#taking on two long fic ideas at the same time probably means I will finish neither.. but the research is fun.. shame it keeps branching..

[armchairaleck]

So I got kinda down a rabbit hole of researching both cyberpunk and gothic AU's at the same time.. because I’m horribly indecisive..

Anyway, I read The King in Yellow, which is I guess some prototype Lovecraft type mythos of dreamlands and monsters.. and through that I found the malevolent podcast in which a 1930s detective is possessed by an evil entity from the dark realms - a voice in his head that only he can hear.. who has control of his eyesight, and then gets control of his left hand.. and.. well you can imagine where the fanfic goes from there..

Okay, clearly I have a thing for delusional men suffering life threatening injuries, and becoming increasingly deranged whilst they're being possessed by gods with very dubious morality.. so I have been thinking about this as a Viravos scenario A LOT.. but I really can’t afford to be thinking too much about another totally niche crack AU.. so I drew this super scratchy art while listening to the podcast instead.. and I’m too tired to attempt to make it better.. but anyway if you happen to like some Cthulhu type monster vibes this is a cool show so far..

Well.. argh.. alright, ngl I totally do wanna write the Viren/Aaravos version of this but it’ll have to be shelved until like next year’s Halloween at my current rate of progress.. and honestly the more obscure and niche my interests grow, the more I question the sanity of trying to write any of them down...

[appleblueberry-pie]

Ok, seriously I am LOVING your yandere miles fics. They are just too good! Keep them coming! Actually, mind if I request something? How about yandere miles fic that is between the "Come back home to me" fic and your latest fic of miles crushing on us. Like what happened or how did it happen for us to be in a relationship with miles? you're the best!

I would say it would start with linked circumstances. What I mean is taking the same one or two classes together. Passing each other in the hallways often. Because I don't see Miles as the type to go completely out of his way to make the first move. If you two didn't have any relations at all, he would make himself known through small acts. "Coincidentally" going to the same cafe that you like at the same time every Thursday. And he'd let you make the first move in talking to him, and he'd take the reigns to keep the new relationship moving forward from there. But back to the school idea, I mainly think it would be you two sharing a class together, you and him having to do a project in a pair.

You two would talk up ideas and get to know each other a little more. What's your phone number so I can stay in touch? Do you wanna work on this together sometime outside of school? Wanna meet up at a restaurant? My house is cool. All of these little questions are things Miles would for sure keep in mind when that time comes. Little by little, he would find out your little quirks, what keeps the conversation pushing and what makes it come to an awkward stop.

He'll ramble on about the project, watch you get bored, and invite you to put your two cents in. Listens carefully and sees how his engagement in the conversation affects your mood. Did you like it when he cracked that joke? He'll do a few more. Leans back in his seat, smiles at you, makes eye contact, and watches you get shy as you continue to chirp on about whatever topic you two managed to come across.

You visited his house only one time, at that time. And it was the day before the project was due. He said he had a big table that he used to make his sketches and art and that you two could add the finishing touches there. That was a great chance for him to introduce you to his mom, who, of course, loved seeing her closed-off son get to know such a nice young lady. You stayed for dinner, helped with the clean up, and finished the project. Ms. Morales loved watching you two talk. It was almost like her son was finding what made him happy again.

Let you take a heaping plate of leftovers home, and that was the first of many times you would be brought over to hang out with Miles and have dinner with him and his mom.

Eventually, that one good conversation you both managed to have about ideas for your project bloomed into the beginning of a long-term friendship. And soon enough, he would find a way to make that friendship turn into something more.

This is probably the most wholesome this whole thing will get. How else would he lure you in?

[ikilledjoffery]

Could you do an Aemond fic? Reader is the daughter of rhaenyra and Harwin. She was close with Aemond until the events in Driftmark. Something about the events of episode 8 when they see each other and interact again and that pull of feelings is still there!

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“You did not defend me!” Aemond yelled in your face as he stood in front of you, his eyes now stitched completely shut, the skin swollen and red from soreness and sensitivity. 

