#mellow drama falls

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“Now that I’m a man, I’ve got facial hair!’

[eds6ngel]

Can I request a Steve Harrington fic please?

Him and the reader are always throwing insults back and forth to eachother (enemies to lovers if you will) they’re both at a party, the reader on their own on the couch and Steve comes over to “bother” her. While bothering the reader he sees a girl he used to hook up with but told her that he can’t see her anymore (you can pick the reason why) and he begs the reader to act like his new girl for the rest of the night. He makes her pretend that they’re going up to a room for you know what👀 and the rest is up to you <3

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steve harrington x fem!afab!reader

summary: with yours and steve's feud hitting the four-year mark, what will happen when you have to pretend to be his girlfriend for the night?

warnings: SMUT!! fem!afab!reader. unprotected p in v (pull-out method.) fingering. hickeys. kissing. consent checks. use of pet names (honey, baby, babe.) swearing. alcohol and drug use (everything is still consensual !!) r is 17, steve is 18. some angst and hurt in the middle. fluff and comfort at the end. [3.2k.]

a/n: thank you for requesting, lovely!! sorry it took so long, i experienced some writing slump :') but here you go!! i hope this is what you wished for ♡

To say that Steve and you didn’t get along would be an… understatement.

It all started when you joined Hawkins High in freshman year, Steve a sophomore. Tommy and Carol had decided it would be a fun idea to encourage Steve to target another one of the poor drama students, slowly adding to his ‘King Steve’ status.

However, what Steve thought would be an easy way to keep you down was quickly proven wrong. What he thought would be an easy bully session soon turned into an equal sparked feud.

Every morning at Hawkins High would be Steve turning up to your locker to bother you, you snapping back at him, before you both went your separate ways to class.

Tonight, Tina had invited you over to her house party to celebrate the end of the school year. You were thankful junior year was finally over, and Steve was grateful he actually managed to graduate.

You weren’t much of a partier, so to speak, so Eddie Munson always offered you some weed, which you were very grateful for. It helped mellow out the loud sounds of music and drunken states of sloppy teenagers.

However, like always, ‘King Steve’ (although, he had recently lost that title) came striding over to where you were relaxing on the vodka-stained couch.

“Of course you’re not partying. Why am I even surprised? How much did you suck Munson’s dick to get that bag?”

You scoff, taking another puff of your cig, “Not one bit, actually. Not all guys think with their dicks and some are actually nice around here. He doesn’t need to compensate like you do.”

He whistles as you stand up, smirking as you take a sip from the glass of whiskey in your right hand, “Oh yeah? And what makes you think my dick is so—”

However, Steve falls into a stunned silence as he notices someone very familiar behind you.

“So small? Well, I’ll have you know—”

“I need you to be my girlfriend.”

You splutter on the drink, coughing as you regain your breath, “Fucking hell, Harrington. Are you seriously that desperate—”

“Stephanie,” he blurts out, “She’s my ex-fling and I told her I couldn’t hook up with her anymore as I’d fallen in love with someone else and I need you to pretend to be that someone.”

You shake your head and laugh, “Uh… Yeah, that’s gonna have to be a no.”

About to turn around, Steve grabs your arm at the last minute. Damn, he must’ve really fucked things up for himself.

“Will you just do it? Every other girl in here I’ve either fucked or hates my guts, so—”

“I literally hate you as well, dickwad,” you cut him off, giving him a deadpan expression.

He leans in closer to your face, his eyes pleading as he says in a low whisper, “Yeah, but you’re also the only drama student I know, and if it’s anyone who can help me get out of this situation, it’s you.”

You take a deep breath in, before putting your joint out in the ashtray and your whiskey on the table, “Fine,” you arms flail, “But you better re-pay me for this… What do you need me to do?”

“So, this is the girl you fell for?”

Stephanie was definitely the IT girl around Hawkins. Beautiful blonde perm, luscious lashes, perfectly-shaped nails and an hourglass figure. Her entire outward persona made you feel extremely self-conscious, the whole story becoming even more unbelievable to you.

Steve wraps his arm around your waist, you trying to hide any signs of discomfort, “Sure is. This is my gorgeous girlfriend.”

Stephanie and her friends cackle, almost on level with a witches laugh, “You’re joking. Seriously? This freak?”

That word just made you shrivel up into a ball. You wanted to leave, to run away, to cry into your pillows. You could take insults from the guys, they would never understand what it was like to live in your shoes. But other girls? Women who went through the same universal experience as you living in this century? That stung. That cut deep.

“Steve, just leave it. This is ridiculous—”

But, before you can make your attempt at escaping, Steve grabs tightly onto your upper arm, “Yeah, actually, she is a freak. And for that reason, she makes a much better time than you ever did.”

Stephanie gasps, putting a hand to her heart, “Oh screw you and your shitty girlfriend, Harrington!”

“You know what?” he taps his chin with his finger, “I think that actually sounds like a great idea. You wanna head upstairs, babe?”

You nod subtly, “Yeah. Um… sure.”

“Sweet,” he takes a hold of your hand, “Don’t worry Steph, I’m sure someone else around here will happily take you for a good time.”

He winks, Stephanie scoffing and rolling her eyes, turning her back as the two of you make your way up to one of the spare bedrooms in Tina’s house. Lucky for you, the first room you came across was empty, not having to face the disgusting consequences of seeing two classmates going at it on the bed.

You’ve already parted from Steve, walking over to the other side of the room, hands interlinked behind your head as Steve closes the door.

He tries to make his way over to you, reasoning, “Look, I didn’t know she was going to call you that, I just—”

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Steve?” you yell at him, tears streaming down your cheeks, breaths coming out ragged as you struggle to catch them in your throat.

“How is this my fault? I didn’t call you that! I didn’t know she was going to say that!” his voice rises, matching the volume of your own.

“Do you even know what it’s like to get bullied by someone of the same gender as you? It’s humiliating! If I can’t trust another girl to be nice, then how can I—”

“Actually, I do!”

His statement shocks you into silence. When in the world has Steve Harrington ever been bullied? He’s been king of the school for almost four years now. He was the bully himself.

“Look,” he takes your wrist, guiding you to sit on the edge of the bed, “This whole bullying thing that happened, I…”

He takes a deep breath, afraid to admit the real truth about their ongoing four-year feud.

“Tommy and Carol forced me into it. They told me to target you, and like the stupid person I was at the time, I followed through. But…”

Your eyes are filled with confusion, looking at the brown-haired boy with intrigue, his expressions confusing you, nervous as to what he was about to say.

“The longer it went on, the more I started noticing things about you. I saw the way you would doodle little animals in your notebook in Biology, the way you would always order the same food for lunch, Mac & Cheese, mashed potatoes and—”

“And carrots…” you finish off his sentence, looking at him with pure shock. But, the emotion quickly turns back into that same anger, “But… if you paid that much attention to me, why did you continue to target me? Even when you ditched Tommy and Carol, you still fucking continued—”

He sighs, frustrated and disappointed in himself, “Because… I was frankly embarrassed to be with you, which is 100% a me problem, nothing to do with you. I still couldn’t let go of the fact that I could fall in love with someone who wasn’t ‘popular.’ I kept bullying you in hopes that you would hate my guts so much that even the pure idea of dating you would be impossible. Which is probably true now, so… mission accomplished for me, I guess…”

His hand was holding yours now, you giving it a small squeeze as you replied, “I don’t hate your guts, Steve. I just…”

Always something else. You still hated him. You had to. He convinced himself of that.

“I saw you bully everyone else, and you hurt a lot of fucking people. I didn’t want to let you win. It wasn’t that I hated you, I just didn’t want to let my guard down. Didn’t wanna act like I did with Stephanie down there.”

Steve notices you grit your teeth at that. You were angry with yourself. Angry with your insecurities, your weaknesses, your lack of ability to so easily defend yourself from everyone.

“So… I continued to fight back. I needed to be strong. I couldn’t let myself break after all these years. I would only stop when you did which… I guess is now.”

You look up into his eyes. You don’t know whether he got closer or you did, or maybe you both closed some distance. Maybe your bodies were trying to tell you something your brains were actively fighting against.

“So…” Steve gulps, “You don’t hate me?”

You laugh softly, grinning from ear to ear. Steve had waited to see that up close for years.

“No, Steve. I don’t hate you. I never did hate you. I just rebutted off of your hatred of me.”

He chuckles, “Well, I don’t hate you either. In fact, I think I said a very different word to describe how I feel about you.”

He was the one leaning closer now. His attitude taking more of a flirtatious tone, eyes staring completely into yours, a mood you’d much rather reciprocate for a long period of time.

“You sure did.”

“And you don’t mind?”

“Absolutely not.”

He grins, lips hovering just above yours, “So I assume you wouldn’t mind if I also did this.”

You manage to purr out an “Absolutely not,” before slotting your lips between his.

Your hand naturally went out to cup his cheek, his palms resting neatly on your waist, gripping your dress tightly, wishing to feel your natural skin against him.

The kisses quickly turn desperate, a plea in the form of a whine escaping your throat as Steve takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

He lightly taps your exposed thigh, “Come on, pretty girl. Get on top of me.”

You turn to putty in his hands, following his exact orders as you swing your right leg over his body, straddling his lap. Both of your hands remain on either side of his face, his hands sliding lower, perching under the curves of your ass.

The desperation seeps from both of you, your teeth and tongues attacking each other’s necks like a dog in heat, leaving love marks on every inch you had access to.

Your hands explore underneath his shirt, feeling the sparse hairs of his happy trail tickle against your soft skin. Steve’s arms are already guiding yours, lifting his shirt over his head and throwing it to the floor behind you.

You can’t help but let your body take over from your mind, your hands roaming completely over his chest, feeling every muscle and curve he had to give. It was yours now. All yours.

Steve had taken his time tracing your thighs in his fingertips whilst you were divulging in his neck, ever so slowly pushing your dress upwards, bunched up against your waist.

“Can I? Will you let me, honey?” he asks, fingers sitting at the waistband of your panties.

“Do what you need to, baby,” you reply in a sultry tone, lips moving to his collarbone. However, as you soon found out, your lips wouldn’t be attached for much longer.

Steve didn’t even need much preparation. A quick slide up your slit, coating his fingers in your juices and he was slipping his middle and ring finger into your hole.

“Oh fuck, Steve,” you moan out, head falling back, eyes closing as you bask in the pleasure.

“Yeah, honey? Like the feeling of my fingers inside you?”

Your nails dig into his shoulder blades, leaving red marks as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. Despite this being your first time together, it feels as if he knows your body inside and out, catching all the right spots to send you to Heaven, fingers moving at just the right pace, curling into the perfect spot.

“Uh huh. You’re so good at this, baby.”

Baby, baby, baby. He could listen to that pet name escape your mouth every single day, especially if it was being whimpered from your vocal chords. The exact throaty strangle he needed to hear.

