow up and down her folds spreading the wetness around.

“And who’s fingers do you imagine are pumping inside of you when you’re touching yourself baby.”

“Yours Chris. Always yours.” She moans out. Without warning I shove two of my fingers deep into her cunt eliciting a sweet moan from her lips. I pump my fingers in and out of her at a fast pace causing her to grip the back of my head roughly, my hair tight in between her fingers. I kitty lick her clit and curl my fingers inside her.

“F-fuck Chris.” She moans out. I continue moving my fingers in and out of her while I lay my tongue flat licking up and down her clit, sucking on it for a few seconds at a time. She pants, trying to catch her breath as she breathes heavier.

“Chris. CHRIS— I’m gonna cum.” With that I immediately pull my fingers out of her and raise my head.

“Not yet, princess. I want you to cum all over my cock for me baby.” I wrap my arms under her thighs and lift her off of the seat carrying her over to the makeup vanity counter across the room. I place her down and she stands facing me.

She reaches for the hem of her shirt to take it off, and I abruptly stop her grabbing her wrist tightly.

“Leave it on princess. I want to watch myself fucking you while you wear my clothes.”

My hands reach her waist and turn her around roughly pushing down on her upper back to bend her over across the counter. I look in the mirror to see her flushed face and eyes blown with lust. I had never been so sex hungry before. I ripped my hoodie off, and began to align my dick at her entrance. I slid the head of my dick in between her folds getting it nice and wet before I pushed in slowly making me groan loudly. Y/N gasps as I enter her, not ready for my size. I bottom out and stand still, letting her adjust to my length. Suddenly, without warning she begins to lean forward and back moving herself on my cock.

“Please move, Chris.” She begged. I smiled at her in the mirror. I started moving in and out of her with slow, hard thrusts. Her walls were warm and tight around my cock. We moaned together as I kept the steady pace.

“Chris?” She says.

“What is it princess?” I look at her in the mirror, half of her now messy hair covering her flushed pink face. She adjusts her arms to grab the front of the countertop. She lifts her chest up slightly, and the FRESH on her shirt is now visible in the mirror.

“Fuck me. Harder.” She pleads, and that was all I needed to hear. I went absolutely feral. I grabbed her hair with one hand making sure to pull her up enough that I could see her Fresh Love shirt in the mirror. My other hand laid flat just above her ass, pushing down so I could balance myself as I relentlessly thrust in and out of her tight pussy.

“Fuck. Fuck, Y/N! You feel so good pretty girl.”

“Chris, I’m gonna cum…” She whines breathlessly.

“Good girl. I want you to cum all over my cock for me.” I say back. We make eye contact in the mirror and I feel her walls clench around me sending a pulsating sensation through my cock, and I knew I was close too. Her face scrunches and she repeatedly moans my name. I feel her cunt tighten and relax around me as she comes all over my cock, and we maintain eye contact as she does.

Seeing her face while she came on my dick was what I needed. My thrusts got harder and sloppier as I felt my dick twitch inside her.

“I’m gonna cum, Y/N! Oh, FUCK.” I moan loudly as I feel myself release my big load into her pussy, my cum coating her walls. I thrust a few more times riding out my high before pulling out seeing our orgasms drip out of her cunt. Y/N turns to face me, and tries to stand but fails as her knees wobble and she grabs the countertop as to not fall down. My hands grab her sides to help balance her.

“You’re amazing, princess.” I say to her. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” I place a gentle kiss on her lips before moving my hands to the bottom of her shirt pulling it up. She raises her arms up as I lift the Fresh Love tee over her head. I crouch down and gently begin wiping her clean with the t-shirt.

“Chris! Not the Fresh Love shirt!” Y/N says surprised and in a concerned tone of voice.

“Baby, it’s my brand. I can do whatever the fuck I want with it.” I smirk, earning a cute giggle from her.

**********

This was my first time writing smut and I think it’s kinda trash but lmk what your thoughts are.

- Kay 🖤

[shinestarhwaa]

CAM GIRL || SONG MINGI

Where Mingi learns his new flame is a camgirl

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Mingi x Camgirl!Fem reader

Word Count: 1.1K

Tags/warnings: Pornography/camgirl, first date AU, dirty language, masturbation

Taglist:

@anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @lemonhongjoong @1-800-shedevil @changbinslovelylegs @jonghostie @lovjensoo @glintneon123 @mjyungi

ENJOY!

"You're a what now?" Mingi asked in awe. You laughed and crossed your legs as you sipped your wine. "I am a camgirl, Mingi," you answered.

"Wow. Sorry. Wow. I don't... know what to say. I have never met a... camgirl before, let alone been on a date with one," he grinned. You grinned as you felt the dry Pinot Grigio on your tastebuds. You weren't the best at handling wine but it was too delicious to reject.

"How long have you been doing that... particular job, Y/N?" He asked, taking another bite of his dessert. "Well, I started out with just revealing pictures, but honestly I enjoy the attention and decided to try it out, so I became a camgirl, that was... three years ago."

"I know it's rude to ask but you must... make a lot of money, don't you?"

You laughed and nodded. "Desperate men love to send money to naked girls." "Do you also take their requests and stuff?" "I do sometimes," you nodded. It was slightly cute, heartwarming even, the way he was so interested in your story.

"Wah," Mingi puffed out, "I'm a little taken aback." You grinned and nodded, finishing the cheesecake dessert you had been devouring. "I understand, not a lot of people confess to working in that industry," you said.

"So... So you show...everything on camera?" He asked carefully. You nodded as you finished your wine as well. "Everything," you answered, "my nickname is Dazy Rose if you wanted to check me out." Mingi started blushing from your words, making you laugh.

Mingi paid for the dinner which you've thanked him for. He drove you home and gave you a kiss goodnight. When he got home he browsed all over the internet to find you, finding your OnlyFans account and the site you do your lives on.

He felt very intrigued by the seductive profile picture and he decided to impulsively create an account so he could subscribe to your pictures. Mingi made sure to have a vague nickname (mangobanana99, don't judge him) and subscribe to you.

Mingi was so excited to look at your pictures but he also felt bad that he could see every part of your body online but you hadn't seen anything of him. That feeling was taken away soon enough when there was a ding! heard from his laptop: Dazy Rose is live.

"Really?" He mumbled, "Live after our date?" Mingi scoffed but then he realized you might expect him to be watching and searching your name right now. What if he's the one who got you turned on? Mingi decided to click and join the live. He wasn't proud of it but he had already made an account for the website anyway.

When he joined the livestream 405 people had already joined before him. "Wah, she must have a lot of fans," Mingi mumbled as he sat his laptop down on his thighs.

"Hi everyone~" your voice chimed from the speakers of his laptop.

Youknowit69: Hello my darling

Mr.sexyleo: Hi sweetie, I have been waiting for you!

Comments were flooding in as you introduced yourself for new viewers. You sat on a bed in a red lingerie set that made Mingi's mind spin. You made casual conversation with them first, making Mingi chuckle at the questions you answered.

"Have I eaten?" She was asked. Mingi's ears nearly perked up at that question and he prepared himself. Was she going to mention him?

"I certainly have, I went out to a lovely restaurant and they had the best food~ Food is pretty great when you don't have to pay for it," she joked, "I had really nice company."

Yes. There we go, nice company! Mingi felt like he won a prize as you said that. His fingers were typing a response before he even knew what he was doing.

Mangobanana69: You must've gone on a date, did the gentleman treat you well?

You laughed and nodded, "Yes, he treated me very well. He was hot too, I kinda hope he's watching so he can witness how wet his face made me."

Mingi swallowed thickly at that and felt himself harden in his slacks when you slipped your panties off and spread your legs. Wow.

Mangobanana69: what a pretty fuckin pussy

"Yeah? You like my pussy?" She smirked as she showed it off for the viewers. Mingi opened the button of his jeans and pulled down the zipper before whipping his hard cock out.

He couldn't believe he was doing this; masturbating to a livestream of a camgirl after a date with her. Normally you go out with someone and you hope to have sex eventually. But maybe you'd still wanna have sex with him soon? Either way, it was strange that he'd see your body first.