“What was I to do Aemond? How was I to help? I don’t wield a weapon and I don’t have foresight. I did not know Luke would do such a thing!” You whisper yelled back at him feeling terribly sorry over his eye, it had stung you badly to hear him scream out when his eye was cut. 

“You stood back and let me fight alone, I do not speak of foresight, I speak of the time in which it was happening.” Aemond turned his back to you as he ran through the last thing he saw. He had stood with the rock in his hand gazing upon everyone including you. You stood there looking at the ground next to your shoe, shaking ever so slightly as the chaos got much more intense. You hadn’t made even the slightest bit of eye contact with him, especially not after he had called your brothers bastards. If he hadn’t stared at you for as long as he did he might not have had the same fate. 

“I apologize, Aemond.” You weren’t sure what else to say to the boy, you weren’t even sure what had all conspired. You didn’t know who was right and who was wrong, but you did know that you truly cared for Aemond and that he cared for you all the same. 

“You apologize? Apologize!” He shouted and turned around red in the face, his well eye filled with tears as he balled his fists up where they laid, “My eye is gone! What maiden will want to marry me? How will I learn anything properly? I am going to look incapable of doing anything.” Aemond took strides towards you pointing between himself and numbering off the points he was making. 

“I would marry you.” Aemond scoffed and shook his head, “You are intelligent Aemond, you will not be treated any differently, you will learn the same as anyone else, and you will be just as capable.” Now it was your turn to take steps forward to which he stood completely still. 

“Yes, because I was meant to marry a bastard.”  He spit the words in your face and looked down at you, his chest heaving, “I am prominently aware of the fact that I am the spare prince, but that does not drop me low enough to marry you.” Aemond did not feel truly mean until moments after he had said that as you stood ready to cry in front of him.

“You don’t mean this, you are just upset, and rightfully so.” Admitting that the boy you had grown up with and grew to feel for would never marry you or never even considered it made you feel like you could just scream until your throat turned so sore you could no longer speak. 

There was silence that fell over the two of you as you stood so close in proximity but with such an energy that neither of you had ever had between the two of you. You had been angry at each other before, yes, but never like this. Never had either of you denied one another. Never had either of you had ever hurt one another. 

“Was I wrong?” Aemond spoke up as he watched you stare down at your feet again, something about your inability to face him made him incredibly angry. 

“Wrong about what?” He could barely hear what you had said and probably wouldn’t have had any idea what you were saying if you weren’t standing so close in proximity. 

“The dragon. Was I wrong to claim Vhagar?” His tone sounded the same but his volume had settled as he not-so-patiently awaited a response from you. 

“Aemond, it’s not my place-” Before you could finish your sentence you felt his hand come around your neck, his fingers pressed underneath your jaw forcing you to look up at him. 

“I didn’t ask what your place was. I asked if I was wrong.” Both of your chests were heaving as you felt his grip on your face tighten. 

“I don’t know Aemond. I-” He let you go and instead slammed his fist into the nearest wall which was not far from him at all. 

“You wanna be one with your whore mother, bastard siblings, and my moron father then be my guest! But you are nothing to me.” With that his boots traveled quickly and harshly as they slammed into the ground. The echo of that was much stronger than that of the door that was slammed shut as you stood there holding yourself in tears. 

“Come on Y/n.” Jace shook you as you sat still looking out of the carriage at King’s Landing. That was the last real memory you had there, everything that followed was truly a blur. 

“What’s wrong with you?” Luke was now looking at you as well watching as you adjusted your skirt and exited the carriage without speaking a word to either of them. 

You felt ill and dizzy the moment you had stepped onto the land, nothing about it felt right anymore and you hadn’t thought of the night you had with Aemond in quite a long time. You were hoping not to see him, to not have to make eye contact with him let alone speak with him again. Keeping a smile on your face you continued to walk through the castle with your brothers who were talking to one another about how they disliked the decorum. As it was your duty to keep a watchful eye over them, you aimlessly followed them out the door as they made a bet on whether a dent in stone still remained outside. Something in your gut started to spin around and tie knots together, making it almost impossible to not be sick as you walked down the stairs, the boys ran ahead of you laughing. 