There’s a sudden curl of his fingers that make you shiver, Steve chuckling as he teases, “Yeah? That the spot, honey? Got you figured out already?”

“Mhm, Jesus, babe.”

“You wanna cum on my fingers, is that it? Fall apart for me, honey?” he taunts, you trying your hardest not to rock back onto them, bringing yourself closer to your release.

“Not on— Fuck, not on your fingers, baby…” Your hand snakes down to the bump formed in his jeans, pressing your palm to it as Steve lets out a groan.

“Oh, you wanna cum on my cock, is that it, honey? Wanna ride me?”

You nod ferociously, “Yeah, yeah. Wanna cum on your fat cock.”

Steve pulls his fingers out of you in an instant, you leaning down to un-do his belt, him shifting the material down his legs along with his boxers.

Your statement about his cock being fat was apparently no lie. His dick hit his stomach, slightly curved to the right, cut, and had to be around 6 inches, a girth of over 5.

You had to contain yourself from drooling, grabbing his dick in your hand and rubbing it against your soaking pussy.

The mere touch of your hand around him had him containing a moan, watching in delight as you lined yourself up above him.

“You good?” you ask him, making sure he’s on the same line of thought as you. This was all so sudden after all, you had to make sure.

“Better than ever, babe.”

You took that as your cue to sink down onto his cock, moans filling the air as Steve gripped onto your ass tighter, ready to guide you if you needed.

“Can I move? Please let me move, Steve. It’s okay, I’m good.”

“Take it away, honey. You can call the shots here.”

“Okay…” you whisper as you lift yourself up, before slamming back down, Steve letting out a choked moan. Soon enough, you begin to find a steady rhythm, your wetness allowing for a ‘slosh’ sound to fill the atmosphere every single time you lowered yourself. With Steve’s balls hitting your ass, it’s like you transcended into Heaven. Why did you ever have meaningless hook-ups when it feels this good with a man who loves you?

Not giving as much as he’d liked earlier, his teeth attack your neck again, pulling and tugging on the skin before soothing it with his warm tongue. His hands help guide you up and down, him trying his hardest not to thrust his hips up into yours. He let you be in control here, and he wasn’t going to take over that unless he needed to.

Your hands come to cup the back of his head, eyes closed as your practically squished up against his face, letting him lean into your chest, feeling his lips press tender kisses between your breasts.

“Ah, ah, ah” is all that can escape your mouth. You’re too far gone at this point. You didn’t even realise the pace of your hips were slowing until Steve’s grunts increased and his cock was hitting a spot so far back that you didn’t know it existed. But, all that you cared is it felt good. Really good.

You could feel the knot begin to tighten in the pit of your stomach, even Steve’s thrusts becoming sloppy, uneven, his cock twitching inside of you, ready to burst any second.

“Shit, gonna cum soon, babe. Where do you want it?”

“I’m close too, baby,” you pant, “I’m not on anything, so my stomach, please.”

“Gonna hold off for you, honey. Wanna feel you tighten around me. Wanna feel you strangle my cock. Can you do that for me? Strangle my cock?”

“Uh huh,” you nod, basically becoming limp in his arms as he continues to pound up into you, your release building and building, before the tide quickly spills over.

“Shit, you’re so tight, honey. Such a good girl for me, fuck.”

Steve is struggling to hold off. The loud noises you are moaning directly into his ear, combined with the tightening of your walls around his cock has him gripping your ass for dear life.

As soon as your moans begin to settle, he quickly pulls out of you, beating his cock until his head is thrown back, four spurts of his cum landing onto your stomach, the rest pooling around his hand and falling onto his happy trail.

You’re sat on his thigh, head leaning against his shoulder as you both pant, his hands now tracing circles on either side of your waist, trying to catch your breaths and enter your post-orgasm hazes.

“Fuck, you’re amazing,” Steve lets out, lifting your chin so he can lean the side of his face against yours, a sloppy kiss being pressed to your cheek. “I love you so much, and I know that’s really soon, so don’t feel pressured to say it back, but… I just needed to say it again.”

“It’s okay,” you nod, “I get it. It is a lot and I’ll say it in due time, okay? And hey… you’re pretty fucking amazing too. But…”

Steve begins to panic at that, but your next words just make the two of you laugh, “The feeling of your cum drying on my stomach is not as pleasant, I’m afraid.”

Holding onto your hips, he stands up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carries you to the bathroom to clean you up. “Don’t worry honey, I got you. You just relax for me whilst I get you cleaned up.”

“M’kay… Thank you… for everything.”

He smiles at you, wiping the cum from your stomach with some toilet paper before throwing it in the trash can. He looks back at you, admiring your blissed out state. Your make-up was ruined, hair astray, but you never looked more beautiful to him.

He holds your chin as you slot your lips together once again, him mumbling, “’Course beautiful girl. You deserve it, ‘kay? Now… Tina won’t mind us sleeping in here, right?”

You shake your head, “Should be fine, baby. A sleep sounds good right now.”

“Mmm,” he mumbles, lifting you up into his arms from where you were perched on the toilet seat, carrying you back to the bed and tucking you in, before climbing in next to you.

He wraps his arm around your waist, dragging you closer to him as he presses one final kiss to your cheek. “Goodnight, honey.”

“Night, baby.”

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- 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑢𝑙𝑢𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑠 𝑎 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡 𝑦/𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑡... ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦/𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑖𝑑𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑒 ( 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑘, 𝑛𝑢𝑑𝑔𝑒 𝑛𝑢𝑑𝑔𝑒 )

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑐𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑠, 𝑐𝑢𝑚 𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑢𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝, 𝑝𝑒𝑡 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠 [ 𝑚𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑟, 𝑚𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 ], 𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑏𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, ( 𝑎𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑐 ) 𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑙𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠?, 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 :𝑝

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑢𝑙𝑢𝑠 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑥 𝑓𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒: 𝑠ℎ𝑒/ℎ𝑒𝑟

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he knew her habits by now because he did the same thing: stay up, sneak away, study, review, study, sneak in, get a few hours of sleep, repeat. regulus couldn't even begin to attempt to count the amount of times he'd seen y/n with parchments and books surrounding her as she sat at the table. she'd never look up at him, no, but he knew she knew he was there.

now regulus tugged on his baggy slytherin sweater and quietly moved to the bathroom in his room. washing his hands and face with warm water helped ease his nerves and soothe his anxiousness. patting his face dry with the fluffy viridian handtowel helped him relax. with one last look in the mirror, he nodded to himself and abruptly turned on his heel.

he answered the questions on his review on the silent walk to the library. however he did on his test would be the final grade on his report card. no amount of extra credit could save his O's if he missed more than six questions, and as the perfectionist he's known to be, Regulus strives to miss nothing.

finally he reached the library. Regulus folded his parchments and tucked them into a pocket. he followed the soft glow of candles and found her.

as always, her hair was tied back and her outerwear was shed to reveal the contrast of the bright white button down against her stunning skin.

"you ought to be sleeping, y/l/n," regulus stated monotonously as he slinked over to y/n's table.

as predicted, she didn't look up. "yet you happen to be up at this hour as well."

"yes," regulus answered. "i'va figured i should come study."

y/n let out an unexpected laugh. she looked up to see regulusmove to stand angled so y/n could see him. he leaned against the table, watching her amused expression mellow out. "well then, why must you bother me?" she questioned curiously.

regulus tilted his head. "i do not understand you. you practically surpass all the students in our year, smarts wise... Why do you feel the need to study so much?"

y/n leaned back in her chair, a mischevious but mildly surprised smile playing on her lips. "i love that you basically just complimented me and told me you think about me, both within thirty seconds."

Regulus's eyes twitched.

"However," she began again, "I can quiet the voices when I'm learning, reviewing. We're all constantly surrounded by conflict, drama, sex, drugs, money, family issues..." she shrugged. "I find it comforting to drown myself in knowledge until I fall unconscious."

somewhat speechless, Regulus blinked. He wasn't expecting such a blunt, personal answer. A flare of irritation sparked in his belly. "You frustrate me to an unspeakable extent," he murmured.

Silence wrapped around the pair as y/n debated if she truly wanted to say what she'd been thinking about.

"Oh?" her low voice taunted Regulus in an intimate way. "Is... Is there anything you plan on doing about that?"

In the blink of an eye, Regulus moved in front of y/n. He pressed his lips to hers and kissed her with such fervor y/n grasped desperately at Regulus's locks. A low groan left the youngest Black sibling as he reached behind him to wildly shove away y/n's parchments and books. He lifted her up and placed her on the table.

y/n pulled away panting. "fuck, you're stunning," she whispered..

Regulus hid his blush. Swallowing, he moved his hands to firmly hold y/n's hips against his pelvis and embarrassingly prominent boner. "Are you... gonna let me eat you out?"

His voice was shaky, despite his knowledge of making his last two girlfriends orgasm with just his tongue.

his nervousness made y/n melt. "yeah," she breathed, smiling crookedly at his anxiousness.

with a renewal of nerves, Regulus swiftly unbuttoned y/n's pants and pulled them down. his next movements were stalled; y/n reached down to pull Regulus up to kiss him again. Regulus's legs slotted between y/n's as his tongue fought with y/n's.

unconsciously y/n's hips jerked up to grind onto what happened to be Regulus's aching cock. With labored breaths, Regulus pulled away again and resumed his position on his knees. Prying y/n's legs apart, Regulus assumed the candles had to have been enchanted not to go out anytime soon.

The raven haired boy trailed a finger down y/n's thigh over her clothed cunt. He savored the little shiver y/n unsuccessfully tried to hide. y/n's stomach fluttered when Regulus (who looked amazing on his knees) locked eyes with y/n, his hungry eyes and clenched jaw made y/n crave some naughty actions.

"Shit," y/n cussed. Her eyes closed and she rested her head against a bookshelf, Reggie's feather-light touching making her crazy.

"Say it."

Regulus's growled command made y/n's head press further into the aged wood supporting her neck.

"Please," she murmured, biting her lip from giving him what he really wanted.

Regulus groaned. "Merlin, y/n. Say. It. Beg."

y/n groaned. "Please, Black. Touch me, please. I need you, like, yesterday."

A laugh escaped Regulus. He finally pulled y/n's underwear down and took in her glistening folds in the soft candlelight. "Look at you," he spoke aloud, in awe and desire.

y/n tried to create friction by pivoting her hips upward, but the surprisingly strong hold Regulus kept on her hips prevented that from happening.

At last, Regulus licked a teasing stripe up y/n's dripping pussy. Her juices danced on his tastebuds as Regulus moved to burrow himself in her. Her muffled whimpers only spurred Regulus's movements on.

One of y/n's hands held tight to Reggie's black curls while the other clutched at the table to ground her. The sounds leaving her mouth were lewd, and she kicked herself for falling apart in her academic rival's hands (or, in this case, mouth ;-).

