#and then when we went to the actual milkshakes place it was like an open space so i had to ask these three friends if their chair was free

[tomssexdoll]

can you do where reader and Tom were best friends and Tom was secretly crushing on her at school like 2003-2005 but then Tom had to leave the school because he got famous and had to go to tour and stuff and school was pretty hard for him but in 2009 he sees reader somewhere like in a restaurant and they talk about old times and then they go to reader’s house and then it ends with smut

i love this idea sm

Gone too long

PAIRINGS: Tom 2009 x Female reader CONTENT: FLUFF + SMUT SYPNOSIS: Y/N and Tom were best friends in years ago, Tom had to leave in 2005 when his career started to peak, leaving Y/N all alone. She didn't know at the time but he had the biggest crush on her and leaving her was one of the worst things that could happen. Later in 2009 he still thinks about her everyday, and then one day sees her in a resturant, eating alone. A/N: ee WARNINGS: dom!tom, sub!reader, p in v (missionary and riding), nipple play, teasing, squirting

When I was around 13, I met this guy named Tom, he was instantly my best friend and we hung out for days on end, every time we'd see each other we'd always work to one specific corner store and order the same thing every time.

But in 2005, his music career started to rise and he got more attention. I'd always helped him and the band with getting gigs at small bars or house parties but they never really became super famous.

He had to leave and I was devistated, 2 years of friendship wasted. Little did he know I had the fattest crush on him.

As the years went by I watched as his career progressed, him turning into a handsome young man. One day I decided to go eat out alone, not let my thoughts get the best of me.

I picked a cute little resturant, a family owned business that had recently opened, everyone I know was saying how good this place was, even celebrities were going.

I opened the swinging doors, greeted by a waiter and being sat at a 50s themed booth. I skimmed over the menu, looking at all the delicious options, things from chicken burgers to beef burgers to nuggets to fries to milkshakes.

I chose a strawberry milkshake and a beef burger with a side of fries, I hadn't eaten breakfast earlier so I was super hungry. I looked around the place, noticing how all the customers looked so happy, couples sharing milkshakes, families bonding and eating.

Then, I saw a guy sitting alone, black braids with a black bandana, I decided to ignore him but I couldn't shake the feeling off that he was staring at me. I decided to look again and my eyes widened, a familiar face, the face I've loved for years.

I realized it was Tom and he had realized it was me, I saw him stand up with his food and rush over to me, sitting down in the booth, we were both speechless, surprised to be seeing each other after so long.

"Hey Y/N..it's been a while" he smiled softly, I nodded, not being able to form words, super shocked that he was actually in front of me after so long. "So..how are you?" he chuckled, munching on his fries.

"Fuck..uh..." I snapped out of my trance, "i'm fine..I have a really cool job and I haven't been able to stop thinking about you..I watched all your interviews in hopes you'd maybe talk about me" I confessed, my cheeks flushing red, turning my head to look away from him.

"I mean, I couldn't stop thinking about you too, I'd try distract myself but you always clouded my thoughts" he chuckled, reaching his hand out and grabbing mine, causing me to snap my head back to him.

"I'm glad I could see you again, you've grown so much" he smirked "you're very beautiful" he teased, sending a little wink. I giggled, "you're very handsome yourself Tom, I love the braids"

For the next 3 hours we talked about old times, what we used to get up to and what we've been doing for the past 4 years. The resturant was near closing, we didn't even notice that we had been chatting for so long, we just had so much to catch up on and so much chemistry, the conversation never went awkward.

"Hey folks, the resturant is closing now, can we ask if you can pay your Bill and leave? We're so sorry" the waiter came up to us, "oh of course!" I smiled, going up to the counter to pay for my meal, "no no, let me pay liebe" I chuckled "liebe? You haven't called me that since 2004, who do you think you are" I said playfully, a smug grin appearing on his face as he payed for my meal.

"Thanks for that Tom" I leaned in, kissing his cheek sweetly and holding onto his hand, our fingers interlocking. I had walked to the resturant since it was so close to my house, Tom of course drived, his black sports car waiting outside.

"You wanna go back to mine? I really did miss you, I don't want our little date to get cut short" he frowned, looking down at me, "of course I want to" I smiled, pulling him with me to his car.

He opened the door for me, "why thank you" I smirked and got into the passanger seat, buckling myself up. He came to the side and got into the drivers seat, starting the car.

He sneakily slid a hand on my thigh as he started to drive. I rolled the window down, the cool breeze hitting my skin, sending goosebumps all over my arms.

I looked at the empty streets, admiring the yellowy glow of the street lights. As we arrived to his house he guided me in, bringing me to the lounge room. I sat on the couch as he dissapeared to the kitchen, pulling out a bottle of champagne for me and him, 2 glasses in his other hand.

He sat down next to me, pouring us a glass. We continued to talk for another hour, sipping at our drinks. Eventually we got tipsy, tension starting to fill the room. I had taken my jacket off, my boobs nearly buldging out of my tank top.

I noticed the way he just stared at my cleavage, a tent forming in his pants. "Tom" I called out, "oh..sorry" he chuckled, scratching his neck nervously.

I smirked and climbed onto his lap, smashing his lips into mine. His hands immediately flew to my hips, holding them tightly, deepening the kiss.

"Mm.." I moaned into the kiss, Tom slipping his tongue into my mouth and bucking his hips up, grinding against me softly. Our tongues fought for dominance, getting heated quickly.

He picked me up, holding me by my ass and walking towards his room, our lips still glued together. He pulled away for a moment, throwing me onto the bed and crawling to me, smashing his lips into mine again, grabbing my hands and pinning them above my head.

"Tom!" I gasped, his kisses trailing down to my neck, sucking roughly and leaving marks everywhere, basically claiming me as his. "Fuck.." he groaned, pushing his erection onto my stomach.

He let go of my hands, tugging at my shirt and pulling it off, along with my bra, revealing my perky breasts, nipples hard. "Ohh my god.." his breath hitched, leaning down and latching onto one of my nipples, sucking harshly.

I whined, "oh fuck! mm Tom!" arching my back, his cock pressing into me harder. He started to take his shirt off, along with his pants and boxers, leaving him completely nude all while kissing and sucking on my nipples.

He eventually let go, dragging my skirt off and rubbing my clit over my panties softly, my hips bucking up "ohh..someones excited" he smirked, peeling them off and throwing them to the side.

I whined, growing impatient, he detected this and smirked, aligning himself at my entrance, slowly pushing in. "Oh fuck!" I cried out, holding onto his biceps as he stretched me out slowly, making sure it didn't hurt.

After bottoming himself out he started to thrust slowly, trying to get me adjusted to his size. "Fuck..Tom you're so big.." I groaned, scratching at his back, he chuckled and started to thrust faster.

Eventually he started to pound into me, hitting my g spot repeatedly, "fuck.." he grunted, leaning down and starting sucking on my nipples again, swirling his tongue around my sensitive buds, little moans escaping my mouth.

I whimpered, his cock slamming into me cruely, stabbing at my g spot desperatly, his cock throbbing in my tight wetness. He grabbed my hips tightly, grazing his teeth over my nipples.

I felt tension build up in my stomach, twisting into a tight knot. He threw his head back, mouth slightly agape, cock twitching in me.

He groaned, feeling his balls tighten as he neared his orgasm. He could feel me clenching around his cock, causing him to lose control, "I'm gonna cum! Fuck!" he groaned, ejaculating and spurting his hot cum into me pussy, filling it to the brim.

I moaned at the sensation of my pussy being filled, my orgasm crashing down, juices spilling all over his cock. "Holy fuck.." I panted, Tom fell down onto the bed next to me, catching his breath.

Before I knew it I was on his cock again, he grabbed me by my waist and easily picked me up, slamming me back down onto his length, making me ride him.

"Oh fuck!" I whined, he grabbed my hips and started to help me move up and down on his cock, "you're so fucking hot.." he growled, slapping my ass harshly.

I yelped and rode faster, his tip hitting all the right spots, "that's right baby, ride my cock like the little slut you are.." he grinned, reaching out and fondling my bouncing breasts, rubbing his thumb over my nipple.

"Ohh fuck!" I whined, bouncing up and down on his cock, chasing another orgasm, my cunt dripping with juices. I threw my head back, the pleasure taking over my body, no thoughts being processed in my head.

He started to thrust up into me, meeting my movements. Hands squeezing my breasts roughly, "taking my cock so well..such a good girl" he praised, I felt my climax building again.

I was drunk on his cock, it was like drugs to me, addicting. He smirked, smacking my ass again, balls slapping onto my ass, hips slamming into mine roughly.

"Cum on this cock again, now" he commanded, I cried out and dug my nails into his shoulders, legs twitching as I came again, a clear stream of liquid spilling onto his abdomen.

"Holy shit!" I whined, collapsing onto his chest as he came deep in me again, fucking the cum into my pussy so it wouldn't spill out. He layed onto the bed, pulling me with him, pulling out slowly and cleaning me up.

"I missed you so much baby..you've been gone for too long.." he looked deeply into my eyes, brushing stray hairs away from my face and kissing me softly.

"I'm so happy I can be in your arms again" I smiled, kissing him back gently.

tags: @itsmealaiah @itsangelll @kaulitzsbabyy @ballhair @bkaulitzlover @estxkios @charliesgoodboy @tomsonlyslut @ge-billsgf

[totothewolff]

Season of Love (6/?)

+18 | Toto x reader fem!teamprincipal, romance, comedy, and some good drama.

Summary: One night on a pier in Monaco, while admiring the sea under the night skies, you tell Toto: "I came to the conclusion that love is simply not meant for me." That's the answer to a question you have been asking yourself for the longest time. But what if he proved you wrong? Author's note: This is a multichapter Toto Wolff x team principal reader fic set along a season of F1. It's a very immersive story full of drivers, team dynamics, races, mystery, and smut. You just bought the Williams team, but nobody really knows who you truly are.

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Dances with Wolff Arc Chapter 6: Collision at Turn "Your Heart"

UK

Sam and Toto go to the Soft Serve Society in London the following day to have milkshakes. They share a sizeable Instagram-able shake, asking for two straws instead of one. 

The place is intimate and small, perfect for chatting. Its location in a trendy neighborhood gives Sam the ideal excuse to pull that Thom Browne boyish suit out of her suitcase.

As Sam is asking for two matcha cookies to complement their order, she notices Toto smiling like an idiot at his iPhone screen.

—Wow, that time you two spent apart did wonders for your relationship. I thought it was a "cease and desist" situation, as if there wouldn't be a turning point, but I haven't seen you like this in a long time.

—How? —Toto moves his gaze to Sam, a bit perplexed.

—Stupidly in love. So you two are genuinely back?

—Oh, that... well, we are trying this open relationship thing. Actually, I wanted to talk to you about it.

Sam gives him a judgy look, her eyebrows slightly frowning. —Let me guess. Susie suggested it; you said no, then she pressured you, and you followed along. There is no need to explain further; I get it.

Toto shrugs and barely nods his head.

—It's always what Susie wants, isn't it? You are so blind sometimes —she sounds now annoyed.

—I thought you, of all people, would get it. You see love differently than in the traditional way. Preferences aside, you are more free regarding feelings and partners.

—Yes, yet I'm not into playing with other people's feelings. 

—I'm not being played or playing with her feelings.

—To which one of the two hers are you referring?

A silence.

It's the first time Sam addresses the elephant in the room. 

—Listen, I don't want to overstep, and God knows I don't want to get in the middle; I love you both; yes, I said that, and stop smiling like that, but for fuck sake, you two need to communicate and talk! LIKE TALK! I know it's not my place, and I have tried to remain as neutral as possible, but I genuinely care about Y/N; there's more you need to know about each other because this thing is going to blow in your faces the worst way.

—What's on this? Is this really happening? You telling me how you are feeling? —Toto picks up the shake to smell it, making a funny face and trying to lighten the mood. He also avoids giving Sam an answer but pays attention to her every word.

—Oh, fuck off —Sam pushes him a bit roughly.

—Sugar sure is a drug! —Toto's holding a laugh.

-

—How did your day out with Toto go?

—How do you know we went out? Stalker!

In response, you give Sam an exaggerated insulted expression (hand over your chest and open wide mouth). —He texted me when you two were at the ice cream place! He even sent me these pictures! —you show her the conversation. —By the way, that outfit of yours is CUTE!

—Oh! It was you then —she says quickly and softly.

—Sorry? —you look at Sam as if another head grew from her neck.

—Oh, nothing. Toto didn't mention anything. He was just smiling like an idiot and giggling like a teenager, looking all in love at his phone screen.

—All what? Sam, what you said?! —you feel your heart in your throat.

—Did you follow my advice? —she cuts your shenanigans.

—I tried to follow it and address our "situation," but he rushed to get wine. He ran from the conversation, and I didn't feel like having it much, either. I knew how it was going to end.

—Well, keep pushing, trust me.

—Is there something I should worry about? —you suddenly stop and look straight at her.

—It's not my place to tell —Sam answers neutrally.

Then you two board your jet with directions home, your new home, Monaco. 

Now, thanks to Sam's words, an eerie sentiment fills your head. Is she trying to warn you something?

-

It's a quiet flight; well, if it wasn't for Samanta's snoring, not even an English Bulldog snores that loud. 

Which makes you laugh hard; you have forgotten how terrible Sam sleeps. 

It's been a while since you two slept nearby, which was the most common thing for all those years you lived at the Manor.

You have always been very much like sisters.

You take out your phone and start recording a video of Sam sound asleep with T-rex arms, open mouth, and loudly snoring, all weirdly placed on the comfy, big seat next to you.

-

Monaco

Why, every time you land in Monaco, your mind is in desperate need of a Toto detox?

-

As soon as you are in the car ride home, you hit the send button on the "Get a grip, loca🏎!" group chat.

After you share the video of Sam sleeping, a long list of replies and reactions appear in the group.

She threatens to murder you in your sleep.

-

Two nights after being back, when Charles enters the apartment wearing the world's most oversized outfit while trying to juggle four bottles of wine - one held under his chin - and a big fancy grocery bag while avoiding stepping on "Robbie" - your Roomba robot - you feel so at home; this couldn't be a more domestic scene for you two before you rush to help him.

Never mind, too late! Now, the kitchen floor looks like a crime scene. 

God, how much you missed him! Keeping your friendship while hiding it from the rest of the Scuderia has been difficult. 

Ferrari is a hermetic group that likes it that way; being extra friendly with the enemy could cost Charles' head, thanks to Binotto's paranoia.

—FUCK! FUCK AND FUCK! —he lets out, looking at the now red floor, followed by various French cursings coming out of that pouty mouth. 

—At least the other three survived —you hear Sam say, entering behind him and holding two more bottles and a cake.

—Several bottles of wine and lots of food. This is an intervention for me, isn't it? —you ask, looking at them suspiciously.

Both of them energetically nod.

—We need to talk about Bruno —Charles jokes; he obviously means Toto while grabbing the paper towel on the kitchen counter to try cleaning his mess, which is as useless as you expected.

—Damn —is all you let out.

At some point, Charles gives up and prefers leaving a fat tip and a Post-it for Rosita when she comes clean tomorrow morning.

-

—Hi, I have a quick question: How much do you weigh?

A text from Toto comes in the early hours of the day as you are about to hit the treadmill in your luxurious building's training center. You rushed down there, unable to sleep a second more.

After the intervention, you comprehend lots of things need to change.

—(Y/N's weight), why? —you reply. 

It's still dark outside.

Only you and three others are alone in the enormous gym section, which feels quiet and isolated, perfect for decompressing. 

Apparently, when Toto and you are apart, you are both early birds. It's always a snooze fest when you two are tangled in sheets. Probably, it's because he makes the world's most fabulous pillow or because he loves having you wrapped in his arms.

Judging by his text's unusual hours, he may be overthinking it too. Lately, you have felt driven to exercise earlier in the morning as well to avoid losing your sanity.

A couple of minutes later, a video of Toto adjusting the weight of his barbells to your weight before doing a couple of hip thrusts comes as a reply.

You watch the video a couple of times, okay, several times, before hitting the reply button. —I can help you do some repetitions if you want; I know a very effective routine! My trainer also advised me I needed more cardio —you tease him, feeling a tingle down there, hehe. 

Fuck! You are falling for it again, and you just swore to Sam and Charles that there would be no Toto during this break!

As Toto reads your text, a pleased smirk forms on his lips, and then he exhales and returns to exercise. 

He shouldn't be feeling this desperate for your attention. It has been only the first week without seeing you.

The way you have turned his life upside down is unimaginable.