“See? I told you this would still be here.” Jace ran over to the wall that connected the doors and placed his hand on the stone in question, “And you thought you could swing Criston’s morningstar. Almost took your own head off.” 

You could see Luke becoming a bit more jumpy than usual, his eyes wandered every which way and rightfully so. Because every word being spoken, every gaze in the yard, and every person in the balconies was talking of the three of you. But especially Luke, as he was the issue in question. 

“Hey, it’s alright, they can’t take anything away from you. It’s not about your bloodline, it’s about what you choose to do with it that matters.” You spoke to your brother kindly as the other one touched a sword and smiled at the piece of metal. 

There were men fighting in corners, smacking swords against one another, learning their footing. But one corner had gathered quite the crowd, to which drew your brother's attention. Taking you and Luke by the shoulders gently, Jace walked the two of you over to the little corner. 

“Cmon.” Eyes followed as the three of you ran over to the circle and began to watch as the fight continued, you felt slightly ill at the sight of silver white hair being flung over one's shoulder. And even thought the chances were little to none you thought that maybe it could be Aegon. 

As you stood in front of Jace you felt yourself teetering back and forth almost falling over each time, you still looked down but ahead at the other people who were cheering and vocally calling out the direction in which the match was going. 

“You okay?” You hadn’t heard Jace speak before he touched your shoulder which almost got him smacked across the face had your impulse not have remembered that he was the one behind you. Aemonds shield had just been knocked and broken to the ground. But he remained physically confident, still swinging his sword around and landing on his feet. The way he moved his body lower to the ground and pointed his sword gave you a better look at him. You felt like you were being drowned as your lungs burned. There was no air to take from around you, he had it all. 

“I’m fine, I wish to go back inside.” With a whisper you leaned backwards to tell Jace as the match wrapped up, Criston and Aemond spoke a few words before Aemond spoke to your group. 

“Nephews, have you come to train?”  He was now looking down upon the three of you, but completely ignored your presence though you stood the closest to him. Before any of you could speak to one another the gates opened and those from Driftmark appeared and began to walk through your area. 

The rest of the day was pure chaos, a petition for Driftmark was sorted and ended with bloodshed as did every family dispute. But then your grandfather proposed a dinner with your entire family together. Something about that did not settle well with you as you knew that if Alicent had any hand in this that she would sit the two of you next to each other. Of course she did so to not cause any further conflict, but did not know of the fight you had previous to this day. Otto would have done the same thing seeing as to how stress would only further hinder the king's surviving state. Seeing as to how your mother and her husband had no upper hand here other than Viserys the chances of you having to speak with him again were high. 

“You pace loudly.” Helaena appeared to your left as you had been moving in lines for quite some time as you digested more truths of the day and what could become truth. 

“In my current predicament it’s hard to avoid allowing the body a release of energy.” You kept your eyes to the wall as you halted your movement. 

“Hm.” She stood near you and tipped her head as she stared you down. “I may be a quiet sense of happiness, sadness, or fear to many. I can be shown and sometimes just be gone, but I always come back before it’s too long.” 

“What?” Before she could answer you the door that opened to allow Helaena in opened once more as one of the handmaidens walked in to speak to both of you. 

“Dinner is prepared and both of your presences are required immediately.” She spoke quickly and did not move her hands from in front of her, even as she walked away. 

“What does that mean Helaena?” You whispered as the two of you walked side by side down the hallway. Guards walked behind and in front of the two of you. 

“You will soon see.” She whispered back before you reached your designated destination meeting the twins who stood in front of you. 

The twins in front of you seemed like more of a warning seeing as to how opposite of them also standing in front were your brothers. Not being all that tall, you couldn’t see past those in front of you to see which side Aemond was on. But now either way you were not going to enjoy dinner, Aegon would mindlessly flirt and act foolish regardless of the reprimands he would be given. What would Aemond do? Hopefully ignore you and not make your evening any harder than the day was. 

