#anyone wanna see my dumb ocs?

[completelyalien]

I love trolls so much. Here are some (rough) sketches of John Dory being a good big brother. Excuse the coloring, I got lazy.

[shiocreator]

Redrew this expression from The Amazing Digital Circus except i used my oc

Dear lord pomni has all the expressions i wish i could draw scarlette with......... also became a recent voiceclaim.....

[joonberriess]

⊹₊ ⋆ “that dick make my soul smile,”

TAGS — creampie, fingering, slight degradation, dirty talk (LOTS), jk’s a sleazy mess at first, oc is done, mamas is stressed out, rough sex, jk rocks her shit 💀, some praise here n there, jk’s affectionate tonight, sex tapes r mentioned again, shower sex(?) not rlly, possessive!jk, breeding kink, never ending saga of jk saying “mama” or “ma”

WORD COUNT — 2.6 k

“Trash, trash, trash,” you mumble to yourself while you sort out the mail in your hands, “oh definitely trash.” You sigh and shake your head. You’re knocked out of your thoughts when you feel a pair of arms wrap around your middle and pull you back, “What the hell–” You hiss in surprise.

“Hey mama.” Jungkook’s stupid voice comes from behind, you already know he’s sporting a stupid grin on his fucking face. You shove his arms off and turn around to look at him with an annoyed glare, “Oh c’mon don’t be like that, aren’t you happy to see me? You weren’t mad at me like this yesterday when you had my head between your–” You quickly reach up to cover his mouth and look around the empty hall.

“Are you insane? There’s people around, Jesus, you don’t have any shame do you?” You side eye him, “First off,” you shake your head, “what are you doing here? I didn’t text you and Jiho didn’t ask, so why are you here?” You give him a look, “And if you’re looking for Jiho you’d know he’s on a camping trip with his cousins.”

Jungkook raises his hands in surrender, “Can’t a man come see his baby mama anymore? Shit you suck the fun out of trying to surprise you baby,” he shakes his head but you know, Jeon Jungkook isn’t fooling anyone and certainly not you.

“You forgot, didn't you.” You scoff, “Of course you did, what else did I expect? This camping trip is all Jiho talked about last week and yet you still manage to forget that because you’re thinking with your other head.” You roll your eyes and turn to unlock the front door, “Sometimes I wonder what Jiho even fucking sees in you, you’re a deadbeat Jungkook, a deadbeat.”

Jungkook chuckles, “To be fair my other head is the reason you get a good night’s sleep.” He says with a smirk on his lips as he stands there admiring the way your ass looks in that tight pencil skirt you’re wearing. You turn around to shoot him a glare but say nothing else and simply step into your apartment. Jungkook leans against the doorframe with both arms raised, “So, you gonna let me in sweetheart?” He licks his lips, poking his tongue out to push at his lip ring.

You look into his eyes and then down at his lips, “Well?” You shrug your coat and slip your heels off, “You gonna stand there all night or what?” He chuckles quietly and slips into your apartment, shutting the door behind him.

“This is new.” Jungkook comments, “Don’t remember you ever smoking.” He inspects the ashtray with a noncommittal hum.

“It’s not just for me.” You say uncharacteristically calm, “I bought it for you, figured you needed one since you love leaving a mess on my patio.” You don’t miss the way he smiles fondly at you, “Don’t get too excited dipshit, I smoke too, don't forget that.” You scoff and disappear down the hall.

Jungkook whistles under his breath and follows after you, “I didn’t say anything ma,” he kicks your bedroom door closed and settles himself over your bed, “what’s up with you? You’re not being your usual angry self.” He watches you go around your room putting things away and picking out your clothes.

“I’m tired Jungkook, I had two meetings back to back and all I wanna do is come home to shower and sleep. Can’t do that because you decided to come bother me at this fuckin’ hour.” You mumble and then throw a pair of panties at him full speed, “Don’t think I didn’t see the shit you posted either, you’re not funny.”

Jungkook throws his head back with a laugh, “Really? Cause I thought it was hilarious, I think it perfectly describes us.” He cheekily grins at you with that dumb lovestruck look of his.

You stop to give him an exasperated look, “Jungkook,” sigh, “telling people you’re always fucking your baby mama regardless is not funny, neither is saying ‘I fuck her when she mad at me.’ You’re a child.” You shake your head. You throw more clothes onto the bed and grab your robe and towel, “Don’t make a mess in my house Jungkook, I’m not in the mood tonight.”

Jungkook watches you with a pleased smile, “I won’t.” He reaches for your tv remote, “I’ll be rightttt here, sitting like a good boy for you ma.” He winks, “You just go ‘head and shower.” You eyed him suspiciously for a few seconds, he kept smiling goofily so you ended up walking away with no words.

You know he was up to something with the way he kept smiling so stupid. You grumble under your breath and hope he just doesn’t cause you to have a fucking aneurysm or something. You swear this man was going to send you to an early grave at this point.

Everything sounded pretty quiet out there, you heard Jungkook get up at some point but you figured he was going to smoke or get something. He even left the TV on, which you were grateful for because you didn’t do too well with silence. “What are you doing..” You mutter with closed eyes, just enjoying the hot water running down your exhausted body.

You were in the middle of reaching for your loofah when you heard the glass door open and Jungkook step in after you. “Pass me that bottle over there.” You softly hum.

Jungkook whistles softly and tugs you back into him, “Relax baby, let me do all the work.” He says in your ear, “I got you..” He gently pries the loofah out of your hands, “Worked so hard this entire week, baby deserves to rest.” He squirts some of your body wash onto the loofah. You don’t correct him because that’s true, hell you deserved this princess treatment for putting up with his ass too.

He gently ran his hand over your body, lathering your body up in the soap suds leaving you smelling like strawberries. He doesn’t try any funny business surprisingly, when he finishes he puts his hands on your shoulders and begins massaging gently. A quiet moan escapes your lips as relief rushes through you, “Damn you’re stiff as shit here.” Jungkook comments.

You lean your head back on his chest with a closed eye smile, “You’re finally being useful for once.” You chuckle.

“What are you talking about? I fuck you plenty baby, far as I know this dick makes you fall asleep faster than the fucking melatonin you take.” He laughs, making you laugh a little too. Jungkook lets your shoulders go and wraps his arms around your waist, tugging you backwards so your back is to his front. “Got you something special.” He mumbles into your shoulder.

“Did you now?” you huff in amusement and gently stroke his arm, “What did you get hm?”

“Nothing much, figured you needed a night in so I ordered some fried chicken and soju.” He lays gentle kisses over your shoulder and buries his face in your neck, “I set up a movie to watch too.”

You turn your head to face him, looking into his eyes before smiling softly and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, “Thank you. Guess you’re not a dipshit afterall.” He laughs at your words and you ignore him, opting to press your lips against his once more. Jungkook welcomes you, his fingers dance across your tummy and inch downwards causing your breath to hitch in excitement.

Jungkook’s lips wetly smack against yours, muffled grunt leaving him as he holds you tighter against him. The kiss initially started off slow and more controlled, now it’s wet and messy with sloppy noises filling the space between you two. You pant into his mouth and your eyes flutter open to look at him pleadingly.

Jungkook grins softly as he pushes you towards the glass, “There you go baby, let loose for me, I’ll make you feel so fucking good.” He has you pressed right up against the glass, tits smushed and hands on either side of you. You bite your lip and push your ass back against his thick cock, it’s hot and throbbing against your cheek making you all the more eager to get it inside of you.

“Look at you, pussy’s drooling all over my cock,” he bites his lip and swipes his cockhead through your dewy slick folds, “hear that? ‘s your pussy callin’ out to me baby.” He pushes in slightly, letting the tip pop in with a lewd squelch.

Your lips part in a breathy moan and you push back for more but he stops you with a gentle hand on your hip. “Not here baby, relax for me.” He says as he lets his cock slip out, “Gonna fuck your pussy with my fingers first, get you nice and stretched out before I fuck you with my cock.” He cups your pussy in his hand and lets his fingers slip through the mess dripping from your folds.

Jungkook takes his time opening you up, slipping his middle and then his ring finger into you until they’re knuckle deep. Your mouth falls open but nothing comes out, this is exactly what you needed after those long hours in the office this entire week. Jungkook does not disappoint when he begins pumping them in and out slowly, making sure he hits every nook and cranny inside of you.

“There we go,” Jungkook whispers and begins kissing down your neck, “doing so good for me mama,” he sucks a hickey into your skin, “let go for me.” He nibbles on your earlobe and uses his other hand to wrap around your throat, not choking–simply holding it.

Your eyes flutter shut and you lean your head back on his shoulder, “Oh fuck yes,” you sigh in bliss, “right there.” You circle your hips, gasping when his fingers brush against your g-spot.

Jungkook pulls you back in and kisses up your neck slowly, “You’re so fuckin’ pretty baby, look at you, dripping all over my fingers like a little cock hungry slut. Bet you missed this dick baby, need me to come fuck it in your needy little pussy, have you all spread on the bed for me begging for more,” he whispers as he kisses the side of your face, “you gonna be a good girl and take it?” He jabs his fingers into your g-spot causing a burst of pleasure to hit you.

“Yeah,” you pant softly, “want it deep inside,” you bite your lip and spread your thighs a bit wider, “need it so bad.” You whimper quietly and push back on his fingers.

Jungkook chuckles breathily, “Yeah..” He moves his fingers faster, jostling you as your back arches, “Make it messy for me sweetheart, go ‘head and cum,” he has you locked in place, keeping you from moving anywhere. His fingers piston in and out of you rapidly, loud squelching noises resonating as bits of slick drip down your inner thighs.

“Oh fuck..!” You gasp and clench down, “C-Coming..” You hump his fingers desperately, “K-Keep going, right there, right there,” you whimper out and feel your orgasm come crashing down on you, hitting harder as all the stress lifts itself from your body.

Jungkook slows down until you’re whining in overstimulation, “Clean ‘em.” He slips his wet messy fingers into your mouth, “Fuck.” He groans, “C’mere baby.” He turns you around and lifts you up in his arms, “Need you on my cock.”

“Wait, the water!” You reach behind blindly to turn the knob, groaning when he begins sucking on your soft tits.

.

“Fuck..!” You throw your head back on the pillow with gritted teeth. He’s fucking you so fast and hard you’re honestly no sure what to focus on anymore..him? The skin slapping? The bed creaking? He’s not making it so easy either with the way he’s groaning and panting right by your ear.

Jungkook has you folded under him, his hands grip the back of your thighs and hold them up while he plows your swollen dripping pussy with his fat cock. The room feels stuffy, sheets are strewn about messily and you’re both laid bare in the open without a single care. Jungkook isn’t faring much better, his moans are choked up and every so often you feel him throb inside you.

“You like that baby?” He pants breathlessly against your lips, “Got you clenching so tight around my cock, practically drooling all over me.” He rolls his hips against yours smoothly, pelvis pressing down and rubbing along your clit stimulating it. His balls press against your taint with soft palping noises every time he grinds into you.

You shakily claw at his shoulders and moan needily, the angle certainly has your legs feeling like jelly and your poor cunt throbbing from the pounding he’s giving you. “Love it,” you turn your face to slot your lips against his messily, “fills me up so good baby.” You cup his face in your hands and hold him in place while he works his cock in and out of you.

Jungkook lets out a muffled moan as he starts picking up the pace, hips smacking into yours over and over again with deafening slaps. He lets your thighs go in favor of planting them on either side of you on the bed, “Hear that sloppy little pussy? Got it creaming all over my cock and makin’ a mess. Who’s fuckin’ you baby? C’mon tell me.”

“You are.” You whimper out, “Shit–right there,” you mewl.

“That’s right sweetheart, no one else can give it to you the way I can. You can fucking try but at the end of the day this pussy is mine to fuck,” slap, “mine to use,” slap, “mine to breed.” He growls in your ear lowly, “Gonna ruin you for anyone else, so next the time you plan on letting someone else have it you’ll be remembering the way I fucked you so good.” He hisses softly and sits up, landing a set of punishing thrusts on you, making your body bounce a bit off the mattress.

Your head rolls back and you let out a series of staccato moans, crying out for more and scrambling to grip the bed sheets, the pillows, the blankets–anything. He’s fucking you within an inch of your life and you feel like you’re about to pass out from the sweet pleasure mixed with a tiny hint of pain from the way his hips smack into your ass. “Jungkook..!” You sob out.

Jungkook grits his teeth and reaches down to pinch your clit cruelly, relishing in the way your back arches off the bed. “Go on, cum for me little mama.”

With perfectly aimed thrusts and the combination of his fingers on your sensitive bud, you cum for a second time on his cock. He leaves you trembling on the bed, whimpering and whining. Jungkook follows up shortly with a low moan and your name escaping his lips, “Fucking hell.” He whispers breathlessly.

You let your jelly-like legs fall on the bed, “I’m not getting up.” You mutter, “Put the chicken away, ‘m going to sleep..” You turn on your side and curl up, shivering when his cock slips out of your battered pussy.

Jungkook hums, “The things I do for you baby,” he sighs softly as he strokes your thigh up and down, “lucky I love and appreciate you mama so much.” He rolls out of bed and slips his loose sweats on.

“You love me.” You sleepily mumble, “ ‘n you love my pussy.. I love your dick too.” You smile in your sleep, a bit delirious from the fucking and the strong orgasm he had given you.

Jungkook eyes you with a grin, “Damn right I do.”