-

—Your girl is in town! —Normani sends a selfie of herself in the group chat, throwing a pose on the Monaco pier, looking flawless and stylish in a two-piece Casablanca outfit (an orange thee with colorful stripes and shorty shorts and pulling the coolest glasses) while blowing a kiss. —Let's hang out tonight!😈😈

—OH, I KNOW JUST THE PLACE —Lando writes back.

—Italy.

Several "???" appear.

—I'm in Italy —Seb clarifies.

Now, it makes sense.

—Someone needs to help Seb with this, really —George says.

—Let's take him to one of those free classes at the Apple store, you know, with the senior citizens —Checo jokes. —I'm with Carola's parents and the kids in Guadalajara, so we are out of the fun this time.

—Tell Carola I love her —you request Checo.

—I will, thx.

—I don't wish for an apple, thank you —Seb replies.

—Dear God —Lewis texts.

—Jk! Jk! I'm not that inept, and I'm not yet a senior citizen, but soon, 2032 let's go! —Seb exits the conversation.

—Lando, send the location —Lewis texts. —That's great to know, Seb. I'm already saving for our turbo wheelchairs to challenge you in races at the retirement home.

—There, see you guys at 1 a.m.

—I want to live enough to witness that, Lewis —Mick enters the conversation.

—This club looks like a shithole! I don't wish for my organs to get stolen —Charles points out after looking for the place on Google Maps; it's only a run-down facade photo of the place in a not-that-neat street.

—Trust me, you are going to love it —Lando comments.

—Is it private? —Lewis asks. —Cause last time we went out in London, getting us out of there was a nightmare.

—That's precisely why I'm suggesting this place!

—Spain.

—I'm in Spain —Carlos texts, mocking Seb. —Have fun without me, guys, even though I don't think you can. Send pictures. I miss you, my friends.

—Te extraño, too🙇‍♀️ —you reply, Carlos, you have become fond of him.

—🥰🥰 —Carlos sends.

—I'm liking this sketchy, mysterious place already —Sam joins in.

—Sam, is Millie still in town? —you ask her, you met Millie for brunch two days ago.

—No, I already left 😭😭😭. Mick invited me to hike in Patagonia—a photo of them out in nature follows her text. 

—Okay, the ones who are going, please send a hands-up emoji; I'm booking the table —Lando texts.

-

You make your way through the winding streets of Monaco on Charles' bike at full speed; you are sure you flashed at least four people with that party mini dress you are wearing as you head to the mysterious nightclub. 

As soon as you park, you agree with Charles that it looks like a sketchy part of town, but the faint sound of pulsing music and the flickering lights emanating from a door down a narrow corridor between two buildings right in front of you quickly distract you and guides you in.

Soon, as you enter and go down the long stairs, you are immediately enveloped in a world of luxury "decadence." 

The atmosphere is electric, and the air is heavy with the scent of exotic perfumes. 

—It smells like good sex —is what Lando tells you as he greets you, looking at your two "trying to discover the scent" faces.

The walls are decorated with striking artwork, each more provocative and daring than the last.

For sure, this place is the stage for many wild escapades.

As almost everyone gets there, the group is drawn to the center of the club, near where the main stage, lit up with swirling lights and seductive, almost naked dancers. 

Your table in the VIP area "it has the best location in the place", again, according to Lando.

As you sit next to Nomani, who gave you the world's greatest greeting hug, you get mesmerized by the hypnotic rhythm of the music and the dancers' graceful motions. 

You get transfixed, unable to tear your eyes away from them. Gorgeous he/she/they are on the stage.

—Beer, gin, what are we drinking? —Normani asks you.

—Tequila —you answer too quickly for her and Sam's amusement.

—Tequila, it is! —she says loudly and makes a little dance, shaking the girls around. The more than happy waiter witnesses it before getting the bottle.

You pour everyone a shot to start the night. Lewis just arrived, and George is running late as usual.

—Can you smell it? —you ask everyone.

A couple of "What?" come along.

—The regret —you joke as you all take the shot.

The group then goes full party core, joining the pulsating dance floor and losing themselves in the music. 

Laughter and shouts fill the air as the exotic dancers approach you and the crowd to exchange some sensual moves.

Amidst the chaos and allure of the night, Toto arrives. Unexpectedly.

Charles and Sam instantly look at you, almost throwing you darts.

—I swear to God I didn't invite him!

George did.

-

As alcohol skyrockets Lando, he starts doing push-ups for you in the middle of the dance floor as a techno-dub mix of Olivia Newton John's and Dua Lipa's "Physical" starts playing while he looks straight at you.

—Is that supposed to impress me? —you raise an eyebrow, cross your arms, and lean on Lewis, who is also witnessing the action.

—Is it working?

—Never stop believing in your dreams —you laugh it off, and Toto playfully rolls his eyes at him, then winks at you.

"Oh, God, I'm weak! I'm not going to resist the temptation."

—The dancer with the jockstrap hasn't taken his eyes off you the entire night —Toto points out for Normani, gesturing to which one he refers.

Normani makes a "definitely wouldn't mind" expression. —Too bad I don't do one-night stands —she confesses.

—Like ever? —Lewis looks at her like she is from Mars.

—Hopeless romantic right here! —Normi answers. —I like to party, but I'm so old-fashioned. Thanks, Mom!

—What a classy lady, indeed! —George says.

—It's my Britishness britishing —she jokes. —I want a husband, a big house in the countryside, horses and babies, you know, the traditional.

—Like, literally, this is the worst place to discuss family! —Sam warns them with a "Don't kill the mood, guys" look.

—The worst! —you all burst out laughing.

—I'm not sure if she is messing with us or..? —Lando comes closer to saying to Charles.

—No, really! It's my biggest wish. I can't wait to be a mom! —Normani lets out. 

—But you are so young! —everyone looks so shocked at her. Quite the revelation!

—I KNOW, but I want four! So, I better hurry up.

—FOUR?!! —everyone kind of screams in response.

Normani looks at them with a big smile, happy with the chaos her confession is causing.

—I get you, girl. I do love one myself; I have wanted to be a mom for years now. I feel I'm close to adopting one, but I need to do something with my schedule first. It would be impossible with a baby!

Toto listens to your conversation, very quiet and still, looking as if something inside him broke.

-

—Hey, I want to talk to you privately. I have something important to tell you; it's been on my mind for a while —Toto approaches you to whisper in your ear.

—Oh, sure, yeah —you agree to. "Okay, breathe, the moment it's coming."

When you reach a quiet spot to talk without all the people buzzing around, the loud background noises, and the almost butt-naked performers, you two remain there in an awkward silence for a minute.

Toto looks like he wants to say something but doesn't, so you break the ice first, feeling your hands shaking a bit.

—So what do you want to tell me that's so important?

He looks straight at you and takes two steps to close the distance between you. —Ahem, so... so what are you planning for... for the off-season? —he takes you off guard.

"Okay, this is not what I was expecting."

—I... I don't know... yet.

—Maybe we could spend it together. I know a private island that would be perfect —Toto offers you, totally improvising.

—Oh, I see...

—I mean... if you want to.

—No, no, of course, I want to!

—Perfect, then —he says, his voice deep. Toto then takes your hand, and you're surprised by the warmth from his touch.

"Coward" "Selfish" is all Toto thinks for himself. "But I don't want to lose her. I need her just a bit more. I don't know how to quit her."

—What do you say if we continue this conversation somewhere even more private? —Toto invites you, his intense dark eyes piercing right through you. 

Before you have time to respond, he takes your hand and leads you toward the exit at the back of the place and into his car.

Soon, you arrive at his luxurious penthouse, abandoning almost all of your party clothes in the process. 

You glance around the dimly lit living room, admiring its opulence. The walls are decorated with fine art, and the scent of wealth lingers in every corner.

Toto, already bare-chested, removes the rest of his clothes, revealing himself. You can't help but stare at his toned abs, defined muscles, and delicious dick. 

He smirks, noticing your admiration, and pushes you closer to the sofa. It creaks softly under your weight as he sits you down, eyes locked onto each other.

—You're stunning —Toto says while tracing his fingers down your body as you remove your last piece of clothing.

Your pulse quickens at his touch, and you move in, pressing your lips hard against his.

Toto's tongue sneaks its way between your parted lips as he pulls your naked body close to his. You moan softly.

Slowly, he leans back onto the plush pillows, taking you with him. Your bodies intertwine in a passionate embrace, enjoying the heat from his broad chest into you as you run your hands all over him, feeling every inch of Toto pressing against your core.

He grabs you by the hips, grinding you against him forcefully, causing an excited whimper to escape your lips. You can't help but crave his every single inch.

Sliding yourself lower, you feel him harden beneath you. —Fuck, you're so hard —you whisper into his ear as you stroke his length up and down. 

Toto flips you onto your back, not letting you control the show yet, spreading your legs wide. He effortlessly glides both of his hands beneath your ass, lifting you up like you weigh nothing.

His left-hand squeezes your ass cheek possessively while his right supports your lower back. Then Toto lowers his mouth to your inner thigh, his tongue trailing a path of wetness up to your core, where he tastes you. 

You gasp, your breath hitching whenever his tongue flicks your clit.

Plunging his tongue deep inside you, he tastes the sweetness of your essence. Moving back up to your clit, he sucks hard, provoking you to tremble under the pleasure.

Your fingers entangle his thick hair, tugging and pushing as waves of delight roll over your body. 

Toto stares at your swollen clit and massages it gently, building an almost unbearable tension in the pit of your stomach before he slides first one finger, then two inside of you, feeling you tighten around them as he moves them in deliberate circles.

—What the fuck, you feel incredible —he mumbles against your folds. He increases his pace, sucking harder, flicking faster until you are shuddering against him, gasping for breath, about to break apart.

Your vision gets blurry as an involuntary moan escapes your lips.

—I'm so fucking close —you cry out, inarticulate with pleasure. Toto looks up and climbs back up your body, kissing and nipping at your soft flesh as he goes up until his thighs are between yours.

—You want me to make you come, don't you? —he whispers seductively, nibbling on your earlobe.

You nod, biting your lip. You need Toto to fill you, to end this unbearable craving he had built inside you.

—Please, Toto —you beg, thrusting your hips upward. A desperate whimper tears from your throat when your sexes don't meet.

Toto chuckles softly, smirking at your desperation. —Then fuck me —he murmurs, placing you on top of him, inviting you to ride him right there, inviting you to guide him inside of you. —Fuck me hard.

The feeling of him filling you up, inch by inch, sends waves of ecstasy through your body. —Oh, god, yes —you moan, encouraging him deeper.

Your bodies move together in perfect harmony as you ride waves of pleasure. Toto grunts and groans with each bounce, whispering obscenities in your ear as you cowgirl him with an arched back, panting heavily. Wetness pools between you as your sweat-slicked bodies slap together rhythmically.

Toto grabs your hands and pins them behind your back, changing the angle of his thrusts. He hits a spot deep within you that sends shivers down your spine, producing a guttural moan from your lips. 

He smirks at the sound and repeats the action, watching your reaction with fascination.

—Fuuck —you cry out, every muscle tensing as your fingers curl into fists. 

Toto continues to plow into you, each thrust harder and deeper than the last, making your tits bounce without control, making you a mess. 

You look down at him to see your bodies moving in a slick rhythm, leaving trails of sweat and lust on your skin. He looks wild, eyes burning with desire and mouth parted in a low growl as the scent of sex permeates the air around you.

You whimper as he releases one of your wrists, allowing you to wrap your hand around your breast. Your fingers tease your sensitive nipple, sending a fresh wave of sensation flooding through you.

Toto watches you touch yourself, entranced by the movement of your hand on your breast as his thrusts become erratic.

—Fuck, you're so goddamn beautiful —he mutters roughly, his hips slamming into yours hard. The sound of your bodies colliding resonates throughout the room, mixing with your erratic breathing. 

—You like that? —Toto asks, smirking at your eager expression. You feel yourself getting closer to the edge, ready to burst at any moment.

Toto's dark eyes pierce into you, watching every twitch of your face and every moan of breath.

His thrusts become more deliberate, each one pressing into your womb.

—Fuckkk —Toto groans loudly, struggling to contain himself. His muscles tense as he gives it to you very fast; sweat drips down his face, onto his chest, and you.

—Toto! —you moan very loud as you come all over his dick.

—I need you —he confesses to you as he is about to come. You bounce hard and desperately on his cock, till you hear him grunting loud; a mess of panting Toto fills you up.

-

Ferrari's big anniversary is coming up next weekend, and they are set to throw the biggest party ever, a very fancy gala that will take place in Rome, or so Charles discloses to you.

—I'm actually excited for this one! —then he turns to show you the jewelry bracelet he likes before trying it on while cheerfully chit-chatting.

—This one is more your style, I like it better —you agree with his pick, as you two are out shopping.

While the sales lady adjusts it to his wrist measurements, Charles continues telling you: —This party has been in the making for so long, and all the rumors we have been hearing about it from the planners keep getting better; it honestly sounds so good!

You attentively listen to him while trying on a set of butterfly diamond earrings. Yes, you need them.

He continues: —I really wish I could take you like my plus one! But I'm taking my mom; I promised her way before meeting you.

—Oh, sweetie, no worries! But do tell me more about it. Sounds fabulous.

—Well, it will be very VIP, with only big clients, a couple of A-lister celebrities, and influential motorsports people. There's a lot of gossip about what or who will be the entertainment.

—I guess I'm not part of the big names of motorsports yet because I haven't been invited, haha. Mattia doesn't like me, isn't it?

—He is not your biggest fan, but almost no one has been invited; as far as I know, it's just the Scuderia and people Mattia considers his "paddock friends." —Charles gestures with his hands. —And some special guests with a history with the brand, like Niki. He is going! I know because Sam is his plus one; she told me yesterday.

—Maybe I should buy Ferrari to party with you at that fabulous event —you laugh it off as you sign the check for the earrings.

—And to party with Niki —Charles adds, joking.

—I heard he goes hard! —you joke back. Nowadays, if Niki stays up after 10 p.m., he considers it a wild night, in his words.

-

As you are about to finish your grilled salmon at that gorgeous "Gaia" restaurant in Monte Carlo, your phone buzzes on top of the white mantelpiece, grabbing your attention.

—Didn't you lose something?

—Not that I know.

—How weird, cause I have this plus one ticket with your name on it.

—Haha. You got me!

—Feeling like going to a fancy party in Rome?

—A getaway trip to Italy? SIGN ME UP! —you happily reply, already thinking about what you will wear.

-

Rome

As the sun descended over the iconic Roman Colosseum, flashing cameras lit the red carpet at the ancient structure's entrance. 

Sleek Ferraris pull up, each more luxurious than the previous, dropping the celebrities and high-profile guests off to make their grand entrances, dressed in the most glamorous outfits and adorned in shining jewels. 

Amidst all that circus, you two stay on the sidelines, watching the spectacle unfold before quietly skipping the paparazzi and splitting apart to enter the temporarily built ballroom.

—Surprise! —you extend your arms to Leclerc; he is now fresh off the red carpet, the one you avoid to keep it as discreet as possible.

A prominent smile forms on the lips of the Monagesque. —We could have shared the flight here, you know! Instead of you flying here all by yourself —Charles rolls his eyes at you and then hugs you. —I really believed you when you said you didn't get invited. You got me!

"But I didn't fly by myself!" You want to correct him on that, but you don't.

Inside, the atmosphere is as opulent as outside. Red lights illuminate the ancient structure, and lavish decorations adorn every table set. Cirque du Soleil performers move gracefully through the crowds, dazzling costumes twirling and shimmering as they entertain the guests with their mesmerizing acts.

You take in all the sights and sounds of the extravagant gala surrounding you, where motorsport legends mingle with billionaires, entertainers, engineers, celebrities, and beautiful models. 

Laughter, loud music, and chatter fill the air, along with the clinking of champagne glasses.

-

After having a blast dancing around, chatting, and goofing an hour later, you go to look for Sam, knowing she must be somewhere around. 

But the place is enormous, the crowd is big, and no luck so far; she is nowhere to be seen.

You get tired of searching for her and go to the bathroom. By this point, you have had many drinks, "Damn, that waiting line is long!"

As you try to find something to entertain you while you wait, you start scanning the place with your eyes, observing every gorgeous detail, when the silhouette of a beautiful blond woman steals your attention. Four girls in front of you in the line, there is Susie.

She is as beautiful as you expected her to be in person but more petite; she looks fit and fierce but kind. You can't help but stare at her before wondering what she is doing here. Then a "Duh! Idiot! She is a big name in motorsports!" hits you.