“Welcome everyone, as put together by King Viserys everyone is in attendance, you may be seated.” Though you couldn’t see Alicent you could hear her, and that was enough to further agitate the feelings you had. She seated herself as did your mother and Daemon, but the others mixed and mingled with one another. 

“Did you know this was going to happen?” Luke had come across the room to speak with you as your brothers had picked and prodded at you all day. 

“No Luke.” You scoffed and looked away from him, you didn’t want to have to face anyone at the moment.

“Then why were you being so weird earlier?” Luke did not care that you had shown absolutely no interest in what he had to say. He wanted to get to the bottom of all of this. 

“I was not being weird, now go be seated where you have been told to sit.” You raised your voice slightly at the end which gained some attention from around the room. 

Luke walked away from you after that and did in fact return to the general area in which he was to be seated, as you shook your head and walked away you found your own seat and sat down. You would at least follow the instructions you did not wanna take from a woman you were not all that fond of.

As the food began to be presented more of them began to seat themselves, you didn’t dare turn your head as you heard the chair next to you be pulled out and sat in. All you knew was that it wasn’t Rhaena or Luke, both of which were already fully seated directly where you stared. Alicent rose as did everyone when the king was presented to the table sat between his daughter and his wife as to say that he was the fix of the division between everyone. 

Once everyone was seated again Alicent led a prayer and then the toasting began, which started with the king telling everyone of marriages and the decision of Driftmark. 

“It both gladdens my heart and fills me with sorrow to see these faces around the table.” The king continued as he slowly rose from his chair, unable to catch his own breath even with such little movement, “The faces most dear to me in all the world, yet grown so far apart in the past years.” 

You could feel yourself being glanced at so you did the same, that was when you recognized the strap of an eye patch crossing through white hair. Of course that’s the person who would look to you when hearing of the past. Vierys was now almost fully upright as he began to pull on his own patch that covered half of his face. You weren’t entirely sure what to expect but the moment he pulled it all the way off you held onto the base of your seat just a little bit tighter. Aemond snickered under his breath at the sight. 

“Something funny about your dying father?” You whispered at him, your nerves were calmed knowing that in some way he had not grown up from your last encounter.

“If you wanted to hold onto something all you had to do was ask.” Aemond whispered back before grabbing your hand harshly from where it clung to the seat and held it in his own much too tightly. 

“As I recall that would be untrue.” Just as quickly as they had disappeared your nerves reappeared. He showed no sign of releasing his grip and something about holding his hand once more felt like watching Vaemond get slaughtered. Scary, shocking, and comforting all the same. 

Aemond did not speak another word, but did not let go of your hand all the same as your two mothers professed their appreciation and admiration for one another. Even as they wrapped up, prompting everyone to grab their cups, he used his non-dominant hand to keep his grip on you. The two of you watched as Aegon finished his drink and rose for another wedging himself between Baela and Jace to get more. 

“Aemond, what is the meaning of this?” You looked directly at him as he looked ahead, not making even slight eye contact with you. “You professed your hate, you told me everything I needed to hear.” Aemond did not give your questions any response as he soon released your hand and stood up as your brother also stood. 

Jace and Aemond made brief eye contact before Jace proceeded to pretend like his rising was for a toast. He did in fact continue to give a toast to his uncles and about their shared memories that he cherished. But Aemond did not stand down nor sit down. His gaze did not falter at your brother. Something about that made you wish the two of you would’ve stayed closer, so that if Aemond were to begin to make a bad choice you wouldn’t be a possible candidate for his violence but rather a person he rallies behind him to keep safe. As Halaena rose, Aemond sat back down, almost disappointed in the fact that no fight broke out between the two of them. 

“It isn’t so bad, mostly he just ignores you, except sometimes when he is drunk.” She awkwardly looked around the room as her reassurance did not come off as such but rather a sad truth that she had a bad marriage, furthermore that Aegon was a shitty husband. 

“Is that the happiness you now feel?” Aemond whispered your way as his father requested some music clearly not wanting anymore declarations for toasts. 