After Merlin knows how long, Regulus, panting, pulled himself away from the nectar-y mess in between y/n's thighs. Her pathetic whine made Regulus coo as he looked up at her state. Her eyes were squeezed closed in pleasure, her hair was a mess, her lips were plump and dark from kissing and biting. She truly didn't know how deep Regulus's feeling went.

"Pleasepleaseplease," she begged. "I need your tongue, Regulus, please. Y'Make me feel so good- shit," she babbled. Regulus slipped a finger into her pussy, eyes full of lust.

He slowly pushed in two, her breathless squeal doing a number to Regulus's restraint. "Stay quiet," he ordered, voice low.

He pulled his fingers out of y/n's greedy cunt and stuck them in his mouth, all the while watching y/n. He moved both arms to hook over y/n's thighs to keep them right were he wanted them and then dived in.

(a/n: wtf i need sleep sotry if this is attrocius)

He attached his lips to her clit, kissing and sucking and licking everywhere, eating her out like his last meal. Regulus heard her barely contained screams and continued his pleasurable assult on her most private area. His own groans vibrated deliciously on y/n's core, and Regulus could swear he felt better than y/n did. Her needy whimpers, the jolting of her hips, her taste- it was fucking consuming.

There, smothered between her thighs, Regulus didn't care about anything else in the world. He didn't care he'd finessed his way between y/n legs or any damn tests, he knew he loved the thrill of her. He loved glancing over his goblet in the Great Hall to see her reading some book with a fond smile on her face, loved the irritated looks y/n would send him on the occasion he did something better than her, he loved it all.

When she came, she came hard. Her back arched (somewhat) awkwardly, her mouth thrown open in a silent scream, eyes screwed shut: it was absolute bliss. Regulus let her use him to chase her high, surprisingly the feeling of being used by her.

He pulled away slowly, dragging his digits through some of the dripping liquid from her thighs and placing them into his mouth. "You taste... exquisite, mon ange," he praised. His throbbing boner painfully grabbed his attention, but he would turn to the showers for that; he didn't want to move to fast or do anything wrong. After adjusting his crotch, Regulus grabbed his wand and murmured quick spells, cleaning up the mess from the floor. He pulled out another small handtowel, but a baby blue color instead of dark green. He carefully cleaned y/n up and then moved to his feet. His joints popped as he picked up y/n's discarded clothes. He folded them nicely and set them beside her. Regulus started gathering y/n's reviewing materials and hushed her when she began to protest. When completed, he set everything into her satchel thingy (or whatever she called it) and set it on his shoulder. Regulus turned back to face y/n and grabbed her clothes. He slowly put her underwear and pants back on and stepped back.

Her limp body was pressed up against the library as she fought sleep. Regulus let out a little chuckle. Oh how pure she looked after doing very not pure and exhausting things. "C'mon, pretty. You're staying with me tonight," he explained, holding his hands out for y/n to take.

The fucked out teen took his hand and stood up, stumbling and falling into Regulus's prepared arms. He cooed softly when her arms wrapped around his waist tiredly. He smoothed her hair down. "We need to go, mon amour. We'll get you some sleep, yeah?"

She sighed and grumbled something unintelligible, but let Regulus practically drag her to the Slytherin common room.

He picked her up bridal style and moved to his freakishly big prefect room. He left the bedside light on, so he could leave the big light off. Regulus set her down on his cold silk sheets. "Do you want to change your clothes?" he asked quietly.

y/n nodded. "Jus' don't leave."

With great care, the raven haired boy carefully replaced y/n's pants for a pair of his sweats and her shirt and jacket for one of his sweaters. Regulus tucked her in and showered quickly, copying her new outfit. He slid into the bed with y/n, heart and eyes swelling with emotion when she scooted closer to his warmth.

With one last kiss to her forhead, Regulus fell asleep.

[churipu]

Hi, may i request jjk men s/o is like roxana agriche ? If you don't know her, she was described as a ravishingly beautiful young woman with wavy golden hair that reaches below her waist and long lashes framing her crimson eyes. She often wears elegant dresses with butterfly motifs. Thank youuuu,! ❤️

ROXANNE ! — JJK MEN AND THEIR "ROXANA AGRICHE" PARTNER

featuring. gojo satoru, toji fushiguro, sukuna ryomen x reader

warnings. cursing

note. hi anon! i took some time into looking into roxana agriche and her personality. i could see sources saying she's a cunning person and somehow manipulative to get what she wants + she's mellow voiced and poised too. i don't read the series, so i hope i didn't butcher your request. thank you for requesting anon, i hope you enjoy this!

GOJO SATORU. he loves how calm you are at times — but with his energetic nature, on other times he feels like you should try to loosen up. sure you do laugh at his jokes, or pop a smile every once in a while. gojo loves you.

he just wishes you'd loosen up, with him. only him.

he finds your personality endearing and unique. that's why he fell in the first place, you managed to fool him the first time you both met — and ever since that day, he's been so interested in you (eventually falling in love with you).

you're such an unique person, with your various colored butterfly motive dresses that's now carved into a personality, your cool as a cucumber personality.

believe me when i said he took a long time chasing after you, trying to make you fall for him, he's done everything. get you chocolates, get you flowers, pizza, kikufuku. and one day you just accepted him and boom! he's your boyfriend.

but sometimes, he feels like he isn't. and it's starting to etch into his mind that you were just using him.

"satoru, are you listening to me?"

"are you using me?" you looked at him with that eyes of yours, that somehow looked so empty it scares gojo sometimes. you were silent, so gojo decided to speak again, "did you accept me out of pity?"

no. the answer is no. you do really like him, you're in love with him. people around you perceive you as someone cunning and manipulative — that you just had to...keep up with it. you felt like showing other things would be such a weakness.

"why are you saying that? have you been watching those sappy weird dramas again?" gojo heaved out a sigh.

"just because you say that you love me, doesn't mean i feel loved by you." okay, your relationship was in a verge of crumbling away right now and you honestly didn't know what to do, "are you listenin' to me. y/n?"

"i am."

"say something about it then."

it was either this whole personality, or gojo, "i do love you, satoru," you tell him, "and i apologize if i don't make you feel loved, that is completely a mistake in my part. you do a lot of things for me, and..i don't do as much for you. i apologize for that."

it will always be gojo over this whole personality, weakness and stuff.

hearing the word "apologize" made gojo flutter, you weren't really the type to apologize in the first place, so this all seemed like a fever dream to him, "i know 'm not doing much for you right now, but i do love you— and, i just...don't know how to show it to you. i'm so sorry."

you're a person of your own words, gojo felt loved, and you felt loved. it was a total win for the both of you.

TOJI FUSHIGURO. he could care less about your whole personality or how much people hate it, in fact, your personality is one of the thing he loves most about you. other than that, there is one thing that he doesn't like about you.

he hates how beautiful you are. let's be real, as much as toji tries to show himself off as a bold and macho man — he's human too, and i feel like sometimes he feels a little insecure and scared. scared that you'll find someone better than him, then leave.

although he's never said that directly to your face, he shows it to you. and you knew, but also said nothing about his behavior. toji is an assassin, he's a sorcerer killer, he gets missions that required a long time. and in those times, he couldn't help but to think that you'll leave him to find someone better.

someone who could be there for you. someone obviously more perfect.

and as much as you don't show it to him, he's the most perfect. you'd never tell him that indirectly, but you show it through your actions. after all, actions do speak louder than words, right?

"what is your motive, toji?" you murmur into his shoulder— the male has been indubitably clingy for the past couple of hours, it was starting to get suspicious.

"what? 'm not allowed to hug my own partner now or something?" he retorted back.

"you're acting quite odd."

toji stayed mute. and it was obvious what he was doing, when everyone couldn't see right through him— there you were, reading him like an open book, "don't understand what you're talkin' 'bout."

you rubbed your hand on the back of his head, "i know you understand what i'm talking about," his body visibly flinches, but you paid no mind to that, your fingers trailing small circles on his nape, "what is it that you're afraid of?"

toji knew he could never lie to you, "you. leaving."

you pressed a kiss on to the side of his face, "well, you're worried over nothing. i'm not leaving you, not now at least."

toji pulls away, narrowing his eyes at you.

"hey, you never know when i'll die."

like hell toji would let that happen.

SUKUNA RYOMEN. like toji, he loves your personality — he's a brash person, and you were a cool headed person. name a better duo than that. often he'd find himself the one to ramble a lot in the relationship, complaining about how people are such shitty beings and how he'd rather be a rock.

one thing he despises is when people turn their heads to take a double-look at you whenever you both go out, it always annoyed him how people don't understand why he was there with you. or how it wasn't obvious enough that you were taken. by him.

"fucking shits."

you couldn't help but to smile at his fits of cursing, smiling lightly as you look up at him, "what's the matter?"

"'m seconds away from gauging their eyes.." sukuna mumbles out, scratching the back of his head sheepishly — he's a jealous person, there's no doubt to that of course, it's quite obvious is it not? what belongs to his is only his, nobody else's.

"how adorable."

sukuna despises it when you call him adorable, or how calm you are even if you know people turn their heads to look at you. he never asks you about it or why you never said anything to them, but he didn't like it, he wanted you to say something; show him off to these people, show him that he's yours too.

"are you jealous?"

"..no." hesitation was his enemy, with the slightest bit of pause — you could tell that he's lying through his words.

"do you perhaps want to go back home then?" home was the best place for you both (sukuna thinks, because he has your full attention and he doesn't have to worry about other people). he nodded his head and rolled his eyes.

"you should stop wearing these..dresses. wear them just for me," he mutters out.

"so you are jealous?"

"'m not. just saying."

he is jealous.

© CHURIPU 2023 , DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ANYWHERE !

[oleksiak-pettersson]

Pick Me - Elias Pettersson

howdy hey everybody! It's been a hot minute... sorry not sorry.

this is the first part of a three part series i've been cooking up in my head for a few years now. I want to emphasize that this is set in a completely fictional world and is complete AU. The Canucks featured in this fic don't play hockey in the story. The timeline is also not accurate to real life.

warnings: angst, a certain celebrity featured as the villain, pregnancy, labour, swearing, this is an AU, only Quinn still plays hockey, almost cheating, emotional cheating in a way (will be expanded on more in the next parts)

word count: 4.5k

Pick Me | Choose Me | Love Me

There’s nothing better than the warmth of a comforter wrapped around your body. You pull it closer around your body, not caring if it leaves your lover without.

Your eyes blink open slowly, arms clutching the pregnancy pillow to your chest, comforter wrapped around the pillow and over your body.

As your eyes blink open, once, twice, a third time, you notice that at some point in your restful slumber, you’d stolen the comforter completely from your husband. Never one to complain, Elias must’ve grabbed the second duvet from the hall closet.

Your husband is lingering in the bathroom, you can hear the sink running as he goes about his morning routine.

He must notice you moving, as he approaches softly. He’s freshly showered and the smile on his face is soft and mellow in the morning light.