That feeling flooded away when he saw you rub your clit and softly moan out. He gasped and immediately took his cock in his hand, slowly pumping it up and down.

Mr.sexyleo: that's it babygirl, I love the way you whine

Daddy033: I wish you were here right now so I could throw you around and pound you

Mingi felt himself slightly jealous at the comments, but he saw he was just one of the 2849 people watching you touch yourself right now. He shouldn't feel jealous about this, you weren't his to begin with. Still he wanted to smack those dudes.

You fucked yourself on your fingers, moaning louder and making sure everyone could properly see your gushing hole. You even came closer to the camera and mic to show it off. Mingi lost his mind at the squelching sound and he started to pump his cock faster, moaning your name.

The sound of your moans got Mingi releasing earlier than expected, his cum coating his hand. Mingi sighed as he laid there, staring at the screen, watching you fuck yourself on the biggest dildo he's ever seen. Post-nut guilt was hard on him but he couldn't close his laptop, he wanted to watch you unravel for him. Except it wasn't for him.

It took a few more minutes for you to cum, showing off all the spasms from your pretty pussy to the camera. He smiled as he watched you regain your breath again. After coming down from your high you thanked all the viewers and apologized for the short live tonight. Mingi left the live and quickly cleaned himself up.

That's when he heard a message pop up on his phone and it happened to be you. He checked it quickly, mouth falling open when he read what it said.

"Come over. NOW."

And he wasted no time.

[fountainpenguin]

Short Version: I don't even know how to begin explaining this, so take these 'fic doodles with no context.

Wish Fixers, my chronically unhelpful beloved...

Long Version (City Lights AU #ridspoilers beyond the above implication. Mentions of death and trauma; it gets pretty dark)

Nalooksthrough, I tag you below because I cited your co-dependent toxic friendship comic and said it was cool- If you don't want to click, that's all the tag was :)

So I started outlining my Dale backstory 'fic (Lemonade and Papercuts) since I am the most predictable person alive and of COURSE I can't resist 7 years of trauma and intimacy anxiety <3. But planning a 'fic like this requires many pieces and many questions.

First and most obvious- How did Vicky lure in Dale? From previous planning, I've already decided that since they're the same age (maybe one year off), they probably knew each other in school or activities.

Ex: Squirrely Scouts & Cream Puffs... Not unreasonable- Throughout the series, many kids participate and the organizations seem to have a big following in Dimmsdale. Vicky's sister Tootie is in the Cream Puffs and Vicky is seen bossing them around in the Season 0 episode "Scout's Honor" ("Oh Yeah! Cartoons"). There's a comic by the same name depicting Remy in Squirrely Scouts (after "Fairy Fairy Quite Contrary" but before he gets his memories back in "Remy Rides Again" and I always thought it was cute). I mean, look at him:

Pictures courtesy of the FOP Wiki

It's not unreasonable that Dale - who's also rich - might've gotten into that (especially since Doug is big on the cowboy theming and of all the rich parents, he's probably the one most okay with his son playing in dirt). Something scout-related could be an option even if Dale and Vicky went to different schools.

A friendship that gets increasingly toxic until it spirals into full-on abuse sounds really interesting (and @nalooksthrough portrayed this idea beautifully imo in THIS comic I can't stop thinking about).

Sounds fun to write, so let's go with that. What's next?

Hey, remember when 7 years ago, I headcanon'd H.P. as Dale's godfather because of this doodle in Da Rules that specifically refers to Pixie godparents and depicts a fluffy-haired kid in a purple shirt?

I recently found out I still had Dale listed as a godchild of H.P. on his full character profile on my fanfic sideblog. I was waffling over whether to retcon that (since I hadn't yet done anything with it), but I started brainstorming whether I COULD do anything with it.

I've always written Wish Fixers in 'fic [e.g. Origin of the Pixies] as a therapy business run by H.P.'s dad (which H.P. bought off him out of spite despite not being licensed for therapy) but, like...

Does Jorgen know H.P. isn't licensed? I can't see why he would... As far as he knows, H.P. owns and runs the place- especially given my lore that Wish Fixers has been in his family for many generations. Sounds qualified to me!

In "School's Out! The Musical" (episode that Da Rules screenshot is from), we learn Pixies are at the back of the line for godparent work, even under creatures like unicorns (Hence the Musical's plot requiring them to remove magical creatures from earth before they could assign themselves to Flappy Bob).

I said in a recent liveblog post that I'd always imagined this was a punishment given to them due to H.P. absolutely failing as godfather to Dale- Thus, the origin of the doodle on the page for that rule. But... I never decided what happened.

See, Dale SEEMS like a guy who would qualify for a fairy. He was probably pretty miserable under Vicky's 7 years of torture and he's still holding onto that trauma in his adulthood.

DID he have a fairy?

I'm just saying, we know from S4's "Wish Fixers" that H.P. is legally(?) allowed to make contracts that swap a fairy godparent with a pixie one if godkids choose to sign of their own free will... Hmm... I'm connecting dots I don't think I like... (I am lying).

I mean?? Dale clearly did not get out of the pit due to magical interference. If I'm committing to the doodle being Dale and reflecting an actual godfather-godson dynamic between him and H.P., then something sure went wrong there. I can't NOT make Dale suffer...

What on earth could've made Dale sign a contract for something a fairy couldn't give him? We know from "Nectar of the Odds" canon that he wished to see his dad, and thanks to previous liveblogs, I DO already have a headcanon of Dale being extremely desperate for his dad's love... Hmm... I can work with that.

I went down a rabbit hole trying to answer the question of how Vicky secured lemons for 7 years for Dale (and other kids) to work with. Here are some lemon tree facts:

- Lemon trees bear fruit after only a few years - They can bear fruit multiple times a year (depending on variety) - A single lemon tree can produce 1,500 lemons in one growing season - Dimmsdale is in California - a state known for lemon orchards.

That feels likely... An orchard of even a few trees can keep you going for a while.

But lemonade doesn't sell for much compared to other things Vicky could've set a kidnapped child up to do (Ex: In "Microphony," she has kids doing a bunch of other tasks like answering phones for her babysitting service, painting houses, and washing cars).

So... WHY lemonade? What is going on that makes this the thing Vicky has Dale do for 7 years?

And who owns the orchard? I need Vicky to obtain lemons without being stopped for 7 years.

Is it a Dimmadome orchard? Maybe, but several episodes imply Vicky's not familiar with the Dimmadomes - and she probably would have turned Dale in for cash reward if given the chance - so those are two things I need to keep in mind.

Does the orchard belong to her family? That's a possibility- Vicky is shown drinking lemonade after "Nectar of the Odds." She definitely could've bought it - It can't be too expensive unless prices were jacked up after she lost her cheap labor - but it's a drink she's seen with in multiple episodes. She definitely likes it.

And we know from "Timmy's 2D House of Horror" that Vicky's parents are terrified of her. It's not likely they'd stop her from taking lemons from the family orchard.

One problem... If Dale goes missing when he's about 9 (Closer to 7 or 8 in my planned timeline), Vicky is also 9 or younger. Are her parents scared of her when she's that small and inexperienced in the ways of the world?

In "The Switch Glitch," she's 5 and seems mild and sweet until 10-year-old Timmy mistreats her- She clearly didn't have memories of Timmy, implying she totally regressed to how she acted when she really was 5. Worth pointing out she goes off the deep end and chains up Cosmo and Wanda, so... she IS mean even at age 5. But also, she's 5. She wears the same purple hair bow in "Switch Glitch" (at 5) that she does when Timmy drains the meanness out of her in "Vicky Loses Her Icky," which is interesting.

So that begs the question... Can I turn my Dale backstory 'fic into a double story of Dale abuse AND Vicky going from a pretty innocent child to Totally Messed Up? Keeping in mind that according to Vicky in A New Wish, Vicky IS the one responsible for abusing him and he "spent 7 years' worth of Saturdays in a factory underneath a lemonade stand."

If that's the way I want to play it... Something happened to send Dale and Vicky down the dual victim-and-abuser path, destinies intertwined. And for some reason, Vicky stuck with the lemonade theme.