“I am not married nor am I to be married. Unlike my brothers I was not a part of a deal.” Unlike Aemond you gave him a quick and honest response to his question. “Not shocked are you? Like you said, no one would marry a bastard. Daemon has no son old enough to marry me to, so until a miracle happens I suppose I am left without a husband.” Aemond was now staring directly at you as you spoke to him. 

You didn’t care enough to give him so much as a look, rather you watched as your brother put his hand out to take Helaena ’s offering her a dance. No hunger resided inside of you as you sat completely still. 

“You will be married,” Aemond reached for his cup once more, “Your hand is mine, as it always has been.” He took a drink and pretended like his previous question did not exist. 

“My hand was yours, but now unless it is forced upon me you are not entitled to my hand.”  Though denying him felt like a needle to the chest you had to remember how badly it had hurt you the first time he decided to be angry with you. But now that he was older and stronger you could only imagine what his anger would do. 

“Unlike my brother, I do not force women to do anything.” Aemond spoke facing you, the two of you were now making real eye contact. “I also know that your parents would rather see you hung than marry me.” 

“Well, I’m glad you’ve got that settled.” You weren’t sure where he was going with that but did not want him to continue. 

“Indeed, though, I cannot help feel that you are lying to me about your hand.” His eye jumped around your body scanning you completely over. 

“What would ever give you that impression?” You laughed in his face and shook your head while also blindly grabbing your cup and taking a drink out of it. 

“Your nervous behavior all day, the lack of fight you put up when I grabbed your hand, and the way you have continued to look at me throughout this conversation.” He copied what you had done after he finished speaking. 

“So then take me, Aemond.” You angrily jested toward him and turned to get more wine for your cup. When a cooked pig sat in the middle of the table and Luke began to snicker. Which was immediately recognized by Aemond who popped up from his seat cup in hand, 

“To the health of my nephews: Jace, Luke, and Joffery. Each of them handsome, wise,” You could feel what you had drank boiling up into your throat knowing exactly where Aemond was about to take his toast, “strong.” 

“Aemond.” Alicent attempted to shortly and quietly reprimand her son before he continued on. 

“Come, let us drain our cups to these three strong boys.” Aemonds eye was so wide it could’ve popped from his face. Your brother Luke looked at you up and down as if you had automatically taken his side just by sitting next to him. 

“I dare you to say that again.” Jace piped up and you shook your head beginning to rise, not that you could stop Aemond but possibly Jace as he was your brother and oftentimes kinder than most. 

“Why? Twas’ only a compliment.” Aemond defended his words as you stood all the way up next to him, now both of your brothers looked at you. “Do you not think yourself Strong?” Aemond walked past you as Jace quickly approached the two of you. Before you could get a word in edgewise Jace slapped Aemond. 

“Jace!” You then realized you had just reprimanded your brother rather than Aemond as your mother told him to stop as well. Across the room Aegon slammed Luke’s head into the table. Chaos began to break out and you took two steps back from where Aemond stood, from earlier you could tell his stance was that of a fight. 

With only one arm Aemond reached out and shoved Jace to the ground with ease, and Jace could not even catch himself as he hit the ground. Before he could pop up and do anything to Aemond guards prevented Luke and Jace from doing anything else. 

“Why would you say such a thing before these people?” Alicent cut in front of you to speak to her son. 

“I was merely expressing how proud I am of my family, Mother.” Aemond responded, “Mm, though it seems my nephews aren’t as proud of theirs.” He pulled his arm from his mothers grip, took off away from her, and she turned to face you as if to say do something. 

“Wait. Wait!” Daemon jumped into the middle of what was about to be a nasty fight which stopped Aemond before you could do anything. But then you realized that you were standing next to Alicent and Aemond, rather than your family who stood cornered together. 

Daemon looked between you and Aemond with a small smile on his face as Aemond turned to you, stood still looking at you for only a moment before walking away. To which you followed him down the hallway, Daemon did not stop you. 