“Hi,” you murmur, taking in his beauty as it’s illuminated by the golden sun. His blue eyes twinkle with fondness as they take in your sleepy form.

You stretch a little, turning over to the side of the bed he sits on. His hand comes up and brushes a stray eyelash from your cheek. He holds it up to show you and let you make a wish, a simple gesture you taught him in your early stages of dating. There’s a kind of tenderness to his touch that no one else could quite possess.

“Hi.” Elias smiles back, hand falling from your face to hold yours. “How did you sleep?”

“So good, these two didn’t move a bit.” You prop yourself up against the headboard, free hand coming to rest on your belly.

“Probably too exhausted from kicking you all day yesterday,” Elias jokes, his smile causing his eyes to crinkle. He leans forward and presses his lips against yours. It’s a soft and sweet kiss. His mouth is minty fresh from brushing his teeth and it makes you smile.

He’s slow to pull away and you chase his mouth as he goes. He chuckles softly, hand caressing your cheek. 

“I’ve got to go meet Brock and Quinn soon for golf, I made you breakfast, it’s on the counter,” he announces, standing back up and stretching.

“What no in bed delivery? The service here sucks,” you lilt, the teasing evident in your voice. Ever the drama Queen, Elias rolls his eyes leaning down to press a kiss on your forehead.

“I’ll be back this afternoon, call or text if you need anything.” And with that he’s out the door.

You stretch as you get up, your back cracks and your belly feels heavier than normal. You feel like you’re resting lower than yesterday and there’s a weird feeling settling in your gut. You shake it off though, pulling on your lounging outfit. Your doctor had warned you about Braxton hicks contractions and you were sure that this feeling in your belly had to be that.

Your due date was fast approaching and you couldn’t wait. Pregnancy is hard enough but when you’re carrying twins it’s a whole other beast. You’re incredibly lucky to have such a kind partner who has taken such good care of you. Elias’ job as a content creator allows him to control his hours, unlike his good friend Quinn who captains the local Vancouver NHL team and whose schedule is rigid with intense travel.

It’s a slow waddle to the kitchen and you take it slow. One of your cats lounges in the middle of the hallway and you have to gently nudge her from your path with your foot. She mewls in uproar but does nothing to stop her movement. You have to lean against the wall in support to move her and your stomach twists once again. You take a breather against the wall, staring up at the popcorn ceiling.

Upon finally reaching the kitchen, you feel the need to sit down. The kitchen island chairs look incredibly unsupportive and the kitchen table has the worst chairs for relaxing. You let out a huff at the idea of having to move into the living room.

Your breakfast is still warm and you bring it into the living room to relax on the couch. The pain isn’t slowing down but instead seems to be moving up your back.

It’s just Braxton Hicks, you think. There’s no way I’m going into labour.

You find a comfortable position on the couch and rest your plate on your belly. Your feet come up to rest on the coffee table and you flick through the channels. 

The scrambled eggs and toast is just what you needed. The pain in your gut quells a little and you find the perfect spot on the couch to rest. There’s a throw blanket hanging on the back of the couch and you pull it over yourself.

Both cats follow your lead and curl up near you on the couch. You hold your hand out trying to call either into your lap, but neither take the bait. You sigh, moving slightly in an attempt to tuck the blanket under yourself but giving up quickly as you tire.

The curtains that cover the living room windows are wide open and the light from the mild spring day is bright but you can’t find it in yourself to get up. The simplest of actions, getting up and getting food, have exhausted you and your eyelids begin to feel heavy.

//

You wake up with a jolt of pain that causes your whole body to cease. The groan that leaves your mouth causes both cats to jump up from the couch and disappear down the hall.

The pain is intense and you briefly can’t move. It’s over as quick as it came on. You sit up on the couch trying to regulate your breathing. Your heart is racing as you throw the blanket off of your body and stand up. 

There’s no more denying it. You’re in labour. You need to find your phone and get a hold of your husband. It’s time.

The waddle down the hallway back to your bedroom feels like an eternity, you know there’s time before your next contraction will ripple through your body but you still feel a bit panicked. You twist your wedding ring around your finger as you go, trying anything to calm the fog of anxiety that’s beginning to descend around you.

Your phone is where you left it the night before, on the nightstand still plugged in to the charger. You’ve got a single notification, a text from Elias’ coworker Natasha Dion, inviting you out for brunch next week.

But there’s no time to respond to her. You need Elias. You perch yourself on the bed, legs holding you up as you focus on your phone.

You quickly unlock the phone, your face ID failing you - forcing a password attempt that you’re not too sure how you even managed to get the numbers correct. You close the instagram app sloppily, a leftover from last night's pre-bed scrolling session, and open your phone app.

Elias’ contact is the most recent number you’ve called and you waste no time clicking on it.

The phone dials up and the line begins to ring. You stifle a sob and try to take a deep breath as the line continues to ring. Your free hand cradles your belly. One of the twins moves beneath your hand, causing a little chuckle to leave your mouth.

“Mama will see you soon,” you murmur, the line continuing to ring in your ear.

Suddenly there’s a beep and Elias’ voice comes through. “Hey, you’ve reached Petey. Can’t get to the phone right now but leave a message and I’ll get back to you.”

“Shit,” you curse and then the beep sounds through. “Hi babe, it's me. Um, I think I’m in labour and I need you to get home uh, right away? Call me back please.”

You take another breath, trying to remember what they taught you in Lamaze class. You flick through your brain trying to recall the class you practised breathing. You can see the teacher saying something in your mind but you can’t hear it, you were too focussed on the feeling of your husband's rock hard abs against your back. It certainly hadn’t helped your breathing, to the point that the teacher had come over and corrected your breathing. Again though, Elias’ breath on your shoulder had distracted you.

Goddamn your sexy husband and his too-hot-to-handle existence. 

You decide to send him a text too.

To Hubby: Hi babe, can you call when you can? I’m pretty sure I’m in labour…

Another contraction convulses through your body. Your spine feels like it’s on fire and your belly tightens. You cry out vocally, trying to breathe rhythmically. You let yourself fall back against the pillows, just trying to get through the pain. You dig your fingers into the comforter, eyes screwing shut. It’s way worse than any period cramp you’ve ever had and you find yourself cursing your husband under your breath. Of course he can’t fucking be reached right now. Asshat.

Once the pain eases, you force yourself back up and grab your phone. There’s no new notifications and you resist the urge to cry. Then it hits you, Elias is golfing with Brock and Quinn. Brock’s phone is always on, something about never wanting to miss a call from his agent for the next big Hollywood hit or whatever, you don’t care about his reasoning right now but you’re thankful for him.

The phone starts to ring and you click the speaker phone option. It rings once before there's an answer. God bless Brock.

“Hello gorgeous mother of my future godchildren, how are you?” He answers, charming as always. 

“Hey Brock,” You chuckle at his greeting, trying to hide the tinge of pain behind your voice. “Can you give the phone to Elias? He’s not picking up and I think I’m in labour.”

There’s a pause on the other end and some shuffling. You think you can hear Bella in the background asking what's going on, that causes you to furrow your eyebrows. Why would Bella be golfing with them? She hates it as much as you do. Then you hear the phone being grabbed from Brock’s grip as he cries out a loud “hey!’.

“Babes, Petey isn’t here with us?” Bella states, sounding equally as confused as you.

“Put it on speaker,” Brock demands in the background, not as loud as Bella. The sound of the phone shifts slightly as she switches it.

“He said he was golfing with you and Quinn today.” You reply, groaning as another shockwave of pain runs over you. You groan loudly into the phone. The pain causes you to drop the phone on the bed and forget the phone call as you try to breathe it out.

“That’s impossible because Quinn is in-” Brock counters, slightly oblivious to your pain. You love him to death but he can be such a blonde sometimes.

“Brock, it doesn’t matter right now,” You can hear the annoyance in his girlfriend’s voice as she interrupts his thoughts. Her focus is quickly back on you. “Y/N, are you in labour?”

The cry of anguish you respond with clues her in immediately. She springs into action on the other side of the phone. “Brock, get the keys. We have to get her to the hospital.”

“No.” You cry out, pain subsiding slightly. 

“Y/N, babes, you’re in labour,” Bella levels, her calmest and most rational voice on full display. It’s what you need right not but the irrational part of your brain doesn’t want to leave without your husband. “Brock will keep calling Elias but we need to get you to the hospital.”

“Okay,” you relent, getting up from the bed slowly, you pick your phone up and head for the nursery.

“Do you need me to stay on the phone with you?” She asks, Brock is in the background stomping around the apartment. Anyone unfamiliar with the actor would think he’s mad, but knowing him, you know that’s just simply the way he moves. A lot less elegance than he looks like he may possess. 

“Yes please.”

///

In the time it takes Brock and Bella to get to your apartment, you manage to change and grab your go-bag before letting yourself relax on the couch. You achieved all of this between crippling contractions. 

Your favourite two people in the world let themselves in with the key they have to your apartment. They have sympathetic looks on their faces as they take in the sight of you on the couch. 

You must look like a mess, you’re sweaty and stressed. “Hi,” is all you manage from your spot.

“Hi gorgeous, ready to go become a mama?” Bella coos, squatting down in front of you. There’s a glimmer of excitement in her eyes and you can feel it now too. It’s slowly becoming real. You nod, holding out your arms so she can help you up. You brace against her arms as you get up, smiling gratefully.

Brock stands behind her sheepishly, flitting with his phone. His thumbs are moving a mile a minute and you hope to god that he’s talking to Elias and Elias is on the way.

“Is Elias going to meet us there?” There’s hope in your eyes that slightly breaks Brock’s heart.

In a split second decision, he lies. “Of course, so we should get going.”

Truth is, Brock has no fucking clue where his best friend is. He has no fucking clue why Elias lied about being with him. He sure as hell knows he’s going to chew out Elias’s ass the moment he tracks the Swede down.

The lie does seem to pacify you and Brock is quick to be at your side and help you to the car, Bella follows along behind, having grabbed the go bag. Brock leads you down the hallway as his girlfriend locks the apartment. 

///

Brock has never been more stressed in his life. He was once looking forward to having children of his own with his beautiful girlfriend but after driving you to the hospital in the state you were in, he’s not so sure. You cried out in pain nearly every 8 minutes on the way, Vancouver traffic never one to be considerate of a crisis.

The screaming from the back of his car had Brock white-knuckling the steering wheel and peaking sheepishly in the rearview mirror at Bella holding your hand. The pale look on his face nearly caused Bella to laugh, until you gripped her hand harder, head thrown back against the seat headrest. 

Between glancing back to make sure you’re okay and glancing at his Apple CarPlay in hopes of a response from your husband, Brock was struggling to pay attention to the road. 

Not the best attitude to take when driving a pregnant woman to the hospital. It caused your anxiety to skyrocket and Bella to yell at Brock which certainly did not help the situation.

Upon arriving at the hospital, Brock is quick to let you and Bella out at the emergency entrance, before circling around to go find a parking spot.