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[inahallucination]

famous au but um dumb

@cowboylexapro

if the poets were on social media and famous this is what they'd be known for

(age somewhere between 19-21)

todd

tumblr blog name: toad.anderson

ao3 name: toad.writes

he's technically anon but not rlly

sexiest tumblr account known to man - he's a fanfic writer and an au poster with some occasional og stuff that floods his inbox with asks begging him to publish his og work too - what fandom does he write for? all of them.

his bf proof reads them all even if he's never been in the fandom

he writes fics for his friends when they get famous

in between his novel worthy fanfics are shitty fics of his friends

his followers get rlly confused

he wrote a neil x reader fic until straight girls started claiming it and he took it down becuz the reader was him

todd on his blog: guyss… im so sorry but im taking the neil x reader fic down… im sorry if i offend anyone but the reader was me ❤️ not you - i don't like you all claiming it

after taking down the x reader, he does a neil x oc but the oc is him but with green eyes

neil, after the oc gets described: todd the only person im seeing is u tho 😦 and u have blue eyes

eventually his relationship with famous tiktoker neil perry gets revealed and ppl realize he's not just an obsessed fan

after neil says the thing blog: toad.anderson: guys my real name is todd anderson everyone: omg we wouldve never guessed

after neil and him go public and ppl dont believe that neil is gay he alternates between seething and writing neil fics and taking joy from neil's confusion

todd points out comments that are obviously thirsting over neil and neil still doesn't realize he's being thirsted over

"neil be the father of my children!" "oh i think they meant that in a godfather type way"

todd, at a breaking point, suggests that neil and him post a kissing video but neil doesnt wanna be one of those shawn camilla couples - respect

what if he posted them kissing but he made a historians will call them bestfriends joke but then ppl did🧍‍♂️

"my bestie and I 🤩 " "NEIL PEOPLE ARE GOING TO THINK UR SERIOUS"

//

neil

tiktok name: neilliard.at.julliard

accidentally tiktok famous for pretty face, charming personality, acting abilities - the theater kids had a claim over him orignially but he's pretty mainstream now

comment section full of old grandmas trying to set him up with their granddaughters

everyones dream bf until he posted about his own bf

neil: my boyfie has a big tumblr and he writes a lot and he really likes frogs and he is also blond and heres his address

hes kinda oblivious about everything

"you want a close up of my collar bones? why ?"

reading comment "'show your abs?' its nice you think i have abs! only my boyfriend can see those tho 😉 "

the comments go wild

people are stitching it screaming for different reasons

all his fans r screaming into pillows bc HES TAKEN NOOO

people are trying to figure out who this mans boyfie is

"he has a boyfriend??" "he's been straightbaiting us!" "NOO HE'S TAKEN" "IS UR BF AS HOT AS U" "look at the way his eyes lit up when he said bf i love love" "this video shows an aspect of society that-"

"tell us about ur bf" and he makes a week worth of videos but its all random stuff

"my bf looks pretty in blue" "my bf likes to put salt and pepper on his fries" "my bf has hair"

the straightbaiting comments come after him posting about pride and having a pride flag in the background of his videos <- they say things like "he's such a good ally"

people attack others in the comments who ask him if hes queer "NO NEIL ISNT GAY NOT EVERYTHING HAS TO BE GAY HE COULD JUST BE A REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY FRUITY STRAIGHT GUY WHO LIKES GIRLS"

"are you gay neil???" -> "not everything has to be gay ppl can just be allys and btw by assuming every ally is gay, ur actually hurting the movement!!!" -> "i asked becuz he said he wanted to kiss his boy best friend on the lips in highschool" -> "he meant it heterosexual-ly"

someone asks him what his type is and he describes todd to the t and they think he likes a short haired blonde

"he likes girls in sweat pants not skirts" "his type isnt ppl in skirts" -- neil would love todd in a skirt but thats not the point

his type: "he's really shy, gorgeous, short dirty blonde hair, uhhhh, really smart, and So much more :))"

he could say my boyfriend is a man who i am dating because i am gay and they would still try to straight-ify him

a grainy video gets leaked of a short haired blond guy jumping into his arms and ppl say things like "its just a girl with short hair"

todd hate writes a neil x male reader fic

he asks his friends for help and they post todd's face everywhere on his recording set

he makes a video like "meet my toddy"

in the video todd says he's a boy and he's todd and he's neil boyfriend 3485757 times and neil is like "omg babe i love u too <33" becuz he doesnt Understand

some ppl r still in denial or think he's bi w/ a preference for girls

straight girls like him becuz he has a pretty face and a general respect for women

during prom season, he gets dmed a lot of websites for buying prom tickets

"don't worry guys! i know i said my high school time was rough, but i actually did go to prom with my bf!!"

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charlie

twitter name: therealalpha

most popular podcast name: daltons intercourse

joke/bait account ppl took seriously

The Alpha that other alpha posters bow to

says stuff like "SIGMA MALES KISS ALPHAS ON THE MOUTH TO ASSURT DOMINANCE"

the twitter alphas buy into him so bad he's making podcasts and doign interviews and he has no clue how tf he got here but he's riding the high

he advocates for being alpha via kissing ur homies

when he gets famous he begs todd to write a fic about him

todd agrees pretty easily tbh

"ARE YOU EVEN AN ALPHA MALE IF PPL AREN'T WRITING GAY FICS ABOUT YOU"

charlie posts things like "no homo" "only the real make out with their homies" over those black and white pics of muscle-y dudes w/ no context after the neil video he posts "he homo" over one of them w/ no context

at first ppl try to attack him but then theyre like wtf is going on here and realize he's trolling the alpha community

when no one realizes neil is actually gay he makes a podcast episode talking about how he thinks neil is gay gay homosexual gay - he's holding a cigar and wearing a tight hawaiian unbuttoned shirt like "lets talk about this gay gay theater gay boykisser man"

made by @cowboylexapro

//

pitts

youtube name: gerdoesstuff

joint youtube name: idkman

homework help and crafts videos youtuber - relaxed vibes only here to be calm

he gives study and concentration tips and encourages ppl to seek help and companionship and not suffer alone

he paints mugs and looks for bugs

he was on charlie's podcast and they discussed the alpha-ness of making pottery

todd wrote a pitts x reader fic becuz ppl begged him to

pitts printed it out and framed it and put it in his filming set up

he's a regular on meeks podcast too btw and meeks is a regular on his

but when meeks is around things explode so

he has a second channel with meeks where they do silly experiments

theyre posting schedule is non-existent and they also do streams but they never tell you so their viewers just have to hope and find out

knox and him are planning on making a movie review channel but its still not fully thought out so

he makes couple mugs for todd and neil when neil asks for help

he wakes up at 2 am and sends todd prompts

anytime he learns a fun fact he sends it to todd on the off chance todd may need it for a story at some point in his life

anytime he reads anything he's like damn neil will love to act like this character and lets him know about it

he sends charlie alpha podcasters to make fun of

at some point he exposes cam's shitty handwriting for the giggles

knox

instagram name: knoxious.ur.mom.ious

he posted a short on his instagram talking about how he just learned hair grows from the head and not the bottom and blew up for being a dummy - he doesn't know whats going on but he's having a blast

he stirs up drama but on accident

he was on pitts youtube before

out of everyone here he's the only one not making content he's just vibing

eventually he ends up posting background footage of everyone doing dumb shit

when it comes out theyre friends ppl stalk his instagram to find more proof

after that he starts to stir drama but more consciously

hmm what else - idk he's just chilling, getting called out for being dumb and watching his friends do dumb stuff

oh wait when he makes that short about the hair a bunch of commentary channels post about it and he takes it like a badge of honor

cameron

instagram name: cam.studies

pinterest name: cam.studies

one of those aesthetic studying accounts on insta and pinterest - takes nice shots of his homework and his pen collections and his study desk

except its only for the pics his handwriting is atrocious - he has like one page or paragraph of pretty handwriting to post and the rest is scribbled chaos - his pens are never organized by color, theyre just thrown in a box, and his desk is filled with papers and books and never looks clean but its fine he's just here for clout

he ends up sponsoring and reviewing businesses that make those cute study supplies so now he has a hoard - or at least he did until his friends started taking them

he groaned about the cam.studies x {random ass ppl} fics todd wrote but he thinks theyre funny and has them bookmarked

he went on charlie's podcast and the two argued for half of it and then explained how as two alphas they would settle their differences by kissing

his friends help him angle his aesthetic shots at cafes and shit

he got exposed eventually as a fake becuz ppl (cough) posted his real notes which were messy and disorganized

but he played it off as a commentary about how the internet is fake and got more sponsorships

he judges todd and neil but is eating popcorn at the front seat of the drama

meeks

podcast name: chameleon hotel

youtube channel name: idkman

meeks makes a podcast for very stupid intricate crimes. he has a cult following of bisexuals

its stuff like drama over a tree being taken down

"the locals even called their beloved tree 'ole alvin'"

charlie: todd write a meeks x ole alvin fic

he has standards, so he does

he went on charlie's podcast and convinced ppl that being with other men allowed u to suck in their alpha-ness and become the ultimate alpha

but generally he just makes his little silly videos and makes cryptic posts about the neil todd drama

has a joint channel w/ pitts

is up to date with the neil thing and is the one to send neil updates

he tries to convince neil to act out his podcasts (with a lot of success lmao)

he tries to convince todd to write fics based on his podcasts (also with a lot of success)

as payback for the ole alvin x meeks fic he convinces todd (very easily) to write a bunch of dumb charlie fics and todd agrees becuz he has standards

no one actually knows that the poets know each other

they eventually post a group photo

"we need to cancel neil perry for being friends with an alpha podcast guy" "nah thats just charlie"

"yall know hes bi, right?"

"he literally has a podcast about how sucking dick as a man makes u the ultimate alpha male"

it does explain why charlie's alpha podcast go from tiktok actor, tumblr fanfic writer, instagram study blog, fellow podcaster, hw help tiktoker in between his satire of normal alpha tiktokers

half of these things are like copy and pasted from our conversation btw so dont blame me for them

[yoihoshi-maki]

5th member part.1

Sup humans

Blackpink’s 5th member is trying to leave her past that left her not remembering her old friends, so after years of her being an idol, her interest in F1 is starting to grow. What will she do when she will start to remember?

@cherry-piee @watermelon-sugars-things @charizznorizz

I will be choosing three people very post so comment and like if you want!

This is what you need to know about Reyna/ You.

jennierubyjane

taged:reyna_231

| jennierubyjdane so instead of enjoying the beautiful beach of jeju island, She is watching fast cars going around in circles?

Liked by: lalalalisa_m, sooyaaa_, roses_are_rosie, f1, 23,626,726 others

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user34: the Queen of kpop, is Fucking watching F1 !?!!?! Is it to late to say I wanna marry her

lalalalisa_m: she is our baby, let her be

reyna_231 replied to lalalalisa_m: I am not a baby

sooyaaa_: 우리 작은 아기 ☺️( our little baby)

f1: good to see she if still connected to us

user21: Didn’t she say she went to f2?

user12: yeah I remember that interview,

user97: crossover?????

user: imagine her in ferrari red 🥵

user37: when is BP going to release music??????

reyna_231 replied to user37 : 🤫

user37 replied to reyna_231: y-you replied to me I LOVE YOU!!!

user78: okay but like, how come we never noticed this!?!

user67: my wife is wifeing

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Reyna laid on the beach chair as Jennie went to go get some food and drinks. Reyna sighed in happiness as she felt the warmth of the sun shined on her. “ Hey Rey I got the food!” Jennie smiled as she walked back to her youngest member, Reyna smiled as she helped her sister-figure with the food

“ So when are you going to the F1 thingy, you know you always talk about going but you never did” Jennie asked as she sat down underneath the shade, putting down the food on the table that was in between them

“ I don’t know…Should I go? I mean we are in hiatus” Reyna frowned as she took a strawberry from the fruit bowl, taking a bite of it. “ Well yeah you should, although me and the others will miss you sooooo much” Jennie hugged Reyna tightly but not to tight because of the table in between them “ You know what I will go! But enough about going or not going, how are you and Taehyung~” Reyna laid on her stomach, giving Jennie a smile as Reyna kicked her feet like a little girl. Reyna is not dumb…okay maybe she is a little dumb in her love life but still,

she could see that their loved each other. “ there is nothing going on we are just…..talking?” Jennie looked away with a blush creeping on her face, Reyna smirked and took Jennie’s hands “ Okay so while I am gone for F1 you will ask Taehyung on a date and you CAN’T take it back, or else if you don’t keep that promise I will not go and come back to Korea”

Reyna shrugged and dropped Jennie’s hands and sat back. Jennie’s face dropped to annoyance and crossed her arms “ You can’t do that” Jennie spoke out as she glared at her youngest “ I can and I will” Reyna smirked and grabbed the water bottle, Jennie let out a groan and smacked her hands on her thighs “ alright! Fine I will ask him out” Jennie finally said the words that Reyna wanted to hear. Reyna smiled pleasantly and nodded before going back to the Netflix show she is watching after she finished the f1 race “ Now that’s what I Love to hear”

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user26: I SEE F1 user29: is she going to watch f1,

user10: Did anyone else see the f1 drivers?

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user20: mother.

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user14: F1 x kpop I am living for this 

[impishjesters]

Denture Daddy

CW// implied unspecific sexual relationships, dom/sub talk, use of the word "daddy" and "mommy" in a non-parental form, mentioned hate sex note(s): basically the reader and Jibba (my TADC oc) playing a dumb game of who seems like a dom or sub to pass the time. Jibba can be seen as a bit of a "whore" but he wears it proudly. Rhett (who's mentioned) is another of my TADC ocs. A/N: This whole thing happened all because I wanted to say "denture daddy". I don't expect anyone to give a shit about this. But at the end of the day as long as my friend and I enjoy it, that's all that matters.

Conversations with Jibba was like a game of Russian roulette. You never knew what direction or topic would come up.

Sometimes the conversations were casual, asking how you were doing or if anything fun had happened. But then you’d get conversations about a tiered ranking of who was considered good in bed, only to get whiplash by a simple conversation on whether you were a dog or cat person.

It was a wild ride, to say the least, which is how you got roped into a conversation about your fellow circus captives and whether they fell into dom or sub-category—for shits and giggles that is.