“Aemond! Why did you do that?” You grabbed his bicep, he could’ve torn away from you, rather he turned to face you. 

“Humor, just as it was humorous for them to give me a pig.” He was straight faced and stared down at you. 

“That was not funny and neither was that. Nothing about the four of you acting like that towards one another is funny.” You took a step closer to him with a sigh, not moving your hand from where it was placed. 

“You sided with them on the pig before.” Aemond commented, more saddened than angry even though he pretended to have a mean exterior about the past situation. Though he wouldn’t normally hold something like this so close to him, this incident and the one that cost him his eye were the things that created the massive rift between the two of you. 

“I took no sides, Aemond, I could not justify turning my back on my family just as I could not justify turning against you and finding such a cruel joke funny.” Looking up at him his gaze softened just a bit as you spoke to him. 

“Vhagar chose you, she is not property, never was never will be. She chose you as her rider, you rightfully claimed her. Though the timing was not the time to do so, that does not make what they did to you right.” You had many years to think about the situation that had happened before the fight. You had never told anyone how you felt about it or what you thought until that moment with the person whom it concerned the most. 

“This is when you chose to tell me this?” His chest heaved and his jaw was so tight that if someone punched him their hand would’ve hurt. 

“What better time than now? I haven’t had the opportunity to see you since then.” Your other hand moved to touch him the same way your other hand was.

“Fine then.” He pulled his arms away from you before taking your hand and in doing so took the lead of your walk down the hallway…

[heavyhitterheaux]

Master Harlow

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: This takes place right before Sisters No More, so to not be confused by some of the parts, you can read that first 🥰

Synopsis: it's Jack's 26th birthday and you come up with the perfect gift to give him which he least expected.

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

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There was about a week to go until Jack's 26th birthday and you honestly thought that he forgot about it, but you couldn't blame him. A lot had been going on and it didn't help that Axel had just gotten discharged from the hospital late last night after having to stay for a week due to him being diagnosed with RSV which in short was a cold for babies. You and him took turns staying with him while the other stayed at home with Ivy and Autumn. Maggie, Ivy, and Dani were also quick to jump in to help. 

He was currently sitting on the couch holding Axel and feeding him since he still couldn't quite hold the bottle on his own yet. The triplets were now eight months and that was one thing that they all should have accomplished already. Ivy and Autumn seemed to be hitting their milestones when they were supposed to, but Axel was a little slower which you and Jack took note of and were beginning to be a bit concerned. It wasn't a secret that Axel would probably have some issues, which the doctor made you aware of, but it was still scary nonetheless. He had just started sitting up on his own which he should have been able to do two months ago.

You had just set Ivy and Autumn on their play mat with their toys in front of you as you went to sit next to him. You lightly brushed your fingers across Axel's cheek before kissing it and you quickly did the same thing to Jack and despite his tired eyes, he instantly smiled at you.

“Baby, what did you want to do for your birthday?” You asked as you handed him another bottle of formula since Axel was almost finished working on the first one.

“Wait, what?”

“It's next week, smush.” You replied while letting out a laugh.

“Where is time even going? That means they're about to be eight months already.”

“I know, time is moving so fast. Before we know it they're going to be a year old.”

“But, I don't want to do anything but sleep. Axel being in the hospital again was a lot.” He confessed quietly and you nodded, understanding where he was coming from.

“But, baby it's your birthday. I want you to do something special on your special day. You deserve to be celebrated.”

“It's just another day and I'm turning 26, there isn't anything really special about that.”

“Yes there is, considering your wife almost didn't make it to see her own birthday just three months ago.” You shot back and he immediately turned to look at you knowing that you were completely right.

“I…. I get what you're saying, but all I want to do is be with you and with them. That's all that I need.”

“You're still worried about him, aren't you?” You quietly asked and Jack looked down at him.

“So much has happened to him and he hasn't even been on this earth long. I can't imagine us losing our only son. Everything is still so touch and go with him and I know you're about to blame yourself but that is in no way your fault.” 

You stayed quiet and simply nodded even though in the back of your mind you did blame yourself and you didn't think that was ever going to go away.