Bella has your elbow in her arm, supporting you as she guides you to the entrance. Your go-bag is over her shoulder.

“Thank you,” You murmur between breaths. The gratitude is quickly overtaken by a contraction though and you stop dead in the middle of the entryway, paralyzed with pain. Bella is quick to hold you up.

“Breathe, just like this,” her lips purse and she blows out her breath in a weird pattern. You copy along as a nurse approaches you. You recognize her as the nurse who does your check-ups.

“Hi Mrs. Pettersson, looks like we’re having these babies,” She smiles, coming to your other side and helping Bella guide you to the wheelchair an orderly brought over. You just nod your head, trying to follow along with Bella’s breathing technique. 

The orderly begins pushing you along to a room, the nurse lags behind with Bella. The nurse has a look of concern on her face as she turns to Bella.

“Where is Elias?” She inquires, she’d always admired how dedicated your partner was during check-ups. He always had questions and a detailed list of what you’d been experiencing since the last check-up. It had taken her by surprise when he wasn’t there but ever the professional, she’d schooled her shock.

“I don’t know, he should be arriving soon.” Bella supplies, speeding up to keep up with you.

The nurse nods her head and heads back to her station to grab her gear. Brock comes rushing through the door, spotting his girlfriend lingering outside of your room. 

The nurse slides between them to get into your room, the door is cracked as she begins to get you ready. Bella brings your go-bag in as you get changed into an IV-compatible gown. She plugs in your phone charger and checks to see if there’s an update from Elias. Your phone only shows a text from your mom. 

“Y/N, your mom texted, should I let her know?” She calls out to you.

Your reply comes muffled through the bathroom door. “Yes please.”

Both Bella and the nurse chuckle at your response. Bella is quick to shoot off the text, eyes lingering on where Brock is pacing outside the room. His phone is in one hand and the other is pulling at his gorgeous blonde locks in what can only be described as one of the most stressed actions she’s ever seen.

As you settle in the hospital bed and the nurse begins to fasten different machines to you. You’re oblivious to the stress emanating off of the actor outside of your room as you relax between contractions.

“Is it too late for an epidural?” You inquire sheepishly. Your nurse laughs.

Bella excuses herself and slips outside. She swears she shuts the door as she joins Brock outside. They can still see into your room, you’re chatting politely with your nurse as she fixes the blood pressure cuff around your bicep.

“Do you know when Elias will be here?” She asks softly.

Brock’s face drops as he turns away from the window. He’s seen your lipreading skills before and even though you’re distracted, he’s not taking the risk. “No.”

“Well what did he say when you talked to him?” Bella inquires, eyebrow peaked in interest. She also turns away from the window.

“I didn’t.” Brock says, eyes dropping to the floor. “I don’t know where Elias is.”

“But you said-”

“I needed to keep her calm,” Brock makes eye contact with Bella, the love for you is clear behind his eyes and she softens at the admission. “She can’t know that he’s not coming.”

“He’s not coming,” Bella repeats, trying to wrap her head around the fact.

“What do you mean he’s not coming?” Your voice sounds from behind them; you’re standing in the doorway, gown-clad and attached to a mobile IV unit. The look of shock on your face breaks both Brock and Bella’s hearts. Your voice grows quieter. “You said he was coming”.

Brock reaches out to comfort you but you’re now freaking out like he’s never seen before. The heart rate monitor spikes and the nurse in the room rushes to get you into bed.

There’s so much emotion flowing through your body. You’re hyperventilating and want to scream. No one is prepared for the way you pass out. Brock and your nurse lunge to catch you, struggling to get you into the hospital bed.

“Shit, shit, shit.” Brock is also freaking out now.

The nurse has no time for him though as she reaches for a large red button on the wall. Bella stands idly in the doorway watching the chaos unfold. She’s frozen in shock, unsure what just happened and what she needs to do.

The nurse is quick to spring into action, and she peers over her shoulder at your two companions. “You both need to get out of here. We have to take her to the operating room.”

///

Elias’ phone is on the counter in the other room. He’d placed it on the kitchen counter as soon as he’d entered Vanessa’s luxury penthouse. He’d had to dance around baby toys sprawled around the floor but it made him chuckle thinking about how your apartment would soon look like that.

Elias had met Vanessa Morgan a year and a half ago when he and Natasha had helped with creating some ads for Riverdale’s production team. He kept his friendship with the actress on the lowdown from you. You’d been suspicious of her since you’d met her. She seemed weirdly obsessed with your husband, but Petey thought of her as a friend.

He’d offered to help her set up some of the baby furniture she hadn’t had the chance to before she’d had her baby three months ago. 

He’d already finished the changing table and the glider chair. Elias was working on the crib, the instructions almost confusing to him. He’d had no trouble putting the twin’s cribs together. To Elias, it was something a father-to-be should take pride in. 

It’s why Elias stepped up for Vanessa. Her baseball player husband had left her early in her pregnancy. He couldn’t comprehend how a man could up and abandon his family with no hesitation.

“How’s it going in here?” The short actress asks from the doorway. She’d just finished putting her little guy down for a nap, thankful she’d been wise enough to buy a bassinet for her bedroom for her baby’s first few months.

“I think you may have bought the most complicated crib in the world,” Elias laughs, looking up at his friend with a playful smile. “Did he go down for his nap easily?”

Vanessa nods, strutting into the room, she admires the other pieces of furniture he’s built in his couple of hours helping her. “I’m surprised you’re not with your wife today.”

Elias hums, his focus back on trying to fit the pieces together. “What do you mean?”

“She’s getting close to her due date, isn’t she?” She inquires, there’s a tone to her voice that Elias can’t quite place. The tone he can't quite place? Smugness. The kind of hubris possessed by a woman with ill-intentions.

“Yeah but all the boys in my family have arrived late,” Elias insists, twisting the screw driver. “She’ll be fine.”

Vanessa could point out that his wife is carrying twins and therefore more likely to have her babies early but why would she force Elias back into his wife’s arms? No, she’d much rather keep him to herself for as long as possible.

While Elias might think of Vanessa as his friend, Vanessa thinks of Elias in a less pg way. She’d been wanting to get into his pants since the first time they met. Of course she was married at the time, but it had never stopped her before. 

“You know, that looks like hard work,” She starts, adopting her most sensual voice. She’s determined to reel him in. “Why don’t I make you a snack?”

Elias is quick to agree and they both proceed to the kitchen. He leans against the kitchen counter as she scuttles around the kitchen. Vanessa hands him a glass of water that he accepts happily and sips slowly as he watches her.

“How’s the show going?” He asks, as she gathers condiments from the fridge.

She smiles at him, placing her ingredients down on the counter beside him. “It’s good, they’ve been really good about me staying back with River.”

Elias nods, thinking about how easy it’ll be for him to help out with the twins with his job that he can work from home. “That’s awesome. You’ve got a good support system, hey?”

“Yeah, I’m extremely grateful for everyone in my life,” Vanessa puts her butter knife down on the counter, turning to Elias and moving closer to him. She places a hand on his chest and begins to trail her fingers along the ridges of his body. “Especially you, you’ve been so good to me.”

Elias freezes, this must be what you meant when you said Vanessa had a weird energy to her when it came to him. She leans in close, and he can feel her breath on his face. He’s briefly amazed that such a short person can reach him so easily but then she closes her eyes and leans in.

He’s saved by the bell. Okay, maybe not quite a bell but the loud, shrill ringing of his phone is a close enough substitute. He dodges out of her reach to grasp his phone. Brock’s profile picture is on display and once he’s certain she’s not following him, he clicks the green connect button before retreating into the living room with his phone pressed against his ear.

“Hello?” Elias says into the phone, silently thanking whatever deity he can that Brock saved him.

“Dude where the fuck are you?” Brock starts, he sounds panicked and Elias is instantly worried. “Actually, I don’t fucking care. You need to get down to Vancouver General now.”

“Why? Brock, what’s going on?” Elias demands, pacing around the living room.

“Your wife went into labour. After finding out you weren’t coming, she passed out and had to be rushed into an emergency c-section to save the babies.” Brock recites robotically. Elias has never heard his best friend so angry at him. 

Then Brock’s words hit him. His heart stops, and he jolts to. “I’ll be right there.”

///

Elias is quiet as Brock and Bella lead him to your room. Neither of them could truly look at him after he’d told them where he was. He couldn’t blame them.

He was a bit of a wreck. He’d driven over the speed limit to get to you. He hadn’t been there when you needed him and something could’ve happened to you or your babies.

Your room is also quiet. There’s a small whimper coming from one of the bundles in your arms. He stops dead in his tracks, seeing you holding your twins is everything he’s ever wanted. You, the love of his life, with his children. And he missed their arrival.

“Hi,” He says, finally. He’d stood in the doorway somberly long after Brock and Bella had headed home. He’s sure Brock has already informed Quinn of what happened, that’s why his phone is blowing up in his pocket.

“Hello,” you reply coldly, without even looking up at him. Your eyes remain on your sweet boys the entire time. You’d known he was standing there since the moment Brock and Bella led him there.

Your reply is a sharp contrast to the way you’d been with him this morning. It’s shocking to Elias how a single day can change everything in a mere matter of hours.

“So, we’ve got sons.” He starts, dragging his feet on the floor as he walks over to occupy the seat beside your bed.

“Well, we knew that already.” You deadpan, finally looking up at him. There’s pure hurt behind your eyes and Elias wants to reach out and hold you but he knows better.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. 

You scoff. “Whatever.” 

Elias reaches for a baby and you hand him one.

“I’m here now and I’m not leaving.” He says, sure of himself. It’s too bad you don’t believe him.

Next Part

[spideyladman]

Currently thinking about posting IF AUs on here, which do y'all want to hear or see of? <:3€

AUs descriptions underneath the line and are all ordered in the timespan I have created, like the oldest is first and the youngest is last lol- (Images will be connected to the AUs too!!! Send me an ask of what y'all wanna see!!!!! >:3)

1. Cracked AU

AU where both Calvin and Bee have been dealing with hallucinations from their mum's passing. They go to therapy (Bee goes to a normal one while Calvin goes to the Sunny's), and long story short, Bee punched somebody in the face, and Calvin and Sunny are now missing. Cut to the present day, and now Bee sees cracked Calvin and tries to uncover who he is while trying to help the IFs to get to other people, while also discovering that kids also need their IFs. Also, Cosmo is more mellow because Sunny was his friend, and they had a falling out. Also, when you think of Calvin, think of Land of Lustreous body horror. Yeap-

2. Who Framed Art Teacher? AU

Basically Who Framed Roger Rabbit? movie but with IFs in each place. Cosmo is the detective, Pearl ( @art-tea-chill 's OC!!!) is his friend (maybe more? >:3€), Art Teacher is in Roger Rabbit's place except he starts out more trying to calm down before dealing with the investigation and immediately goes loco and nervous, and Calvin is in Jessica's place except instead of a suave singer he's more of a comedic more or less suave comedian who Cosmo just, hates. He hates him but tries to still try to get his story, even if he tries all of his best not to hate him a lot.