Dale just says he spent his Saturdays "in a factory underneath a lemonade stand." It's not out of the question he and Vicky made more lemon products than just lemonade, especially given Vicky's love for money (and those 600 lbs of lemons one tree can produce in a year). We can assume they changed locations a few times or someone would've found the trapdoor on Timmy's lawn. Plus when Dale started his abuse, Vicky hadn't started babysitting Timmy, whom she only met when he was 8.

So, I've set Dale up to be lured in by Vicky because they were friends. I like the idea of things gradually getting worse as Vicky slowly morphs from a friend into a very cruel person. If Vicky was bullying him, what stopped him from just... leaving?

Vicky's transformation was probably subtle if he stayed for so long..... I also pointed out in a recent post that Doug's underground milk empire where he uses hypnotized people for labor bears a striking amount of similarities with Vicky's lemonade stand, even down to the general vibes of "trapdoor entrance" (although it's implied there's another entrance in small building).

And if we want to be technical about things... We don't know if Doug and Dale pressed charges against Vicky. She clearly continues to babysit Timmy and other kids after "Nectar of the Odds" (Season 2).

In Season 4 ("Channel Chasers"), Doug remarks that Timmy's parents should've guessed Vicky was evil because of the Chip Skylark song "Icky Vicky," but he doesn't mention Vicky kidnapping his son. That's.... sus. He even offers to buy a car from her in Season 3's "Engine Blocked" (after Dale's escape).

Why would such a powerful guy let all of that slide? Did they just not have enough proof? Did Vicky wipe the place clean? Did Dale "not want to make a big deal about it" because he was so exhausted and grateful, he just didn't want to think about it or struggle with the legal system? Was he covering for her?? Was he scared to speak up?

... Did Dale not tell his dad the whole truth about where he was?

What if Dale was - in some vague and early concept way - in on the lemonade scheme from the beginning, back when he and Vicky were friends and she wasn't so cruel? Maybe she turned on him and sentenced him to the pit before long?

Why the underground-ness of it? Why the lemonade, which probably doesn't turn much profit... as lemonade. Unless you have unrestrained access to tons of lemons that you can turn into multiple products - Dale DID call it a factory - and no one is stopping you from accessing them...

... but how do you set up a situation where kids have access to a whole lemon orchard - presumably carefully maintained - and the adults don't take it away from them (Because... surely they would've found Dale and multiple other kids if they strayed close).

And Dale didn't leave. He does in "Nectar of the Odds" - apparently of his own volition - but not before. Was he kept there mentally as well as physically?

We KNOW Vicky can't be monitoring him 24/7 because "Nectar of the Odds" is the only episode depicting her paying attention to him, while others show her doing many other things in many other places (though it's worth noting Dale says in that episode that "Vicky's kept him locked up for so long").

Did he stay so long because it was the perceived better fate up until he miraculously crossed paths with his dad (via fairy magic) and took the risk? Would he have gone back in?

Maybe it wasn't supposed to get this out of hand. Dale and Vicky were young when this started... Somewhere between 7 and 9 (given that Dale was kept there for 7 years and Vicky is 16 when he escaped and he tells 9-year-old Dev this happened when he was Dev's age).

Maybe there was an accident. Something not just Vicky, but even Dale felt the need to cover up, especially in regards to the orchard and the fact that it needs to be Vicky's consistent source of lemons (and not something she lost out on before Dale's escape... an illusion of ownership maintained. Kids can't own the orchard, but what if they fooled people into believing it wasn't owned by kids?)

Hmm... some kind of accident that got two mostly innocent kids into huge trouble, thus setting up a horribly intertwined fate where if one of these toxic co-dependent friends backs out and squeals, even the squealer might suffer worse compared to trucking along on the cruel existing path.

tl;dr - if Vicky and Dale accidentally killed the orchard owner but they were kids and terrified to tell an adult lest they go to jail for life so they hid the body in the basement (or like ?? threw it to the coyotes or hyenas that inexplicably lurk on the fringes of Dimmsdale??) and are trying desperately to wipe their hands of this by pretending the lemon orchard is still operational so no one investigates until they can figure out a plan, and then Vicky hardens herself as a trauma response and manipulates Dale into believing it was solely his fault and she'll pin him with murder charges if he gets cold feet and turns her in, and he's miserable and gets a fairy (then loses his fairy via Pixie contract through Wish Fixers, presumably in an attempt to negotiate a way to protect himself from Vicky and somehow not gaining the ire of his father) and then H.P. (lawyer and unlicensed yet de facto therapist pulled two ways) is suddenly Dale's godfather and trying to comprehend what the flip is going on between misery and manslaughter while he's also juggling Gary, Betty, and Flappy Bob at the same time in preparation for the Musical because we know he spent 37 years on that plan...

... Would that be one messed-up yet hyperspecifically canon-compliant 'fic or what?

These thoughts have been haunting me all weekend and I HAD to get my "I'm not that kind of lawyer or therapist" joke out of my system, so there's your context. #Sorry. Is this the direction the actual 'fic will go? ... It's not the direction I really had in mind, but ?? It's off the wall and therefore I must shake it in my teeth. I can't not write Dale backstory this horrific. what. hey.

[teamfortress2point5]

Welcome to Team Fortress 2.5

Hello there,

It's your lucky day! It's me, Saxton Hale!

I'm looking for some crazy kooks to come and fight at my Mercenary Park. Those other mercenaries got stuck with new jobs, so while they're away, I need others to come and take their places. That could be you!

Just fill this little form out, mail it back, and Mr. Bidwell will approve your position as soon as he can! I'm too busy punching bears in the forest.

If you're accepted, we'll have you shipped out to Mercenary Park with all your belongings and give you a complimentary copy of "Saxton Hale's Jungle Brawl" comic! That one's on me!

If not, maybe next time. You'll never know when I'll be needing crazy people to fight in my park.

My regards,

Saxton Hale

(More below)

Hello, everyone.

This is a fun project I was thinking about back on this post on my main blog. I decided to put it in action with this new blog just to keep things organized. But, I can't do this alone, which is where you can come in.

If you join, you'll submit your OC to my main blog @darrowfire15 and we'll all work together to create a story that sort-of fits into TF2 canon (curse the lack of that 7th comic). If you have any questions about the document, feel free to dm me.

The base of the story itself would take place around 1974/1975 and take place in Mercenary Park.

To submit your OC for this project, please DM me with a copy of the filled out document so I can log which OC belongs to which blog. Your OC can be any gender; male, female, genderless, we aren't going to discriminate.

Once your OC is approved, you'll get to make an introduction post for them on this blog! It'll be similar to those character introductions on the official TF2 website; a little written profile about your character with a fully rendered picture. The introductory posts will be linked to the name on the line-up below.

My only rule with OCs is that they are completely original, meaning they aren't made from the current TF2 mercs as bases. Those types of OCs are still valid OCs, just not what I am looking for with this project.

As of 7/10/2024, this is the OC line-up.

Offense

Chemist (@darrowfire15)

[OPEN]

[OPEN]

Defense

Multiman (@joonliebe)

Blacksmith (@kee--moo)

Trapper (@ewige-wiederkehr)

Support

Hunter (@scozthewoz)

Mortician (@darwindanger)

Ranger (@postaltism)

Saxton Hale and Mr. Bidwell will replace the Administrator and Miss Pauling respectively.

Once all of the spaces are taken, we will not accept anymore submissions. I will enjoy reading through each document and learning about your OC!