“I know. But we can do something small, but I'm definitely still celebrating being able to celebrate my husband on his birthday.”

—

It was now five days until Jack's birthday and you hadn't come up with a gift until this morning. It would take you going to Drama to see if he would be on board with it, but first you went to your older sister Dani to get her to put the idea in his head.

Jack was still sleeping, which was odd, but you figured that since there was nothing that needed his immediate attention was going on today, you let him be while calling your mom to look after the triplets while you went to tell Dani about your idea.

Once you finished getting dressed and put your hair up, you went to check on the triplets who were still sleeping and went back in your bedroom to let him know that you were leaving and that you would be back later.

“Smush.” You quietly said as you poked his cheek, but he still didn't move so you tried again which led to him throwing the comforter over his head.

“Yes, wifey?” It came out muffled, but you were still able to understand him.

“You can go back to sleep because my mom is downstairs and the babies are still sleeping.”

“Where are you going? Now the bed is cold. Babeeeee!”

“To have breakfast with Dani. I'll be back soon and I'll bring you something too.”

“Mm hmm. Just leave me in my time of need.”

“You are so dramatic. I'm coming right back!”

“No detours! It's my birthday month and I want cuddles from my wife.”

“You literally didn't even wake up when I got up to take a shower and now you're in your feelings?”

“Yes, yes I am.”

“No detours, promise. But if you want a kiss, I suggest you….”

Not being able to finish your sentence, he immediately threw the comforter off of his body, sat up and pulled you closer to him so that he could kiss you.

“Can I have another one?” Jack asked quietly and you laughed before nodding your head.

“Of course you can. Now go back to sleep.”

You went downstairs to find your mother in the kitchen sipping on her coffee and you went up to her and hugged her from the side and she quickly hugged you back before kissing your cheek.

“Thank you for doing this for me. He's just so tired.”

“Don't thank me Lil Bit. It takes a village, does it not? You know I'll do anything for you, Jack, and the babies.”

“But still!” You said as you grabbed your keys that were hanging up on the wall before deciding to put them back and grabbed Jack's. You just hoped he had remembered to put gas in it.

“And where are you off to?” Your mom curiously asked and you instantly smiled.

“To have breakfast with Dani. I finally figured out a birthday gift for Jack and want to tell her about it.” You responded excitedly.

“What did you have in mind?”

“I want to buy his masters for him so that way he has all the rights to his music and not the label. I was going to tell Dani so she can kind of put it in Drama’s ear and we could go from there.” You said and your mom looked at you as if she was thinking, but you couldn't quite read her expression.

“I love that baby girl and I know he will too and will definitely be surprised.” 

“I know that it's very important to him and the only masters that he currently has is his EP’s The Handsome Harlow and 18. Everything else is under Gen Now.”

“And he's worked too hard not to own them, both of you have. But I don't want you to be late meeting Dani, so go ahead.”

You gave your mom one last hug before you headed out the front door and into Jack’s Jeep.

Once you were out of sight, Ivy pulled out her phone to send a text to Dani and Drama.

Ivy- Baby girl wants to buy Jack's masters from the label for his birthday gift and you better not tell her no when she asks

Dani- Is that what she wanted to tell me today?

Ivy- Yes and you better do it. You've put that girl through enough don't you think?

Drama- But it's not that simple

Ivy- Well you better make it simple. His birthday is Wednesday so you have five days to pull it together. I keep telling the both of you to tell her before it blows up in both of your faces. But when it does happen, the first thing I'm going to say is I told you so. She's on her way now. 

When you finally met up with Dani, you had been craving some French toast and decided to get that along with eggs, sausage, and fruit. You couldn’t quite drink mimosas yet since you were still breastfeeding the triplets so orange juice would have to do.

“Okay, Lil Bit what's your idea for Jack's birthday gift?” Dani asked even though she already knew.

“Well I'm glad you asked. I wanted you to put it in Drama's ear that I want to buy his masters from the label.” You answered as Dani nodded her head, and you were taken aback by her reaction.