Also there is a certain OC planted in this AU as well as a certain secret that Cosmo and Pearl are hiding about themselves >:}€

3. Swapped Imagination AU

Basically a swap between Calvin and Blossom's style, where Calvin is the humanoid butterfly IF and Blossom is the human-like IF, and Cosmo accidentally breaks his wings while Blossom is way taller than both of them combined now-

4. IB IF AU

Y'all know that game which is called IB? Welp, now it's Bee in place of IB, Calvin in place of the twink, and Cosmo in place of the blonde girl. All of them go through obstacles within the art gallery that will try to guide them into insanity, and they must escape before it is too late.

5. Monster High IF AU

AU where Bee comes back to life thanks to her father and finds a building filled with monsters that hide from the public. It's not a high school it's more like a place where the monsters hide in lol- But anyways, she'll have to deal with normies, monsters, and certain dramas and secrets that she'll have to uncover. What is Blossom hiding? And who is this Calvin? Why does he look... familiar? What is he hiding too?

6. FNAF IF AU

Calvin is the Mimic and Blue fucking jumps Bee and Calvin's mum's head off which leads to the pizzeria closing, which makes Calvin resent him because now he's far away from figuring out who he is now! After being in this animatronic body for what feels like ages, he's losing memories and what might be his former self. Years later, Bee tries to look throigh the pizzeria when her dad becomes the nightguard, and tries figuring out why so many people have died there, and why her art teacher suddenly became more aggressive, and sometimes even numb to the pain after just working there for a few nights.

7. Crime Scene Cleaner AU

Based off the actual video game called Crime Scene Cleaner!!! Calvin is now a crime scene cleaner for the mafia and he does this to pay for his father's heart surgery, and while the days go by, and the tasks grow bigger and bigger, he starts becoming numb to it all? But he's not going to lose himself into the deep end, right? ...Right?

8. Dead Or Not?: Disco Elysium IF AU

(The very first image of this post is of this AU!!!)

Art Teacher is in place of Harry (and his name is now Arthur!!! <333€) and is somebody dealing with amnesia, and his partner in a new case is Calvin, in place of Kim. Both deal with shenanigans and the case which will determine who they are now. They also encounter Bee along the way, and Arthur starts trying to discover his own and Calvin's past. Also Sunny is included as an assigned therapist for Arthur, and will be very important to him later on in the story...

This AU is loosely based off the game, I just wanna turn them into shrimp lmao-

[miraculouslbcnreactions]

What are your opinions on more „popular“ salt takes about Adrien and Mari, like the typical „Adrichat is an ass for for flirting with LB after she rejects him“ and „Maribug us a horrible stalker“?

Well, I'd be lying if I said that I have no idea where they're coming from. There are definitely times when I'll watch an episode and wonder what in the world the writers are trying to do, especially when it comes to Adrien's behavior as it's played a lot more straight than Marinette's. While I don't like her behavior at times, it's almost always treated as a joke, not a dramatic character beat whereas I cannot say the same for Adrien.

But these are characters in a TV show, not real people and we need to keep that in mind when judging them. It's why my go-to thought is "what is wrong with the writing staff" and not "Adrien is an incel." Because Adrien is very clearly not supposed to be an incel. Unless the writers are plotting something truly asinine, the Love Square is our end game couple. We are supposed to view Adrien as a charming and funny romantic lead. When he falls short of that role, it's not Adrien "showing his true colors." He's a fictional character. He has no true colors. If his actions and words are ever unbecoming for a romantic lead, it's because the writers are failing to write Adrien the way they want us to see him.

They consistently do this to all of the characters. Alya's supposed to be an awesome friend and a smart journalist (I think), but she can't see through Lila's BS. Marinette's parents are supposed to be loving and supportive, but they randomly believed that their daughter stole from their bakery to make a dress and didn't even try to let her explain herself. Nino is supposed to be the Chosen of Protection, but he didn't care to protect his best friend and just happily sent Gabriel on a rampage without a second thought.

Give me a character and I can point to a bunch of episodes that justify every salty take this fandom has because they're not pulling this stuff from thin air. They're picking and choosing the worst writing in the show and venting about it, which is frankly understandable. Like I get why there are so many Alya salt fics. Her writing in the Lila episodes is infuriating and I do find those fics a little cathartic at times. But it's really, really obvious that she's not supposed to be a terrible friend. She's a victim of the writers drawing the Lila plot line out for far too long and making Lila's lies far too obvious.

Similarly, a lot of the issues with Adrien and Marinette stem from the fact that you simply can't draw a romance plot out for five seasons without causing issues unless you make the romance a background plot. But they didn't do that. The love square is front and center for most episodes, but since it can't actually resolve, the writers keep adding drama that makes our leads feel horribly unhealthy.

On the Marinette side, her not being able to talk to Adrien was fine as an initial issue, but we are five seasons into this show. Over 100 episodes! You reach a point where it stops being cute and starts being concerning. It's also not helped by the fact that Marinette's crush is written like a celebrity crush and not a crush on someone she actually knows. Daily exposure to Adrien should mellow her out. Especially since he's supposed to be her friend! But if the writers let Marinette talk to Adrien, then they'd grow closer and might feel like they had to get together, so they couldn't let that. Thus Marinette being a disaster for four seasons and the terrible shoehorned plot to try and justify it in season five.

On the Adrien side, they let Chat Noir confess too soon. Prior to that, the Ladynoir relationship was a playful one where it was feasible that Ladybug just viewed her kitty as a massive flirt. This was especially true since he flirts with everyone. But once she knew that he was serious? The playfulness vanished and Chat Noir started coming across as entitled and pushy. It didn't help that they had him ignoring her preferences ("Don't call me Bugaboo") and getting them in trouble by not taking his job seriously (his flirting getting them hit in Oblivio).

In summary, the love square should have been resolved much sooner or been relegated to a b plot that got far less attention. I also would have reversed the square since it makes for a far more interesting story that you can organically draw out longer, but that's just me. I don't have any issue with people ignoring the canon problems and just writing Adrien and Marinette as the cute couple that they were obviously intended to be. I also enjoy fics that treat Adrien's pushiness as a character flaw that can be resolved because that's what canon should have done. His issues aren't the mark of a terrible person. They're the understandable flaws of a teenager who is in love for the first time and doesn't know how to express himself. If a show would actually address this kind of common tween/teen issue, then a lot of kids would get an incredibly valuable lesson that would help them when they grow up and fall in love. If you're ever watching Miraculous with a kid, I strongly encourage you to approach Adrien's character from that perspective. Talk about why his actions are understandable, but ultimately wrong and more likely to push someone away than win their heart just like we see with Ladybug.

[boyfhee]

𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 · enhypen collab / CLOSED

ABOUT · we all have heard of right things going wrong, something along the lines of right person wrong time, things that weren't supposed to be this bad— but how about the other way round? perhaps, you wake up one day to find out your new neighbour is your ex and suddenly you're gravitating back towards him, a sworn enemy that makes you heart flutter after the one time he stood up for you, the person you rejected last week now lives in your head rent free, falling for the person who was supposed to help you with your crush— everything that started in all the wrong ways possible, but the stars plays into your hands, and maybe you could get something unexpected out of it.

GUIDELINES —

1 · first come, first serve. no reservations of slots. there is a 3 slots limit per member ( i am not writing 😆 or maybe i will if any slots are left, who knows ) to join, send an ask with the member you're writing for and the two keywords that are hidden in the rules. reblog the post once you've been accepted ( for clout and boosts 🫶 )

2 · your work can be x reader aligned or x oc aligned. no idol pairings.

3 · as obvious from the theme, this is supposed to be an all fluff collab. of course, you can start off with any genre, switch to something else in middle, go off with your imagination, but long story shot, a happy ending is a must. additionally, you can take inspiration from movies / drama / novels or poetry / songs & artworks / anywhere else, with proper credits. first keyword is earl grey.

4 · no nsfw works, suggestive is fine for legal members only. all the warnings should be mentioned as such. you work should have synopsis, genre, warnings and word count before the main content. use a readmore cut after 500 words. add the tag ❝ @ : uc. ❞ in the first five tags for me to track it. alternatively, you can tag me in your work or send me the link to make sure your entry reaches me.

5 · minimum word count is 1k. you're free to write one shots ( 1k-3k ) full lengths fic ( 3k+ ) no headcanons, timestamps, drabbles, one shot text fics. if you choose to write a series ( written or smau ) please make sure to complete it once you've started. only full length completed works will be accepted. you're free to post teasers except it won't be reblogged. ( please note that the numbers in brackets are just approximate values and not limits )

6 · deadline is 31st december, 2023. you can drop out before may 31st. a link to the discord server for this collab will be provide once you're accepted, it's not mandatory to join. if you have any questions, you can send an ask or dm ( at chiyuv / shoyotime / torhues ) second keyword is tea.

SLOTS & FICS — ENTRIES IN GREEN ARE CLOSED

HEESEUNG · @dearhee

JAY · @notthatsamkim

JAKE · @amakumos / @asahicore

SUNGHOON · @taejays / @seungiepup / @redm4ri

SUNOO · @luvhyun3

1 ⋆ YKWIM : @astrae4

synopsis: Kim Sunoo is irrevocably in love with Park Y/N. From the moment he laid eyes on her, he knew she was the one. However, things seem to be against him! Firstly, he’s an idol. Secondly, she’s also an idol! And finally, she’s Park Jongseong’s sister. However, Sunoo thinks his prayers have been heard! He just can’t believe that it had to take a scandal to be closer with his loml.

JUNGWON · @jennaissantes / @ayayiiie

RIKI · @yyunari / @jaeyunverse

1 ⋆ PEOPLE EATER : @homelycat

outline・countless unwanted meetings lead to an inevitable relationship. from begrudging small-talk to mellow confessions; patience and pride learn from one another.