“‘m just sayin’, ya look at Jax ‘n think he’s got this whole sadistic face to ‘im and it turns out he’s just as touch starved as he looks,” Jibba stated.

Right, they were sleeping together—something about hate fucking because of their prank war or some shit. Neither of them was very subtle about their pranks or their “hate sex” because if that was hate sex you hated to see what tamed sex was like.

Bunch of emotionally constipated idiots.

Jibba jabbed you with his elbow playfully, getting your attention back on him. “Thoughts on Kinger?”

“Definitely not a dom, in fact, it feels wrong to think about him even having sex.” You shuddered. Kinger felt too much like your dad, and thinking of your parent’s boinking was enough to make you wanna bleach your eyes.

He shrugged and crossed his arms before leaning his chest against your back. “Yea’ it’s like watchin’ ya gramparents be romantic an mushy.”

“Ugh,” you gagged, “why’d you have to make it worse? I was thinking of my dad at least.”

“Oo, you thinkin’ bout ya dad playing twista? Naughty, naughty.” he teased, shooting you a playful smirk.

You elbowed him hard, basking in the pained noise that left him. “You know damn well what I meant.”

Jibba groaned and rubbed his side, you had a mean right elbow. “Yea’ yeah, alright so what ‘bout Rhett?”

“Eye Daddy? Oh, yeah. Total dom, but like not like in that rough way—”

“—but in like a total control way? Oh yeah, ya don’t know how hard I’ve been tryin’ to crack that nut—metaphorically and literally.” Jibba scoffed and used your head as an armrest, staring out at the others doing one of Caine’s dumb lil games.

“Are you just making rounds to everyone?” You didn’t shame Jibba for his sex escapades, if anything good on him for finding some way to tame Jax’s awful behaviour.

“Only the hot ones.” You looked up at him despite his arm on your head and he sent you a wink. “I’ll get to ya in no time, less ya wanna jump the list then we can go find somewhere right now.”

“Yeah, not right now.” As entertaining as the thought was, you were quite relaxed just hanging out with the ridiculous man. Though it would be a tempting endeavor at a later time. “So, Ragatha?”

“Mm,” Jibba leaned back, taking most of his weight off of you but kept his arm in place. “She gives like, soft mommy vibes.” he waved his hand in a so-so gesture. “Though I feel like she has a lot of parental experiences if she’s been havin’ ta live with Jax for god knows how long.” He paused, eyes squinting in Ragatha’s direction. “I’d let her give me a good stern talk’ ta.”

“I’ll give you a stern talkin’ ta, if you don’t calm yourself.”

“Babe, this whole conversation is about who’s a dom and who’s not, how do ya expect me to keep calm?” he joked. You raised your arm again with a silent threat to elbow him and he swallowed. “Yeah, okay, calming down.”

“Pomni?”

The two of you fell silent, staring over at the anxious woman who was struggling to get out of Jax’s reach.

“Anxious chihuahua.” Both of you stated at the same time.

Jibba laughed that awful eerie death rattle of his. Did a toy like him really exist? God that was horrifying, who buys that for children? You knew he could control it but why did he have to do it now of all times?

He caught you staring and grinned. “Somethin’ wrong?”

Right, this is Jibba we’re talking about, he knows it’s creepy and did it intentionally. Bastard.

“No,” you rolled your eyes and looked back to Pomni. “She’s too anxious, poor woman probably has a hard time holding someone’s hand let alone sex. Though I’d rather not think about her sex life… feels wrong.”

“Oh, and thinkin’ ‘bout mine ain’t?”

You gave him a deadpan stare as to say ‘Really, that’s what you wanna ask?’. He cleared his throat and mumbled a little ‘touche’ before looking back at the others.

“Oo, I know a good one,” he snickered. “Caine.”

“Caine?” Well, at least he wasn’t asking you about Bubble.

For whatever unknown reason, at the mention of his name Caine appeared a few feet from the two of you with a loud pop. “Diiiid somebody say Caine?”

Jibba shook his head, seemed even with a lack of ears the loud pop affected him. You shook your own head, rubbing an ear. “Uh, not directly.”

Caine cocked his head in confusion, clearly not understanding you were simply talking about him—not trying to summon him. “I see. Well, while I’m here. Why aren’t you two participating?” he asked, waggling his fingers in the direction of the others.

“We’re playin’ our own game,” Jibba answered, giving you a playful nudge.

“Oh?” Caine floated closer, eyeing the lanky doll.

“Yea’, the game of dom or sub.”

Caine cocked his head again. “I don’t understand.”

Jibba snickered and you couldn’t help but cover up your own laugh with a grunt. “What he mean’s is—”

“Oh no, he’s like one of those tops with golden retriever vibes that when ya call ‘em daddy like yer sayin’ ‘good boy’ they get excited.” He covers his face, a genuine laugh instead of that death rattle laugh.

The look of confusion never leaves Caine’s face but you can’t help but join Jibba in his laughter, because he’s not wrong. You could say a lot of insulting or weird things to Caine, but if you use that dog tone with him he’ll take just about anything as a compliment or praise.

“Oh no,” you mumbled, he’d be so fun to fuck with. “He’s not a dom…” you snicker, “but I’d still call him daddy.”

“Denture Daddy!” Jibba bursts out, nearly knocking himself and you off your perch.

The two of you laugh so loud it catches the attention of the others across the way. You wave your hand at Ragatha’s confused expression and further try to prevent the two of you from falling.

“I hate to intrude on this moment of merriment but,” Caine clears his throat, looking between the two of you with confused concern. “You two do know I’m not your father, yes?”

Jibba lets out a scream that turns everyone’s attention back onto you two, only to follow with nearly scream-level laughter from the man. You can’t really blame him though because you haven’t stopped laughing either, especially not long enough to try and explain to Caine that the two of you weren’t calling him father.

You give Caine what one could only describe as some form of yes as an answer before telling him he can go between cries and Caine leaves hesitantly. Your sides are starting to ache from so much laughing, meanwhile, Jibba has his face buried into his hands and is leaning into your shoulder like you’d be able to stop his laughter and tears.

He’s taking this a lot funnier than you but man, “denture daddy” is gonna always be in the back of your mind when you look at Caine from now on.

[fucksurass]

Redraw of my oc look look look hes so so DUMB

Lines to no lines. Stubby to less stubby. Circles to fingers. I love how my art just randomly changed one day bc I was experimenting with my style. L-look at it please.

More about Norman Nick Nasher under the fucking cut⬇⬇

Norman is a totally normal boy with a completely normal family. Hes an only child so its just him, his mom and dad. They love him dearly and try their best to raise him correctly. Normal right? The only thing not normal about his family is him which is weird because his name is "Normal" with an N instead of an L. Yeah I lied when I said he was normal.

Norman has a little frog under his hat named Froggo. He loves reptiles a lot but loves frogs the most which is why his hat resembles a lilly pad. He will not believe frogs are not reptiles and no matter how many facts you throw at him he will likely call you gay at the end of it. If he likes you he will talk endlessly about frogs and/or reptiles and he wont stop unless something trivial catches his attention. If he doesnt like you he quite literally will not speak to you at all.

Craig. Doesnt he look like Craig? He doesnt know who Craig is. He has no idea who the guy is which makes you wonder why Craig doesnt like him. They met each other one day and Norman would not stop asking who Craig was. It was- Just imagine this:

"Hey."

"Hi. Who are you?"

"Im Craig."

"Who?"

"Craig."

"Whos Craig."

"Me? I just told-"

"Craig... I have no idea who Craig is."

"Craig is ME."

"My name is Norman. Whos Craig?"

"Dude. Im Craig..."

"Oh. Wanna see my frog?"

"Not really."

"What?! Frogs are cool what-"

"Look I just need you to understand who Craig is. I am Cra-"

"No I dont. Could you tell me who he is? People keep saying I look like him."

"We look nothing alike. Look my name is-"

"Anyway about frogs did you know that [insert very long paragraph on frogs]?"

"Shut up, Norman. Stop talking."

"You must not like frogs... Weirdo."

"No I dont have anything against frogs I- Im leaving."

Would you hate Norman too?

Norman knows he is gay. He is fully aware and uses that to his advantage. He will call anything gay and anyone a fag. He will not stop. Oh youre on your phone too much? Thats gay. You like men? Thats gay. You study for an exam? Thats gay. Youre depressed and in need of a hug? Fag. Why he does this? Scientists have yet to figure it out. Now Norman is in fact in a relationship. Who is he dating? Some kid named Chris. To see gay art of them look into their blog @normris wanna see me cry of yippe? Follow it peas. (And thats how you sell a product)

What is Normans favorite food? Oh its just the most delicious meal ever. Broccoli. Just loves it so so much. Why? No one knows. As far as his parents know they accidentally deprived him vegetables trying to keep him happy. Norman was a quiet baby and they thought he was sad so they spoiled him. He was not sad. He just had beef with his parents because he was shaken up in the womb. Anyway about broccoli!!!! He loves the stuff. He eats it as a snack, for every meal, even just randomly takes some out of his pocket and chows down. His boyfriend recalls the time he pulled out a pack of frozen broccoli while they were coloring together.

Our last unsettling fact about Norman is that he doesnt like the bible. No this is not because his parents are atheists. Its because they encourage him to believe in anything he wants. Because of his he believes in a frog god. Why does he hate the bible? Because it, and I quote, "made the snake a bad guy. Snakes are cool maybe he just wanted eve to be healthy. The bible is gay."

The end. (If you got this far I have a lollipop for you 🍭)

[butchsophiewalten]

Man this is so random but this theory is stuck in my head and I wanna see how other people feel about it because I don't see people talk about it a lot (I have no clue if the link will go through properly since I've never put a link in a ask box)

https://www.tumblr.com/art-w0rm/667910993425350656/theory-time

Oh god not this theory again. I really truly try not to be mean to people for no good reason on this blog, but this theory is literally one of the stupidest fucking things I've ever seen in my entire life. I don't talk about this theory because to me it's like the walten files theory equivalent of that tubby custard mechanically separated chicken post.

Most of the time I genuinely don't even consider it worthy of my time, because it's nonsense, but this is a very nicely worded ask, and I really don't mean to dedicate any of the vitriol I hold towards this theory to You, poor anonymous person, so I will deconstruct it. I will go through the theory point-by-point and deconstruct why I disagree with it.

First up, this:

Showbear is not a character in The Walten Files anymore. Showbear was fully retconned and is never going to appear in the series again. He was effectively just a cameo of ThunderingStatic's (one of Martin's friends) OC, but when The Walten Files blew up and people started assuming Showbear was Martin's character, Static decided to withdraw his character from the series and focus putting him in other projects.

Martin talked about this on Twitter forever ago, but I wouldn't be able to find that tweet now. But here's a bit from the interview he did with KnowYourMeme back in 2021 where he talks about it:

Now this:

This is just stupid to me? Like a complete logical incongruity? I barely even know how describe what is dumb about this because I can't even fathom how anyone draws this conclusion from this information. How is it strange for a man to say 'if my wife isn't home by the time she said she was going to be, let me know, in case something happened.'????? Why would Rosemary be out cheating on her husband with her fucking daughter with her??? If Rosemary was cheating on her husband why would her whole life collapse when he went missing? If Rosemary was cheating on her husband why would she show up at the restaurant every day after he disappeared asking if anyone had seen him and hoping to find him alive??? Why would she make paintings of herself and him together after he disappeared????? What the fuck are you talking about?

Ok now this:

Whatever. This is maybe the most coherent part of the theory, to me. I definitely agree that Sha evokes a 'wolf in sheep's clothing' sort of aesthetic, but I do remember Martin saying something in a Twitter Q&A at one point about how that wasn't actually intentional, and that Bon was the character he actually meant to seem unusually predatory. I looked for a while and couldn't find a screenshot of that, but I did find this one where he says the thing about Bon:

So whatever. take that with a grain of salt.

I don't even know what to say. here. Whatever. sure she was rolling in the hay

yeah Rosemary is asking if she's still beautiful because she cheated on her husband and not because she was chopped up and stuffed inside a big animatronic sheep. I think this is correct and is the True Deep Lore.of the walten files. I'm sure this doesn't have anything to do with the recurring motif of the double-meaning behind the word Beautiful either.

I don't know why it's weird that the lost lingering spirit of a mother would be calling out to her only living child. I Don't know why that needs additional explanation involving this batshit infidelity conspiracy theory.

Sha's chest is also ripped out

So is Banny's, honestly? Just a little less?

ok now this:

I guess I can't disprove this except that I think this is dumb. I think this is a really incredibly stupid logical leap to make. Y'know I really meant to go into this levelheadedly and very calmly go through every point and talk about why I think it's Decisively Disagreeable or whatever but I can't. I really can't. I just cannot keep my patience with this sort of thing.

You'd think if there was an infidelity aspect here it would've been lampshaded in some respect, at all, in the old /sophiewalten findjackwalten page text. Where it's literally Sophie talking to Jenny about what she remembers about her family.

Especially if the idea is that Sophie is meant to have been there. You'd think something like that would have come up here. Not 'she was nice and a good mom until my dad disappeared and her mental health started getting worse'

[thorniest-rose]

brooke i am so mad!! people are getting upset over how authors characterize steddie!! i wish people still used the whole “dont like dont read” mindset!!!!!! like damn what if i wanna write steve as a pretty boy who loves putting on lip gloss and mascara!!! whats it to them???? i dont know how you do it :( you write some of my favorite steve and eddie’s and i know some people would say that the way u characterize them is unrealistic (hah very funny!! its called fan FICTION. UNREALISTIC IS BASICALLY IN THR DEFINITION!!! ughh!!!!!) how do u deal with the negative comments??? ive been so unmotivated lately by all this hate floating around :((

omg what's happened now?? Or do you mean what's been going on in general over the past few weeks? I know, it's really tough at the moment and the fandom's going through one of those phases where there's a lot of in-fighting and people trying to crack down on content they find "problematic" i.e things they personally don't like, which is a common issue in fandom spaces since the rise of social media and since fandom went mainstream. I'm really sorry that you feel demotivated right now, I've had waves of feeling the same since the whole "don't make Steve soft and feminine" debacle and now the witch hunts taking place on the Twitter side of the fandom. So it definitely gets to me too, I'm not immune by any means.