[lemmmmmmmmmmonade]

tell me about your current Favourite Guy. Tell me anything you want about them you have full permission to Go Nuts. also whats your credit card information

Shout out to Ronald Roy Raymond Rockwell, gotta be one of the characters ever

So, a while back, I decided to watch through various DC animated shows, and really thought that Firestorm was neat, so I decided to delve into his comics (this was also around the start of me finally getting into actually reading comics and not just reading the lore of them because I was so intimidated to jump in and not understand what was going on)

Cut to now where he's my profile picture on every site I can plaster a pic of him onto. He's endearing, what can I say? He has a bit of that Spider-Man charm to him (makes sense I guess, he was co-created by two men who worked on it for a while, particularly Gerry Conway, who wrote for Amazing Spider-Man during the 70's, including the death of Gwen Stacey. Idk I just thought that was interesting) But,

Who the hell is this guy

Ronnie is one half of the hero Firestorm. Then he's the whole shebang. Then he's one half again. Comics are weird man. But the basic deal is that he was caught in a giant nuclear explosion alongside nuclear physicist Martin Stein, and they fuse together into Firestorm, The Nuclear Man. That accident also rendered them the ability to transmute any elements into any other elements. I am fully serious when I say if Firestorm weren't so commited to the bit, he'd be one of the most powerful characters in all of DC. But then a lot of stuff happens, he joins the JLA, he gets caught up in that crisis on those infinite earths, he gets sued, he dies (he got better dw), but I'll just finish off with a few cliff notes

He got essentially drunk off of atomic radiation he absorbed once

He made that goofy ass outfit himself as soon as he figured out his powers

He got sued, yeah. For accidentally destroying property while stopping a villain, but honestly he probably should have gotten sued for a lot of other stuff way before that

Like that fact he turns so much stuff into asbestos to stop fire

Ronnie it's the 1980's people know that's a carcinogen at that point

Stop making things into asbestos

Shit got weird for a bit after he got a nuke dropped on him

Like how the story transitioned from weird science stuff as a base to pure fantasy and Firestorm became a fire elemental which completely nixed the whole nuclear part of the character

Literally two of his villains are more popular than him right now (Killer Frost and the Weasel)

He's got ･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: DADDY ISSUES :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ

He died so bad he came back as a black lantern when that event happened, and when he was fully revived he immediately went back to college and partied it up

But despite all of that, the reason I find myself liking Ronnie is that it's his immediate gut instinct after he gets powers to help people. Even when he's sulking and being angsty, he gets over it as soon as someone needs his help

also i dont have a credit card, would debit work

[sarah-yyy]

a few of y’all have asked me about new life begins, and i’m procrastinating over work so............

BASICALLY this story revolves around the royal family of xinchuan (head of the nine states). xinchuan has a tradition wherein the other eight states send eligible women over to marry the xinchuan princes. the show opens with all these women coming into xinchuan for this selection

this is our main character li wei

bbg does Not want to be selected as a bride for any of the princes. she comes from jichuan (one of the least wealthy states, most of them are farmers) wherein people marry for love and men aren’t allowed to have concubines, she is Not Into this xinchuan polygamy bs, and is doing all she can to be sent back home asap so she can live her chill life

this is the sixth prince yin zheng, unloved (for now!) and mostly unnoticed (also for now!!) son of an unfavoured concubine. he’s introduced as being sickly and of little note in the political field. he mostly gets along with his brothers by virtue of having little interaction with them and keeping a real low profile

this boy is way smarter than he presents to outsiders!! he knows that the least favourable political marriage will be assigned to him, so he figures he might as well get ahead of it and voluntarily ask for the nominee from jichuan to be his wife

li wei ends up yin zheng’s concubine!!! which is the worst!!! not only does she have to conform to this xinchuan polygamy bs, she’s not even his main wife!!! she’s depressed for a few days until she catches wind that yin zheng only has a few weeks left to live (fake news) and it just kickstarts a whole bunch of hilarious shenanigans in which she tries to be nice to him before he dies and she gets to go home to jichuan as a widow

cue yin zheng (who doesn’t know what li wei is thinking) going: she’s??? nice to me???? mayhaps..........she be.........in love with me??????

(uhhhh because she’s adorable???? i like her) 

ANYWAY y’all get the drift, it’s the whole arranged marriage, strangers to lovers, pining after my spouse vibe that i absolutely love!!! 

but it’s not just that!!! it’s also that the female characters are all well-written and the friendships between all of them are so cute!! 

first left is shangguan jing, fifth prince’s wife! she’s from danchuan which is a matriarchal society. she’s good at martial arts and very straightforward. does not really want to be married to xinchuan (much less to the fifth prince who starts off liking someone else), but is Doing Her Duty. i am SO INVESTED in her relationship with the fifth prince ahhhh, he’s a wimp (affectionate) who, this far in the show, has come to love his wife and is fretting constantly over how to make her happy/make her love him 

first right is hao jia! she’s the second prince’s concubine and li wei’s bff. she’s sweet and well-natured and essentially Good At Everything. the second prince is kind of a dick with obvious dv tendencies, but he’s the eldest son of the emperor’s wife and next in line for the throne. i am just HOPING we get to see hao jia go off on him one day soon 😭 (side note: i’m actually also curious about the second prince’s wife - i wonder if she and hao jia will team up to get rid of the second price ugh)

this is yuan ying junzhu, my li wei’s yin zheng’s wife. hoooo boy folks, when the emperor ordered yin zheng to marry her against his Very Strong Objection, i thought we were going to start in on the angst and the whole jealous wife arc, but!!! she’s got zero interest in him, and they decide that she’ll basically stay at the manor as his advisor/li wei’s tutor! she 100% likes li wei more than she likes yin zheng lbr

not pictured but also a+++ characters that i love: the third prince’s wife + his harem of concubines (he’s named them all after the 24 traditional solar terms); the seventh prince and his wife (both of whom are adorable and just try to stay low-key and out of trouble); song wu²; all the servants at the sixth prince’s manor

ANYWAY this show is light-hearted and fun and an absolute delight to watch!! it’s been awhile since we’ve had a romcom-ish cdrama that’s had actual budget to produce something to this quality 💖 11/10 would rec!!! 

where to watch: iqiyi // viki // youtube status:  this updates every sunday to wednesday (local chinese time), with 2 eps being released every day. 22/40 eps have aired so far, i think iqiyi subs are up to date with the current airing schedule but i can’t be sure? someone correct me if i’m wrong! 

[pommyommyomni]

HHHHHH hi Yommy

Yommy Yoshi

Gwi-Yommy ((from the Korean word I learnt when I was 8 , "gwiyomi" which literally translates to "act cute"))

ANYWAYS

THANK YOU SO SO SOOOO MUCH FOR EVERYTHING THAT YOU HAVE SAID ON YOUR LATEST ASK , AND YES !!!! BY ALL MEANS , DAS ME FR 🫵🫵

((She is my main Sona , Aru !!!! She is a Satyr))

And babessss please , by all means again , go ahead and draw and colour me however you'd like !! Aru never had any official theme colours yet , but her robe is dark blue with a white hoodie underneath haha

((This is the only doodle I have of Aru by the way))

Hi Moonie baby !!! Sorry that it took so long for me to answer this ask sweetheart, I've been on an accidental hiatus (life got busy), oops :p I missed you lots !! I hope you're doing ok since I've been gone, love <3

that's so neat, the meaning behind Yommy! You're such an angel coming up with a nickname for me that translates to that, it warms my heart. I'm honored to have you think a nickname as cute as that suits me, love <3

Gosh I love Aru so, so much! Thank you for the art of your sona babes <3! I've been brainrotting about it since you sent the ask gah,,, the doodles you sent with the ask are also ABSOLUTELY adorable, I love how blushy she is/you are, little doeling <3

anyways, here's the colored version !! I hope you like it angel <33

I color-picked a pallete from your profile picture, I hope that's ok! (here's the pallete)

I also doodled a little bit, and i figured I should share those as well lol.

I decided I needed to make a little guy for me, so that she can interact with your little guy :) they just look like my roblox avatar tbh BUT I was excited to give Aru a friend !!

I also had like a thought while I was drawing and I had to draw it out or I'd explode. Most people are taller than I am, and I figured that would probably true about you and me too hon! so I drew us meeting except I'm short about it I guess??

This one is a WIP, I think! I 'd like to finish painting it for you, fawn—I've been having so much fun painting digitally and I'm very excited that I got to do it for Aru/you !! :)

That's all, I think! Thank you for being patient and waiting for me to reply, dear—it means a lot <3!! Sorry that this reply is so long oops ;p

I hope you're having a lovely day, my darling !! Stay safe and take care of yourself for me, ok? Drink water and eat if you're hungry, honey; and take your meds if you have any! And also don't die on me please, <33

[neonluardon]

An Uncanny Dream

Now, I have dreams, some of which tend to involve a character or two. I am a Genshin Impact fan, and I especially like Kaeya. But the dream I had about Kaeya was so uncanny and equally majestic that I never wanted to forget about it. So, I prepared some visuals. I will be using the notes I took the moment I woke up. These notes help me a lot, as I have already forgotten almost all of the details.