[zootopiathingz]

Ranking the main fandoms I’ve been in (and I’m going to be brutally honest)

Hazbin Hotel: 5/10

For the most part I’ve enjoyed it here. Every person I’ve met at a convention was super sweet and the HH themed events I went to were the most fun I’ve had in a while. Fortunately I personally haven’t had a lot of negative interactions, but the fandom as a whole…not so great. A lot of rude people, fatphobia, racism, people being stupid and not understanding what a fanon ship is or what bisexual means😐 I’m mainly still here just to vibe with my Charlastor shippers (aka the most chill people I’ve ever met in a fandom ever)

Gravity Falls: 8/10

It was dead for a while but now that a lot of fans are coming back and it’s amazing. Aside from all the stupid ass Mabel haters, I’ve always loved this fandom and being apart of it

Zootopia: 7.5/10

Aside from the over-sexualization of that one mf tiger and being dead the last six years, this fandom’s pretty chill

Owl House: 9/10

Would be a 10 except I remember there being quite a lot of toxicity back in the early days. I kinda had to separate myself from the fans for a while because I just didn’t care for the drama and eventually I lost interest in the show for a bit. But I still enjoyed it as it started to wrap up, and the fandom seemed to mellow out. It’s been quiet for a while now, aside from harassing the person in charge of Disney TVA’s instagram asking for a season 4 (it’s never going to happen guys)

Disney/Pixar: 10/10

No complaints tbh. Everyone seems super chill, hardly any drama, the content is just 🤌🏻

Super Mario Bros: 9/10

Again, would be a 10 because literally everybody I’ve met is super nice and supportive. But I have to dock points cuz of those hardcore Bowser stans who genuinely defend/justify his actions 😶 like what are y’all on??

Gnomeo and Juliet: ♾️/10

Only three other people in this fandom but they are the sweetest three people ever

[tellywoodtrash]

My dad's been in hospital since last one month, we went through literal hell n only now things are looking a bit better TT, thus I thought of you sis..how are and how's your cat doing??any new fav itv drama?or are you still in love with Thai bls(as an AO3 reader I TOTALLY understand you)??I watched only one Pak drama named 'rah-e-junoon' recently only cause of The beautiful Danish Taimoor😍 it's not bad specially he with his love n obsession makes me wana SIGHHHHH😩😩😩 dreamily..also HAVE YOU SEEN JUNAID KHAN IN 'MAHARAJ' (not the Sethupati one) MOVIE??his n Sarvari's reels are everywhere and they are so Wattpad coded... reminding me of those period couples in novels😍😍 he's so dreamy..6'2" tall, nerdy, kinda awkward and has this soft boy vibes going on and did I tell you he kinda looks like Henry Cavill??and Rami Malek??😩😩 life hell ho jaye par tharak na jaye🤤 now tell me how everything is going on your end✨

Hi Darling,

I hope your dad is feeling better, and you are taking care of yourself too, friend! (Caretaker burnout is reallllllll and I am sending you all the strength and healing vibes 🤗🤗🤗)

ITV seems to be a closed chapter for me; the rapidly progressing degeneration of that genre is just notttttt inspiring any confidence (or interest.) The wholeass industry needs a major major shakeup. Same with Bollywood, nothing's really pulling me anymore. Laapataa Ladies (which I still haven't watched yet) is LITERALLY THE ONLY MOVIE calling my name in all of the 2024 releases. Junaid seems like a promising nepo kid; the Cavill vibes are definitely there. Let's hope that he picks good scripts and doesn't fall down the usual wormhole.

Things that I have been watching and enjoying in the past few weeks:

The Acolyte: I literally know/care nothing about the Star Wars universe, but Manny Jacinto. Enough said. I need to rewatch coz god his character has me going awooooooooga like a fuckin' cartoon wolf. I am obsessed.

Abbott Elementary: Giving B99-ish (but much more mellow.)

Modern Family: Just a rewatch (during my mealtimes)

Late Night with Seth Meyers/Last Week Tonight/The Daily Show for US election shitshow in palatable doses

Meet You at the Blossom: A chinese BL which is fulllllllllllly delivering on the toxic romance from the Tellywood of yore

This Love Doesn't Have Long Beans: A thai BL that is again, giving v Tellywood romcom vibes (Gul Khan types), with not one, BUT TWO WHOLE ENEMIES TO LOVERS couples. Noice.

Love Sea: Ridiculously high heat/good chemistry; one half of couple is the greenest fuckin flag in the history of human existence.

My Love Mix Up (Thailand): My cutest lil kuchupuchu babies. I wanna put them in my pocket and squishhhhhhhh them allllll like a goddamn stress ball. Wholesome wholesome lil show that makes me feel warm and sunshiney inside.

4 Minutes: No real idea what's really going on here with the time skips and background crimes and shit, plus this show feels like an anxiety attack in audiovisual form, BUT I'm here for Bible Wichapas giving me morally-grey himbo with hilarious (to me) gay panic.

So yeah...... That's what I've been up to! Hope you and yours keep well, lovely. <33333333 And yes, keep that tharak flag flying high!!!!!!!!

[ranilla-bean]

wow what a weird anon u got there. anyways. MY QUESTION FOR YOUUUUU IS what is a specific line or passage that u are especially proud of? AND ALSO hmmm what are sokka n zuko’s character arcs like in this (without being too spoilery)? do they mirror their arcs in the show (ie: s1 shithead zuko) or have u decided to take it in ur own direction?

HSHDFSDHFKHFL ILY BEAU 😭😭😭😭😭

there IS a passage im quiiiite proud of cos it's. a wee 🤏 bit insane heheehehee 😈

He is skimming the clouds. The sea below teeters between blue and green, and it meets the shoreline in clods of foam. How beautiful it looks like this, the shallows still definable from the depths. They flew out from the temple first thing in the morning because he said there was something he needed to show Sokka, and he’d strapped them together, Sokka’s back pressed against his front, and taken them out on the glider. They pass the other monks freewheeling on bison and gliders alike, then leave them behind to streak out into the great blue beyond.  “I took you out here,” he says, voice rumbling against Sokka’s back as they hang there in the sky, “because I adore you. You are my one treasure. Against the will of the monks, I want to take you as my wife—” Aw fuck. Not again? And then Sokka is freefalling, careening into the sea— He woke up on a big hard bed with Emptiness bright and white, high in the sky.

in terms of character arcs ive taken it in my own direction, mostly bc they ARE like... 30 yrs older than canon. zuko's done with his whole arc and is heaps more mellow now, although not without his general bratty drama queen tendencies (old habits die hard). sokka though is very book 1 at first, incredibly suspicious but also gets himself in cartoony situations that he's rlly indignant about. and the arc? the arc IS falling in love im sorry 🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪 i rlly DID write That kind of romance

ask me & ash questions about spacedilves!

[absolutebl]

Well from your recent posts I've gathered that you are not a Big (with a capital B yes) fan of A Boss and a Babe so it's probly safe to say this . The reason i haven't watched this series is bcz I find the leads eerily similar looking?? Like if not siblings but atleast like distant cousins ??? Idk why but i can't unsee it now. Help .

Oh I don't think they look alike at all. Sorry, I don't know how to help you.

Maybe focus on specific features? Think of it like you were sketching them as a portrait artist? Like they have different mouth shape, eye shape/placement, cheekbones, and hair lines. Force (left) has a thinner straighter mouth more sculpted, slightly higher more prominent cheekbones, much heavier lidded eyes (he looks sultry and sleepy most of the time), slightly broader nose, longer face over all, and a prominent Adam's apple.

Book (right) has more delicate and finer features, his face is more heart-shaped and proportions are different (where his features fall on his face), smaller slightly pouty mouth, thinner nose, slightly rounder cheeks, close but less deep-set eyes. He's also lighter skinned. For all these reasons he's cast as the uke in their shows, as they are pretty much the same height, age (Book is actually a little older), and deferential politeness IRL, it could have gone either way.

(I don't make the rules, the yaoi gods do.)

Your Moment of Academia

If you're still struggling, there could be more/other reasons for this.

There is something called the Cross-race effect which may be impacting you. (The way to train your brain out of this one is to just keep watching tons of dramas, fashion, MVs made by cultures not your own. More info and discussion on this in this episode of All in the Mind podcast: The human drive to connect – and divide)

There's also Prosopagnosia to consider, although that's a lot rarer than modern peeps make it out to be.

I've also always felt like Dunbar's number may come into play with this kind of thing too. Like perhaps the human brain just has a limited max capacity for facial recognition storage.

So you might do better if you focus on their mannerisms and way of speaking which are completely different. (Siblings usually share vocality and mannerisms especially if they were raised together.) Body language and their way of holding themselves, smiles, eye crinkles, use of eyebrows, etc... Very few actors can move on from these tells.

Book has a more mobile face (which is why he suits comedy so well) but Force's is more emotive and expressive in nuance. He's uses more micro-movements, like little eye crinkles and a little crooked smile.

Their voices are very similar, but Force's is more burred, and a little more monotone (rare in Thai). He has a mellow soft way of speaking especially around the ubiquitous krap. Book has a rounder, wetter way of speaking, his kraps are more sharp and clipped.

All that said, IMHO you don't have to bother to watch either of ForceBook's series. So far this pair has been ill served by GMMTV. So if it wigs you out, there is plenty other, better BL.

Also if you want to actually watch a BL where the characters are some iteration of siblings, I'm sure Japan is there for you. If not, there's always the stepbrothers trope...

I have to say, I tend to way MORE annoyed when characters in a show who are meant to be siblings look absolutely nothing alike. Like bone-structure level "qua?" I know blood siblings don't always look alike, but they rarely look so completely different as we often get in TV or film the world over.

Way back, I did a series of actors in BL who I thought SHOULD play brothers and these are my favorites:

Mark Siwat Jumlongkul and War Wanarat Ratsameerat.

Now those two boys look related. To me, anyway.

(source)

[patriapplepie]

Fall Films & TV Shows 🍂

Fall is coming soon, and I expect you to be so excited about it; so here goes a list of a few films and tv shows to get cozy this autumn.

Films:

"Dead Poets Society" (1989) - Set in a New England boarding school during autumn, this film explores themes of inspiration, poetry, and seizing the day.

"You've Got Mail" (1998) - A heartwarming romantic comedy set in a cozy bookstore in New York City during the fall season.

"Autumn in New York" (2000) - A bittersweet romance starring Richard Gere and Winona Ryder, with New York City's autumn beauty as a backdrop.

"Hocus Pocus" (1993) - A beloved Halloween classic filled with magic, humor, and the spooky spirit of fall.

"Fantastic Mr. Fox" (2009) - Wes Anderson's stop-motion animation masterpiece set in a whimsical, autumnal world.

"The Nightmare Before Christmas" (1993) - Tim Burton's delightful blend of Halloween and Christmas, perfect for the fall and holiday season.

"Good Will Hunting" (1997) - A moving drama set against the backdrop of fall in Boston, exploring themes of self-discovery and growth.

TV Shows:

"Gilmore Girls" - Follow the Gilmore mother-daughter duo in the charming town of Stars Hollow as they navigate life's ups and downs, all while enjoying the fall season.

"Stranger Things" - An '80s-inspired supernatural mystery series set in the small town of Hawkins, Indiana, featuring eerie happenings and close-knit friendships.

"The Crown" - Dive into the world of British royalty with this historical drama series that captures significant moments in history, including the changing seasons.

"Brooklyn Nine-Nine" - A lighthearted police procedural comedy set in Brooklyn, perfect for those looking for laughs during the fall season.

"The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel" - Immerse yourself in the vibrant world of 1950s New York City as you follow Miriam "Midge" Maisel's journey into the world of stand-up comedy.