What really helps, I've found, is finding a small group of friends or people who run accounts that you enjoy, and focusing on them and your own writing, and staying out of the wider fandom. Whenever I've tried to engage with the wider fandom it's just caused me grief, so I stick to my own little corner now, and focus on my writing and what I enjoy, and talk to a small group of friends, and it's really helped. Also I've been through a lot of this before so it's not my first rodeo, but I can see why it would be intimidating and off-putting for someone who's new to the fandom.

Also YES, it's so dumb for anyone to say "this is OC" when I write the characters because all I'm doing is dialling up their core characteristics and as Az says, if everything was "true to canon" all we'd be doing is writing straight people in rooms not talking to each other. Fanfiction is meant to be transgressive, like that's the entire point, we're weaving folklore and creating art from established characters and making them our own. And if we were all writing the same thing it would become SO boring, so let people have fun and find enjoyment where they can because the world is so shitty and cruel as it is, so why are we turning fandom spaces into police states where you're only allowed to write one type of characterisation or you're ridiculed and ostracised. And where you can't write anything "problematic" i.e non-con or underage because it's EVIL and WRONG and you're a BAD PERSON.

Give me a break.

[thathomelessartist]

If anyone sees this please help i would like friends

Things I like to talk about at unreasonable lengths:

Undertale/AUs

My OCs

My Hero Academia

My current favorite book series (The Thief by Meghan Whalen Turner I love her i want to read the other ones please)

Beetlejuice is cool

Musicals are cool

Minecraft (who wants to play Minecraft?)

And uhhhhhhh thats it please please please I need friends I want friends. I consider to pay money even, like a loser, for other people to see my post talking about friends and wanting them.

I am also willing to use discord (is that acceptable?? I don't knOW I barely used Tumblr even in like 2014 is discord not a Bad Platform[tm] please)

I love you all so much and I wanna assimilate really badly BC I hate Twitter and always have it makes me depressed but I am stupid and just. i need a tutorial guide in a human being i can ask dumb questions. I hate algorithms too but I am also stupid so. PLS. Have mercy on my soul.

[mariabtsos]

One That I Want ||m.yg|| – Chapter 8: 10 Cents

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Description: It is summer of 1956, and leader of the T-Birds Yoongi is working at a food joint at the beach to make extra money over the summer, when he meets a pretty girl. They start a summer fling that unfortunately had to come to end, but an unexpected turn of events will bring them back together.

Genre: 1950s au, angst, fluff, some smut, Greaser!Yoongi x Square/Goody-Two-Shoes!OC.

TW: underage drinking and smoking, sexual content, violence, misogyny (it’s the 1950s so peak macho man era).

Word Count: 1.3k+

Meanwhile, the T-birds were trying to encourage their leader to call for his girl. But what would Yoongi even say? "I'm sorry for lying to you, but I wanted to protect my reputation as a greaser and player?" He knew she wouldn’t take him seriously.

"Come on hyung, didn't you wanna talk to her?" Namjoon asked him.

"You know what, I changed my mind, this was a dumb idea."

"Well then how about you call for her Jiminie?" Hoseok giggled, taking a swig from his beer. And the youngest wasted no time, getting up on the seat and reciting what he could remember from his drama class a few years back.

"Oh, Lottie, wherefore art thou Lo-" he was interrupted by Yoongi punching and slapping him, eventually pulling on his jacket so he would sit down.

Kim and Nayeon went up to the window. "Is it the guys?" Jiyoon asked, "it is! They can't come up here, my folks would kill me if I had any boys up in my room," Nayeon said.

"Hey Joon!" Kim greeted the second in command flirtatiously. "Hey! You wanna get down here?!" He asked her.

"Sure, but get rid of all your friends," she smiled, seeing the cat-eyed boy there, she wanted to rub a little salt on the wound, Lottie didn’t like her anyway, "that includes you Min!" She called for him.

He chuckled sarcastically, "good, sloppy seconds ain't my style," he yelled back. Hearing Yoongi's voice made Lottie's heart skip a beat, and gosh she hated herself for that. Kim, on the other hand felt a bit offended, did she sleep around? Maybe, but she wasn't sloppy seconds.

"So, what are you goin' to do flog your log?"

"I've done worse," he deadpanned, getting out of the car to walk home, "have fun, Namjoonah," he patted his best friend's shoulder and walked away. The aforementioned nodded and looked back up at the window where his girl was. "I'm still here!"

And as much as Kim felt bitter, she decided getting Yoongi's attention was the dumbest thing she could, she had guys lining up, begging for chance, she wasn't going to let herself be held back by anyone, Yoongi could keep the goody two shoes foreigner if he wanted to. She walked away from the window and walked to the chair where she had set down her stuff.

"You lot are too square for my taste," she said, putting on her shorts and shoes, "I'm gonna go get my kicks on while I still can," she took a quick look in the mirror and fixed her hair quickly.

"What are you gonna do?" Nayeon took a hold of Kim's arm, "Shimmy down the drain pipe?"

Kim smirked, not bothering to reply as she carefully made her way down said drain pipe to Nayeon's horror, she watched her friend get in the car with Namjoon, Kim gave one more glance at the window where she saw her friend had already disappeared into the house.

Namjoon began driving off, his right arm resting behind Kim’s shoulders, the aforementioned stole a couple of glances at the handsome young man, a smirk adorning his face. Through the years, Kim had always kept an eye on Namjoon, even before both groups had risen through the ranks, he had always been an intriguing case, she had caught him more than once reading poetry books, or the occasional sea creature encyclopedias. Namjoon on the other hand, hadn’t really paid any mind to Kim until this summer, after Yoongi had broken things off with her, they had a short little fling, and afterwards would still flirtatious glances, and compliments, he couldn’t have been happier when his best friend had told him to have fun, an indirect greenlight for him to go after Kim.

Once they got to lover’s lane, it didn’t take long for them to talk a bit more, discussing things they usually wouldn’t with their friends, until they started what the place was most frequented for, necking. The pretty view of Seoul long forgotten as Namjoon trailed kissed up and down Kim’s neck, the latter huffing and letting small moans come out of her. Hands trailed other places, the intentions behind what they were going to be doing more and more clear.

“God Kim, you are so good baby,” Namjoon groaned after she had been sucking along his neck while calming him through his jeans.

“Call me by my first name,” she requested.

“Um…” Namjoon drew a blank as he continued kissing her neck. How had her name not come up in conversation, wasn't Kim her first name? People called her that so much it was easy to assume it was.

“Jennie,” she pushed him off momentarily, a bit flushed from embarrassment and a lot from what they were doing prior to this kerfuffle.

“Jennie-ah” he said softly as he went back to attacking her neck, the way he said her name made Kim feel a fluttering in her stomach, he made it sound like a beautiful secret.

“Hey baby, you got something?” She sighed, not needing or wanting any ankle biters right now. Namjoon chuckled, moving away slightly so that he could dig in his back pocket.

“My 10 cent insurance policy,” he said as he pulled out the foil packet, starting to tear it open so they could get on with it, “Ooo, a big spender huh?” Jennie giggled as she stretched, grateful that they had moved to the back seat once their make out got more heated.

Namjoon, however, looked like a kid who had their candy taken away, he looked up to Jennie and her little smile dropped, “it broke.”

“What?! What'd ya mean it broke?” She asked in disbelief.

Namjoon sheepishly chuckled as he rubbed his neck, “I bought it in the 7th grade, when we first got that lesson on diseases?” He explained, “but I never used it because my older brother told me pulling out is better.”

“Jeez, then I'm shocked you ain't got a little one by now,” she said slightly annoyed, she had really wanted for this to happen.

Even if she known as someone “fast” she had always been safe, since there wasn't a way for her to protect herself, she made sure her lovers could, and now that was out of the question. The thing was… Namjoon was different, she'd known him forever! He was something she wanted and she wanted him bad.

“What the hell,” she got right back into necking, it took Namjoon a second to react, surprised at first, but he kissed her back in no time, this will happen she told herself; Namjoon had started to unbutton her plum colored blouse when the car was hit.

Needless to say Namjoon was pissed.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!” He turned and yelled, finding Jaebeom in the driver's seat and Jackson in the back, both of their chicks sitting next to them.

“You need to learn how to read Namjoon-ah, that right there says no parking zone,” Jaebeom chuckled in a condescending tone.

“The whole place is a no parking-zone you damn nosebleed.” Namjoon's jaw was locked, and Kim could see his tongue against his cheek, “You're gonna pay me back for this!” His back bumper was loose and his rear light glass broken.

Jackson and Jaebeom looked at each other and laughed. “We'll give 10 cents for the entire thing, including your chick,” Jackson winked at Kim before they drove off, laughing loudly at the couple. Namjoon looked even angrier, and if she hadn't been insulted just then, she's sure we would've flipped her lid and came just from the sight alone.

After a minute or two of Namjoon huffing and puffing, Kim decided she still wanted her world rocked, “I don't know ‘bout you, but my motor's still runnin’” she smirked, and they got right back to it.

[kinfanfiction]

Charlie Eppes x Fem!Reader - Chapter 3 - Clueless

A/N: I’m too proud of this idea tbh. Maybe I should’ve waited to write this chapter and I’m jumping the gun a bit here, but I like to place an initial reason for tension so I can build on it. I will be adding in a couple of OCs but they won’t be the main focus of the plot. If, when you get to that part in this chapter you think to yourself, “Isn’t this based off that one episode?” Yes, yes it is.

Side note, the ex I’m writing for the reader is based on my ex, so I’m keeping stuff vague cause bro was demented, but if y’all wanna make up stuff about dumb shit the ex in this story we can collectively make him the worst person ever and make her experience somewhat more detailed either as subtext or to address later in the plot. (Okay maybe not the worst, but like, fairly shitty.) As for the friends, they’ll basically be your run of the mill backstabbers.

I put my whole left lung into this chapter.

     Unbeknownst to the two of you, you and Charlie had been spotted by the cherry blossom tree by two young students, Bowie and Daisy. They each took your Creative Writing and Charlie’s Applied Mathematics class, and they agreed the two of you had chemistry. There was a whole debate on campus over it. Some argued you were just colleagues who got along well, some said you must just be really good friends, and then there were those who genuinely believed you belonged together. Of course, most people knew to stay out of their professor’s personal lives, but not Bowie. They were the experimental type. Daisy, however, always tried to be the voice of reason.

    They hid nearby and whispered to each other.

    “They talk like old friends.” Bowie observed aloud.

    “Don’t you think we should be doing something more productive with our time?”

     “This is productive!” 

     “This is interference.”

     Bowie shrugged, “We’re giving them the push they need.”

     “What if we’re wrong?” Daisy crossed her arms, feeling unsure.

     “Then our interference will ultimately mean nothing. They’ll laugh it off and move on. You don’t have to do this with me, but I’m still going to pull a Clueless on them.” 

     “Hmmm..... Well, it would be interesting to see the results of the experiment...” Daisy was leaning towards joining in on Bowie’s mischief.

     “Yeah, yeah, I know you want in.” Bowie teased.

     Early the next morning, you visited Charlie in his classroom. He had papers spread out everywhere and his blackboard was actively being covered in equations. He was listening to his music again, and was very focused. You walked up to the blackboard and inspected his writing, still it made very little sense to you. “What’s this?” You asked, and he jumped as you came into his line of sight, though he quickly regained his composure.

     “What is with you and Larry always sneaking up on me?” He shook his head and took a deep breath.

     You snickered, “You’re very easy to sneak up on.” You side-eyed him and flashed a cheeky grin. “So, what are you working on?” You questioned again, looking towards the board. 

     He looked at the board as you did, “Actually, Don has asked me to help him on a case. When I went home last night, he was there and I found a map of different crime scenes, all committed by the same person in different places around the area. I started calculating where he might strike next, and I guess Don realized I could be good help in solving this case.” 

     “Oh wow, so you’re a consultant for the FBI now?” 

     He nodded, “I am.” He spoke like he was proud, but also had something else he wanted to say but couldn’t.

     “What’s wrong?” You asked.

     He sighed, “I don’t think I can tell you, but just.. be careful, alright?” Charlie requested gently.

     “I get the feeling that whoever you’re trying to catch is a pretty frightening person..”

Charlie nodded. “I really wanna help them get this guy before he hurts anyone else.” 

     “I’m sure you will. You have a brilliant mind.”

     He gave a small smile, still unsure. “Thank you.” He thought quietly for a moment, debating on asking a question that hung in the air. “Why don't you come stay with us? Just until we catch him.. which should be soon.” He tapped his chalk on the board and examined his work. “Not that anything is incredibly likely to happen to you, but maybe just to be safe?” 

     You thought about his question. It wouldn’t be too much of a hassle to stay at the Eppes’ for a little while, you’d done it before. Besides, you lived and commuted alone, which theoretically could make you an easy target for any criminal. You looked at Charlie and nodded.

     “Okay, good..” He sounded very relieved. 

     The two of you went to breakfast and since he couldn’t talk about the case itself, he instead talked about the mathematical formulas he was using to find the guy they were looking for. You listened quietly as you ate, not having much to add yourself.

     As you walked to your classroom to prepare for class, you were met with a young student you recognized as Daisy Lewis. She took your Creative Writing course which wasn’t until later that day. “Morning Professor L/n! I was at the store recently, and I saw this perfume and it made me think of you.” She spoke as she handed you a small bottle. You were a bit taken aback by the gesture, since there seemed to be no occasion for it.