Plot: I was the player but instead of controlling the Traveler, I was controlling Kaeya, the story itself was from his perspective. Because of a reason, I cannot remember, Kaeya ended up stuck between the line of truth and delusion.

Kaeya was aware of his existence, his world was pitch black and white. Everything he used to find beautiful now looked horrible, all voices were gone but a music that kept repeating over and over. As Kaeya, I was supposed to run around and ask for help. But no matter where we went, we couldn't interact with a person.

I remembered I had some resin (even in a dream I'm worried about not using resin lol) and decided to fight in a domain. Somehow, although we couldn't interact with humans and animals, Kaeya could harm Hilichurls and other Abyss-related creatures.

Upon defeating the enemies, Kaeya got an artifact. But this artifact didn't have relic bonuses.

The artifact's name was changed to "Memories From Afar". When I tried looking at the description of the artifact, instead of writing a story or giving an explanation, it simply said:

"You cannot go back now. Memories are out of your reach."

It said "Fatal error." too in very rare cases, because I was panicking so much that I kept reloading the screen and expected something else to come. After obtaining this artifact, I never managed to earn another one no matter how much resin I used.

I decided to use this artifact on Kaeya, but when I opened the character screen, all of my characters were gone and only Kaeya existed. And, well, he didn't look very well.

All of his talents were set back to one. His name didn't exist, instead, there was something akin to "X" but not exactly the same. He was a shadow, an "absence" on the game's screen. And his profile icon didn't exist as well. During this moment, I noticed that Kaeya couldn't interact with the others because he literally didn't exist anymore. He was conscious, he tried everything, but all that was left of him was his absence. And for some reason, no one in Mondstadt seemed to notice his sudden disappearance either.

Did the Irminsul Tree get corrupted and erase his information or was he not cared for at all? This was the question Kaeya asked. I was shocked since I didn't expect him to know about the tree and information could get erased from there.

I kept controlling Kaeya but the vision was so vague that the map barely helped, and no, the main menu wasn't opening either. No Paimon, no settings, just Kaeya and his absence.

Then, I remember seeing Dragonspine. Kaeya was here for some reason, lost and confused. But since he didn't exist anymore and all he could talk with was me (the player, not the traveler, he broke the 4th wall) he suggested taking some pictures.

This especially crept into me a lot because, in one of the fics I wrote, Kaeya went so insane that he needed pictures to make sure he did things right. I can somehow feel that by telling me to take pictures, he meant it in a way to "make sure everything is real."

He got mad when he saw the photos and how even they were colorless. He thought that by using an object that "exists" he could get rid of the terrible darkness. The photos also proved that what we were seeing was correct since not even the player could outrun the colorless screen. Yes, he said that. If even I can't change things, there is nothing Kaeya could do, according to him.

This was one of the scariest scenes, to be honest. The map was there but I couldn't understand a thing, everything looked too dark, once the elegant and magical Dragonspine was now sheer nightmare material. We fought multiple monsters. Kaeya was trying to find his way into reality, thinking for some reason that someone could bend his curse, and bring back the colors. It felt cold, too cold. I could physically feel the sheer chillness hitting my face. I remember moving in my bed as the dream continued.

But it came to an end. Kaeya was attacked by a Mitachurl with a cryo shield. We tried outrunning it but the cold killed Kaeya before the monster. I woke up after he died, the "sheer cold" screen was the simplest but most uncanny thing I have ever seen. It doesn't look that terrifying in the gif but imagine seeing this in a dream.

And a silence followed, Kaeya said nothing. I clicked the revive button but it simply said "Fatal error: Character files missing"

But as I stared at the screen, I could also think of a way that could have saved Kaeya. It was Diluc. For some reason, Diluc's flames could cut through Kaeya's corruption and the tides of reality itself. That little cut between truth and delusion could be his escape. But we never found Diluc, and it was already too late when I realized what we could have done. I felt guilty, knowing that he died because of me. And it wasn't a simple death either, he was deleted or his information in the Irminsul Tree got corrupted beyond fixing, erasing him from existence altogether as the only remains of his presence were his consciousness. He died in darkness, in the sheer cold he despised so much.

I woke up. I was mesmerized by this dream and wanted to write it down. But now that I looked at my badly written notes and the scenes I tried recreating, I feel terrible. This dream was one of the greatest things I have ever experienced, it showed just how creative my brain could get but also... how horrifying it can be. I will never forget the sheer cold screen and the artifact of "Memories From Afar".

[cozyrecords]

Hello everyone, its my first post <3

This isn't proofread so there might be mistakes in this, so I appreciate the feedback.

From Solo Date to Something More

It was the most anticipated weekend ever since you were cooped up in your dorm room, studying endlessly for the semester exams. You finally have the time to do whatever you want to do once you become free, ranging from cleaning to pampering yourself by going on a solo date, which you thought would be a good idea to relieve the post-exam stress.

But God had other plans for you. What you thought was a solo date turned into an unexpected date with Inarizaki's volleyball player, Suna Rintaro.

The middle blocker had been sent to the same café you were in. His friend, Atsumu, had asked him to cover for him on the blind date Atsumu was supposed to attend. In an unexpected twist, Suna forgot about the original date, captivated by your presence as soon as he entered the café.

You entered the café and decided to sit in the corner of the café, by the window to your left. But by the time you were done with the order, a guy came in and dragged the chair to sit opposite you.

"I'm Suna Rintaro. Nice to meet you," he awkwardly bowed and smiled before you could even ask who he was.

"Um…hello?" You puzzled at the sudden interruption, staring at him.

"May I know your name?" He tilted his head.

"I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you too, I guess? Have we met before?" You questioned him because he seemed a bit familiar to you.

"Honey, you need a better pickup line. It's getting old, don't you think?"

"I was genuinely asking. Plus, you chimed in while I planned a solo date." You scowled lightly at the nickname.

"I am sorry for that. Coming back to the previous question, I might seem similar if you are also from Inarizaki because that's where I study and play volleyball-"

A phone ringtone interrupted him. He excused himself, and you couldn't quite hear his conversation, but his profile caught your attention.

That's when it hit you—he might be one of the players on the volleyball team. Slowly, you noticed how he was handsome, with the cafe's soft light complementing his sharp jawline, cat-like eyes, and soft, fluffy hair that made you want to ruffle it gently. Suddenly, you snapped out of it when he spoke up.

"You can take my picture," he smirked.

"I wasn't staring... just wondering if we've met before because you seem familiar." You blushed, trying not to make a stranger uncomfortable. It was rare for you to be interested in someone, let alone be absorbed by a person's features.

Wtf Y/N? Get a hold of yourself; you came here to enjoy yourself. Why are you even talking to a stranger? You cringed at yourself.

Suna took the chance to get to know you, despite his buddy Atsumu's suggestion that he return home after the date they were supposed to go on was cancelled.

"How about we get to know each other?"

"Why would I be interested in knowing someone whom I have never met despite being in the same school? Let me enjoy my time in peace," you said, thinking the situation was ridiculous.

"So you are from Inarizaki too?" His eyes slightly widened in amusement, and you face-palmed yourself internally. "That's even more of a reason to get to know each other."

You gave it a thought, bit your lips slightly, and decided to give it a chance because, why not? You guys might become friends.

"Y/N L/N! Your order is here." The waitress gave a polite smile while placing the coffee. You returned the smile and turned to Suna. "What do you want to get?"

"Can I get a frappe? With chocolate sprinkles, please. Thank you." The waitress went back with the order.

You giggled in secret, watching how his face lit up at the sprinkles. "You know...you're the first guy I have seen who has asked for sprinkles separately."

"What about it? I love them." He raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, no, no... I'm sorry if I offended you. I just thought it's...rare?" cute? That is what you wanted to say.