-

As you return to your table from grabbing chocolate-covered strawberries a bit later, you run into Sam.

She stares at you with the widest eyes ever, completely surprised. —What? —she lets out, standing still.

—Surprise! —you reach to hug her. —I have been looking for you all damn night! —she barely hugs you, and your big smile starts to fade away. —Is all good? —you ask, concern while looking straight at her.

—I'm so sorry, Y/N. I genuinely am —she mumbles. Samanta's features are full of dismay.

—Sam, you are worrying me.

She gestures to you to turn around.

"Oh, there is that feeling you remember so well." 

That awful fucking feeling of getting your heart shattered. Like a bullet going through the flesh, a sting of pure pain as if your heart was glass and was getting crushed by a hammer, pure and profound pain as you watch Susie wrapped around Toto's neck with no inch of space in between them, standing by the Mercedes guest table, sharing soft kisses and pets. 

Yet you are so skilled at hiding your feelings that it requires an expert - like Sam - to figure you out.

With a neutral face, you faintly say: —I need a moment.

—Y/N... I will go with you...

—I need a moment, I... I need to get fresh air. I will be right back —you start walking in the opposite direction to them, and Sam follows your every step.

—Y/N. I'm here for you...

—I'll be back, Sam. I need a moment, please —you make her stop following you around. So she contains herself and watches you walk away, worried about you. 

Sam knows your mental health hangs from a fragile thread.

-

—I want a Tequila and tonic with three tequila shots in it, please —Samanta brusquely drops herself on her seat at the Mercedes guest table and asks the waiter for a heavy drink.

—That would be two, please. You have learned from the master herself. Where is she, tho? I spotted Y/N and was going to greet her, but I got distracted by a sexy lady asking for a selfie. Now I don't know where she went to —Lewis asks while looking around, trying to spot you among the crowds.

The music is loud, so conversing is challenging if you aren't near enough.

—She's outside chatting with Vettel —Charles inserts himself in the conversation between a pissed-off Sam and a clueless Lewis, arriving a bit rushed at the table and placing himself between their two chairs.

—Hi mate! —Lewis pats his arm, and half hugs him while still sitting. Charles rubs his shoulder in response.

—Hey, Sam. I made the changes you suggested to my speech. Do you approve? —Leclerc hands her a folded piece of paper; "She is out there crying" is written in big caps.

Sam and Charles exchange warry looks.

—It's perfect. I will help you practice it.

—Great idea, let's g...

A loud "ow" sound from the crowd interrupts them. A tray hits the floor loudly, followed by glasses breaking. It's all coming from far on their left. 

They all turn their heads toward the noise, as does almost everyone in the entire place.

—I'm so so sorry! Oh my god! I'm an idiot! Please forgive me! —a very distraught and nervous Vettel apologizes frantically to you. 

He accidentally crashed into the waiter holding a tray of wine glasses as he crossed paths with you, the ones that landed all over you, fucking up your dress, before smashing on the floor. 

Which made poetic sense since you felt wounded, and now you looked like it.

You could sense Toto's eyes burning into you. You weren't supposed to be there.

Lewis gets on his feet. —Jesus, poor Y/N —and he notices how Toto looks utterly shaken by seeing you here and looking whiter than a ghost, and at that moment, he gets it. Fuck.

—Seb, Seb, SEB! —you raise your voice as Vettel keeps apologizing and talking nonstop. —It's okay, sweetie. No worries; I will go change! It's all okay.

—I'm sorry. Please forgive me; let me escort you out. It's the least I can do.

—Okay. Fine —you finally agree, looking a bit done with Seb.

You two start walking to the exit, which is all the other way around for your fucking luck. As you depart, you can hear the people whispering and staring at you. 

A frozen Toto watches you walk past them, and you can't help it; for the briefest moment, you make eye contact with him before Vettel blocks the view.

—Sebastian Vettel, you are a good man —Sam whispers.

—What? —Charles reaches even closer to her.

—Y/N is not coming back. Seb was her exit out. 

—Was that on purpose?!!

—Yes. That's why you saw them talking out there, for sure.

—Are they that close? Since when? I had no fucking clue.

—Since Y/N set foot on the paddock —Sam replies, knowing the whole story. —She's an expert at hiding in plain sight.

—Should we check on her? —Lewis turns to them, still on his feet, looking tense.

—Y/N will be fine; she always is —Sam says aloud for the entire table to hear. She can feel Toto's eyes on her but doesn't care to look back at him.

-

Vettel takes you inside a black-tinted Suburban. As the chauffeur speeds away from the Colosseum, he holds your hand and never lets it go.

Seb asks you to stay at his place so he can care for you and keep you company, and you agree.

You two cuddle in the back seat while you cry in his arms all the ride to his place. 

It's a long one.

You don't know if it's because your heart is shattering into a million pieces, or because you feel vulnerable right now, or just cause Seb is such a kind and precious being that you pour all out. 

You let him know everything, every single fucking detail about your fling with Torger and how you feel right now. You had never been so forthcoming with anyone about this, not even Sam.

—I'm so sorry about how the night turned out; I invited you as my plus-one with the idea of having the best time. I wish I had known all of this before! Finding it out this way, gosh, that's harsh —Seb tells you, with a mixture of mortification and sadness.

—You aren't the one who should apologize! Hey, at least we had a good time on the flight here. Thanks to you, now I want to build hundreds of hotels for the bees.

He smiles brightly before adding: —Right now, you need to rest and feel, let it all out of your system, and tomorrow start new! I'm here for you.

—Thanking for acting out that exit; you deserve an Oscar.

—I have been mistaken for Brad Pitt before, you know —he jokes to try to make you smile, but it's in vain. —You are a good actress, too.

-

You crash on his couch. Barely making it inside, collapsing as soon as you cross the entrance door, feeling drained.

You have experienced the "heart broke syndrome" before and know how it goes, so you needed to lie down ASAP.

-

After God knows how many minutes since you blacked out on the sofa, you hear a noise above you. You slightly and a bit unwillingly open your eyes to see Seb covering you with a remarkably soft blanket that feels so delicious. He drops a puffy pillow on the rug beside you and lays himself down there next to the couch.

You move to face him as he gets comfy there on the floor. —What are you doing?

—Oh, shit, did I wake you up? I'm staying here if you don't mind —he looks at you with apprehension in those stunning eyes.

—You are the sweetest —you tell him as you slowly drift off, exhausted.

As you fall asleep again, you understand now why Lewis dared risk it all for Seb and start wondering what happened to those two.

-

You wake up disoriented and feeling anxious. 

It's still dark. 

Seb is profoundly asleep and relaxed in the blueish-tinted living room, with the moonlight sneaking through the large windows. 

You stay there, unable to sleep but with zero energy to move. You observe his breathing, which weirdly helps you soothe yourself when suddenly, your phone screen lights up, stealing your gaze.

You try to reach for it since Seb placed your purse and phone on the coffee table at arm's distance before going to look for an oversized T-shirt that could work you as pajamas. 

It's a simple text from Toto. "Can I please talk to you?"

As you navigate your phone, you notice many missed calls from Sam, Charles, and Lewis.

Well, now it's clear communication and sincerity weren't your thing. You weren't one of those couples. 

Were you even a couple?

"Maybe it's best this way," is all you reply to him before turning your phone off.

Tears start coming down again as your phone screen dims and fades to black again.

-

The following day, Seb offers you to stay for as long as you wish, and you will take his word for it.

You don't feel like returning to the city you share with Toto; it's way too risky for you to be in Monaco. 

You need time to compose yourself. A lot is about to happen soon, and you need to be at your best. You can't fail. To be continued... < Previous chapter | Masterlist | Next chapter >

[cocosplaydate]

Tea party

- little!tara x little!Matt x fem!cg!Reader

- when nick and Chris get busy and can’t take care of their little, Tara’s cg helps them out

I was watching as Tara played with her tea party set with her teddy’s when I heard my phone ring, I looked to see it wa nick calling me.

“Hey nick you okay?”I asked “yeah umm are you busy today?” He asked , he sounded in a rush “no just taking care of tara why what’s up?” I asked his rushed tone making it sound urgent “matts in his little space and we just got a call for a meeting but we don’t wanna push him out of it so would you mind babysitting?” He asked “ sure that’s no problem” I replied “okay we’re gonna drop him off on our Uber to the meeting” he explained “don’t worry I’ll come pick you all up and take you to the meeting , tara and matt can sit together in the car” I replied “really? Would you mind?” He asked “of course not I’ll be there in five” I replied.

“Hey hon, wanna go pick up matts for a play date?” I asked “yay play with Matty!” She clapped

Once I got her shoes on, we walked out to the car “you get in the back so Matt can sit with you?” I asked and she nodded, pulling open the back door and getting in, “you buckled in?” I asked “umhm” she mumbled, clipping the seatbelt in.

When we arrived at the tripelets house they were stood outside, nick made sure Matt got in the back and buckled in before getting in next to him, chris getting into the passenger seat.

Once I dropped off the two at their meeting , I turned to look at the little ones in the back “do you want McDonald’s?” I asked and they both nodded “okay let’s go then” I giggled at their excitement before starting the car and making my way there. I ordered them each the same, a chicken nugget happy meal and a milkshake.

I drive home, grabbing place mats for them both and small plates for their meals.

Once they had finished eating their food, they both got up from their chairs, tara pulling Matt over to the tea party she left in the middle of the room when we went out.”be careful he’s littler then you” I reminded her as she pulled him along behind her.

I cleaned the table, tucking in their discarded chairs and making my way out into the living room, beginning to tidy it up before I heard a thud come from upstairs and then crying, but it didn’t sound like tara, I quickly realised it must be Matt, I dropped the surface cleaner quickly making my way Into taras play room.

“Hey hey hey what’s happened?” I asked making my way over to Matt who was sat on the floor, his cheeks wet form the tears falling from his eyes.

“T-tara dropped it on my finger” he whispered through hiccups “dropped what bud?” I asked and he pointed at the small wooden teapot, I picked it up to feel the weight and realised it barely weighed anything, meaning he was probably more shocked then anything.

“Did it actually hurt you or did it scare you bud?” I asked “scary” he replied, I brought my sleeve up to his face, clearing his cheeks if the tears.

“You wanna watch a movie instead?” I asked and he nodded, I stood up and walked him over the the couch, putting on cars before realising I hadn’t seen tara for a while, I stood up, matt had fallen asleep watching the movie, and made my way over the the playroom, when I couldn’t see her anywhere I made my way out and towards our shared bedroom, the door was closed and I heard sniffles from behind it.

I quickly opened the door to reveal tara sat in the corner of our room on the bed, her knees tucked up to her chest, her forehead resting on them.

“Why are you crying bub?” I asked and she looked up, sniffing as she whined her tears “c-cause you mad a-at at me” she whispered “I’m not mad at you doll, why would I be?” I asked confused “cause I hurted matt” she replied “no doll I’m not mad, I just had to check up on matt to make sure he wasn’t hurt but he’s fine, I’m sorry I made you feel that way bub” I explained and she looked up at me “so not mad?” She asked and I nodded “not mad doll” I confirmed.

“You wanna come watch tv?” I asked and she nodded, we walked over to the couch where matt was still sleeping, I moved to sit next to him, he shuffled closer, laying his head on my lap, tara on the other side of me doing the same “what do you want to watch.”I asked Tara, as Matt had fallen back asleep “umm brats mo’ie please” she replied and I turned it on, after twenty minutes I received a message from Chris.

Chris 🍊♥️

- you want us to come get Matt on our way back??

Me- nah it’s alright he’s asleep he can stay if that’s okay with u

Chris- fine by me 👍🏻👍🏻

As the movie continued I heard soft snores from the other side of me, I turned to see tara also asleep, I turned the tv onto a dim light, locking the front door and closing the curtains before walking into mine and Tara’s room, pulling the spare mattress from the guest room and mine and Tara’s intro he living room, I picked them both up laying them each on one, neither of them walking up before laying myself down on the couch, falling asleep not long after.

[bisexual-horror-fan]

you heard of elf on a shelf, now get ready for (making out with) stu in a church pew

Well Anon, I know you didn’t mean for this but you reminded me I haven’t done a solo Stu piece in forever and I haven’t done any church smut in a minute and I haven’t done church smut WITH Stu, so that had to be fixed. So let's get into it!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 4.2K. Stu Macher X AFAB! Formerly Religious Reader. Warnings: Established Relationship. Banter. Teasing. Making Out. Dirty Talk. Exhibitionism. Public Hook-Up. Risky Sex. Unprotected Sex. Vaginal Sex. Masturbation. Oral Sex. Blow Job. Gagging. Throat Fucking. Sex In A Church. Reader Doesn’t Believe In Religion Or God Anymore. Stu Is Stu. Riding. Degradation. Use Of Slut And Whore But In That Loving Stu Way.

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“Do You Believe?” 

—

The conversation that placed the idea in Stu’s head happened very late at night, the pair of you had one of those dates that stretched basically all day. He’d picked you up mid-morning with the purpose of going to the beach and you lingered there all day, either swimming, or stretched out on the sand listening to music. After lunch a sandcastle was built and then destroyed with Stu doing his best Godzilla impression to make you laugh, before sharing some ice cream, all in all a perfect summer day. You couldn’t be happier having some time with just you and him. 

The beach you went to was a few hours away, you left after sun down and now, on the outskirts of the town you lived in, you are both sitting on the hood of Stu’s car, near midnight and having an extremely late dinner. The bag sits between you, the meal consisting of burgers and fries, you got a milkshake and he got a soda and you were splitting both drinks between the pair of you. 

How this topic came up, you aren’t totally sure, but the point is, now you were discussing it, “So your family never did the whole religious thing?” 

The straw popped out of his mouth and he said with a casual shrug, “Nope, never. I mean, I’ve been for like, weddings, funerals, a Christening or whatever, went to an Easter Sunday once when my grandma insisted but we never went with any kinda regularity.” 

“Or seriousness?” You ask, your elbow nudging him and he says with that classic grin, “Yeah, or seriousness, exactly.” 

His hand is back in the bag, he fishes out a few more fries before asking you with a pinch of his brows, “What about your family?”

You begin to respond to him, saying, “Oh yeah we took it a bit more seriously, went more than you did, I actually almost went to a Catholic high school-”

He had his hand over his mouth as he was finishing his current mouthful before asking, cutting you off as he did so, “With the uniform and everything?” 

You nearly snort before you respond, “I dunno perv, I never went, remember?”

“Never too late to put on a short plaid skirt. You know you can still buy one too, right? It’s not like they card you for a school ID before they sell you one.”  The suggestive rise and waggle of his eyebrows as he leans closer makes you laugh, a roll of your eyes, “Yeah sure, I’ll run out and buy one ASAP.”

He proceeds to take what you said seriously, ignoring your tone, and instead just listening to the words, a bit he loved to do and that was not lost on you, “When you do remember, there is no such thing as too short, like if it’s reminding you more of a belt than it is a skirt you’re on the right track-” 

You shoved your burger into his face, forcing him to take a bite and effectively silencing him. His reaction made you crack up further, attempting to choke down the food without making a mess or spitting any out. When he managed to swallow the food down he said, “Rude! You’re rude.”

He took the napkins you were holding out to him, wiping the stray mustard that got onto his face when you jammed the burger into his open mouth. 

“And you’re a total freak but what else is new?” You say as you shrugged and took another bite of your own burger. He rolled his eyes as he crumpled the napkin in his hand, “So do you believe in that stuff?”

He asked it so casually and you looked over to him, a hearty swallow of milkshake and you asked, “What?”

“In like religion, God, all that shit.” He asked, a soiled napkin still in his hand as he gestured up to the sky. Your eyes turn skyward and you say, “I dunno. I never questioned it much when I was in it, just kinda went along with it all, but after getting out, really examining and thinking about it all critically? Yeah, I can't say I am a big believer.”

“No? You aren’t a fan of Sky Daddy?” He asked in an overly serious tone that almost makes you choke on your next sip of milkshake. You are trying to suck down air, catch your breath and he is piling on, hand on your shoulder as he did so, “You aren’t getting on your knees for him every night and thanking him every damn day for the fact you know me? I’m shocked!”

“Stop! My stomach hurts, fuck-” You beg and he says, “I just think you should be a bit more thankful for me but okay.” 

He does relent. The conversation moves onto other things, dinner is finished and you and he pile back into the car and make the rest of the drive back. You didn’t think anything further of the conversation, not until a few weeks later, you realised that your talk had a bigger effect on him than you thought. You and he were out on the town for another date, easy conversation flowing, his arm around your shoulders, no plans at the moment, in the midst of trying to decide what to do next when he stops. “I got what we should do.” 