     “Oh..! Thank you! That’s very sweet of you, Daisy.” You exclaimed with a polite smile. Daisy smiled back, and then stood there like she was waiting for something, and then you realized she expected you to spray it on yourself. Your eyes widened at the realization and you quickly spritzed yourself. “It smells wonderful, really, thank you.” You smiled awkwardly. Daisy stood there, trying to think of a way to stall you further to ensure that Bowie could sneak into your class and secure any unimportant piece of paper on or in your desk to use to forge your handwriting. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to prepare for a class.” You moved past Daisy and opened the door to your room just as Bowie had barely managed to slip away.

     Bowie circled back and found their friend, and the two of them went to the library to come up with a good letter to leave for Professor Eppes to find. Once they were sure they had it, Daisy drew him out of his office to “Ask about an assignment.” While Bowie planted the note in his room, having previously sprayed the inside of the envelope with the perfume Daisy gave you.

     Bowie subtly walked past Daisy to signal that the letter had been delivered. Daisy wrapped up her conversation with Professor Eppes and split. Charlie wandered back to his classroom and spotted the note. He took it and sat down. He recognized it as being what seemed to be in your handwriting, not analyzing it enough to realize it had been forged. He covered his mouth as he read, both surprised and confused. It was strange.. it didn’t seem like you. He thought about how you’d subtly distanced yourself from him over the years, could this be why? Had you begun to see him as more than a friend, and perhaps found him more intimidating because of that? He wasn’t sure what to make of it. Unfortunately, he couldn’t think about it too much because he had a case to work on. 

     When each of your classes were over, and Charlie had made some headway in helping Don with his case, you arrived at his classroom door. This time you knocked, and he had a chance to hide the letter he’d received in the top drawer of his desk. You didn’t wait for any signal to enter though, you just walked in after a couple of seconds. You didn’t want to startle him again by simply appearing. “How’s the case going?” You asked, looking at the equations written on the board. 

     He stood next to you, just about to answer when he smelled the scent of perfume. The same perfume on the letter. He looked at you and let out a small sigh. How was he supposed to approach talking about the note? You clearly weren’t going to bring it up. “It’s going good, I’m making a lot of progress. Hopefully once I give Don what I’ve got he has a better chance of finding the criminal.” His words were somewhat hopeful, but his face had ‘distracted’ written all over it. “Can I ask you a question?” You gave him a curious look and nodded silently. He looked at you with a concerned expression and took a deep breath before speaking again, “Do you feel like you can tell me anything?” 

     The words caught you by surprise, “What makes you ask that? I tell you lots of things, don’t I?” 

     He hummed, “Mmm, sometimes I feel like you hide things from me, not that you have to tell me everything, but I guess I just wanted to remind you that you can if you want to. You know, in person. I’m not that unapproachable, am I?” 

     You furrowed your eyebrows, very confused at this sudden topic of conversation. “Unapproachable? Why would I think-” You shook your head. Had he found out something you hadn’t told him about while he was away or about some dumb shit you’d done in college? If so, who told him? “Where is this coming from?” You asked. 

     “Are you pretending not to know or do you really not know?”

     “Know what?”

     He sighed again, “I got a letter this morning.”

     Your heart dropped, because apparently whatever you’d done was so bad someone had to deliver it to your best friend in writing? You’d never done anything illegal. (Okay, not anything extremely illegal). So what the hell was in that letter?

     “What letter?” You sounded a little more panicked. He felt relieved when it was obvious you really had no idea what letter he was talking about. The relief showed on his face and he couldn’t help but laugh. “I knew it didn’t sound like you.” He went to his desk and grabbed the letter, and then an actual letter you’d written him years ago that he’d kept with him. You followed and watched him, looking over his shoulder trying to read the letter. He laughed again, pointedly, as he noticed the slight differences in handwriting. “Ha!.. I’m sorry, Y/n. This is a forgery.” You grabbed the letter from him.

     “What? A forgery of my handwriting? Why? Who? What does this say?” You read it, and as you did, you noticed it smelled strongly of the perfume Daisy gave you. Then you laughed too. Not just a light laugh, you broke into uncontrollable laughter as the panic left you. “Wow, someone tried to pull a Clueless on us.” You said as your laughter finally began to fade. 

     “They did what?” 

     “Do you grade your students harshly, Charlie?” You questioned.

     “I don’t think so, I think I grade fairly. Why?”

     “We need to watch Clueless, as soon as you have the time, of course.” You insisted. “Let’s go.”

     You both picked up your things and walked to your car again. “We have to stop by my apartment so I can grab what I need for the next few days.” You explained as you got in the driver’s seat.

     “I don’t think I’ve gotten the chance to see your apartment yet.” He observed, a little excited at the idea.

     “Well, you’re welcome to visit anytime.” You offered, “But let’s see if you like it first.” You chuckled briefly and then drove out of the parking lot.

     The two of you quietly listened to music as Charlie thought about the case he was working on, and you thought about how he’d said it felt like you hid things from him. You knew from the way he worded it that he wasn’t just talking about the forged letter. You had been hiding things from him, of course, but you thought he was oblivious to that. Of course he also added the consolation that you didn’t have to tell him everything, but you thought perhaps it would be better if you did.

     You arrived at your apartment and took the elevator. Charlie held his hands behind his back and looked up at the numbers changing as you went through each floor. Soon, you arrived at your level and you walked to your front door. You walked in and grabbed a back to fill with clothes, a toothbrush, a hairbrush, and all the things you needed for work for the next few days that you kept with you at home.

     Charlie insisted he carry the bag for you after feeling how heavy it was, even if you said it was alright and that you could carry it.

     “Let me do something nice for you.” Was his final argument, and you knew you’d do something nice later in return.

     He put your bag in the back seat, and then the two of you drove to the Eppes’ home. “Evening, Alan.” You said as you walked in.

     “Good evening Y/n. You staying with us for a few days?”

     “That’s the plan.” You smiled.

     Charlie dropped your bag off in the guest room. “I have to continue working on this case, but I’ll see you at dinner. You do whatever you need to do in the meantime, alright?” 

      You nodded and smiled, and then Charlie left. You got out your work and some headphones, and you listened to some Fiona Apple as you graded your student’s work. As you quietly graded, you thought about the day. You continued to contemplate on opening up to Charlie about what you’d experienced in high school, mainly because he seemed to blame himself for your emotional and physical distance from him. You knew that at the very least you would assure him that those behaviors had nothing to do with him.

     A few hours later, Charlie knocked on the door. You didn’t hear him at first because of the loud music playing in your headphones, so he knocked again. After knocking twice and hearing no response, he slowly opened the door. Still, you didn’t notice. He could faintly hear the music blaring in your ears and he couldn't help but chuckle. He gently took the headphones off, which startled you. “Ah! Oh- Jesus you scared me.” You exclaimed, putting a hand to your chest and catching your breath. 

     He grinned knowing he’d gotten you back for all the times you’d startled him in a very similar way. “You’re gonna go deaf by fifty listening to music that loud.” 

     “What did you say?” You yelled. 

     He shook his head, “Very funny.” He rolled his eyes, and you grinned.

     “I think headphones wouldn’t have the option to turn them up so loud if you weren’t supposed to.” You determined with a shrug.

     “I don’t think that’s a very safe assumption.”

     “Maybe not, but if I’m already gearing towards going deaf early on I might as well continue to blast my music anyway.”

     “Sounds like flawed logic but hey, they're your ears. I guess it’s time for me to start learning sign language.”

     “I’m surprised you don’t already know it, since you already know just about everything.” 

     “That’s not even close to true, I just know most things when it comes to math. I don’t know english as well as you, and I’m not good at reading people, or understanding why they do things, I just focus on calculations.” 

     “I’d say your calculations help you read people and understand why they do things quite well.” You argued. 

     His expression changed to one similar to how he’d looked after he read your forged love letter. “I don’t know... they haven’t been helping me understand you more. I’ve noticed how distant you've been with me ever since I came back from Princeton. I just can’t figure out why. Maybe it’s just because we’d grown up. I guess that’s what typically happens to friends as they get older, they drift apart. I just hate that it happened to us.”

     Your expression softened, and your eyes filled with remorse. “I mean, I never intended for that to happen. Yes, there were years we had to spend apart, but I tried to help make up for that. We never stopped being friends, so we can’t have drifted that much.” 

     He clicked his tongue and looked down at the ground for a moment, “Sure, we never stopped being friends, but you changed, which is of course normal when you get older, but you seemed noticeably less comfortable around me. I don’t know why that always bothered me so much, I guess I’ve just always wondered if I did or said something to make you feel more guarded around me that maybe I wasn’t aware of?” He looked up and made eye contact with you, having finally asked the question that he hadn’t been able to ask until that moment.

     You sat quietly for a moment, trying to accept the approaching conversation. You opened your mouth to speak, closed it, and then got up from your chair. You wrapped your arms around him and held him close for the first time in a year. He froze for a second, and then tenderly wrapped his arms around you in return. “Charlie, no. I promise you did nothing wrong.” You assured him softly. Tears welled in your eyes as you thought of the real reasons you’d become a more guarded person. You let go of him and sat on the guest bed and pat the spot beside you. He sat down and waited silently for you to speak. “I know I probably shouldn’t let these experiences stick with me for as long as it has, since I was only, what, like fourteen, fifteen?” You laughed, feeling a little pathetic. 

     “But after you left, I did my best to make friends. There was one guy that seemed really interested in everything I had to say. He was really kind at first and found ways to earn my trust quickly. I was young, and naïve, so I didn’t question his attention. I liked having him as a friend, and then.. he wanted to be more than friends. I’d never had anyone like me as more than a friend before, and figured that a first relationship might be fun. At first, it seemed like we were having a good time. He got me gifts, always complimented me, showed me affection, and ultimately made me feel special. A tactic of his that I didn’t notice until later, was that he was rushing to learn everything about me. I mean everything. He got me to be vulnerable with him, and then used details about my personal life against me. He’d poke at my insecurities, when I’d tell him my fears he’d use that to scare me, and overall he was just a terrible person who enjoyed making me feel horrible. So, finally, I left him. Then I was alone again.

     “I tried making friends again, and I got in with this group of girls. I thought I found a good group, but I was wrong. They only wanted me to be their friend so they could do better in english. When I wasn’t around, they made fun of me just for having interests that didn’t align with their’s. They humiliated me, time and again. They’d waste my time on purpose by doing things like inviting me out somewhere, only to never show up. So, essentially, all that taught me was to be more guarded with people in general. I shouldn’t have let that apply to our friendship, but I guess when you came back I had a fear that maybe time had changed you and that you might hurt me. Hell, I don’t know why I thought that, you gave me no reason to. It was just my own fears.” You stopped talking and looked at him. His eyes were wide, like he was taking it all in. “I’m so sorry, that was a lot. I shouldn’t have said so much, I-” Then before you knew it, he was hugging you tightly again.

     “Thank you for telling me.” He whispered. Then after a moment, he pulled away. “I just want you to know, I would never do anything to intentionally hurt you. If I do something that hurts you and I don’t realize it, please tell me and I’ll do everything to make it right. But I would never, ever, go out of my way to do something to harm you. You have been my best friend for the majority of my life. I’d have to be absolutely insane to ever do anything to jeopardize that.” 

     Then you smiled, and your whole body relaxed after feeling so tense while you told him everything. You sighed in relief, “Okay, enough with the heavy shit. Let’s watch Clueless.”

[connie-taylor]

tldr: dumb rant about ppl acting like anyone who ships danny/julie and le.land/ana are wrong and heres why!!!! just tired of seeing the same arguments everywhere. obviously danny/maria and le.land crushing on julie are canon, just leave the d/j and l/a shippers alone damn

everytime someone brings up "hey why does danny call julie sweetie if he is supposedly dating maria" people always say "uhm its common in the south in the 70s for old women to call everyone petnames" or "uhm julie calls the girls babe does that mean shes dating them too".

and, it just genuinely frustrates me.

first of all, danny and le.land are not old women. they are 21 and 18 year old men, respectively. saying "sweetie" is common for older women to use as an endearing pet name doesn't apply when the people using the petnames are teenage/young adult men?

also, even IF you use that as your reasoning, why then does le.land not call connie or julie sweetie? why does danny not call connie or ana sweetie?

danny ONLY addresses julie with the petname, no one else in their group.

le.land ONLY addresses ana with the petname, no one else in their group.

some people then use the argument that le.land is older than ana (by a year) and was friends with maria (her older sister), so he sees ana as a younger sister figure too and is using it platonically in that way and that's why he doesn't call any of the other girls petnames because the other girls are older than him. that'a fair, but still fails to explain why danny (21, oldest in the group) only addresses julie, specifically with the petname, when she is the same age as him.

then when you get into "julie calls the girls ____", "ana calls julie _____". whether or not you hc any of the group as lgbtq (which i do, lol) - you cannot hold the girls saying those names to their other female friends to the same standard as young men saying those names to one specific girl in their friend group each? as much as i'd like to say hell yea, equality!!!! it just doesn't make sense for the character personalities (strong headed 18 yr old jock, rough around the edges guy from the wrong side of the tracks) that GUN wants to push for le.land and danny to have, for them to use petnames in the same way that a hyper feminine girl from cali would use them.

as a side note, i have seen many people say that if they (maria) heard their boyfriend (danny) calling one of the other girls in their friendgroup (julie) sweetie like that, that they would be very uncomfortable which makes sense because sweetie is almost always used, in the context of a young man and woman together, romantically. absolutely no one is saying that the term is ALWAYS romantic or the petnames ALWAYS are romantic in general, but within the context of the group and their personalities, it is a very odd choice by GUN to have each guy single one girl out with the petnames.

in horror movies as well, it's extremely common for there to be 1 or more couples within friend groups, that's just common tropes, even within the original tcm film there is kirk and pam, and sally and jerry then franklin tagging along.

to me, in my honest opinion, it really seems that GUN originally planned to have ana and le.land as a couple, and julie and danny as a couple. i have no clue what happened between then and now, but even pre-release one of the devs had posted "maaaaybe" in reply to someone asking if le.land and ana were dating, which of course originally set people into thinking that they were. obviously, that was not a confirmation of that, but it was misleading if the answer was firmly no. i just think they had other plans in mind for the victims but already had voicelines recorded. i'm sure in the upcoming lore stream they will give some half assed reason like "oh julie is marias bff so danny calls her sweetie cuz maria liked her" or something, but oh well.

i just wanna like my ships in peace without people throwing that stuff at me. at the end of the day they are my ocs anyway, and GUN lore is sloppy and half assed anyway so we ignore most of it. the pals all date and kiss and smooch and thats it

[romanarose]

For the Longest Time: Chapter 6

William Miller x Fem!OC (Lorelei Giang)

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Summary: Lorelei and Will find out what they are havin, and Lorelei spends a little alone time with Laci

Warnings and content: Pregnancy stuff, puking, talk of eating disorders (the puking is from nerves, not bulimia), Will's OCD, weight issues from both Lorelei and Laci. Lorelei spiraling and lots of negative self talk.