"The Haunting of Hill House" - A spine-tingling horror series that takes place in a creepy, old mansion, perfect for getting into the Halloween spirit.

"Parks and Recreation" - Join the quirky residents of Pawnee, Indiana, as they navigate small-town politics and eccentric community events during the fall season.

Fall Watchlist Essentials:

Snuggly Blanket: The cozier, the better!

A Cup of Chai Tea: A warm, aromatic brew to sip on.

Scented Candles: Cinnamon, apple, or pumpkin spice for the ambiance.

Playlist of Acoustic Tunes: Mellow music to set the mood.

Favorite Fall Snacks: Popcorn, caramel apples, or roasted chestnuts – take your pick!

So, grab your coziest blanket, brew your favorite tea, and embark on a cinematic journey through the beauty and nostalgia of fall. These films and TV shows are the perfect companions to make your autumn evenings warm and delightful. 🍁📺🍂

[sleepsonclouds]

Clouds tropespots: The Spirealm, E10

Episode 10 (Drum sisters, 3rd door)

The human skin drum story is wrapping up! I really liked the creepy melancholy of this episode. The crossdressing comedy of errors is a bit more subdued, which I honestly liked.

Everyone thinks we're family: Turns out the story is a love triangle between the two sisters and some guy. Even Cheng Qianli gets it! The cheeky brat: "I envy my sister and brother-in-law too. But I'm not jealous." Nanzhu, expression shifting: "Who's your sister? ...Who's your brother-in-law?" Alas, Qianli only gets the sister part right - Li Dongyan is not the brother-in-law wanted here! Nanzhu threatens to bury Qianli alive. Aww.

Everyone thinks we're family (cont.): Li Dongyan gives a (fake) key to Nanzhu, "his brother-in-law". They can't even do that normally, Dongyan must slip it into Nanzhu's pocket. Is his subconscious picking up on the fact that his hypothetical girlfriend and brother-in-law are one and the same? His interactions with Nanzhu are fascinating to say the least.

Seeking advice from partner: Nanzhu tells everyone he lost the (fake) key. How could he?! His little stricken face! Drama sprite mode is ON. Time to consult his partner: "Linlin. What should we do? The key is lost. We can't go back." Qiushi's very chill about it: "It's fine if we can't go back. Let's stay here together." Well, that works too!

Lending out partner: They're solving the plot, and Xu Jin might get in the way. But there's a solution! "You're responsible for dating," Nanzhu tells Qiushi. Perhaps the Girlfriend Discussion (aka Qiushi's utter incomprehension when it comes to women) has mellowed his jealous tendencies...

Saving partner: Qiushi is hallucinating (again), but manages to resist Xu Jin by stating that he'll "only cherish what he has now". And wonder of wonders, we hear Nanzhu's frantic "Linlin" getting through the illusion! He banishes Xu Jin by threatening to break the human skin drum. Nanzhu must know it's pretty important, but not as important as his Linlin.

Supporting partner (probably necessary): Now Nanzhu has reason to get his hands all over Qiushi, who is worse for wear after Xu Jin's banshee screech. Must support partner. With both hands.

As long as you're happy: Nanzhu refuses to explain what happened. Qiushi knows better than to believe Nanzhu's "I reasoned with her", believing quite rightly that the drama sprite is messing with him. But it makes Nanzhu so happy! "As long as you're happy", says Qiushi, resigned to his fate.

Saving partner (cont.): While the others are slumbering peacefully, Qiushi falls asleep for five seconds and is almost killed by the skinless, glowing monster who wants his skin. (Are those fairy lights? They look like fairy lights.) Nanzhu wakes up at the last moment and uses the human skin drum to drive it away. "Are you hurt? Why didn't you wake us up?" asks Nanzhu. I am Qiushi's great indignation. And the drum is now broken. "I was so worried that I broke it." Okay, Nanzhu is forgiven.

Injuries (real): Qiushi is hit by the door ghost when everyone else has already left. He staggers through the door and promptly collapses. Cue intense worry and Nanzhu yelling for the doctor. They really spend a lot of time worrying about each other's physical well-being in this door! Now they're out, and only the lone kaleidoscope is left. I love those, whatever they are. We'll get to spend some quality time in the real world in -> Episode 11.

[lokisis]

My friends out here making me fall in love with my boy again. How dare you. Here's more abt Specs

Specs likes to do performances with "dangerous" objects bc he's so durable. His favorite is probably glass/mirrors. With the spotlights, it makes these beautiful, sparkly rainbows around the stage whenever he kicks up the shards. He'll also purposefully smash them during performances. Drama queen fr

His wings don't work like sneo, and they're closer to holograms than physical wings. Not that it bothers him, he’s perfectly fine with using his strings to fly around the stage.

Speaking of strings, he uses them a lot! It's like reclaiming freedom for him (even though he knows good and well he's far from free) and sometimes he'll let some of his grief slip by using them almost like a noose (he can't die from strangulation, but he doesn't do stuff like that anyway. Just a quick loop and then it's off his head and in his hand or around his ankle. He's not a fan of the feeling of string around his neck)

The minis help!! They’re everywhere during performances!! Some are front and center, some help with props, and some even play instruments or sing!

Spec's favorite trick involved some minis lipsyncing in front of the spotlights to create the illusion of him being everywhere in the theatre, while he roamed through the aisles, spooking anyone not paying attention. Then he would disappear into the dark parts of the theatre, and reappear on stage. Sometimes it would be a normal entrance, and others would be highlighted with him being puppeteered by his strings or some other crazy idea he came up with.

He cares so deeply for his fans. And any long time fans of his he can probably recognize. If anyone says they want to be like him, he responds like this almost every time: tears up, laughs it off, and says "You don't want to be like me, you should want to be better! Shoot for the stars!"

Only his s/o really gets to see his true nature, and it's not really that different. He's happy! Happier than he has been for years! He's just so incredibly scared he'll lose it all again, and scared he'll be all alone again. He wants to go out like a burning star, not like an extinguished flame. Anyway, past the insecurity he's a sweetheart. He'll even let you hold his soul! It's sensitive though, so be careful!

He's still Spamton at the end of the day, and he's still angry and spiteful towards those he thinks wronged him in the past. He's still an oddball, and he still glitches when he talks. But he's more mellow, now that he feels... safer. More stable. He has a steady job and people who like him again, and really, what more could he want?

Freedom, probably.

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Total Drama AU

Alec: This... Is Total Drama Island! I have gathered thirty teenagers looking for their fifteen minutes of fame for a chance to compete in many grueling challenges, all for the chance to win the grand prize of one million euros! Many will succeed, many will fail and get sent home in the Loser Chute until there's one left standing! Who will get sent home in shame? And who will go home with all this cash? *Holds up a suitcase full of money... Only for it to get swept away by the strong gust of the blades of a helicopter flying overhead* ... Shit... Find out right here! Right now! On Total! Drama! Island!

*Conmercial Break*

Alec: Welcome to Total Drama Island! It’s time for you to meet our contestants! First up are the residents of the infamous Akuma Class! All but two of them have been akumatized! First is plucky hopeful fashion designer, Marinette Dupain-Cheng!

Marinette: Do I have to jump out- *Chef pushes her out the helicopter* AAH!

Alec: Fashion model/all around nice guy, Adrien Agreste!

Adrien: *Jumps out of the helicopter* SUCK IT, DAD!

Alec: Super hero super fan! Alya Césaire!

Alya: Wait! I gotta protect my phone! *Gets pushed out of the helicopter* NOOO!!

Alec: The mellow deejay, Nino Lahiffe!

Nino: *Holding onto to Chef* I don’t wanna die, man! *Gets grabbed by the back of his shirt and tossed out of the helicopter* I WANNA LIVE!

Alec: Prissy little dictator, Chloé Bourgeois!

Chloé: This wasn’t in the contract, you jerk! *Gets pushed out of the helicopter* SABRINA!

Alec: And her assistant, Sabrina Raincomprix!

Sabrina: I’m coming, Chloé! *Jumps after Chloé* Wait! Why is that my title?!

Alec: The emo side of Tumblr, it’s Nathaniel Kurtzberg!

Nathaniel: *Gripping onto the sides of the doorframe as Chef tries to push him out* YOU CAN’T MAKE ME! I DON’T WANNA!

Alix: Watch your ass, Nath!

Nathaniel: Alix, NO! *Alix pushes him out and jumps after him*

Alec: And roller skating powerhouse, Alix Kubdel! Next it’s everyone’s favorite Himbo, Le Chein Kim!

Kim: I’ll show you guys how to dive like a boss! *Prepares to swan dive, only for Chef to push him out* DAMNIT!

Alec: Science wiz, Max Kanté!

Max: *As he’s falling* This has to be illegal!

Alec: Lovable sunshine girl, Rose Lavillant!

Rose: *Doing aerial spin as she falls* I’m flying!

Alec: Dark and brooding queen of darkness, Juleka Couffaine!

Juleka: *Falling without a care* I’m not brooding.

Alec: Tough guy with a heart of gold, Ivan Bruel!

Ivan: Myléne! Hold onto me!

Alec: And his mousy girlfriend, Myléne Hapréle!

Myléne: Why did I agree to this?!

Alec: What a bunch of weirdos, right?! Next up is the class with only three akumatized students! We’ve got future author, Marc Anciel!

Marc: *Gets pushed out of the helicopter* THIS CAN’T BE SAFE!

Alec: Aspiring actor, Jean Duparc!

Jean: *Backflips out of the helicopter* This is how you make an entrance!

Alec: Little Miss Perfect, Aurore Beaureal!

Aurore: I HATE YOU, ALEC! *Jumps out of the helicopter and slows down her descent with her parasol*

Alec: You too! And the girl in her shadow, Mireille Caquet!

Mireille: SHUT UP! *Jumps out of the helicopter*

Alec: The lesbian your parents warned you about, Reshma Leghari!

Reshma: Was that necess- *Gets pushed out of the helicopterI AAH!

Alec: Tough Shorty, Ismael Prisk!

Ismael: *Flips Chef off on his way down* FUCK YEAH!

Alec: Pacifist Bodybuilder, Denise Cabello!

Denise: You suck, Alec! *Jumps out of the helicopter*

Alec: Tech nerd, Simon O’Connor!

Simon: *Chef throws him out of the helicopter* Denise! Avenge me!

Alec: Spunky Black Sheep, Cosette Bellamy!

Cosette: *Kicks Chef in the shins* SUCK IT! *Takes Zoé’s hand and they jump out of the helicopter together* YEAH!

Alec: And the King of New York, Zoé Lee! Right after them, Lacey Greene!… Who is scaling out of the helicopter. Great.

Lacey: What? You gotta stand out if you wanna win this thing!

Alec: Well, if that’s all-

Vivica: Ahem!

Alec: Oh, right. Vivica… I forgot her last name, but she’s a musician.

Vivica: Ugh. *Jumps out the helicopter*