He steers you, dragging you up a series of steps and your eyes turn up to realise he is leading you into a rather large catholic church. It’s frankly gorgeous as far as churches go but the Catholics always knew how to do gothic architecture and stained glass well. The scope and scale of the building was impressive, imposing, you don’t remember seeing this place before but then again with your lack of interest in faith why would you pay attention to a house of worship. 

You stop and stand your ground firmly, you and he are midway up the steps, your eyes on him as you ask, “Woah, what the fuck are you doing?”

“What? You against getting a little spiritual together?” Stu asked as he leaned in closer to you and you took a step back, his hand is still on your shoulder but there is some distance between you and him. “I’m just wondering what your motive here is Stu.”

He laughs, head tipping back, his hand that wasn’t still on your shoulder is on his chest, “Me? Having an ulterior motive? Oh you hurt me!”

“Stu.” You deadpanned his name, sounding unimpressed and he parroted yours back in the same way. 

“Be honest with me, can you do that?” You asked and his hand fell away before rubbing over the back of neck, “Alright, fine. So maybe ever since our conversation when we were coming back from the beach I’ve been curious. I want to know more about your relationship with religion when you did believe. I dunno much about that kinda thing and maybe I just wanna get to know you better, okay?”

Oh. Well fuck. You feel like an asshole for giving him the third degree like that. Stu was genuinely being sweet and you assumed the worst, that wasn’t fair to him, immediately assuming he could only be shallow and surface level on this front. Stu contained a lot of depth and you thought you knew better, thought you were one of the only people to give him such credit and yet you still fucked up from time to time, human error is natural but you still mentally berate yourself. You should act better, he deserves better, who were you to judge on what Stu could be capable of caring about?

You reach out, take his hand, fingers tangled together and you apologise, “Shit Stu, I’m sorry. If you want to talk more about this we can.” 

“Really?” His tone makes you feel worse, the soft and hopeful nature of it leads you to start back up the steps, tugging his hand and saying with a glance over your shoulder, “Really. Come on.” 

You thought that this could be a nice change of pace, having a deep theological discussion even if you didn’t really believe in that kind of thing anymore could be great for you, create a deeper connection though an unconventional activity you wouldn’t normally engage in. You felt confident and honestly, a little excited over the idea, a chance for more growth and learning more about each other.  

He is such a lying asshole.

You should have known he wasn’t being entirely truthful. Here you were on a weekday afternoon, church was empty, no one else around save for the both of you in a back pew and Stu’s mouth on your neck and his hand between your thighs. This wasn’t about having a discussion on your faith or lack thereof, no apparently this was about having an illicit hook up in the house of the Lord. You were trying to fight back, trying to move away, but he had one arm around you, hand on your waist, effectively keeping you pulled flush against him. Teeth graze, tongue lathes, his fingers drag higher up your inner thigh and you try to close your legs around his hand but he laughs, you can feel his smile against your throat, “Where are you trying to go?”

You huff out, “Trying to put some space between you and me, fuck Stu-” You gasp as his palm cups your cunt through your underwear, “Why’s that?”

His question in combination with his hand moving makes you whine, “-Cuz I thought you wanted to talk!”

“We can talk.” His fingers move up, firm circles just right that make your hips cant up without being able to control yourself from the sudden jolt of sensation, even without looking he finds what he needs to every time, it’s maddening. “Nothin’ is stopping us from talking.” 

He refuses to stop laying sloppy kisses along your throat or touching you so well, and you restrain a moan, “We shouldn’t be doing this-”

“I thought you wanted to talk, not bitch.” He says easily and you retort, “Stu we can’t, please, ease up!”

“Awe what’s a matter? Aren’t you enjoying this?” His mouth had moved up, warm air fanning over the side of your face as he asked it quietly. He presses harder, fingers work quickly and you inhale sharply, mouth clamping shut to try and hold in your next moan. 

“Sure feels and sounds like you are enjoying it.” That tone of voice, cruel, mocking, thoroughly amused and loving every second, it doesn’t help your arousal or the state of your panties.  His hand slips from between your thighs and you hear him suck on his fingers loudly and you wince. You don’t want to be overheard but he clearly doesn’t care. 

He hums as he pulls his fingers out of his mouth again and says, “Jesus Christ you’re wet.” 

A moment of silence, your laboured breathing is the only real sound, what can you say? You shift in your seat and you can feel how wet you are, what can you say, it isn’t like you can deny what is so blatantly obvious. He breaks the quiet once again. “Oh wait…Or You don’t wanna hook up in a church is that it?” 

You nod with a bite of your bottom lip and he teased, it sounds like his grin is so big it is threatening to split his face in half, “I thought you aren’t religious anymore? Why should it bother you doing this here?”

His other hand was off your waist, fingers under your chin turning your face up to look into his eyes, confirming what you thought, he looked positively gleeful as he taunts further, “You scared God is watching? That you’ll go to hell for this?” His tone is nigh mocking, a hint of condescension, you don’t want to think about what it does to you, how it makes you clench. 

You weren’t afraid, you know better, if God is real he can see you all the time, not just when you are in church, doesn’t mean that the idea of fucking around in here isn’t a big hurdle regardless of the state of your relationship with religion. And the idea of Hell? Laughable, even if it exists you doubt that you’d qualify.  Your personal relationship with all of this was long dead and buried.

What he says holds the potential for a lot of things, it's another taunt, a challenge, a test. He’s right, again, you aren’t religious. You don’t believe in all of that. So why are you hesitating so much? Is it the fear, or the humiliation, the public setting, the risk of getting caught, or is it the much more likely idea that even though you don’t believe the clinging vestiges of religion runs deep? Conditioning like that isn’t so easy to shake, especially when it was present in your life before you could even remember.

“I’m not scared of that! Just what if someone catches us?” A serious attempt is made to make your voice steady and not let the want clouding your mind to shine though, you don’t think it works. 

“Pffft, at this time of day? I sincerely doubt it. Loosen up babe.” The way he is speaking and acting, thumb swiping over your bottom lip, that mischievous glint in his eyes, every single thing he is doing is tailor made and purposeful to rile you up. “Besides that, why would you care? What are they gonna do? Ban us from the church?’

His hands move quickly, fingers dig into your sides, you inhale sharply and yelp out a laugh from the sudden tickling, he doesn’t stop speaking, “Excommunicate you from the religion you don’t believe in? Oh noooo. What a terrible fate!”

Your hands lock around his wrists and you push his hands away, sucking down a lungful of air and pushing back from him at the same time, in one motion, “Fuck, is everything a big joke to you?”

“Maybe. I can’t help it. I’m a natural comedian.” He teases and you sigh, “Yeah you’re a natural something alright-”

He cuts you off, “You don’t like me making light of everything? There’s something you can do about it.” 

You wonder what he means but his body moves, this roll that causes your eyes to drag down his torso to see the origin of it. Upon your eyes landing there you discover this sight: him palming himself through his jeans. This makes it clear, you were so distracted you hadn’t picked up on how hard he was but of course he was. The idea slams into your head like a semi-truck, if you get him off the effect would be two-fold, it would put to bed the idea that you were lying and still gave a fuck about religion, and it would make him stop with all the jokes. You glance around, there wasn’t anyone else here, the idea was admittedly hot. It wasn’t like you never thought about it before, so you decide to say fuck it, not linger or overthink. You’d show him, you’d loosen up. 

Your hands take over and his belt is open, you demand as you move to get on your knees, “Get your pants down.” 

“I knew you’d come around.” The confidence on this man, good Lord, borders much more on outright cockiness. He still does what you asked, pants and underwear are quickly shoved down to mid thigh, raging hard dick exposed to the open air to make this easier, you are now settled on your knees while between his. 

“This is more about getting you to come.” You joke and he laughs, that big, genuine kinda Stu laugh that makes his eyes crinkle at the sides and his nose scrunch slightly, “Fuck, you got some jokes too.” 

You hum in agreement as your hand reaches out, fingers wrap around the base of his shaft and he squirms slightly, his breathing changes, you smile and then you lean in, tongue flicks over the tip and you revel in the harsh intake of air. You don’t waste time. Eyes fall closed, your lips wrap around his head and you suck indulgently, Stu curses and your tongue circles around the amount of him in the wet heat of your mouth. You are taking more into your mouth, tongue moving, sucking deeply, your hand slowly starts working into the mix, stroking up then down again, covering the space that you weren’t taking into your mouth yet, spit slipping past your lips acting as lube. 

You start getting very into it, messy, but something causes a shift. Stu lets out this moan, it isn’t particularly loud, nor pornographic, but the pitch and volume of it reminds you just of where you are. The sound of it reverberates of the high ceilings, the echo makes your eyes open and your gaze draw up the length of his body, and he looks, fuck, incredible, puts the stained glass windows to shame. Pants midway down his thighs, hands splayed on either side of the wooden pew he was seated on, breathing had picked up, lips parted and his eyes on you the entire time. 

The heat floods you, the entire situation is really sinking in, you hadn’t counted on liking it as much as you had but when you were with Stu he had a funny habit of making you discover all kinds of interesting things about yourself. This urge overcomes, you are in a house of worship and on your knees, so shouldn’t you get to worshiping? 

This right here is all you need, he is what you need, the feelings he gives you is better and makes more sense than anything the church ever tried to teach. You wanted to and could, worship at the altar of the flesh forever and be content and satisfied, could be consumed with the flames of lust and feel more fulfillment than any Sunday service or hymn could ever hope to instil.

You slow down further. This should be a rushed affair, it should be fast to lessen the chance of being caught but fuck it, you want to indulge. Hand locking back around the base of him, your tongue runs up the entire length while you stare up into his eyes before your tongue strokes down over the other side. You kiss here and there, you let drool run down him and your own chin, hot breath slips out from between your lips as you proceed to continually lay attention upon him. He was just as into this as you were, he was barely able to sit still, you didn’t speed up, your other hand locked on his hip and you hold him down as best you can as you continue to please and tease. He moans your name and yeah he is done joking around, you sigh his name like a prayer with your lips against the soaked head of dick.

He is being uncharacteristically quiet. Well, in terms of words, he is breathing hard, and letting out a few curses and other sounds of enjoyment but not as much as normal, he doesn’t care about getting caught in terms of consequences, you know he wants to make sure he can get off first though. 

Slipping him back inside you sucked deeply, you hum and the vibration makes his legs jerk, you love having such a strong effect on him. Your hand lifts up with a questioning look and his tongue darts out, wetting his bottom lip, his brows pinch together and he nods, telling you he wouldn’t move, would let you do what you wanted. Your hand left him fully and instead it slips down your own body. You get into a good and steady rhythm with him, moaning against his shaft quietly as you bob up and down, your legs spread, hand between your thighs and it finds its way into your underwear. You are dripping wet. 

You start easy, you begin to stroke your clit in firm circles as you suck, the movements of your hand match that of your mouth, tying the act of his pleasure to the sensation of your own. 

Lost to the act of it, to him and yourself, soon your fingers need to explore more, two digits slip into yourself and curl, you moan the loudest you have so far with him stuffed in your mouth and Stu lets out a choked off gasp, “Fuck yes-”

You loved when you pulled such reactions out of him. 

When did you become like this? Almost like he was reading your mind Stu’s hand was on your head and forcing more of himself into your mouth, you let him, even with the slight gag it causes, he speaks, hushed and low, “You’re such a fuckin’ slut. You-you like to act like you aren’t like this, or like I force you but no, it was always in you.”

A breathless laugh, he says it like he is awed, in the same tone he does when he tells you he loves you.

You work yourself quicker, fingers sliding in and out, palm grinds against your clit as you buck your hips, you suck harder, turned on even more and pushed further by his dirty talk as well as his rough treatment of you. “Look at yourself, fingering that cunt in the middle of a church with me halfway down your throat.” 

He makes a good point, you did instigate no less than half the perverted shit you and he got up to, you are just as into this, maybe you should drop all the pretense? 

People who are not sluts don’t throat fuck themselves while masturbating in a church at two thirty on a Wednesday, this is prime whore behavior honestly, totally text book. He is helping control your pace now and you let him, it makes this easier, helps you along and lets you continue to service him while trying to get yourself off, said orgasm was rapidly approaching. Your movements were getting sloppy, every movement bringing you nearer, you were trembling and Stu notices and asks, “Oh you gonna cum, yeah?”

You whine against him with a weak nod and before he can give any praise or encouragement it hits, the sudden drop off the edge makes your whole body jerk, you swallow around the head of his dick involuntarily and Stu groans. You weren’t even over your orgasm, thighs still shaking and breathing laboured, more sparks still firing off inside of yourself, brought on by your skilled fingers, when he pushed your head back, pulling himself out of your mouth.

He hauled you up to be on the pew again, he kissed you deeply, tongue in your mouth, a shared moan and his hand covers yours, moving with you, the action makes you draw out every single ounce of sensation from your peak. You kiss him deeply as he leads you, fingers curling and flexing inside yourself, every drag of your palm over your throbbing clit pulling another sound from you that he was eating up. Finally when it was too much you pull back with a gasp and see he hadn’t stopped, he took over, he had his other hand around himself, stroking himself, desperate and needy just like you. 

“M’ so close, fuck-” You take his admission as your cue, you move as quickly as you could. Your fingers slip out of yourself, shoving your panties to the side and your leg swings over his, moving into his lap and then knocking his hand out of the way, you line up and then sink down. You envelope him, making him call out, “Oh holy shi-”

Your fingers that are still slick from your cunt are shoved into his mouth to help muffle the sound as you say, breathless and playful, “Keep it down Stu, we’re in a church.”

His eyes roll back with a moan, he sucks and you have taken him totally, the stretch is amazing, he is so fucking filling. You start to ride him immediately, rolling your hips perfectly and his arms wrap around your waist, he pulls you closer, and jerks his head back, your fingers are out and your hands go to the back of his neck, you hold him there as he bucks up into you. His face buries into the side of your neck as he grits out, “Christ yes, take it-”

“Gonna cum in me?” You ask and he nods, his mouth finds your sweat slicked skin, he sucks a hickie into your throat, he lets out something that could be read as whimper, book ended by a, “Fuck.” 

His hips slam up into yours one last time, he holds still and unloads, he cums deep and your head tips back with a shuddering exhale. 

It is quiet. 

Just the sound of your shared panting and the feeling of your hearts beating out of your chests as you start to slow the movements of your bodies, loosening and starting to relax against each other. You soon speak up, “So do you believe me now?”

“What?” He asked and you huffed, your head pops back up and you look down at him, fingers playing with the hair at the base of his neck, “Do you believe me that I don’t give a fuck about religion anymore?”

He laughs, warm smile on his face as he says, “Baby, after that I think you might have made me believe in God.” 

“Jesus Christ.” You scoff and start to slide him out of you, pulling your underwear back into place he jokes, “Yeah that’s the guy.”

As he starts to straighten himself back out and you laugh much too loudly at his terrible joke. Two minutes later you and he are walking down the church steps hand in hand together and you ask, “What should we do now?”

“Mmm how about some more bible study at my place?” Stu asks as he leans down to plant a kiss on your cheek and you hum thoughtfully, “I don’t see why not.”

Maybe your interest in faith could be revived after all. 

[madnessformunson]

Double Daddy Part 7

Note: sorry this took so long, I couldn’t decide which way I wanted to go with! I hope you enjoy

Warnings: mean girls, fighting, cussing, pregnancy

He couldn’t even open the door of his van all the way before Chrissy ran up to it, “where the hell were you? I’ve been waiting for over 30 minutes I thought we were going to a party tonight”

“Yeah sorry babe I just had something I had to handle first, let’s go.” And Chrissy got into the van. He knew he needed to bring up the pregnancy again and see if she was telling the truth but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He officially lost you today and while he wasn’t in love with Chrissy, he did have feelings for her.

The week went by slowly for you. You had to stay in bed for most of the day, the doctor said you could get up and do a small walk once a day but if any cramps or bleeding happened you needed to get back in bed. Robin brought your homework to you every day after school and gave you the gossip of Hawkins High.

She came in awkwardly on Thursday, dodging your questions on the latest news.

“What’s up with you Robin? Did something bad happen?” You questioned her.

“Uh no well..”

“Spit it our Robin I’m a big girl I can handle it”

“Well Chrissy she’s like..showing? Not a lot but she definitely looks pregnant” Robin said looking away from you.