A/N: pretty short chapter, not super eventful but a little more development into Lorelei and Will's relationship. Next chapter things ramp up.

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“Honestly, William, you gotta have a preference.” Lorelei was riding in the passenger seat of Will’s truck on the way to the doctor. Today was the day they found out what they were having. More and more, the love for the life inside her grew. While this was far from planned, she found herself getting excited.

Will insisted he didn’t have a preference. “I don’t! I’m just excited, I can’t wait to meet them, whoever they are.”

“Well, I do to, and I don’t really care as long as they are healthy, buuuuuttttttt…”

“Buuuuuuuuttttttttt?”

“But, I think if I just HAD to pick, I’d pick a boy.”

Will bellowed a laugh. “A boy?”

“Yeah, out of my brother and my sister, he was the easiest.”

“Well Ben was absolutely not easy for me, I’ll tell you that.” He drove for a few seconds before finally admitting. “I guess, if I absolutely had to pick… I would say girl. I feel like I got a lot of experience with Rosie.”

Watching Will take care of Rosie made Lorelei feel like everything would be okay. More and more, she wished they met under different circumstances, had a different life, maybe together…

William held her hand tightly, and she felt a tight squeeze when the ultrasound popped up. “Oh my god, there they are…”

Lorelei’s heart sped up. There it was, the little baby inside her… the panic bubbled up so fast, she barely had time to cover her mouth. Will’s who had been there through her morning sickness, noticed her nausea immediately and grabbed a trash can in time for her to throw up in it. 

Will held back her hair, but not before she got puke in it. Seemingly not phazed, Will rubbed her back. “Hey, it’s alright princess, it’s okay. Get it out.” 

Princess. That didn’t help the nerves at all, causing another wave of vomit to projectile out of her. Great, there went breakfast. Princess? When did that happen? And why didn’t she hate it? She wasn’t his princess. She wasn’t anyone’s princess. No one had ever treated her well enough to be a princess. Lorelei wasn’t submissive enough to be anyone’s princess. She refuses to be an asian stereotype, and in return men didn’t want her for anything other than sex, which she gave up easily. She was a mean, aggressive, dumb, fat whore that got knocked up because she was horny and stupid. Why was Will calling her princess? More vomit. Did he expect her to settle down with him, to quit her job like he had implied and raise their baby, be a pretty, skinny, demure housewife? The puke was stopping, just dry heaves and a bit of stomach bile. She hadn’t thrown up that much since… 

When it was over, the sonographer gave her a washcloth for her face and hair. Great, she just washed her hair and set it last night. Will went to wash his hands. 

“Sorry… I though morning sickness was over.”

The doctor was not phased. “Happen’s more than you’d think. Do you think you’re sick?”

Lorelei shook her head. She felt fine before seeing the baby. Will was still washing his hands.

After she calmed down, Lorelei laid back, telling her to continue. She needed to face this. 

“Are you ready to find out?” 

Lorelei looked to Will at the sink. “We wanna find out today, right?” She asked, still a little breathless. She wanted Will back beside her, but he seemed very occupied washing his hands. Over the months, Lorelei had noticed his strict handwashing, the way he intensely disinfected everything. She assumed that’s why his rough hands were often cracked. He didn’t leave the sink, getting more soap but smiling as the picture of their baby appeared on the screen again.

“Congratulations you two, you’re having a girl.”

The vomit started again.

*

Will had picked up some food for Lorelei once she insisted she wasn’t going to start again; she was starving now. There was a park not far away from his and Santi’s houses, so Will took out a blanket in his trunk for them to sit outside. He thought it’d be nice for her to get some fresh air. Still, despite insisting she was starving, she barely picked at her food.

“What’s wrong? Want something else? I can go pick up something, or get ubereats, or-”

“No, I’m fine. Just not hungry.”

Will didn’t buy it. “You just threw up all your breakfast, I think you’re hungry.”

Irritated, Lorelei snapped. “How about you not tell me when and how much to eat.” Immediately she regretted it.

But what Lorelei liked about Will, is Will wasn’t scared of her. “How about you tell me what the hell is going on with you so I can help?” 

“How about you focus on your OCD and I’ll focus on my eating problems.”

Will looked taken aback by that. He’d been called a germaphobe plenty, but never been accused of having obsessive compulsive disorder. “I don’t-” But the rest of her sentence hit him. “Eating problems?” Will suddenly calmed down, asking if she was not eating on purpose.

She couldn’t help but groan, laying down on the blanket, her swollen belly protrudes out from her.

“No, I just don’t have an appetite.”

But the other signs started to click for Will. “The second time we met, you passed out on a treadmill…

“Will-”

 “you said you hadn’t eaten…”

“Will.”

“Do you have an eating disorder?”

Lorelei didn’t want to answer. She barely had opened up to him about growing up under pressure to be perfect, to be a pretty asian girl with pale skin. She didn’t need to go into the body expectations. 

“I… don’t right now.”

Will listened. “What does that mean.”

She sighed. “I’m not doing anything right now. In college and high school it was just… a lot worse. I really, really don’t want to talk about this right now” Today’s visceral reaction had been triggering, and she didn’t want to go into it all. “But Will,” Lorelei turned to Will, who had moved to lay down on the blanket with her. “I promise you,I’m eating and keeping it down right now. I don’t want to do anything that’s going to harm our baby girl.”

A soft smile spread across his face, he was thrilled to be having a daughter. “And why aren’t you eating right now?”

“Appitite.” She shrugged. “Finding out what we’re having, seeing her… It’s just a lot right now.”

Will nodded, thinking deeply as he looked at her. The sun accentuated the honey undertone of her skin, beautifully illuminating her. Her throw up fit had resulted in much of her make-up coming off; no lipstick, and much of her eye makeup coming off save for her waterproof mascara, but he thought she looked just as beautiful as ever. He knew it couldn’t have been easy, having an eating disorder and then rapidly gaining weight with the baby, but Will didn’t care about any of that. The way he felt was for her, not how she looked, as beautiful as he thought that was. 

“Can I get you to eat a couple bites of this sandwich?”

Lorelei nodded, Will helping her sit up, and not saying a word as she leaned up against him and ate as much as she could stomach. Her head rested on her shoulder.

“What about Chloe?” Will says softly, his voice coaxing her to look up at him.

“Chloe?”

He nodded. “For our daughter. I was doing some research on girls names and naming traditions and, correct me if I’m wrong, but it seemed like Vietnamese women’s names are shorter, like one or two syllables, so I was looking at short girls names and I saw Chloe. I liked it.”

Will was making it more and more difficult not to fall for him. The care he took is making sure she could include aspect of her heritage in the raising of their baby separated him from so many of the white men she’d dated. “I like it, It’s pretty, cute…” She wanted to return his care. “Do you have any ideas for a middle name?”

She shrugged noncommittally. “There are some I liked, but I thought we could look through those together… I didn’t want to just hijack it, but I was looking at Vietnamese girls names.”

“Any you like?”

He started to get a little more animated. Every week, this pregnancy was more and more real to them. “I liked Hang, the meaning was nice. Full moon angel. Lan, Cais, Tien-”

“What about Sen?”

Will looked down at her, curious. “Sen is lovely… I don't think I saw it on the baby name lists.”

Lorelei reveled in the feeling of resting against him, feeling safe and taken care. For the first time in her life, she didn’t have to handle everything. “It’s not super common, but it means lotus, a kind of flower. I thought it would be nice to match Rosie’s name.” 

Will’s face lit up at that. Sen seemed like the perfect combination of both of them, little bits of things important to them, together in their daughter. More importantly, they were coming together for her.

“Chloe Sen?”

“Chloe Sen it is.”

*

Laci had invited Lorelei out to look for dresses, something Lorelei was not super thrilled about given her weight gain and protruding stomach, but it was what it was. Will wanted her there on his arm, pregnant and up two dress sizes. 

“What about this one?” Laci popped from behind the tall dress racks, holding a short blue dress. 

Lorelei shook her head. “Not really my style.”

Laci frowned, trying to get grasp on how she liked to dress. “I figured you’d like to wear super fashionable stuff.”

She laughed. “Why’s that?”

Laci was back getting lost in the pretty colors. “Well, you always wear make up and dress nice. I figured a simpler look was more you.”

“I guess more of a classic style. I like old Hollywood a lot-”

“Oh perfect!!!” With a new guideline, Laci dove into her work again, getting lost in the materials and eventually retrieving a long, red, off the shoulder number.

Lorelei liked it a lot, but it was never going to fit her. “I’m definitely not a size 12 anymore.”

“Oh! No problem, they got lots of different sizes. What are you now?”

“16.” 

“Okay!” Excitedly, she returned with a bigger dress, as well as a pink number she pulled out for herself earlier. “Let’s try them on!”

Laci had tried very hard to include Lorelei in things, make her feel like a part of their little family and slowly, so slow, it was working. She was getting more attached to them than she thought she ever would be. Sliding on the dress, Lorelei couldn’t help the little confidence boost. She looked good, real good. With her hair done up in barrel curls and some dark red lipstick, she’d look damn good. The changes in her body were hard to accept, but the dress Laci found made her feel beautiful. She stepped out of her dressing room.

“I like this dress a lot, how’s yours?”

Laci didn’t answer for a moment, before a soft voice spoke. “I don’t think this the one.” She sounded so sad.

“Can I see it?”

Laci agreed, stepping out and all the pep in her had drained. She was wearing a tight pink long dress and looked stunning. “What’s wrong with it?”

Laci avoided her eyes, but answered. “I dunno, I feel like it makes make belly look big.”

It took everything in Lorelei not to laugh. Not at her, but at the idea she even had much of a belly. Despite Laci being several sizes smaller than her, Lorelei understood that didn’t matter when your look down at yourself. 

“Laci, you look gorgeous, like, absolutely amazing…”

“I’ve gained a lot of weight recently, and… I know it’s good for me, I know I wasn’t healthy before… but this is the most I’ve weighted. It’s just… different.”

Looking at her again, Lorelei did take note of her body. She had been gaining weight since the time Lorelei first saw her in the hospital, and she was still small, but at a healthy weight. There was a small bump on her front that she probably wasn’t used to, but there wasn’t anything wrong with pudge. Santiago still couldn’t keep his hands off her. 

What Lorelei knew how to do was style a body. “Go undress, I’ll find you something that makes you feel as beautiful as you are.”

Lorelei got dressed, settling on the red dress Laci found, and went out to the clothing, returning with a pale yellow dress that flowed out in an A shape, the top having white lace. Lorelei noticed Laci liked pastels and lace.

When she stepped out in it, she was beaming again. Her mood seemed to be fluctuating more these days. “I LOVE IT!” She did a spin, the dress flaring out as she danced.

Lorelei smiled at her. “Santi’s going to eat you up.”

She wanted so badly to have what they had. She was a sinic, jaded, angry... Men didn't like women like her. She understood Laci and Santi's relationship now, he wasn't controlling her, he was protecting her, both physically and emotionally, body and heart, and it was beautiful, but that wasn't Lorelei. With Jana and Frankie, she thought, she'd never be like them. Jana didn't need protection, Jana could handle herself, but she was gentle, kind, welcoming. Lorelei was angry, and men didn't like angry women. Women didn't like angry women. Will would only want to change her if they were together, not that Will would ever want someone like her. He got what he wanted, didn't he? Sex, a baby... why have a relationship when he had a daughter now and could just fuck other women who looked better. Lorelei knew, deep down she was beautiful, at least when the makeup was on, but when her thoughts spiraled like this, there was no stopping it.

As much as her nerves had been through the roof this week, she was looking forward to the ball. It would be nice to dress up, having a whole weekend off from the hospital. She'd been pulling so many over nights, it'll be nice to get away. It would be nice to see everyone together; Benny was around less, Laci avoiding the subject of the movie night and Benny altogether. Lorelei refused to admit to anyone, but she liked this little group. After Santi defended her from Tyler at the funeral and Jana had given her a last-minute dress, Lorelei started to realize that they had her back more than her own family ever had.

Plus, Will in a tuxedo?

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Lorelei is getting nervous... things are becoming a little too real for her, and that scares the shit out of her.

Next chapter will be dramatic so enjoy the peace lol.

Stay safe out there everyone and thank you to everyone whose been reaching out to me.

@pimosworld @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @whatthefishh @missdictatorme @milkymoon2483 @poeedameronn@itspdameronthings @miraclesabound @babymills16 @rayslittlekitten

[comingyourlugubriousness]

⭐ For Yume! ⭐

1- 4- and 20!