"By the way, I am in Class 3."

"Class-2."

From here on, you guys were gradually opening up to each other, forgetting about your surroundings, completely engrossed in each other's likes and dislikes. He was excited about his frappe with chocolate sprinkles, and he was utterly disgusted by the fact that you chewed the ice at the end of your iced coffee, to which you laughed and teased him by chewing loudly to irk him.

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Suna had excused himself to the washroom, but little did you know he went to the cash counter to pay the bill in advance, both as a gentleman as well as for how he interrupted your supposed solo date. He looked towards the table where your back was currently facing and smiled at how you guys were getting along.

"Here is the change, sir. Have a great day and visit us again." The cashier handed over the change.

Meanwhile, you were also having a good time with him, despite things going unplanned. You found yourself enjoying the evening as the time passed. Later, you guys decided to pay before heading out.

Suna was smiling on the way to the cash counter, choosing to remain innocent.

"This fine man has already paid for your order." The cashier showed a toothy grin.

After a little gasp, you turned around and offered to pay him for your order; he politely declined and stepped back.

"Oh, please, this is the least I can do since I spoiled your plans." He meant it sincerely, so you forgave him, as you thought this wasn't bad either.

You guys got out of the café while he offered to tag along with you to your dorm.

"Hey, you don't have to be sorry... I uh...actually had a great time!" You beamed at him.

He felt the time around him slow down, watching your glimmering eyes, your smile stretching from ear to ear, the slight blush on your cheeks and nose due to the humidity, and a few stubborn hair strands framing your face. As cliché as it sounds, his heart skipped a beat when you stepped a bit closer to him to get his attention back to reality.

"Heyy!" You chuckled, admiring his cute and embarrassed face, which is now turning red bit by bit.

"I..just..nothing." He sighed to himself, trying to keep his heart from pounding too much. "I wanna tell you that I enjoyed my time with you and I'm not bluffing."

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As much as you wanted the time to just pause, unfortunately, the dorm is nearing, and neither of you wanted to part ways. Both of you wanted to spend more time with each other, but you guys were already excited to meet at school the next day.

Amidst all of these, you were planning to ask why he approached you out of the blue, or even worse, if it was all just a silly bet. Oh God, you were having all sorts of thoughts.

"This wasn't how I expected it to be."

He watched your beautiful smile falter off of your face. So he realized quickly that the way he worded it misinterpreted the situation.

"Oh my God, I am so sorry! I didn't mean it in a bad way. Actually, I was supposed to meet another girl- 'Twas Atsumu, my friend, who set me up and I got to know she ditched." He stumbled and furiously shook his hands and head.

"Wait, wait, wait...so you were supposed to be here to cover for your friend, but you remained here knowing that she ditched? So you wanted to spend time with me instead?" You cleared it out for him as you watched him take a breath of relief.

"Good God, yes, and I loved every moment; in fact, I like you-r personality." He muttered. "Fuck, I promise I am not kidding."

You admired the fact that he chose to sit with you regardless of the actual date, but you couldn't help the uneasiness of him leaving you if his date showed up instead. However, even before you could say anything else, he spoke up.

"It's unfair of me to keep you hanging, thinking I just wasted your time. So how about we turn this impromptu meeting into an actual and proper date? I'd love to get to know you more if you'd let me." His voice was laced with sincerity and eagerness to not let this whole thing slip away.

"Surely, I loved spending time with you, and I would love to see where this heads." Your heart fluttered at his words.

Suna's smile widened at your reply and shocked you with an unexpected embrace. Your body relaxes immediately, and you wrap your arms around his shoulders. He let go first, his ears bright red, cheeks flushed, and lips quivering.

You wanted to squish his cheeks so bad at how cute he looked. It was also your first time to see a guy this shy but also upfront about his intentions to not have you waiting.

"Let's exchange our numbers, so I can make sure that our next meeting is a proper date." He gave his mobile with the dial open while turning his head sideways to avoid eye contact.

After you guys exchanged the numbers, you sent a quick text to him. It was a comfortable silence that surrounded you guys.

"Well, I gotta go. Let's meet tomorrow at school." His eyes looked hopeful.

"Yess! Also, the next date's on me and no you can't refuse." You quickly closed your mouth with your hands at the sudden excitement you displayed.

He grinned, letting his shivering hands go into his coat pocket. Suna has had his share of being in a relationship or two, but it was never this heart-racing. His partners either dated him for his popularity or to pass the time. Nevertheless, he remained reassured by you and felt calm around you.

"If it helps, I am equally looking forward to this, but let's take it slow." He cautiously looked at your face for any sort of discomfort.

"I'd never imagine a guy telling me this. Of course, we will take this slow." You assured him.

"It's already late; it's better to head to our dorms. Have a good night." He raised his hand and said goodbye.

"Good night, Suna." You headed inside the dorm.

As you reached your dorm, you couldn't help but feel a freshly found excitement and curiosity about what would happen from now on. You had no idea that this chance meeting with Suna Rintaro would open a lovely chapter in your life, one that would be filled with laughter, shared memories, and the promise of something special.

[klausysworld]

Hey could you do a smut klaus x blackreader the reader is marcels sister visiting him but klaus doesn’t know that reader is marcels sister so klaus and reader hookup and when marcel finds out he flips out?

Shit. Marcel.

i was lead across a sofa waiting in one of the living rooms in the compound like my brother had requested when someone stormed in. I knew immediately who this once, Marcel had warned me plenty. I looked him over noticing his lean body, you could still make out his muscles through his slightly too tight henley, it clung to him perfectly. His arms were crossed over his chest, he was giving a dominant stance, he was in a bad mood, that was clear. The fabrics of his clothing were obviously to the best quality, it looked soft to touch. I glanced down at his jeans, the dark material must have been new on, they didn’t look worn at all. His leather boots also looked untouched, vampire or not i still wear the same clothes pretty frequently, how many outfits did he have?

A throat cleared and i looked back to his face, stubble ran across his jaw, only really noticeable when close up. His lips were perfect, a lovely shade of pink, maybe a tint of red? They’re full and look so soft. His nose had a slight curve to it but i could tell his side profile would still be highly attractive. The apples of his cheeks fit his face well, maybe he’d have dimples? I met his pale blue eyes though they seemed to somewhat darken as i studied them, the smallest traces of green danced within them, turquoise maybe? One brown raised and only then did i realise he had said something, his lips now pulled into a smirk, a very very distracting smirk.

“i know that i’m a nice view love but i don’t enjoy repeating myself” his accent was stronger than i had imagined, then again i also sort of pictured him to be more bulky, hard features and dark hair for some reason, maybe to suit his oh so dangerous reputation.

“uhuh well could you just this once, i wasn’t listening” i smiled sheepishly as i turned over to lay on my stomach facing the man over the edge of the chair, i wetted my lips and adjusted my hair.

“yes that much was obvious, i asked who you were” he looked annoyed but somehow adorable at the same time, i’m not sure if his lips were purposely in a slight pout or naturally. His foot tapped slightly gaining my attention and he look thoroughly amused

“y/n” i stated simply looking to his hair. He used top quality conditioner for sure. His curls were natural and went well with his his face.

“right well y/n could you tell me why you’re in my house?” i made a long ‘mmm’ sound before pursing my lips thinking it over. If he knows i’m marcels sister he’ll probably get all cocky. If he thinks i don’t know much then he’ll be a little more chill.

“I’m one of Marcels vampires” i decided to go with an easy option

“i haven’t seen you before” great he’s just as paranoid as my brother said.