Your heart started racing. Was she really pregnant? There is no way Eddie could handle one kid let alone two at the same time.

“Maybe that’s why he hasn’t called me” you thought out loud.

“Did he tell you he would?”

“No I guess not I just figured the whole scare and ultrasound thing changed his perspective a little. I thought he might try to be around a little more.” You shrug off.

“Well it didn’t sound like Steve had very nice things to say to Eddie so maybe that’s why” Robin said without thinking.

“What are you talking about”

“Uh nothing ..”

“Seriously Robin?”

“Oh hey look at the time I gotta-yeah I have somewhere to be, bye!” She said as she took off out your door. You just sat back on your headboard of the bed crossing your arms.

You decided to call Steve to come over. He rushed to your house as soon as the call ended.

He walked into your room with a big smile on his face for it to only disappear seconds later. He could feel that you were pissed at someone or something, he just prayed it wasn’t him.

“Hey doll, what’s going on?” He said as sweetly as he could, coming to sit at the end of your bed.

“What did you say to Eddie” you said with no expression.

“Uh when? I’m not sure what we are talking about right now” he tried to let out a small laugh

“At the hospital. What did you say to him?”

“Umm I told him to leave you alone, that he hurt you enough” he said while he looked down at his shoes.

“What the actual fuck Steve that isn’t your place at all!” You stood up.

“Hasn’t he hurt you enough y/n? Why would you even want him around” Steve started to raise his voice back at you but you didn’t back down.

“That’s his decision to make, not mine, not yours. HIS. you don’t get to go and put ideas in his head to make him not want to be around! God Steve, you need to know your place!”

“I need to know my place? Maybe he needs to know his! I’ve been there y/n, me not Eddie. I’ve been the one to hold your hair back when you puke or take you to the diner at 2 am for milkshakes. I’ve been the one supporting you, not him!”

“Well nobody asked you to be there Steve!” You yelled.

Just as he was getting ready to fire back, the bedroom door opened. Your dad stood there with a look of concern.

“Uh I don’t know what all this is about but why don’t we take it down a notch yeah?” Hopper said mostly looking at you since you were doing most of the yelling.

You crossed your arms and rolled your eyes as Steve signed and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Look y/n/n just-“ Steve started but you wouldn’t let him finish.

“Leave Steve” you said trying to not let the tears escape your eyes.

“No no I’m sorry let me fix-“

“You can’t fucking fix it Steve. You ruined it” you said as you wiped your cheek with the sleeve of your shirt.

Your dad just stood there completely clueless as to what was even going on. You and Steve never fought, everything seemed to be great between the two of you. He did feel like he needed to step in though.

“Yeah I think it’s best you go Steve, maybe you two can talk when things cool down” Hopper started.

“Or never again. That’s good with me” you said under your breath as you sat down on your mattress.

“Oh come on y/n!” Steve threw his hands up.

“Come on, let's go” Hopper said, leading Steve out of the room.

You were pissed. Fuming actually, what gives him the right to try to decide who is worthy enough to be around you?

The weekend passed by and you didn’t call Steve at all. He called twice and even stopped by to see you but your dad turned him away. Monday morning Jonathan took you to school instead of Steve. You walked to your locker struggling to carry all your belongings since you had extra assignments to turn in after your week off. Your notebook fell and all the papers came flying out. You mumbled under your breath, “just great” as you bent down to gather them.

“Need some help?” A voice said. As you look up you see the frizzy hair guy you used to call your best friend.

“No it’s ok I got it. I’m sure you need to go find Chrissy so you can shove your head back up her ass” you said looking back down to gather the papers.

“Ha ha very funny y/n” he said with a fake laugh and rolling his eyes.

“No seriously Chrissy might actually have a mental breakdown if she sees you helping me” you fire back.

“Well maybe she’s just going to have to learn how to share,” he said, continuing to help.

That comment made your heart flutter. No you still hate him, right? You have to. After everything he has done you can’t let him come back into your life so easily.

“Thanks” you mumbled as you stood up grabbing your papers from him.

“So how have you been?” Eddie said to you with a small smile on his face.

“Fine I guess but I swear the baby’s using my bladder as a stress toy”

“You and the baby are all good now?”

“Yeah I guess the doctor gave me the clear, just have to go in for an ultrasound at the end of the week”

“Oh nice. Is Harrington taking you to that?” Eddie questions.

“Uh I don’t think my personal life is any of your business but no we aren’t exactly speaking currently..”

“Well uh maybe-maybe I could take you?” Eddie said with a small smile.

You really could use the ride. Your dad tried to get off in time to take you but if he couldn’t you’d be stuck walking.

“Is Chrissy gonna freak out if you do that?” You question him looking directly in his eyes now.

“Um well it doesn’t really matter, she’s gonna have to learn that this isn’t all about her. We are all going to need to get along at some point”

That comment made you scoff. You knew you weren’t going to be friends with her like ever. Hell would have to freeze over first. But you also didn’t want to make Eddie feel like he didn’t have a place in the baby’s life. Especially since Joyce’s sister will be adopting them, he deserved to be involved as much as he wanted.

You nod as you say, “ok a ride to the doctor sounds nice I would appreciate that very much”

Eddie smiled ear to ear at your answer. “Ok I will pick you up after the pep rally Friday and we will go together”

Just as you were about to part ways, you hear Chrissy coming towards you. You knew you needed to play nice but that was extremely hard. She was easily the biggest bitch you ever met and she definitely made the situation between you and Eddie worse.

“What are you doing here?” Chrissy said with disgust.

“Me and the baby are all good now thanks for your concern” you said back with the fakest smile.

Chrissy just rolled her eyes as she grabbed onto Eddie’s arm.

“Come on Eds, let’s go I have practice for the pep rally Friday”

“They are still letting you cheer? Even though you are pregnant?” You didn’t mean for it to come out but it did.

“Yeah babe I’m not sure that’s the best idea anymore” Eddie said which made you want to gag.

“Oh it’s fine I’m not doing any of the stunts, I’m just helping out” she said as she pulled him to the gym.

When the end of the day finally came around you were ready to go home. Mentally kicking yourself for not asking Jonathan to pick you up, you put your headphones on and start to exit the school to walk home. Much to your surprise you notice Steve’s car parked right out front, you were staring at the car trying to make out if Steve was in it or not, you weren’t watching where you were going and tripped. Thankfully you caught yourself with your hands and knees, nothing came even close to touching your bump.

“Y/N!” You heard, but it came from two separate directions. As you pulled yourself up to rest on your knees you noticed Steve coming towards you from the parking lot. But then you feel someone squat down next to you breathlessly saying “are you ok?”

“Yeah yeah I’m fine” you say as Eddie helps pull you up.

Steve came running up and grabbed your shoulders looking you over to make sure you were alright. His frantic state makes you giggle.

“I’m glad you find giving me frequent agita is funny” Steve said with a weak smile.

Steve looked up from you to notice Eddie standing there, glaring at him.

“What’s he doing here y/n? I thought you said you guys didn’t talk anymore” Eddie spit out as his hands tightened into fists.

You stood between them, a hand placed on each of their chests to ensure distance was kept.

“Whoa whoa, that’s not what I said Eddie and you know it. Look, you are asking me to get along with Chrissy right? Then you need to learn how to get along with Steve. He is in my life whether you like it or not. Everyone needs to just learn to play nice, we have babies involved.”

“I agree with y/n/n, we need to get along, for the baby.” Steve said, reaching his hand out to shake Eddie’s.

Eddie Mimicked Steve “I agree with y/n/n” in a whiny voice while rolling his eyes. But when you hit his chest with your hand and glared at him he cleared his throat, “ok fine whatever” and he reached out to return the hand shake.

It was finally Friday. Eddie was still taking you to your doctor's appointment when Steve was little said he was missing out, but he knew it was important for Eddie to be involved. Eddie met you by your locker once classes were over so you could walk to the pep rally together, going to the appointment right after.

“Ready to go?” You said as you packed your belongings into your backpack.

“I am but uh I really have a favor to ask you” Eddie said as he kicked his feet.

“You aren’t canceling right?”

“No no! Not at all, just Chrissy forgot her water bottle in my van and she’s going to need it for practice. She’s already in the girls locker room, do you think you could bring it to her for me please?” Eddie gave you his brown puppy dog eyes that were so hard to say no to.

“Fine, give it here” you said as you took the water bottle and headed into the girls locker rooms.

You walk through the rows of lockers looking for Chrissy, although it did seem like the cheerleaders were using the showers. You walk up to her locker, it was hard to miss with her name spelled out on the front with stickers and many pictures of her with her friends stuck to the front. It was unlocked so you open it to place the water bottle in and you see something that appears to be a fake baby bump. You pull it out to take a closer look, you were correct. Chrissy had a fake baby bump resembling the ones they use in the malls at the maternity stores. As you realize she really has been faking it this whole time you hear, “what the hell are you doing in my locker!” You turn around and face a very pissed off Chrissy.

[bomberqueen17]

streak broken!

I had been doing all right on accumulating a 30-day streak of pokestop spins but then i came back to the farm where i spend most of my summers, and there's no pokestop within a walkable distance (there's one about a kilometer away but it's on a busy highway with no shoulder, so there's no way to get there except by car or risking death) . so I spent three days without spinning a pokestop, and while walking a lot, so i hatched a ton of eggs and didn't want to open gifts because then all my egg slots would fill up with 7km eggs and i already have all those dudes who hatch from those. so i sort of eked along on whatever i'd had in my item bag that whole time.

helpfully, a family dinner completely overran the whole weekly spotlight hour so i didn't even open the app, so i didn't spend a bunch of pokeballs catching whatever was on special this week. see, very economical.

anyway i worked a long day yesterday and then spent the evening doing yet more physical labor for funsies (moving construction equipment that's blocking my ability to live in the cabin where i live on the farm) so as a special indulgence i went out late in the evening and got a milkshake and spun every pokestop i could reach. na ha!

i also caught some of the weirdo new shit that's spawning this new season, so that was fun.

if i level up half a level more, i can submit the community garden here as a pokestop. we'll see if i can manage that. (A friend was going to, but then didn't, and hasn't, so. Who knows if they ever will. It might get rejected anyway but we won't know until we try.)

They've announced a new concept called Routes, which they explicitly wanted to make rural-player-friendly. And I'm hesitant about how it's going to work. It won't help me, because I need there to be a Pokestop. And I think the idea is, it would give you spawns and things and make the game more playable, but like. Out here Pokestops are so few and far between that most of them are pretty heavily-trafficked if they're actually reachable by other people, and so if you can make it all the way to a stop, then there are gonna be tons of spawns around that stop because it's the only thing for miles. The post office down the street, there's a gym in the soccer field next to it that isn't accessible a lot of the time because that parking lot is full of, you know, people there for the soccer tournaments, but if you pull into the post office minimall parking lot, which is also directly across the street from the local high school, there are a zillion spawns that turn up instantly because that is the only fucking place anybody can get to. Making a Route out of that seems like. Redundant, because genuinely there are so many spawns in that parking lot that if you pull in you could stay there indefinitely just catching those.

Anyway we'll see. A Route isn't gonna help me when I don't have a Pokestop I can get to. I have given up on ever using Daily Incense out here because the nice pleasant loop I can walk, which is lovely in the evenings, will spawn me maybe three critters the whole time, and nothing interesting. I did like five nights in a row where I caught, y'know, a yungoos, a bidoof, a starly, in my fifteen-minute walk, and then I gave up on doing it because I got so many mosquito bites and also my job here is physically demanding enough that I don't need more physical exercise in my free time too.

oops i was gonna post this on my pokemon go sideblog but like hey why not. hi. i'm alive. i was gonna post something *else* here, but now i don't have time lol.

[doodle17]

consider: raz gets his teeth pulled

I HAVE LMAOOO

I actually have multiple situations for this. It's if Raz got his Wisdom teeth out, and he's about my version of his adult age (19) when he got them removed. Since he never really went to a dentist in his life, his teeth were very painful because he waited so long to get them removed 😬

Anyways, here's some scenarios I thought of yesterday (and a few today based on my experience)

Alright. I'm about to insert the I.V so you'll feel a small prick." The nurse said.

Raz inhaled through his teeth and winced. "Aw man... I really hate needles..." He looked over to Lili and Dogen. "Don't worry about it. Just don't look." Lili replied. He squeezed his eyes shut and the nurse inserted the I.V into his arm.

"What it bad?" Dogen asked. Raz opened one eye, with a look of surprise on his face. "Not... as bad as I thought!..." He looked at his arm and cringed. "Ew I should NOT have looked at it though."

scenario 2

"D'you want a blanket or anything before you go under?" The nurse asked. Lili was about to reply "No" but Raz interrupted her before she could say anything. "Yes please~" He said in a sing-song voice. He kicked his feet a bit and looked around the room. Lili giggled and elbowed Dogen for his attention. "Looks like he's starting to get high already." Noticing Raz's head began bobbing up in down, his eyelids getting heavy.

"OoooOooOooOOoo... I tHink it's W-orKIng..." He chirped before immediately passing out.

Scenario 3

"Alright Dogen, you go start the car, I'll get Raz." Lili said. Dogen gave her a thumbs up.

The nurse opened the door and let her in. She leaned over the dental chair and smiled. "Hey... Raz-zle." She waved her hand in front of his face. "All the lights on up there?"

His eye slowly opened. He looked around the room, drowsy. He noticed Lili, who was gently rubbing his shoulder. He smiled, as wide as he could at least. "Hheeey Liliiii..." He said dreamily. She giggled. "Hey, hon. How you feelin'?"

"I'm feelin' ggrrrreaat!" He flung both his arms outward, with a thumbs up. "Oh, sorry am I bein' to loud?..." He asked the nurse. "Nope. You're all right."

His eyes became glossy and his lip trembled. "I'm so sorry for being loud..." The nurse and Lili were trying not laugh. Lili was trying to calm Raz down, who was on the verge of sobbing hysterically.

Scenario 4

Raz hadn't said anything the in car so far, just stared off into space, drooling.

"Is he asleep or something?" Dogen asked. D'art waved a hand in front of Raz's face. He blinked each eye slowly. "Nah, he's still awake. His mind is just somewhere else at the moment."

"We should stop to get some food, and Raz a shake or something. There's a Fast food place over there." Lili pointed out the car window. Dogen began to turn the cad towards the parking lot. "That's a good idea. What do you think Raz?" Raz just blinked slowly again, letting out a small "Eh" in reply. "I think he likes the idea." D'art snickered.

Raz sat there slurping peacefully on his milkshake. Obviously drooling it everywhere in the process, Lili had to wipe his face off. "Hey? What's this metal thing on my finger...?" He asked mouth full of ice cream. "It an engagement ring. We're engaged? Remember?" Lili replied. Raz scrunched his face up in confusion, and looked up thoughtfully for a moment. His face lit up with realization. "Oh yeaaaaah!" He giggled like a 16 yea old girl. "You're stuck with meeeee..."

"Raz quit talking, your getting milk-shake everywhere." D'art said. Raz glared at him. "Well YOOOUUU eat ice-cream like a prostitute..." D'art covered his mouth trying to hold back a laugh, while Lili and Dogen did the same.

"Uuuuuugggghhhh... D'art you're such a WHHHhhhoooorrreee....." Raz hissed with the most pure malice in his voice. Dogen choked on his food and broke out into a coughing fit, while D'art and Lili were losing their minds in the back seat.

[countrymusiclover]

2 - We're More Than A School

Part 3

Family is More than Blood

@secretdreamlandmentality

Shutting the car door Klaus and I vamped into the school finding the triplets room seeing Alina, Missy and Hope sitting on their beds. Closing the door with a wave of my hand I put my hands on my hips. "Okay, Alaric told me over the phone. But I want to hear what happened now."

"We used a forbidden spell to fight this dragon that was after a knife." Hope started.

Missy added. "And black magic isn't allowed."

"Even though you literally have taught us dark magic spells before. So we didn't see the problem." Alina throws her hands up in the air. "This all happened because of Landon Kirby."

Klaus crossed his arms over his chest flashing his eyes. "Who's Landon Kirby!"

"He works at the Grill. He makes me milkshakes. His adopted brother Rafael is a werewolf. We brought them and we tried to compel Landon but it didn’t work. Next morning he left with a knife." Hope sent us a sympathy look.

Placing a hand on Nik's shoulder calming him down. "Calm down. Now who actually started the spell?" Hope raised her hand where I nodded in agreement. "Alright Hope you have to help the others pick up trash in the square. Alina, Missy, you have to clean Alaric’s office."