🌙🌙🌙🌙

Do you have a song that represents your OC, if so why?

I have SEVERAL songs that represent Yume. Last time I answered a song in this post, that made me think of Yume's overall time in Twisted Wonderland. (It's a sorta long post with analysis.) And @bunnwich has said that "Waiting on a Miracle" from Encanto reminds them of Yume. Most recently the song that represents Yume for me is. Camera's by Matt and Kim.

"No time for cameras We'll use our eyes instead No time for cameras We'll be gone when we're dead No time for cameras We'll use our eyes instead I see flashes of gold."

I love the idea of Yume slowly coming out of their shell and learning that they need to be more than just a spectator in life if they wanna be happy not only in the future but now as well! 0v0

Honestly, I should just drop and Yume Ume Playlist. (And my cheez whiz Yume x Idia playlist too)

Who is your OC’s closest platonic friend?

I know I KNOW I DONT TALK ABOUT IT MUCH!

But Ruggie and Yume are besties y'all! They don't really know how it happened either considering Yume disliked his smug aura and hates when people steal from them specifically. And Ruggie can smell a goodie too shoes a mile away. Of course, that's just the surface-level projection of both of them.

Once they get to know each other in and after chapter 2 they both see past that and realize they have things in common and of course a dumb similar taste in humor.

Add that to the fact that Yuuta and Leona "hang out" and also Jack and Yuuhi "hang out", and it leaves Yume and Ruggie as the platonic 3rd wheels. So they kinda just gravitate toward each other during those times too. Don't get them wrong, Grim, Deuce, and Ace were their first friends and hold a special place in their heart. But I think they get along with Ruggie on a very visceral level that they didn't expect lol. Reminds me of this OLD but still good meme:

Tell us about a complicated relationship your OC has with another character?

Last time with this question I talked about Yume's relationship with Jamil! So this time let me talk about Yume's relationship with KALIM!

Oh boy where to start. Yume didn't officially meet Kalim until chapter 4 and was very skeptical meet a genuinely kind person at NRC, especially after getting betrayed by Azul. So when Kalim is just genuinely nice and kind it kinda threw them for a loop. And then he started talking and saying nice things ABOUT Yume. Compliments they've never heard from anyone before! Plus the fact that he was so touchy (in a good way! Yume enjoys casual affection)

And the whole flying carpet under the stars didn't help (even with their brothers with them the whole time.)

So yeah it kinda developed into a big time crush, unfortunately. Though after going through the events of chapter 4 they realize that Jamil and Kalim have their own things to work through and that maybe trying to get into a relationship with Kalim...isn't right at the moment. (Plus all their fear of rejection/vulnerability/ and inexperience when it comes to dating in general. Oh, and not to mention the feelings they're definitely not catching from some shut-in gamer boy too.) Still they don't really shake their crush completely until I'd say the near end of my fic The Diamond in the Rough and the Boy without a Fairy. (Which takes place between chapters 4 and 5 in game)

Though they still find things awkward around Kalim so that leads to them just kind of...avoiding him for a while. It's a lil shitty on their part but eventually Kalim notices and they both officially have a talk of sorts that clears the air in Chapter 5 (during the VDC training camp.) I do plan on writing it one day but right now I'm in the middle of writing other lore!

What are your OC’s minor fears?

SPIDERS, TALKING TO STRANGERS, TALKING ON THE PHONE. HEIGHTS, ADVANCED DARKNESS! FLOYD LURKING IN THE CORNER WITH THAT LOOK ON HIS FACE! (the usual) 20. What chapter does your OC get the most personal character development? @cyn-write asked this question too!

Definitely Chapter 3! I feel like in me and @bunnwich timeline so many things happen around that time.

The Ramshackle gang getting to know their respective love interests, Yuuta/Yuuhi getting their respective weapons, Yume snapping and going a little insane on how to plan and get back at Azul and showing that they're not just a shy goody goody. It just is a time when the brothers are starting to really feel like they understand and belong in Twisted Wonderland to a degree y'know?

ANYWAY SORRY THIS GOT SONG LONG! The muses possessed me.

[regalityandcoffee]

Friendly But Indecent 1/2 (William Regal x OC) 18+

Summary: Part one of two. A friend of Chuck and Wheeler’s, caught between their “fued”, hangs out in the BCC locker room while Wheeler attends a quick ROH conference. Look, this is filth. This is stupid, nasty filth that wouldn't leave my little pea brain until I wrote it down.

Warnings: OC is kind of a bimbo, Teasing, dirty talk, cunnilingus, kissing after cunnilingus,  and William being so far out of pocket it's a bit ridiculous.

enjoy? <3

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"Wheelie, are you sure he'll be okay with this?" 

"Trust me, he's gonna be cool about it. He likes you!" Wheeler nodded as he swung her bag as they walked down the hall to their locker room. He was a few feet in front of her, walking at a brisk pace as she toddled after him. "He didn't care the last couple times."

"But you guys are always busy with your…uh, feud stuff!" Stella protested. "I can just wait for you in the car or something!" 

"No way, it's too cold for that, Bun! Are you scared of him or something?" 

"No!" Scared? Of William Regal? No. Intimidated would be more like it. "I just don't wanna be a bother, this is the third time I've been in your-!"

"I've told you, it's no big deal! He knows you're not a spy from Best Friends or something dumb like that. He doesn't mind. Besides you've been on your feet for hours, you gotta sit down at some point."

"My feet do kind of hurt…" she mumbled. Maybe that's what she got for wearing her platform pumps all day; pumps she kept forgetting to buy proper insoles for and were starting to feel like daggers against her feet…

"See? Just sit on the couch and chill and we can hang out afterwards. He doesn't bite, at least I've never actually seen him bite anyone..."

Stella smacked his shoulder. "That's not helpful, Wheelie!" 

"Sorry, sorry!"

She picked some lint off of his shirt as they stood in front of the door. A plate had been slid in the front of it. 

Blackpool Combat Club. 

That seemed to be the name of the group her youngest friend had joined. She just didn't fully understand what it was. She knew it was a group, she knew there were other men in it, but she wasn't exactly sure what they did. All she knew was Wheeler had joined and now Chuck and Trent were mad at him for it. The only other members she had met so far had been Claudio, a kind, tall, well-spoken man with a thick accent, and William, who seemed to be the oldest member of the group… As well as the most attractive. 

Shut up, Bunny! she scolded herself as Wheeler opened up the door and held it open for her. She shouldn't be thinking about things like that, especially not about her friend's mentor, who was probably old enough to be her dad. Still, as she sat down on the black leather couch of the locker room she couldn't help it. The last two times she had hung out with Wheeler in BCC’S private locker room had been… strange, to say the least. The way the man looked at he'd, talked to her…

Her purse being tossed onto her lap as Wheeler walked past her snapped her out of her thoughts. Just let it go, it probably meant nothing and you're just being weird…  she thought as he pulled a couple of bottles of water out of the mini fridge, flopping down next to her and handing her one. 

"Where is everyone else?" She asked as she looked around the empty room. There lay a few bags on the floor or in the cubbies, but the men they belonged to seemed nowhere to be found.

"Mox is somewhere with Eddie, Bryan is at the hotel and Regal is on commentary right now 'cause Claudio has a match." He picked up the remote to the TV on the wall and turned it on. The channel was already fixed to TBS, and just as he said, the tall man was already in the middle of the ring, fighting someone she didn't recognize. However, she did recognize the voice talking over the match. 

"Lovely counter from Nese, I'll give him that… overconfident as he may be you cant take anything away from him, the man is skilled, no doubt…right into the crossface-"

"Ohhh, he really sounds like he knows what he's talking about.. " she murmured.

"Yeah, Regal's been wrestling since …forever? He's retired so he mostly trains and scouts now." Wheeler yawned as he looked at his phone. 

"Hmmm." She took a sip from her water. Unbuckling the small clasps, she slipped her heels off, then tucked her legs underneath herself. She kept watching, listening to the sound of William’s voice. As cliché and corny as it sounded, it reminded her of butter, the way it was so smooth. But there was something rougher around it's edges. It was deep and strange and she was still getting used to it. But it wasn't at all unattractive. She could never find the right words to explain it… it just made her always look and listen. It felt wrong not to pay attention to what he was saying whenever he spoke.

When he talked, she paid attention. And it was the only thing she paid attentioned to, really. Of course there was no ignoring the wild (and sometimes very violent) things that happened in the ring, but most times she couldn't understand them. There were just so many moves to remember, so many names and rules, sometimes it made her brain hurt just thinking about it all. But the way he explained things so well, like how Claudio escaped from being pinned again and again… he just made everything seem so interesting, so simple.

Ding Ding Ding! The sound of the bell rang, the other man laying in the middle of the ring while Claudio stood tall. The referee raising his hand high.

"And your winner is…Claudio Castignoli!"

"Mr. Maniac, Man with the Mask, its been a lovely, lovely evening. Have a wonderful night!" The camera panned to the commentary desk to see the tall man stand up, taking off his headset and walking to the ramp, leaving with Claudio through one of the tunnels.

And, just like a switch had turned in her brain, she was no longer paying attention, instead turning it back to Wheeler, though she knew there were at least three more matches left on tonight's show.

"Where do you wanna go after this? Taco Bell, Sonic, Burger King-"

She shook her head. "Nuh uh, I had Burger King yesterday with Chuckie and Trent, my tummy still hurts just thinking about it…"

Wheeler rolled his eyes. "I forgot that's where you we're last night. Let me guess, you let Trent pick where to go?"

She smacked his arm again. "I saw that!"

"Ow!"

"You said you wouldn't roll your eyes or be mean when I talk about the boys!"

"I have no idea what you're talking about! I did nothing of the sort!" Wheeler put has hand over his chest, batting his eyelashes.

"I'll pinch you, Wheelie," she raised a hand, squinting her eyes at him. "I swear, I'll do it!"

"You're bluff- Ow! Alright, sorry. I promise I won't do it again!" he scooted away, raising his hands. "Geeze, you and those damn acrylics…"

Stella huffed, looking down at her pink nails. "I'm sorry, too. I'll stop hitting you now. I wish you guys would just stop arguing though, its been, like, two months."

"I know." He shifted in his seat, scratching the back of his head before his eyes darted back to the TV "Oh, look, it's Athena, I forgot she had a match tonight…"

She didn't get it, she just didn't get it. She wished he or Chuck would just explain it to her instead of changing the subject all the time. It wasn’t Wheeler’s fault he wanted other friends, right? Wasn't that what this was about? Wasn't that why they were upset with him for joining BCC?  Or maybe it was another wrestling thing she just didn't get. Either way, she wish she didn't have to bounce back and forth between the two boys.

The sound of the handle jiggling directed Stella's eyes to the door. Her ears perked at the sound of a familiar voice.

Regal!

Claudio entered the room first, still sweaty from his match, jacket tossed over his shoulder. Admittedly, at closer glance, he was incredibly attractive. And yet the older man who came in after him still had her complete attention.

"Well, well, it seems we have a visitor." He stopped behind an armchair. He leaned against the back instead of flopping down in it like the man who came in before him.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Regal, you remember Stella, right? We were just hanging out here until you guys came back."

She nodded, giving the man a small wave as she watched him. Instinctively, a hand went to her hair, suddenly wanting to take out her compact to give herself a once-over.

"I was wondering where you went off to. I hope you two weren't too bored in here by yourselves…" he trailed off as his eyes caught hers.

"Oh, Bun, you know Claudio too, right?" Wheeler asked, nudging her. Instead of saying anything remotely intelligent, all she could do was nod, and luckily the man in question nodded back as he unwrapped his wrist. She broke her attention away from Regal to look back to the TV. And the purse in her lap, her shoes on the floor, anything to avoid getting lost in his hypnotic gaze. 

Again. 

"Ms. Wilson. It's good to see you again." William said as Wheeler got up and passed Claudio a bottle of water.

"Y-you too, Sir." Why oh why did his voice always sound even better up close? So deep, with a bit of a rumble, yet soft. And that damn accent…

"That ought to get Nese off my back for a bit, cocky son of a bitch…" Claudio mumbled to himself as he wiped his face with a towel. "Yuta, are you ready for the press conference? I'm thinking of skipping it, to be honest…"

"The pr- yeah! But it's not until Friday anyway, right?"

"Friday? Dude, it's tonight."

"Shit, tonight? Why are they doing it tonight?" Wheeler hopped up, frantically looking around.

Claudio shrugged. "Hell if I know, just to get it out of the way, I guess?"

"Damn it, it starts at nine thirty, right? Where the hell is my belt!?" 

"It's in your bag, Wheels," Stella pointed to one of the duffels on the floor. 

"Oh, thanks Bun. How the hell did I forget that quick?" He mumbled as he dug for it, tossing the shiny title belt over his shoulder.

"Are you okay? Do you need help with anything?" She offered. Though she knew there wasn't really much she could help with. What was she gonna do? Stall the conference with a lecture on lace fronts? 

"Nah, I got this. I'll be right back, I hope. Hey, Regal, can Stella hang out here until I get back?"

What? She turned her head to the older man. He hadn't seemed to take his eyes off her the entire time they were talking, watching her from over Claudio's shoulder almost like he was in some sort of trance. He still seemed to be transfixed on her, finally blinking as he sat upright. He smiled, and for the first time she noticed the pretty dimples he had.

"Of course she can! And in that case, I suppose I'll stay here and wait with her. It's impolite to leave a young lady waiting all alone, you know."

Huh?! Well, at least Claudio was staying too, right? At least she wouldn't be completely alone with him….

At least, that's what she had hoped. The man in question looked behind him at Regal, then back to her, something unreadable in his gaze. 

"Actually, maybe I will go. You know, to scout the competition…" he stood up, stretching a bit. He seemed to be fighting back a smile as he turned away from her.