“well there’s a lot of us so i’m not surprised” i muttered rolling my eyes

“yes but i think i would remember you, i wouldn’t forget a face like that” ah smooth. I let out a laugh at that which had both his eyebrows rising as he watched me push a hand to my mouth

“really? why’s that? am i just that beautiful? am i like an angel that dropped from heaven” sarcasm dripped from my voice as i giggled through it. If Marcel were here he would’ve been on the floor, this guys 1000 years old and you can just tell he’s going to be cheesy. I glanced up at him to see a more genuine smile on his face as he watched me calm down

“well i would have argued you were very beautiful but now i’m not so sure you need the flattery” he mused walking closer and sitting on the arm of the chair i was on, i decided to stretch my arms over his legs before turning round to lay on my back, i leant back using his thigh like a pillow

“well what can i say? perhaps i’m just a vain person, look we already have something in common” i clapped enthusiastically until his hand came down a grabbed both of mine keeping them together. I couldn’t help the little wave of excitement it gave me seeing his hand move to grip my wrists, his hands were much bigger than mine, i followed the veins from them up to his forearm, his sleeves were slightly pushed up allowing me go see his strong arms. I groaned at the idea’s running through my head and i heard a him chuckle lowly

“you’re either a new vampire who can’t control their lust or just haven’t been satisfied for far to long” he squeezed my wrists with one hand and pulled them up over my head, my arms now over his thighs as-well.

“maybe i’m just bored” i muttered watching his other hand move to touch my torso. I was wearing a tight top, it was cropped too allowing his fingers to feel my rich skin. I could feel my panties dampen under my shorts and i shifted a little to become more comfortable

“well it just so happens i have nothing to do, perhaps you and i can help each other” he murmured putting his hands under my tank top, my bra was strapless and so he easily pulled it from my body making me gasp. The pads of his fingers lightly stroked across my nipples and i arched up to meet his hand

“i’m meant to be waiting for Marcel” i muttered trying to remind myself that if my brother walked in i would be very much dead and so would Klaus

“what could he have that you want?” he questioned with a pinch and i moaned softly

“oh fuck it” i huffed vamp speeding him flat on his back on the sofa straddling his waist. I leant down and forcefully kissed his sultry lips, it was a kiss of raw need, lust, desire whatever you want to call it. It was rushed and sloppy. A fight for dominance with our tongues which i eventually gave into and was immediately flipped back around, his crotch rubbed against mine as i pulled his head closer, my hands were now in his fluffy hair tugging harshly making him grunt into my mouth. His hands gripped my hips in a bruising manner, i wrapped my legs around his hips pulling him as close as possible. His chest touched mine as we parted, both panting heavy breaths and i lifted the henley over his head throwing it to the floor before reaching down to his jeans. He quickly kicked them off before dragging my shorts down, he didn’t waste a second before removing my underwear as-well. I groaned as the cool air hit me

“so wet for someone you just met” he muttered leaving open mouth kisses down my body. My top was the only thing i still had on but he let wet patches on the fabric where his mouth was anyway. I spread my legs wider as he sucked along my thighs, i sighed bringing my hand down to run my fingers through his hair making him look up at me. I didn’t look away for a second as his tongue licked a strip all the way up my pussy, i gaped slightly as he pushed his mouth against me, sucking at me like i was his last meal, i forced my eyes open to keep on his.

“fuck you’re good” i laughed breathily as my nails scratched his scalp lightly, he groaned and plunged his tongue deeper inside me, curling it and just touching my spot, i pulling his locks closer getting him to hit the spot better, i moaned out lowly while watching him. His eyes went back to my core and he let his nose brush my clit, i gasped at the shot of ecstasy running to my lower stomach.

“we don’t have time for this” i mumbled mostly to myself than him and reluctantly pushed him away. The confused look on his face was priceless as i moved to sit up

“what are you doing?” he questioned seemingly offended

“i don’t have much time, i’d rather your cock than your mouth right now” i muttered crawling towards him and claiming his lips with mine once again to keep him quiet…and maybe because i just liked his lips. I pulled away sooner than last time and moved my hands to feel his pants. He was very much ready, and very well endowed, i’m not sure why i was so surprised but i definitely wasn’t disappointed.

“aw so hard for someone you just met” i quoted him mockingly and his jaw clenched

“you’re the one who couldn’t keep your eyes off me, you were desperate before i even walked in” he definitely doesn’t like being embarrassed, his cheeks were turning a shade of pink as he spitted his words back at me

“says the man who immediately went to touch my tits, you want me to stop Klaus?” i whispered as i pulled him from his boxers and stoked him slowly. His hips jerked slightly as i brushed his tip with my thumb before he grabbed my wrist with a growl

“i think you’re overestimating your power sweetheart” he murmured shoving me onto my back, both wrists were pinned above my head tightly as he gripped himself in his hand. He paused for a second and glanced at me, he was asking me? i gave him a little nod and with that he pushed inside me, i moaned out feeling his size stretch me, my eyes closing as my back arched to him

“struggling to adjust are we love? is my cock too big for your tight little pussy?” i groaned at his words while he fully seated himself inside me

“you’re accent is far too pretty to say such dirty words” i laughed as i squeezed around him a few times waiting for the discomfort to pass.

“what would you prefer i say?” he asked sounding shocked at my honesty

“i’d prefer you just fucked me” i whispered with a roll of my hips gasping as he slid out a little before back in as my hot walls swallowed him again this time only pleasure coursing through me. He began moving his hips to mine slower than i expected him too, it allowed me to feel every vein of his thickness as his hard dick caressed my walls making me groan deeply.

I opened my eyes to see his shut tightly, his lips parted as soft breaths escaped them, he looked peaceful sort of. Content maybe. His hand’s grip went slack against my wrists letting me reach my hands out to touch his angelic face. My thumbs stroked his lips lightly and he picked up his pace, i sucked in a breath as he got deeper inside me, a familiar knot twisting inside. I wrapped my legs higher up his body getting him to hit just right as he now pounded into me harshly, brows furrowed and his breathing now a pant. I quietly moaned his name as his tip seemed to rub my spot at a supernatural speed.

I moved my hand down between our bodies and let my index figure touch my throbbing clit making me whimper louder than anticipated. His eyes opened slowly, looking down to my hand before he guided away from myself and rubbing my stomach lightly

“sorry love” he muttered before having his own fingers circle my sensitive nub having me moan his name much louder. The combination of his hips snapping to mine, cock slamming into me and his warm fingers playing with me perfectly in time had my legs shaking slightly, back arched so much my breasts brushed against his chest bringing that extra sensation that had the knot inside screaming to come undone. I gripped onto his back feeling his shoulder blades flex beneath my fingers as i applied pressure with my nails. He twitched inside me while i clutched him tightly, my head fell back presenting him with my smooth bronze neck. I heard him groan as his lips pressed to my skin, my throat tingles where he touched, my clit pulsed faster and my walls tightened drastically

“can i bite you sweetheart?” he whispered letting his teeth graze my neck

“as long as it isn’t with your werewolf venom then yeah” i whispered back impossibly quietly but he still heard me

“i don’t think i would ever want to harm someone as heavenly as you” i breathed another laugh at that.

His teeth sunk into my flesh, the feeling utterly euphoric as my walls squeezed once more tightly as i came with a cry, he groaned against my throat, his hips stuttering before coming to a halt as he released thick ropes of himself inside of me, the full feeling making me moan loudly once again while his fingers slowed on my swollen clit before pulling away.

His face left my neck for a second before he brought his tongue back to swipe across the healing wounds

“so gorgeous” he muttered grabbing my jaw and kissing me once again, his tongue already dancing with mine as i tasted my own blood and pulled him closer.

The sound of my ringtone caused me to pull away making him groan as i reached out to grab my phone

shit. Marcel.

my eyes widened and i sat up way too fast, forgetting he was still inside me, i whimpered quietly as i pulled myself off of him. He sat watching blankly as i quickly got redressed holding the ringing phone

“hey uh, i’ll see you around yeah? okay. Thanks for keeping me busy, you were great” i kissed his lips quickly before stumbling out the room and answering the call.

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I had been staying in my own apartment while visiting my brother, we had learnt from past experiences that when we live under the same roof we just bicker and get pissed off. We love each other but that doesn’t mean we have to do everything together.

I hadn’t seen Klaus since, probably better off, he had a werewolf who was pregnant with his child and a blond psychiatrist who were probably swooning for him. He was a busy guy, if didn’t even think about him…that much, i didn’t think about him that much.

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Marcel and i had just been out for lunch, we were catching up on everything that had happened the past few years and how he felt about the whole originals situation. I had decided to walk him back to the compound as we were halfway through our conversation when we left the café and my apartment wasn’t far from him.