"But mom." Alina whined at me.

Klaus waved his index finger at her. "Listen to your mother Alina."

The three girls left the room with a huff where I turned on my feet taking his hand in mine. "Let’s go find Henrik since they'll be busy." We walked through the hallways passing some younger kids who were running past us. We ended up finding our son sitting in one of the pillar windows.

"Daddy!" Henrik spun around rushing over and flinging his arms and legs around his father.

Nik held him up by his knees chuckling into his shoulder holding him. "Ohhh hey kiddo. What are you doing up here?" I smiled putting my hands together, always taken back by the sight of how much each of other's look alike. The same dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes.

"Jackson and I are playing hide and seek. And he doesn't know I'm here." He sent a childish smirk like his dad.

Suddenly I jumped releasing a scream before someone touched my arm seeing Jackson standing behind us. "You're not as clever as you think, Henrik. Uh sorry Mrs. Mikaelson."

"It's okay, Jackson." I slumped my shoulders watching the boys go back and forth deciding who was the next seeker. Klaus and I decided to play along too since our girls were busy.

Alina's Pov

Putting away one of the books that Alaric had on the floor I sighed. I was supposed to be spending time with Jack and Henrik but now I'm stuck here. Missy noticed a knife on the desk pointing to it while Alaric was doing his research. "What are you trying to do with it, uncle Ric?"

“I’m trying to destroy it, Missy. Hydrochloric acid. I've tried explosives, an acetylene torch, a circular saw. I've even run over it with my truck. And according to legend, it's indestructible. And I'm starting to agree.” He explained to my younger sister.

The office door got opened and I saw the councilor named Emma come in. “So in addition to father, teacher, mentor, you've also added linguist, slayer of mythical creatures, and demolitions expert to your résumé. That's a lot to take on, especially all by yourself.”

He reassured her until the door opened again. “Emma. When I say I'm fine, I'm…”

Lizzie stormed in covered in milkshake or something all done the front of her shirt. “A jerk. You are a total jerk.”

“What happened to you, Liz? “ I asked her to put away books seeing that she was clearly upset and needed someone to talk to. Her and I have always clicked while Missy went with Josie and Hope was in the middle.

She glared at her father. “A Neanderthal from Mystic Falls High assaulted me with a milkshake. This stupid girl Dana was being... You know what? I can't even talk about it. But now Hope and Josie are all sisters in solidarity. But as I was walking home, I did the work and I dug deep, and I realized that this is all his fault.”

Uncle Ric made a face. “How is this my fault? “

She sniffed through tears almost full on sobbing. “Because if you had just been at that game instead of running around with Hope, then everything would've gone differently.

And it is not fair that she gets to know secrets that your own daughters don't. “

Emma said. “She has a point.”

“Not helping.” He whispered to her.

Lizzie snapped looking at me knowing I would understand. “I am not going back there.”

“Okay, that's fine, um... Why don't you go help the primary school students out in the garden. Alina go with her. Missy can help me here.” He suggested staring at Missy who was reading through the book about the knife.

Lizzie headed through the door and I followed her outside into the garden. “At least now you know why I am so screwed up.”

We sat down on one of the large rocks where she laid down on her back sighing heavily. “I’m sorry my sister is dealing with your dad so much. She just wants to look out for me and Missy since our parents haven’t been in town for two years.”

“I wonder if there’s a guy out there for me like you found Jackson?” Lizzie mumbles under her breath.

Shrugging my shoulders I did feel sorry that she hadn’t found the right guy yet. “I’m sure you’ll find somebody.”

“Lizzie. Alina!” A young boy ran over to us before we lifted our heads seeing a live statue creature growling at us.

Lizzie grabbed the kids hand and we ran back to the school entrance. “Get inside, Pedro! I need you to give me your hand. Now find my dad. Go.” She grabs his hand siphoning magic from him before he ran off.

The creature roared getting in the doorway as Lizzie and I intertwined hands siphoning off of my wolf side and the magic she took from Pedro. “Imperium monstrum.” The creature raised its hand and claws Lizzie before it launched me backwards from her.

Alairc, Emma and Missy came out of his office where I dropped down on my knees seeing she wasn’t moving. “Lizzie?

Oh, my God, Lizzie.”

“I don’t understand why it didn’t scrape me too. Ric, I might be able to heal her but I don’t know.” Glancing up at him with a worried look.

He shook his head picking his daughter up in his arms heading into one of the closed rooms laying her down and gathering everyone else in the school. “Alright we are on lock door period. No one goes outside. I want you all in your rooms. Upper class, you're on the buddy system. Lower class, I want you with Emma to the grand hall. Okay, let’s go…Emma take Lizzie with you and the kids.”

Everyone starts leaving where I rose to my feet from Lizzie’s side. “So what are we going to do?”

“I’m going to draw it away from the school with the knife and you are going to stay inside.” He started to walk away until I drew the knife from his hand and into mine.

“Motus. In case you forgot it didn’t hurt me yet. So I think we need to do this together.” Holding the knife in my hands he sighed letting me come with him. But shortly after the creature stole the knife where I ran off in search of our parents knowing we needed more help than we first expected.

Raelyn’s pov

Shoving my phone in my pocket Klaus and the boys were following my tail. “Why wouldn’t Alairc tell you why he put the school on lock down?” He asked me since we had gotten a text but got no real answer.

“I don’t know but - what the hell was that?” Whipping my head around we could hear something roaring throughout the hallways.

Klaus lowered himself on a knee grabbing Henrik’s shoulders. “Henrik go with Jackson while you’re mother and I go figure this out.” He nodded before Jackson led him away so we could vamp around the corner seeing Alairc and Hope standing in the hallway.

The creature roared again and it sounded like a gargoyle which shouldn’t exist while he told us what happened. “Yeah. Listen, it poisoned Lizzie. I'm guessing, to get my attention. Then it attacked me and took the Knife.”

“The Knife? The dragon Knife? And you're still breathing?” Hope snaps at him.

Ric got cut off by her. “Oh, I have a theory about that.”

“Well, save it, because we had to take down that containment spell to get inside the school, meaning our monster can get out.” Hope rolls her eyes.

We heard footsteps running towards us where we heard our daughters' voices. “Mom. Dad!”

“A containment spell?…Missy. Alina, thank goodness you’re okay.” Slumping my shoulders in relief seeing Alina following Missy.

Alaric realized what she wanted to do. “Lizzie wanted to make sure whatever attacked her didn't escape into the world. Good girl. All right, well, guess we better find it... ...before it makes the evening news.” He grabbed an ax off the wall getting ready to fight since he was just a human now.

“So how'd you take the containment spell down. You’re not a siphon?” Klaus raised a brow at his eldest daughter.

Joise came around the corner before we all slowly walked through the school searching for the creature. “She didn't. I did.”

We all halted in our track’s hearing the gargoyle growling at the top of the stairs. It came towards Hope and she fell down getting out of the way before Alairc jumped in front of her. “Dad!” Josie cried seeing it pointed the knife tip at his heart.

“Get behind it..” Klaus told me before we vamped behind the gargoyle while it was distracted. We grabbed it by the horns where it spun around staring at us instead.

Alairc tried to hit it over the head with his ax. “Fluctus inpulsa.” Alina raised her hands magically, knocking the knife out the creature’s hand.

“Good idea, Lina.” Hope rushed over to Josie. “Josie, help me.”

She asked her. “How?”

“Just repeat after me. Fluctus inpulsa.” Alina nods, holding her hands up while the other two witches follow.

Josie siphons from Hope following the girls. “Fluctus inpulsa. Fluctus inpulsa. Fluctus inpulsa. Fluctus inpulsa. Fluctus inpulsa. Fluctus inpulsa!” The gargoyle suddenly exploded into pieces in front of our eyes.

“All that trouble for a knife. Hope it was worth it buddy.” Missy picked up the knife from the floor.

Spinning onto my feet I snapped at Alaric moving my arms over my chest. “You’ve got some explaining to do, Saltzman. Cause I thought my kids were safe here.”

“Mystic Falls, a town where nothing ever changes is a joke.” Klaus dryly chuckled, draping his arm around my waist tugging me into his chest.

“If you'd asked me a week ago... I would have told you I knew the difference between myth and fact. I would have said that supernaturals were limited to the species under this roof. I would have said that folklore and fairy tales were just stories. But I can no longer say that any of that's true. 'Cause just a few days ago, we were confronted by the existence of a dragon. And then, today, our campus was terrorized by a gargoyle come to life. Some of us... were forced to fight, We won. This time. They were drawn here by a Knife that went missing earlier this week. And for whatever reason, these creatures consider us to be the enemy. In their minds, we're the villains because we won't give them what they want. We don't even know why they want it. But we're gonna find out.” Alairc slowly walked around the room explaining to all the students hearing some of them muttering under their breaths in shock. He lifted his gaze up to me and Klaus saw us intertwine our hands knowing that we smiled at his last words of the speech. “I can't say for sure what their true intentions are. I can't say there won't be more attacks. That's why I'm telling you this. To warn you. To ask you to look out for each other. To what’s best for one another. Because we're more than just a school. We're a family.”

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[blade-that-was-broken]

HII !! I’m super fixated on ur half life au and was wondering if you had any more notes on viva ( and / or clay) you could share?? :3

Like dude, same. I’ve been focused on finishing the I’m Still Here book but Half Life is literally always at least in the back of my mind. I think it’s cause it is the closest I have to an original concept within my current writing. Like it wouldn’t be super hard to make it an original concept. But anyways…

Let me start with I’m always open to suggestions and ideas - this is an open ongoing concept in general. It’s not a specific story, but more snippets/slices of life. Beyond Breathe Again, it’s mostly just scenes and smaller bitty arcs.

I don’t know if I really have more - I’m open to questions but I can try to expand on the concepts I do have. And I tried to think about Viva a bit during work. I needed my horse kid rep and Clay needed some love. So here we are with some horse kids. I'll try to stick with a bit more Viva.

Peppy and his wife were divorced and had been for a long time. She spent most of the time with her mom, mostly due to the nature of his job. The reason for the divorce is unknown although they seem amicable, even close. Peppy and his wife did reconnect (which ended up with Poppy) but she died before they could get back together.

Viva's horse is named Milkshake (tentative)

At first, Viva rubs Clay the wrong way. They meet at his first drill team practice and she acts like he is new to this (which he is) but Clay wants to be taken seriously and he's competitive. They end up being partnered together because Viva's notoriously picky horse likes Clay's horse.

Viva looks a lot like her mom while Poppy will look a bit more like her dad.

Viva often feels forgotten by her father. With his work, the loss of his ex wife and taking care of a baby, she feels left out. And this is coming from a girl who didn't have a big relationship with him in the first place. And since she is olderish, she is left a bit more on her own.

The first time she really meets John, she apologizes to him for "almost getting him thrown in jail" and eventually it becomes an inside joke for them. Clay doesn't love it but John holds no hard feelings over it.

Eventually she does end up spending a lot of time over at Clay's house when they become more of actual friends. (uncertain of cliva crush or more sibling-like dynamic)

Shows curiosity when she's over for dinner and John and Spruce are cooking together. They do invite her to join at times.

Has been riding for most of her life.

She harbors a lot of internal fear - just not of horses.

Viva loves to sing and dance. When Floyd gets a bit older and starts making his own music, she helps him with other sounds and a female voice when he'd like.

Is convinced her horse and Rhonda would be best friends.

Clay is very wary of her father, knowing he has the power to ruin his, his brother's and JD's new life.

Loves candy necklaces, has more energy than what to do with, and has a thing about capes.

Soft spot for plaids.

Terrified of chickens

Here is just a couple of Clay things (around the horse-thing)

Clay initially learns western riding first but wants to learn English. And then he does. He takes this all very seriously. He does do speed/gymkhana but feels like it's more fun and games and sees English as more "serious". (I'm not saying that is how it is, it's just how he sees it)

Delta mostly teaches him to ride, since she rode horses in her youth as well. He takes on it quick

Black Beauty makes Clay cry and he will come to end up owning three copies at least.

Brandy mostly braids his hair for english shows.

Heard about drill team through the grapevine. Add in Delta's connections and boom - he wants in. He went in 100% not knowing what it really was.

Clay does struggle with feeling like he is the least favorite.

John takes Clay on his first trail ride, trying to show him that nothing everything has to be serious/a competition.

Okay that's all I got for now! I hope you like it though! I really should think more about Viva and Poppy's family; I just haven't gotten around to it much yet. And since Branch is a baby right now and will be for some time, I don't think about Poppy as much. At least for now lol

[harry1simp]

So I ve been obssesed over Harry june from dkb recently so lets write smth lol.

lot of teasing from the other members lol.

Pairing : harry june x f barist.reader.

So a group of boys went to my bar 1 week ago and since then they dont stop coming over. When I greet them to take their order they always seem to hide something like they look so nasty lol.

So today as any other day, I put myself in my uniform which is pink AND really tight so people better know me when they start getting annoying Im starting too since IM uncomfortable.

It was the morning and actually just a few people came to drink a juice or smth. So I ate my lunch with my boss and some colleagues and we talked about nothing and everything.

- So whats up with that group of grown up men? Taylor asked, one of my colleague.

- What do you mean " THAT group of grown up men"?- I replied in a mocking tone.

- Co mon you know who I am talking about. Especially this boy who looks a bit younger than the others. He seems so shy when youre around thats so cute !

I choked with my noodles.what the fuck ?

- Are you talking about THEM ? - I asked shocked.

- Of course them. Dont you find them hot ? - my other friend Ben started

- They're litteraly 9 wth ?!

- Lmfao y/n I know you do not have 9 holes im just saying you prob find ONE of them hot or idk.. - Ben said while laughing like he was dying.

- You scared me I swear. Hm well.. yeah that young boy is cute not gonna lie but im not gonna try anything.

Taylor scoffed and whispered a " whatever" followed by Ben saying " you better get at least one of them" before returning back to work leaving me alone.

It was 4:00 pm and thats the moment people finish work so we all know we gonna be really busy. When i say "people " I also include them. Sometimes theyre all together sometimes theyre not.

- Look who came y/n. - Ben said teasingly.

I looked to the main entrance and saw them. They were 5. The cute boy, another one who was doing some body rolls while walking, a tall boy with yellow hair, one with a cap on his head and the last one all in black looking like he wanted to kill someone. I gave my attention back to work since I started to stare a lil too much.

- Dont try to run away y/n . - Ben said.

- Yeah go take their order btw. - taylor ordered

- What n- I didnt finish my sentence they both pushed me to the hall where people were sat.

I took a deep breath and took a piece of paper with a pen while making my way to them.

- Hi guys ! - I said naturally like I didnt know my friends were watching me in the kitchen smiling like psychopaths.

- Hey y/n. How are you doing ? - The guy with the cap asked happily.

- Im good ahah thanks what about you ? - I asked trying not to seem awkward af.

- We're good. Happy to see you again. I would like a milkshake please !

- Okay noted - I informed taking notes.

- For me it will be a wisky please. - The serial killer said without even looking at me.

- What about you guys ? - I asked mentioning the others.

- Can I have an iced tea ? - The yellow haired guy demanded nicely.

- Sure !

- By the way y/n my son here has something to ask you. - The first guy spoke pointing the cute boy with his finger.

- Oh.. - I said suprised .

The guy smiled placing his head in his hands feeling shy and aparently not aware about the guy opening for him.

- Could I have your number or your instagram ? - he asked looking so adorable I could only accept.

- Yeah sure ! - I took my phone out of my pocket and handed it to him showing my number.

- What is your name ? - I couldnt hide my happiness I was smiling like an idiot.

- Harry June - He replied with a big smile on his face.

- Nice harry june, what would you like ?

- A lemonade please.

- and for me it will be a coca. - the guy who was hip trusting the air earlier said.

- Okay guys thanks.

And I walked away like I hadn't a bunch of others clients waiting behind me.

I went back to the kitchen with my notes plus my heart beating like I just talked to a celebrity.

- Tell us. - Ben said his arms crossed against the wall.

- Tell you what ?

- You litteraly handed him your phone I dont think he asked for Ben's feet pictures ! - Taylor said dead serious.

- Hows that you have my feet in photos ? - Ben asked concerned.

- Calm down I didnt show him your fucking feet but my number !!

They both went silent for a second.

- He asked for your number ?? - They said in synch.

- Yes he did can you guys stop screaming for christ's sake ??

- Which one ? The cutie boy ???

- Yes Harry June.

- His name is Harry June ? - Ben said while gasping in a gay way.

- I swear to god shut it down or I punch you.