Don't leave me alone with him! She wanted to yell as she watched Wheeler move to follow him to the door. "Do you need me to do anything? A touch up or something?" She asked, tugging Wheeler’s sleeve as he passed by. She stood up, blood almost rushing to her head. 

"What, are you calling us ugly?" Wheeler brought a hand to his chest again, a look of fake-indignity on his face.

"No!" She pouted as he laughed. He put his hands on her shoulders and she slowly sat back down. She ignored William, who seemed to be fighting back a laugh as he helped Claudio buckle up his own shiny belt around his waist.

"I'm kidding. Just stay here, 'kay?? You just got off work! Sit for a bit and then we'll get tacos or something, I promise."

"Okay…" she nodded. She tried not to let her shoulders slump as she pouted up at him.

"Then maybe you can make me over later since you clearly think I need it…" he laughed as Claudio opened the door for him and he stepped through, making his way down the hall.

"Don't make me pinch you again!" She called after him. She crossed her arms, settling back into the couch.

"Have fun, and behave yourselves, boys." William nodded to them.

"You too, Sir." Claudio nodded at him, winking before he shut the door behind him. The door shut with a loud click, and soon the room was quiet, with just the hum of the vents and the sounds of the announcers on the TV filling the space.

That was so weird. Why did he say that and then wink? What was so-

"Ahem."

Oh. Oh no. She looked back and almost jumped out of her skin as Regal had made his way over to the couch. He towered over her, and she had no choice but to look up. 

"I believe the seat next to you is no longer taken, right, Ms. Wilson?"

"Huh? Oh, ye-yeah." 

"Would you mind if I took Wheeler’s place, just until he returns?"

"Um, sure- I mean no! Go ahead, Sir." She scooted over a bit as he sat down. 

Good lord.

William was much larger in person than he seemed on camera. He wasn't simply tall, he was broad and thick and just… big. Sometimes she spent way too much time watching him on TV. It was hard not to notice the way his waistcoat was buttoned up tight around his middle, the way his shirts and jacket fitted over his arms and the way his slacks hugged at his backside and thighs. He was just… big.  And now that she was once again at his side it was making her stomach do flips.

There was no longer avoiding the feeling that just being in the same room with him gave her. He was just so…what was the word? She struggled for it as she watched him turn the volume of the TV down. She caught a whiff of his cologne just as he moved his arm. God, he even smelled delicious. 

"You'll have to forgive young Wheeler for such an oversight, he's under a lot of pressure as Pure Champion, though it's still odd for him to forget such an important date."

Stella nodded as she tucked her legs back underneath her, tugging the hem of her skirt back down over her thighs. That was another thing she didn't understand; what did Pure Champion mean? It couldn't mean only Wheeler alone was champion, because Claudio and that other man -Samoa Joe was his name, maybe- also had belts!  So what did it mean? Should she have asked before? Would she sound dumb if she asked now?

"Did you have a good day of work today, Ms. Wilson?"

"Uh, yes."

"That's good."

"Stella, by the way."

"Hmm?" The man looked over at her. Tilting his head.

"I mean- you can call me Stella, Sir, I don't mind."

"Stella…Stella it is, then. Would you like to start calling me William then, sweetheart?"

Sweetheart? Sweetheart, sweetheart, sweetheart….

"I can if you want me to, Mr. Regal," she said after too long of a pause.

“I’d be honored, Stella.”

They sat, watching more of the show, her pretending to pay attention and him seemingly genuinely interested. 

"Are you alright, sweetheart?"William asked, as if he could tell she was nervous. He looked her in the eyes. "Is there something on your mind?"

“Nuh uh…” Sweetheart… sweetheart… why had it gone to her head so fast? Why was it getting so hard to think? He smiled softly, and she had to look away, it was making her brain short-circuit. He was so… he’s so... she tried to shake off the thought, picking up her bottle and drinking slowly… until he asked a question that startled her.

“Do you like it when I call you sweetheart, Bunny?”

“Huh?” she missed her mouth this time, spilling water on her pink top and a bit on her matching cropped blazer. “Oh, damn it!”

"Oh goodness, dear, are you alright?" His voice was quiet and full of concern for her. "Come, let me help you." 

“I’m okay… it’s just a little bit of water…” she mumbled, feeling the cold already seeping through her shirt. She looked around for any tissues. Just as she was about to reach for the box  the table, to her surprise, on the table, to her surprise, he took out a handkerchief and began to dab at the wet spot on her chest.

"There we are, sweetheart," he murmured. "Poor dear, did I startle you? You shouldn't be letting an old man like me get to you..."

She didn't answer, looking away as she felt the pressure of his hand against her chest, feeling herself getting more and more turned on with every movement and passing second. “It’s fine…”

William looked at her face in her eyes. "Oh, sweetheart…" His hand slowed slightly, and the corner of his lips curled into a small smile, though his eyes still seemed concerned. "Are you nervous?" He noticed how she hasn't answered while holding his handkerchief against her chest to dry it off. William leaned in, ever so slightly, so that the fabric of his jacket was up against her touching, her just a little bit as he looked to see her face. 

"No...I..." She stuttered. This man had her nerves all over the place. His touch and voice was enough to make all her thoughts disappear. He had such an effect on her and he didn't even have to try. Her face felt hot, her hands were shaking, and she was in serious danger of messing up her edges, the way she was sweating so much…

"Poor dear... biting your lip like that..." He murmured... he brought his face closer, his breath on her neck. "I should apologize now, sweetheart. I should have just told you my intentions from the get-go instead of teasing you so much." 

Oh. Oh.

So she hadn't been imagining it! He'd been flirting with her this whole time! She couldn't believe what was happening. She was frozen in place. Her mind was completely blank. Every time a thought came to her she felt it being blocked by his touch.

"Your intentions?” She heard herself speak.

"I've wanted you alone for quite some time, dear. You're just so... adorable." 

"What do you want with me...?" She couldn't bring herself to ask the other questions she had. Instead, she just stared at the handsome man in front of her who had completely hijacked her mind.

“Several things, but only if you let me…” William hummed. 

"Please?" Stella whispered. 

Whatever he had in mind was probably a bad idea. She had no idea how old he was, maybe just ten or twenty years older or even twice her age. Plus, he was Wheeler’s mentor and the leader of the group Chuck and Trent hated. It was dumb, it was dangerous, it was indecent. But…

God, was he fine…

He smiled as he moved her hand and fondled her breast through her blouse, seemingly relishing the little whimper that slipped from between her glossed lips.

Stella whined as his hand slid past her underwear and felt her, his fingers pressing against her pussy and rubbing her through what little the pink thong she was wearing covered. "You poor girl… have you been sitting here soaking wet this whole time? Let me take care of that."

He stood up, and she watched as he moved the table a bit. "That is, only if you want me to..."

She was speechless. She was so far gone that she couldn't even form the thoughts in her mind to say no. She couldn't believe this was happening. She had never felt like this before. So helpless, so mesmerized, so… aroused. She was frozen in place, only able to stare up at his beautiful face and his beautiful smile. It was wild how a man so much older than her had her in such a trance.

“Uh…uh huh…” was all she could manage, nodding as he pushed her skirt up and slipped her panties down her legs. What was he thinking of doing? More importantly, when was the last time anyone had done whatever he was thinking of doing to her?

"You're just too sweet, dear. So sweet…" He murmured as he kneeled in front of her. He tucked a hand under her calf and brought her leg up to rest on his shoulder. "We don't have long, Bunny, so just be good for me, okay?" He looked up at her, his eyes seemed warm and sincere, but even in her haze, she could see the lewd glint in them.

She looked away as  William’s face went between her legs and against her pussy, the wet flesh of his tongue making its way between her lips.  She covered her mouth with her hand as he kissed her up and down, adding his tongue to the action pressing in so deep his nose brushed up against her clit again and again. 

"Are you alright dear?” he murmured against her. Stella fought back a whine and tried not to not to squirm as he slowly pressed his finger into her, taking his time, then slowly thrusting them back and forth, tongue lapping at her clit. She nodded quickly, struggling to find words that weren't just “Oh fuck,” or “God, please…”.

His lips were now around her bundle of nerves, sucking against her. She whimpered out loud, thighs quivering as she tried not to move too much.

His hand gripped her thigh as he sucked at her, her hips moving a bit against his mouth “Will…” His fingers teased her as her breath hitched, slowly, achingly pumping back in forth in her, the sound of her wet lush could be heard over the soft noise of the tv. She tried not to squeeze his head between her thighs as he crooked his fingers in her, brushing against that one, precious spot… “Fuck…”

“Do you need me to stop, sweetheart?” his hand reached up and found hers, giving it a squeeze. The sight of him looking up at her from the floor almost brought her to her knees herself.

She shook her head, free hand gripping the edge of the sofa instead of tugging at his gorgeous hair like she really wanted to. She couldn’t comprehend exactly how she felt, all she knew was that if he stopped-

“No, no no no-” she panted desperately as she bucked her hips against his pretty face, gripping his hand tighter.  “Please…” he groaned against her as he nodded and continued.

Her eyes shut tight as she struggled to stay quiet, her toes curling as her thighs quivered. He quickened the motion of his fingers in her, the combined stimulation making her tear up, a knot in her lower stomach growing tighter and tighter, there was no way she wasn't close. She tossed her head back, eyes shut tight. She could feel her clit swell between his lips as an even stranger feeling overtook her, something dripping from her aching pussy, herself losing it even more as his thick fingers moved in her and against her. 

She moaned shakily into her hand as her clit began to pulse and throb, and she began to see stars.  Her hips slowed against his face and he finally came up for air. Stella tilted her head forward, gasping, and slowly opened her eyes, just as he had placed a hand on the couch for purchase as he steadied himself on his knees and toes. Oh my god, she thought as she watched him wipe at his face with his handkerchief. She really made a mess, didn’t she? She watched as he wiped something glistening off his chin. She looked down at the slick mess on her inner thighs. As if he had noticed, he let out a chuckle and took a few tissues out, wiping at her thighs for her. 

“Oh, poor Stella…” William murmured as he finished. She squeaked as he gave her clit a soft flick just before he stood up to stand between her legs, a tent beginning to grow between his own, at least from her point of view.  He walked behind the couch to dispose of the tissues in the trash. “I did all that to you, didn’t I?”

She nodded, still struggling to find words. All of that…especially…when was the last time anyone made her come like that? And all over his face too…

“May I kiss you, sweetheart?” he murmured, as he leaned down, a hand moving to cup the back of her neck. She nodded, and once again her thoughts were silenced by him. His lips were softer than she ever thought, and she moaned into his mouth as he deepened the kiss. She could taste herself on his tongue, on his lips, but she didn’t mind at all. He pulled away quicker than she’d like him to, trademark smirk now back on his lips.

“What a pretty sight you are, Miss Wilson,” the man chuckled, he stepped forward, tilting her chin up. Calm but calculating eyes looked her over. He brought a kiss to her forehead, then her lips. “Absolutely adorable, you are.” 

He stood up and took something out of his jacket pocket. Her thong! Face feeling hot, she reached for it, pouting when he raised it above her head. William smiled down at her, tilting her chin up with one hand while holding her panties up in the air with the other. "Not so fast dear.. I think you know what you have to do to get these back, don't you?"

She shook her head, confused.

"Meet me in my room, as soon as you're done hanging out with young Wheeler. But only if you wish. If not, I'll give these right back..." 

"Your room?" said Stella quietly. She probably looked to be in such a state since her mind had practically shut off completely. She looked at William with some uncertainty, but it quickly went away  once she saw the sincerity in his pretty blue eyes. She nodded her head slowly. The situation wasn’t something she needed to think hard about.

Plus, she needed that thong back. Victoria’s Secret wasn’t cheap.

He smiled, and tucked the pink thong back into the inner pocket of his suit, then pulled out a room key. “You're staying at the same hotel as we are, correct? I'm in room 319. Again, you can decline at any time, my sweet.”

She nodded, taking the room key and putting it in her purse, away from her phone so it wouldn't erase itself. "I'll g-go..."

“Good girl, I’ll be sure to make it that we have a fantastic night tog-…”

She let out a squeak at the sound of a knock at the door, and quickly made to pull her mini skirt back down over her thighs. As she did,  William walked over to the door, adjusting himself through his slacks as he did. He looked over his shoulder to make sure she was dressed, giving her a wink, before unlocking and opening the door. 

Wheeler stumbled back in, looking frazzled. "God I hate doing interviews. You okay, Bunny?" He looked over at Stella. She nodded quickly as he walked over to her. “Oh, what happened to your shirt?”

“I just spilled some water, it’s fine, I’ll change later,” she said quickly.

Claudio, flopping back down in the chair he had first sat in, looked at her with a knowing glint in his eye. “ Did you two have a good time while we were away?”

William nodded, once again leaning over the man and putting his hands on his shoulders. “I quite did. Miss Wilson here, is quite the talker.” he gave her another wink just as Wheeler turned around to face her.

“That's good!” Wheeler nodded, helping Stella to her feet. "C'mon Bunny, let's go get something to eat and watch a movie. Are you guys gonna wait for Bryan and Mox?”

“Yeah,” Claudio nodded, and William did the same. 

Stella grabbed Wheeler’s shoulder, supporting herself with his arm as she put her heels back on. She put her purse over her shoulder and gave William one last look before following Wheeler out the door.

“I look forward to seeing you again, Miss Wilson.” his voice almost stopped her in her tracks.

“You too, Mr. Regal,” she said without turning around, letting Wheeler close the door. The younger man followed her down the hall.

“See, I told you he doesn’t bite!” he laughed, giving her a playful shove.

“I know, I know…” she mumbled. 

Kiss, suck, and tease her to hell and back? Yes. 

Bite? No. At least, he hadn’t yet. 

But maybe that would change, later into the night…

~ To be continued~