I came in for 20 minutes or so as nobody else was in, he showed me the changes to the interior he had done since my last visit and i met some of the new vampires.

Just as i was walking out of the door i walked straight into something hard. I swear i opened the door.

i looked up to see Klaus. ah shit.

he looked surprised and quickly wrapped his arms around me making me panic slightly knowing Marcel was just behind me

“wouldn’t want you running off again would we love?” he whispered pulling me flush against him

Suddenly Klaus was shoved off of me and Marcel had me behind him

“what do you mean again? don’t you touch her” he warned as Klaus went to step closer to me. I bit my lip nervously and grabbed Marcels hand

“we met- the other day and i left pretty quick is all” i smiled innocently and Marcel studied me closely before his eyes widened and he stepped back

“tell me you did not sleep with Klaus Mikaelson” i blinked at him, the second i opened my mouth he began talking again

“oh this! this! is fucking fantastic! I mean really you know that this is the wrong time to do something like this! wars are happening everywhere and you thought that was a good idea” he gestured towards Klaus aggressively and i shrugged my shoulders

“we actually only really covered the situation today and i fucked him the first day i was here soo…” Marcel brought both hands to run down his face as he sighed loudly

“neither of you ever, ever speak to each other again, that will never repeat, am i clear y/n” he was staring straight into my soul

“i dunno at this point i might just do it again to piss you off” i shrugged and glanced at an extremely confused Klaus, who was a combination of amused, slightly nervous and just lost

“you dare.” he whispered quietly as he pushed me out the compound quickly as i laughed. The door slammed behind me and immediately i heard yelling, objects shattered and the smell of blood. Fuck.

I vamp sped back inside and dragged Marcel off of a bloody Klaus

“would you just calm the fuck down for like two minutes” i growled as i held him back. Klaus remained sat on the floor clearly surprised at the outburst

“that fucking mutt put his hands on you, i’m going to end him if it kills me too” yea that seemed to bring Klaus back. His eyes yellow as he ripped Marcel from my grip and tossed him against the room. He punched him once, twice, three times before i sped in the way and took the fourth hit crying out at the force of his hit. Immediately both men shut up, no hands were thrown and silence took over the room. My eyes remained on Klaus’s as pure fear settled on his face, Marcel gently touched my cheek where i was hit

“i’m so sorry, oh god i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to do- that! i wasn’t, i didn’t” Klaus was backing away quickly wiping his hand on his shirt nearly tripping over his own foot

“it was my fault, i overreacted and purposely got him mad, lets just get you home okay, i’m sorry y/n, you know i wouldn’t-“

“no it’s fine, i jumped in the way, i knew he’d get me instead it’s okay, i’m not hurt, I’m a vampire, i heal, both of you just apologise to each other and i’m gonna get a drink or something” i gave Klaus a small reassuring smile as i left the room.

By the time i came back they were both sat down quietly.

“i’m sorry i hurt you” klaus whispered and i gently pet his hair

“that’s okay, i forgive you” i mumbled rubbing my thumb over his pouted pink lips

“and i’m sorry i slept with your sister, i wasn’t aware”

“it’s fine i overreacted, it’s not like i’m not seeing your sister so you know”

“damn what a fucked up family” i muttered taking a sip of my drink

“right so i’m gonna head out, you two good? nobody’s gonna scream the second i leave?” they both nodded

“alright then, see both of you soon then okay?”

“i’ll see you tomorrow?” Marcel offered snd i nodded shrugging

Klaus looked at me almost hopefully before side-eyeing Marcel. I wrote down my number and handed it to Klaus ignoring my brother’s eye roll

“see you soon Klaus” i whispered and quickly kissed his cheek before going to my new home

[galaxy-stardust]

Duskwood

Jakes view

Part 4

In their next steps, they hack into the doctor's computer and talk about their findings. They both feel that they're an awesome team.

Dan wants MC to stay in the group, which is very good. It wasn't my work but that's okay.

After investigating a lot again, Jake wants MC to rest.

As she asks when the last time was he slept, he smiles tired and answers, Last fall?

She doesn't want me to go... again, butterflies. I mean a lot to her...

Believe me, I don't want to fight this, but I have to... because...

I'm sorry MC.

He logs off quickly. He sights and he feels bad about his last words.

I want to be with you MC, but I can't, he whispers.

I have to get out of here. He grabs his hoodie and steps out the door into the night. He breathes in the cold air and tries to clear his head. That's easier said than done. He can't stop thinking about MC and he is so angry with himself that he can't ignore his feelings for her.

Fuck, he kicks against a garbage can. A cat looks at him, scared, and runs away.

I'm sorry little guy. What's wrong with me? I don't know myself like that. He takes a deep breath and tries to calm down. Even though he knows that there is a lot of work to do, he decides to take a walk. So he went through the dark streets while he's trying to handle his feelings.

When he comes back to the empty house, he checks his laptop immediately.

MC tried to reach him several times.

He opens the chat.

She tells him about the video Lilly published, in which she says Jake and MC are the kidnappers and that strangers have started sending her angry messages already.

Okay, Jake, it's time to talk to Lilly.

He opens a chat and starts typing. After a while, she was ready to delete the video. Well done.

He tells MC that he took care of it. By talking to her. One day I will tell you. Yes, I know I say that to you every time...she really wants to know what's up.

She's sad. He feels a stitch in his heart. Ok, MC... I hope you are prepared for what I'm going to tell you now.

But I am one of the good guys... if you can call it that. Good, she still trusts me and she now understands.

Ok, time to pack my stuff and go into hiding.

I quickly tell her that I have hope again since I met her and that she is unfortunately on her own now. She will make it. I'm sure.

Yes, I know what you are thankful for, MC. Take care. I will be back as soon as possible.

He takes a last look at her profile picture, smiles, and starts packing his stuff. He steps out the door, makes sure that his hoodie is hiding his face and that nothing suspicious is happening around him. He heads to a subway station and takes the first train, which will drive him away from his current area.

Part 5

[murshmallauw]

Hello Dear Friend.

I was in your country in 2019.I have gone through your profile and decided to go straight to the point on why i wholeheartedly contacting you.

My name is Mrs. Marion Gadsby from Thailand,Australian,79years,I have been diagnosed with Esophageal cancer .It has defiled all forms of medical treatment, and right now I have only about a month to live, according to medical experts. I have not particularly lived my life so well, as I never really cared for anyone (not even myself) but my business was my priority.

Though I am a very rich lady, I was never generous, I was always hostile to people and only focused on my business as that was the only thing I cared for. But now I regret all this as I now know that there is more to life than just wanting to have or make all the money in the world.

I Am very sick now and depends on machines to survive which I know one day one minute I will be no more , but before departing I have a fortune I will like to confined your position so that you can use it and do the humanitarian work which I failed to do when I had the grace and the time. I have willed and given to my immediate and extended family members ,but these last funds I would want to be useful to the poor and the needy. I don't trust any of my family members again because I don't think that they will deliver the fortune to the poor and needy. This is the main reason why I contacted you because I believe you will make it happen as I will instruct you in the future when the fortune is in your hands.

I want God to be merciful to me and accept my soul, so I have decided to give alms to charity organizations, as I want this to be one of the last good deeds I do on earth.

I cannot do this myself anymore. I once asked members of my family to close one of my accounts and distribute the money which I have there to charity organizations in Bulgaria and Pakistan, but they refused and kept the money to themselves and used it to buy flashy cars and big houses in the city. Hence, I do not trust them anymore, as they seem not to be content with what I have left for them. The last of my money which no one knows of is the sum of $3,000,000.00( Three Million dollars) my late husband was wealthy as an oil mogul, politician and other businesses, but he died in his private jet crash .WE CAN'T QUESTION GOD.

I will let you have 20% of his funds for your effort and time and the 80% should go to the poor and needy around you, especially those that are in war zones. Treat this message confidentially till it's done. I am waiting for your reply.

Contact me direct for more information. asikareginad@gmail.com

Mrs Marion Gasby. asikareginad@gmail.com

i really like the picture of a deathrow woman scrolling tons of zadr and deciding i'm the one who should have her money