- No way youre on your period-

- Ben !!! - Taylor and I shouted to him.

- Poor boy he must have been so scared asking you your number Im dying.

I stared at Ben feeling annoyed and just gave them the orders making my way to the others clients.

When I was taking some orders I could sense his stare on me, Im not complaining tho but I just couldnt focus.

/ H-J 's pov /

- Im so proud of you my baby ! - Dongil said while hugging me like I was a child.

- Urgh dont do that in public please ! - I said feeling embarrassed.

- My dear you better get into pda when she will be yours or she wont do anything with you. - Heechan affirmed with no guidance.

- Are you being serious right now ? Stop talking about this its weird. - I begged fearing that she could hear us.

- Lets leave him alone poor boy. - Changmin suggested.

I sighed and looked away to meet y/n in front of me with our drinks.

- Heres yours Harry June - She said nicely while giving me my lemonade.

- thank you - I replied with a small smile in the corner of my lips.

- Your coca.

She gave us our drinks and was about to leave but of course my stupid friend had to open his fucking mouth to speak.

- Y/n are you free after work ? Harry would love to get to know you.

I want to slap him.

- Oh Im done in 2 hours wont it be long for you to wait ? - she asked looking at me concerned.

- I- No no problem i will wait for you outside - I offered her my smile.

- So kind from you Harry, enjoy your drinks guys. - She said before leaving.

- Youre dea-

- Youre welcome - Heechan cut me off.

- Im not a kid I could have asked her out and not have you doing it for me. - I said angrily.

- you have a date so stop being a dick and give me a hug.

- Never. - I replied crossing my arms feeling betrayed.

/ Your pov /

I was so excited to see the cutie boy that I litteraly mistaken some orders which made my boss furious but its okay my friends protected me. Thats when I realize they can actually be usefull lol.

So when all the clients were gone I put myself into more comfortable clothes.

- Enjoy pretty. - Taylor said winking at me before grabbing her bag ready to leave too.

- I.. I will taylor go home safe. - I said in a sigh not really knowing what to say.

Ben was allready gone for a moment. Well lets go I told myself.

I took my bag and closed the bar behind me.

- Oh you're here. - A male voice said coming from my back.

I turned around facing Harry June.

- Yeah ahah, Im here. - I put the bar's keys in my pocket and returned my attention to him - You know you didnt have to wait for me I know your friend said that but really we can do that another day if y-

- No no dont say thay its completly fine ! - He cut me out while using his hands. - My friend can be a little invasive but he was right and I dont have anything to do so..

I nodded feeling relieved that the boy didnt feel obliged to wait for a girl he didnt even know.

- Thank you very much. My clients actually left sooner than usual so Im all yours ahah. - I said with a laugh.

He laughed too and not gonna lie he has the prettiest smile and laugh ever. He was wearing a large tee shirt with some grey jogging. He seemed to be comfortable in it, that made me want to snuggle myself into it.

- So.. what do you wanna talk about ?

I stopped to space out for a second and looked at him like a normal girl.

- Tell me more about you. I actually see you coming to my bar with your friends every week but I just got your name today ahah.

- Yeah we really enjoy coming to your bar. Its cozy and we have a good time when were there.

- Ooh I'm glad to know this ! You know when me and my friends see you laughing out loud with your group we actually wanna know what you are talking about.

He laughed. I.MADE.HIM.LAUGH

- Oh my god I hope we dont do that much noise.

We walked side by side without really knowing where we were going but I felt actually good. For a guy that seemed shy at first sight hes actualy really easy going with me.

- So where are you from Harry ?

- Im Korean. Both my parents are korean too. Youre a foreigner right ?

- Yes I am. Korean is such a struggle for me urgh. Your english is amazing harry by the way !

- Oh thanks Im studying this really hard since a lot of foreign people come in Korea.

I nodded actually amazed by his talent.

- Youre not that bad either ya'know your Korean is actually pretty good.

I smiled hapily like a little girl but mostly cauz I actually received a compliment from him.

- Oh thanks Youre the first one saying me this ahah.

- Dont underestimate yourself like that. And maybe I could help you out with your Korean I mean if youre okay with it.

- Yes sure that will be so nice !

A few hours went like that and when I noticed the time on my phone I actually gasped.

- Oh my its 8: pm I need to go harry Im so sorry to leave you like that I didnt expect us to talk that long !

- yeah youre right I actually have to go too its okay.

- I really had a good time knowing you Harry

- Me too y/n come home safely

- You too harry bye.

He waved at me and thats how we left each other.

That night I couldnt sleep. I told Taylor and Ben everything about harry june, about how he was so sweet and kind with me, how interesting he seemed to be and they look to like him back.

I was dreaming eyes open when I received a text from Harry.

00:25 am : Youre sleeping ?

I laughed feeling amused by his question.

00:27 am : No I can't :(( Seems like you either ?

00:28 am : Yea :// A friend of mine is sleeping next to me and hes growling like a pig help *_* And what about you ?

00:29 am : Lmaooo Can't really help you sorry 😭 Same for me.. Well Im alone tho but cant close an eye.

00:30 am : Is it cauz you cant wait to meet me again ? 🤭

I actually didn't know what to answer and I didn't plan to give him a reply maybe tomorow.. but his answer interested me even more I just couldnt sleep without making a move from my side.

00:33 am : Mhhh.. Maybe ? 🤷‍♀️

00:36 am : XD anyways now Im not in front of you plus not my friends being dicks I have to admit youre really pretty :)) idk if I seemed shy lol but its just Im not used to y'know approach girls like that so..

I wanted to scream. He said Im pretty. The cutie boy harry june said I was pretty. I was jumping in my bed like a groopie but he texted a few seconds after again.

00:38 am : Ive never been into a relationship, so before running lets walk first y'know 👉

00:39 am : YES YES 50TH SHADE DEGRES REFERENCE 🙌 WAIT how old are you harry ? Arent you too young for this ?

00:40 am : Im 21 yo. C mon I just got lost on netflix.. 🤫

00:41 am : Yeah yeah.. 🤨 anyways thanks youre very cute too and handsome lol.

I embarrassed myself for saying this and actually have no shame so I put my phone on my nightstand and tried to sleep but with no results.

I had my day off today and man Im gonna enjoy it. Thats when I took my phone that realisation hit me. I got 2 messages from him.. Men Im scared. I opened them with shaking hands.

00:42 am : Oh thank you thats the 1st time a girl finds me cute and handsome 😊

00:45 am : I really appreciated this evening with you y/n. I hope we could meet again real soon ?

1:00 am : Good night I guess 🌃🌙

My heart was melting inside my breast. Hes so sweet. Hes like a teddy bear you wanna hug when youre not feeling safe. I didnt waste one second and answered him immediatly.

10:00 am : Oh my ! Sorry June I felt asleep so abruptly ! I really did too and I would looovveee to see you again as well ;))

I felt so stupid leaving him with no response til 1 am. But I couldnt hide the smile appearing on my face.

I took my breakfast in front of a serie I loved and was just chilling in my sofa and then i received a notification.

10:13 am : Its okay y/n ! At least you fell asleep ahah. I look like a zombie 😫 What about tonight ? I would like to show you a place I love.

Tonight ? Well I have nothing to do but idk it seems off..

10:15 am : Why not :)) What time ?

10:16 am : Hm lets say 9 pm ? We could grab an ice cream just next to it !

Ice cream okay im coming.

10:17 am : Okay perfect !

He gave me a place to find him and then I did the dishes.

The moment arrived I put myself in a floral dress I bought a while ago and finally found the occasion to wear it. I came to the previous place and foud him sat on a bench looking hella good.

- Hi ! - I greeted him.

- Oh y/n h- he paused for a moment looking at me. - Wow youre beautiful. - He said touching his neck.

- Oh thank you Harry youre amazing too !

We didnt know how to greet ourselves at first it was awkward lol. But he took a step forward me and opened his arms. I did the same and we ended up in each other's arms. I wanted to cry. It was just like him ; sweet and warm.

- I missed you. - He whispered next to my ear. We separated from each other and it felt empty.

- I missed you too harry. So.. show me that famous place you wanna take me to !

- Ah yes let's go ! - He said in a cute way I wanted to eat him.

We walked for around 20 hours while talking and I could feel his hand touching mine's at some moments.

Then we arrived at a quiet and peacefull place .

- Here we are.

- Wow it looks great I've never been here before !

The landscape was just magic. There was a small lake in front of us and some benches to admire it.

- Let's have a seat.

- Sure. - I continued.

We sat next to each other and just like that we stared at the lake without a sound.

- Can I ask you a question ? - Harry broke the silence turning his head facing me.

- Of course Harry.

- Are you single ? - It was so out of nowhere.

- A-Yes I am. What about you ?

- I am too.

- Well.. great I mean-

- I like you Y/N - He said in one breath.

- I- I like you too Harry

- I mean no.. I love you. I know we don't know each other that much but I don't know I.. didnt stop thinking about since we spoke to each other and.. every time I come to your bar my eyes are always on you..

- Woah harry I.. I lost my words.. I honestly feel the same way..

- Really ?

- Yeah.. You know.. let's give each other times to you know.. be sure about our feelings and.. then we could enjoy it completly ?

Harry nodded.

- Yeah let's do that.

We both smiled feeling relieved like we couldn't hold those secrets in anymore.

- Can I.. kiss you ?

I looked at him smiling. Yes ofc I wanted. HARRY FUCK KISS ME

- Yes please.

He laughed and didn't waste a second to catch my lips in a short and sweet kiss. We pulled from each other.

- Thanks. - He said like I gave him a gift.

- What are you thankful for ? - I asked feeling so soft for him.

- I just kissed a pretty girl and she loves me too.

- Harry youre so cute I swear come here .

I hugged him tightly and he did the same.

Some weeks passed and Harry and I hung out a lot. We went to different dates. He took me to the pool with some of his friends. I met Teo who's such a sweetheart, Yuku a Sunshine he's ma fav, Junseo who first gave me killer vibes ended up being the complete opposite, he's a big teddy bear but he still scares me since he's like 500 times bigger than me. Then there's Heechan who is really funny but Jesus's christ he's so perverted. Like we can talk about food and heechan is in the back talking about pussy.

Anyways theyre all very kind with me. They keep reminding harry that he's lucky to have me lol. When we're all together, Dongil, aka Harry June's father, says " Protect yourself my son I dont wanna take care of another child " so we both end up cringing from embarrassment.

We're currently at Harry's place with some of his friends ; Seongmin, Dongil and Changmin. I was on Harry's laps, his hands around my waist and we were just chilling on his sofa while talking.

- Im sleepy guys Imma go to bed. - Dongil said while whining.

- Good night. - Harry and I said in synch.

Dongil left the salon. Seongmin was sleeping on the floor and Changmin was still sober next to us.

- You look so cute together- Changmin said letting out a small laugh.

- I know - Harry said in a provocative tone.

- Why won't you stay tonight y/n ? - Changmin asked looking at me.

- Oh I didnt plain to tho and I dont wanna bother you.

- Harry will give you his bed. Right harry ?

- Yes sure. You wont bother anyone babe.

- Youre sure ? - I asked concerned.

- Of course y/n ! Stay with me tonight. Please.. - He almost begged me.

- Well, kids do whatever you want just dont be loud in the bedrooms please. - Changmin stood up and whined before going into the same room's Dongil went in earlier, leaving Harry and I alone.

- So you stay..? - He demanded poutting with his lips.

- Where are you gonna sleep harry ?

- On the sofa Im okay its pretty cozy he-

- Cant you sleep in your bed, with me..? - I put my hand on his not wanting to be alone in his dark room.

- Oh is it okay with you ? I dont wanna make you uncomf- I took his head in my hands and locked our lips in an eager kiss. I moved mines in a slow pace and I felt a wet texture. His tongue asked access for my mouth which I accepted.

- Lets go to my rooom. - He interrupted us, standing up from the couch locking his hands with mine. We made our way to his room trying our best to stay silent.

I made myself comfortable on his bed.

- Oh you might want some clothes for the night, dont you ? - Harry asked looking out for some pants and tee-shirts in his closet.

- Well I wont mind Harry.

- Have this then. - He handed me his clothes and he just stared at me for what felt like an eternity.

- Are you just gonna watch me stripping out of my clothes ?

- Oh my god yes sure sorry my bad ! - He excuses himself and turned around, his back facing me. Feeling suddenly in a teasing mood I threw my shirt on him after had removing it from me.

- Uh y/n ? - He said in a suprised tone. He could hear me laughing behind him and then I placed my hands on his shoulders.

- y/n ? - He turned around and found me topless, just some inches away from his face. He looked at me and tried to say something but nothing came out of his mouth.

- Youre okay Harry ? - I whispered. He didnt say a word but instead put his lips on mines. My arms found his neck while his found their place around my waist.

- I dont wanna rush things..- Harry confessed into my ear.

- Its okay me neither.. - I melted into his embrace and started to lose myself into his scent. He put me on his bed, then grabbed his shirt to out it on me. His moves were so gentle. He soon joined me in his bed and turned the lights off.

Ive never felt so comfortable in someone's arms. Harry made me feel like I was a crystal, his diamond.

- I love you - He said before kissing my cheek and with that we bith fell asleep in each other's arms.

Its the end guyss Im kinda disapointed with the ending but guys be prepared for a fanfic with a kdrama character im not telling anything yet hihi 🤫 but anyways this one was cute I guess also english is not my language so tell me if I made any mistakes ://

[206024]

no more short form content. i censor myself constantly not just in my online spaces but in my private journals and notekeeping. it's all about making yourself small, which you are taught to do when raised as a woman. it's unseasonably warm, unseasonably cheerful, and unseasonably optimistic out there. the lack of subzero temperatures is concerning, some kind of warning sign. this is one of the first january experiences of my life in which i am not shaking constantly over icy parking garages and walkways. i keep thinking about summer and how it won't feel real when the trees start to look green again because they never really froze over in the first place. of course i am waiting for all of this to blow over, into a later, typical winter, but it's difficult to believe that such a thing will happen. tonight i was craving a burger and a milkshake - the type of dinner i haven't really had since i was 18. the last time i willingly got a burger i was coming home from my first semester of college and my dad had picked me up from the airport. it was snowy, then, icy, all of those usual things. i could only afford a redeye flight, the only thing open was a mcdonalds. we bought burgers and fries and maybe a few cokes. the total was $28 and that's when i knew that maybe things were starting to change in a really bad way. it's wild to think about how i went from eating anything i could get my hands on, just to be sure i was actually eating enough, to being so picky and particular about my food that i had to convince myself that eating a regular burger with a little bit of ice cream wasn't going to give me diabetes or cancer. 5 years shapes a lot. i miss slipping, and the person i thought my dad was back then, and feeling like i was still young enough to make mistakes. i miss eating just because i was hungry.

[the-hatchetfield-archives]

I'm not gonna give my name up and I'm not even sure if this will help me sleep at night but giving a statement might be good for me, I guess? So, every year Hatchetfield has this event called The Honey Festival. It's exactly what it sounds like. Honey everywhere. There's even a pageant but that's not important. I went with some friends because our favorite up and coming band was set to play there. I'd been really excited to see them the whole day, even sitting through all the other acts I didn't care about. The band set up on stage and is warming up when this woman storms onto stage. This is the part where I would describe what she looked like, what she sounded like and what she was doing but... I don't remember. I don't remember anything more than that. And then, a second later, the speakers rang out the last notes of a song. The band had just lowered their instruments, blinking as if they woke up from a dream. As I looked around at everyone else, I realised they were doing it too. Obviously, there had been one hell of a performance because the entire audience was clapping but quickly stopped as we realised none of us knew what we'd just watched. The woman had vanished. No one knew where she went. Hell, I don't even know if she was real since she wasn't anyone I can remember being in town. In case you hadn't noticed, we're a pretty small town so everyone knows everyone, right down to their family tree. Whoever she was, the woman didn't turn up again except for in our words. Rumours say she used to own the abandoned diner at the edge of town, the one by the mall. I can't remember if it was ever open but every time I look at the place, a sickly sweet taste hits the back of my throat like a cream pie or a milkshake with extra whipped cream. I started looking into the diner in the hopes I'd get some answers about who the hell that lady was or what the hell happened at the Festival that made us blackout. I've emptied out the library's resources but it's just the plans from when the diner used to be something else. No records at town hall showed anything recent either. Honestly, it was like the whole thing had been wiped or erased somehow. I'm... not proud of this next part but it's important. I broke into the diner a few times. The first time, it was because I wondered if the woman left anything behind that could help me indentify her yet all I could find was a smashed up jukebox and vintage collectibles. The kind of shit people would sell kidneys to get too so seeing them abandoned to darkness and dust freaked me out. When I went in again, I actually started to take it all in. Somehow, the whole place looked exactly how the TV and movies made diners look. That timeless look where everything would glow under neon lights and the booths were cozy. Even though it freaked me out, I kept going back. Don't get me wrong. I wasn't obsessed with the place or anything. I just wanted answers. As you can guess, I found jackshit. What I did get was Grace Chasity ratting me out and two months of community service. The worst thing is that the school is making me talk to the new councilor. My friends haven't really talked to me since. Probably because they're worried about how everyone else will look at them, knowing I'm still waiting for a sign that the woman was real

Oh, the diner? We've actually been looking into it already. Heard a few whispers of strange happenings near there through the grapevine.

Haven't actually gotten around to, yknow, breaking in, of course. I mean, we don't even WANT to do that, obviously, our investigations definitely aren't worth it.

Thank you for your time, I suppose.

[reina-yomama3]

Haechan ff Not the same

Summary-Your husband loves you and you love him but he’s hiding something and your determined to find out Rahan:Mommy I don’t wanna wear this You:Girllll if you don’t put on that damn shirt we gonna have problems Haechan:How many times do I have to tell you not to talk to our baby like that Rahan:Yeah! Haechan:Your daddy’s baby right? Rahan:Yesssss You:Where’s your sister? Harin:Mommy you're always forgetting about me You:Nooooo Haechan:I’ll drop them off today You:You're the best “You said while giving him a kiss on the lips” You:I love all of you mwah!. You:Girl I’m telling you these kids have no manners Rose:I know everyday I feel like quitting You:How are things going with you and jennie? Rose:Great, I met her parents over the weekend and I think they loved me You:You're so nice and pretty like why wouldn’t they like you Rose:What about you and haechan? You:Great actually I never thought I would be into married life but haechan makes it really easy and I love him for that Rose:Awwww You:Oh shut up. “Haechan’s Pov”. “I went straight up to my office and sat down” Johnny:You’re very late Haechan:Reminder this is my company and I got 2 kids and your late everyday so what’s your excuse Johnny:Anyways there’s a girl in the lobby looking for you I think she said her name was Somi “My eyes went wide” Haechan:What? Johnny:Yeah should I send her up? Haechan:Yeah and please make it fast. Haechan:What’s your problem? Somi:What do you mean didn’t you miss me? Haechan:I barely know you Somi:That didn’t stop you from having sex with me though Haechan:Look it was a mistake I’m married to my wife who I love and we have 2 beautiful twin girls I hope you find love someday but it won’t be with me so I need you to go Somi:Don’t be like that Haechan:Do I need to call security? Somi:Fine, I'll go for now. “Your Pov''. “You got home early from work and decided to do some laundry” You:I swear this man is messier than his own god damn kids “You went through the laundry basket when you came across his white work shirt it was wrinkled and had red lipstick stains on it which was weird cause you only wear lip gloss but you tried not to think anything of it”. Hanrin:Mommy daddy got us Mc’ Donalds’s You:Oh did he now “You said while raising your eyebrow'' Rahan:Yeah he let me get a milkshake Haechan:You guys weren’t supposed to tell Rahan&Hanrin:Oops You:Go get ready for bed “They sprinted up stairs'' You:Mc’Donald’s really? Haechan:What they begged me You:Go tuck the girls in then meet me in the shower Haechan:Can’t I just go now You:No!. Haechan:Then they all lived happily ever after in their home bus Rahan&Hanrin:Goodnight daddy Haechan:Goodnight my baby’s. “He stripped off his clothes and joined you in the shower” Haechan:You're so pretty You:Cut it out Haechan:I can’t compliment my wife? You:Lemme ask you a question Haechan:Hmmm? You:If there was something you were hiding you would tell me right? Haechan:Of course why? “He said while kissing down your body” You:Just asking Haechan:Well ask later not right now “He placed a kiss on your cl*t making you moan” You:Hello our kids are sleeping in case you forgot I guess you just gotta keep quiet You:Shit. “The next morning” You:Haechan I know damn well your not hard at 9:00 in the morning Haechan:I can’t help it you're just too sexy “He flipped you over and gropped your breast” You:Boy was last night not enough for you Haechan:I can never get enough of you “Before you could even process he slipped inside you” You:Sh*t hyuck “He loved when you called him that” Haechan:It’s never too early to fu*k this pretty pu**y You:Oh god that feels good Haechan:Do you want me to make you c*m You:Yes hyuck please “You were so close and just when you were about to c*m your bedroom door busted open” Hanrin:Mommy daddy get up it’s breakfast time! “She said before running to the kitchen” You:You gotta be kidding “He smiled and slapped your pu**y making you jolt” Haechan:Maybe later. Rahan:Mommy don’t forget you have to take us to our playdate You:Daddy’s gonna be home today he’ll do it Hanrin:Whyyyy Haechan:Hey what’s wrong with daddy taking you Rahan:Nothing mommy just usually takes us You:Well mommy’s very busy today so daddy’s gonna do it. Rahan:Daddy come look mommy looks soooo nice Haechan:Too nice Hanrin:Stop being mean daddy she looks so pretty You:Thank you girls, so make sure you pick up the girls before 9:00 I left a list on what snacks to bring to their playdate… Haechan:I know what I’m doing You:Oh really? Haechan:Yessss You:Alright if you say so, love you guys later. Nayeon:Ever since we all had kids we’ve had no time to hang out Rose:I swear I don’t remember the last time I had alcohol Soyeon:My neither You:Amateurs. “7:00 P.m” Haechan:I can’t believe she got me cleaning this bathroom ???:Your home is so beautiful Haechan:You’ve got to be kidding me were you following me Somi:Maybe Haechan:Your crazy Somi:What we had was special can’t you see that? Haechan:What we had was a one time thing. “Flashback” You:You're always at work. When's the last time you took your girls to school or even spent some time with me?! Haechan:I have a job to do. I gotta focus on it! You:You know what since your job is so important, stay here don’t even bother coming home “And with that you slammed his office door. After that he went to a bar to get rid of his frustrations” Haechan:Can I get another whiskey? ???:Hi there, handsome Haechan:Hello ???:I’m Somi Haechan:Haechan Somi:You wanna go have some fun. “The next morning.” “I woke up next to the girl I met at the bar last night. She was naked and so was I” Somi:Good morning handsome Haechan:Shit shit I gotta go Somi:what? Haechan:Sorry this was a mistake I’m married Somi:If you loved your wife so much you wouldn’t have had sex with me Haechan:Your wrong I love my wife a lot goodbye “End of flashback” “Your pov” “You walked into the house going straight to your bedroom” You:What the fu*k Somi:So this is wifey You:I knew it I fu*king knew it Haechan:I swear it’s not what it looks like You:Oh really so you're not cheating on me with this thot Somi:Excuse me? You:Bit*h you heard me Haechan:Reina I swear You:I’m done I don’t know what Imma tell the girls but I’ll figure something out “With that you walked out the house” Haechan:Shit! Somi:That went better than expected Haechan:Get the fuck outt of my house before I call the cops Somi:Fine. Rose:How could he do that to do You:Girl I don’t but I need to figure out what to tell the girls when they ask me why we're staying with auntie Rose Rose:Take your time. You:So girls me and daddy had a little fight and we need space. We're gonna stay with auntie Rose for a while Rahan:Is it gonna be forever You:Of course not me and daddy just need to clear our heads ok Rahan&Hanrin:Ok. “2 weeks later” You:Haechan stop calling me Haechan:Are you and the girls okay You:Were fine Hanrin:Is that daddy?! Rahan:Hi daddy! Haechan:Hi my baby’s I miss you Hanrin:We miss you too You:Ok that’s enough I gotta go. You:I’ll be back i’m gonna go back to the house to get more clothes for the girls

[princesscatalina99]

This will be most likely on instagram but I haven’t fully decided yet.

Small Introduction

Hey there. This isn’t my first roleplay, but it’s my first time doing it on this platform. I’m not sure if I’m using twitter or instagram. I’m leaning towards insta but I may get more people on twitter.. I really hope you guys like this group and we can all have some fun!

Plot

It’s basically what happens in season 3. I put a small synopsis in case you forgot. I may just watch it on Netflix to try and remember everything.

Season 3 took place primarily during Archie, Veronica, Betty, and Jughead's Junior year of high school. Between gang wars, cult rituals, and musical rehearsals, they actually went to prom and took the SATs.

Here’s my character’s backstory. Catalina Andrews doesn’t remember much from her younger years in Riverdale but she remembers more than her mother claims to have. She was a year younger than her brother and he was her favorite person in the world. She remembers the last Christmas they spent together. The Andrews went to the zoo and she saw a red panda and every time they went to see Santa, she begged him for a red panda. And even though it wasn’t a real one, she got a stuffed one that she named Jasper. She remembered going to Pop’s and she got a chocolate milkshake and tried to steal Archie’s French fries.

Well.. all that changed when her mother Mary, for whatever reason, decided to take her away from Archie when she was only 4 years old. Catalina cried as she was torn away from her favorite person in the world. She and Mary moved to Chicago.

While she lived there, she had quite a gloomy life. She hoped every day that she could escape and run back to Riverdale to find her brother. Her mother told her that he would never remember her anymore and he wouldn’t welcome her back. When she was just about to turn 15, she snuck out and ran out. She took her sketchbook, a few snacks and Jasper in her bag and ran out. She has finally arrived in Riverdale after 11 years and no matter what the differences are, she just wants to be with her favorite big brother in all the world. She just hopes her mother wasn’t right and be rejected from her own brother and father.

Rules

1. Please know the show, characters and season before you choose the characters

2. This includes a little bit of sex so please make sure you’re 18+! If you’ve seen riverdale you should probably know that already.

3. I would prefer if my character was the only oc. I don’t want people to take ocs and no canons. So I’d say please choose canons before ocs.

4. Please try to be literate. I would like people to do 3+ lines. Please only speak English and use no *..* when roleplaying and use full sentences.

5. Lgbtqia+ ships are allowed. Please no homophonic slurs or you will be removed.

6. You can play as many characters as you can control.

7. Please try and stay as active as possible.

8. Please stick to the ships I have put down below. You may make new ones if you’d like to.

9. If you would like a course on how to roleplay, just message me and I help.

10. Have fun!

Roles (in alphabetical order)

Alice Smith: Open

Archie Andrews: Open

Betty Cooper: Open

Black Hood: Open

Catalina Andrews: Taken by me

Charles Smith: Open

Cheryl Blossom: Open

Chic “Cooper”: Open

Claudius Blossom: Open

Clifford Blossom: Open

Edgar Evernever: Open

Ethel Muggs: Open

Evelyn Evernever: Open

Fred Andrews: Open

FP Jones: Open

Gargoyle King: Open

Gladys Jones: Open

Hermione Lodge: Open

Hiram Lodge: Open

Jellybean Jones: Open

Joaquin Desantos: Open

Josie McCoy: Open

Jughead Jones: Open

Kevin Keller: Open

Mary Andrews: Open

Moose Mason: Open

Penelope Blossom: Open

Reggie Mantle: Open

Sweet Pea: Open

Toni Topaz: Open

Veronica Lodge: Open

Ships

Betty Cooper and Jughead Jones

Veronica Lodge and Archie Andrews

Cheryl Blossom and Toni Topaz

Kevin Keller and Moose Mason

Mary Andrews and Fred Andrews

Hiram Lodge and Hermione Lodge

Thanks for reading everything! I really hope you have taken the time to read everything through. I hope I’ll see you all here! Please comment below what character(s) you would like to play.

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

046 of 2024

Survey Inspired by Natural Disasters 🌪️🌋🌀

by emflowers

🌀 Hurricane 🌀

Are there hurricanes where you live? 🌀

Yes, but pretty rarely.

Have you ever had to evacuate because of a hurricane?

No, thankfully.

Do you have any family living in a place that gets hurricanes?

Yeah, my parents.

Where do you live?

West Flanders, Belgium.

Have you ever been friends with a Katrina?

No, but does Katrien count? If so, then yes.

When was the last time you used a spiral-bound notebook, and what did you use it for?

Yesterday, to make a to-do list.

Do you feel like you are always in a hurry?

Yeah. Work, house, time goes fast.

Do you feel like your life is spiraling out of control?

Sometimes. But doesn't everyone feel like this at times?

If you are going through a hard time right now, what is one thing you do to cope?

Visiting my hometown.

What advice would you give to a friend if they told you their life was spiraling out of control?

I'd just be there for them.

🌋 Volcano 🌋

Have you ever climbed an active volcano? 🌋

No, I haven't climbed any volcano to be precise.

Are there any volcanos near where you live?

No. The nearest one is in Iceland, if I'm not wrong.

When was the last time you played, "The floor is lava!"

Never played it lol.

Think of five different Ashleys you've been friends with, and then list one adjective to describe each of them.

Wut, I've never been friends with any Ashley. I don't even know anyone with this name.

List three things you like that are hot.

Soup, hot chocolate and my cat lying on my back.

Do you prefer to eat cold food or hot food?

I don't like steaming hot, so I'd say warm.

Do you prefer cold drinks or hot drinks?

Depends on the season. Hot in winter, cold in summer.

Has anyone ever accused you of posting an angry status on Facebook, when you weren't angry at all when you posted it?

I don't have Facebook.

Where was the last place you hiked?

Probably a Polish forest, years ago.

Do you enjoy hiking? Why or why not?

I used to when I was younger.

🌪️ Tornado 🌪️

Do you live in a place that gets tornadoes?

No, I don't.

Have you ever taken shelter in a basement during a tornado warning?

N/A.

Has your home ever experienced any destruction from a tornado?

N/A.

Have you ever lived in a basement?

No, I haven't.

Does the current home you live in have a basement?

No, it doesn't. We don't even have a cellar.

When was the last time you spun around in circles as fast as you could just to make yourself dizzy? 😵‍💫

Probably when I was a child.

Did you enjoy spinning tops as a kid?

Well, I enjoyed spinning things, that's about it.

Do you wish time went by faster or slower?

Sometimes faster, sometimes slower. Like everyone, I guess.

How often do you vacuum?

Once a week.

Have you ever heard wind so loud it sounded like a train? 🚂

Yeah, many times. I actually like this sound at night, it's very calming.

Have you ever ridden on a train? (If so, where did you go?) 🚆

Oh my, ask such a question to the son of national railways worker. I've been using trains since I was little, and probably took a train more than 10.000 times in my life, no kidding. I had some routes in Poland, Germany, the Netherlands, France and almost the whole Flanders.

🌎 Earthquake 🫨

Have you ever been in an earthquake?

Yes, but it was relatively light.

Do you live in an area that gets earthquakes?

No, we had about two in the recent 30 years, so I wouldn't say so.

When was the last time you dug a whole in the ground, and why were you digging it?

Probably as a kid in our garden.

Do you prefer handshakes or hugs?

Depends on a person. Hugs are for friends.

What was the last thing you shook?

A deodorant spray lol. It has a nice peach scent.

Do you shake presents before opening them? 🎁

No, I don't.

List three things (if applicable) that you keep up high on a shelf.

Boxes with magazines, some books, and some binders.

What was the last thing you dropped?

A plastic cup. Thankfully plastic.

What is your favorite flavor of milkshake?

Strawberry.

Have you ever had a dream where you were falling?

Didn't almost everyone at some point in their life? I had them more than once, either falling or stumbling upon something.

🌊 Tsunami 🌊

Do you remember hearing about the tsunami in Japan on the news years ago? 🇯🇵

Yeah, probably more than once.

What are three of your favorite things to do in the water?

Walking on the sea.

Who was the last person you waved at? 👋

Probably Jeanmarie, but then he came to me and gave me a hug.

Have you ever jumped waves in the ocean? 🌊

Yeah, many times. I was born and raised at the sea.

What do you think of the name Ocean? Do you like it?

What? I don't get that American custom of naming kids after random objects.

Do you like the name Ocean better for a boy or a girl?

It's not even a name, period.

Have you ever had a terrifying experience in which you almost drowned?

No, thankfully not.

List three of the first things you think of when you hear the word "ocean" (besides what has already been mentioned).

Beach, sand, sunsets.

Is there a silent letter in your name, and if so, what is it?

No, but there's a *double letter* that only Dutch-speakers will get, I think.

Do you drink enough water every day? 💦

I hate water. I always drink other fluids.

[qalma-e-azadi]

dude dude DUDE.