“Um, Dani? That's a big deal.”

“I know it is and it's expensive.” She answered and you just shrugged.

“Nothing is too expensive when it comes to my husband. That's my baby and I know he feels the same way when it comes to me.” You said not understanding what she was getting at.

“I know and I think it's a good idea and an amazing birthday gift.”

“So you'll tell him?!”

“I will and I'll see what we can do. Five days is cutting it close but it's not impossible.”

“So much has happened within the last year and I want to do this for him.”

“I get it. I'll text him now and tell him to call you later.”

Of course the wheels were turning in Dani’s head as she sat across from you and listened to all that you had planned for Jack’s birthday even if he had told you he didn’t want to do anything. The biggest thing that you were doing besides buying the masters was having a birthday dinner for him at an expensive restaurant in the heart of Louisville and renting it out for the night so that only family and friends would be there. You also mentioned to her that all he would probably want to do in the morning is spend time with the triplets and for good reason. But the words that her mom told her earlier were lingering in her head. She knew that it was only a matter of time before you found out and that she should have told you years ago, but if she had, would you and Jack even be in this same position?

The answer was unclear, but she knew that if but more so when she told you that everything would change between the both of you and she wasn’t ready for that. She loved that she was still able to watch you grow up even with her doing stints in rehab in order to try and stay clean, but she knew that you weren’t going to take it well and your temper might get the best of you. You had been a lot better since having the triplets, but it was still there. 

So, in order to make this easier for you, she was going to see if Drama would give you the masters without having to pay the full price for it. Jack’s catalog wasn’t extensive, but it was big enough to go for millions of dollars. All in all, she was simply doing what her mother asked her to do simply because she was scared that she was going to let it slip one day and tell you. There was a rift in their relationship ever since you had been born, but she knew that it was her fault and that Ivy and David did all that they could for her…. Including raising her one and only daughter which was you. 

“Dani? Are you okay? I’ve been calling you for the last ten minutes.”

“Oh, I’m fine! Just a little tired. Now what were you saying?”

“That I needed you to help me pick out my outfit for his birthday dinner!”

“Of course I will! And I’m thinking that we wear that white corset.”

Before you knew it, Jack’s birthday was here and of course he spent the majority of the day being up under you which of course you didn’t mind. Getting the masters was a lot easier than you thought and you knew that it definitely had to do with Dani giving Drama the heads up. What you were most surprised by was Gen Now only asking you for a million for his entire catalog. Even though he didn’t have many albums, you knew for a fact that it was worth a lot more than that, but you let it go and didn’t put up a fight. The most important part was that you got them for your husband and now everything was in his name. 

 It was now nearing 6 in the evening and you were trying to get your husband to get dressed so that he wouldn’t be late to his birthday dinner without giving the surprise away.

“Jack, go take a shower and I’ll have an outfit picked out for you.” You told him as he laid in your lap and you could immediately see him pout.

“Why? I just want to lay on you for the rest of the night.”

“Baby, you can do that when we get back. You have seriously turned into a hermit and it is literally just for a few hours. You can give me that and I have something really special for you later.”

Hearing this made him turn around and face you and he looked at you curiously.

“No, I’m not telling you and you just have to get ready first and see what it is. No spoilers.”

Hearing this made him sigh but he then quickly got up and started making his way into the bathroom.

“Fine.”

“I love you smush and I really think that you’ll like it.”

“I love you too, more than you know.”

Once he was in the shower, you went into the walk-in closet to pick out an outfit for him and you already had one in mind for you. One of your cousins was going to watch the triplets for you so that the two of you could have a small break since the past few months had been a lot, especially with everything that had been going on with Axel.

Since you had taken your shower earlier, you sat down at your vanity and started to apply your make-up and then heard Jack’s footsteps coming up behind you. You turned around to see him in nothing but a towel and quickly eyed him up and down earning a chuckle to escape his lips.

“Excuse me Mrs. Harlow, but my eyes are up here.”

“Oh, I know they are, but your dick is down there and that’s where I was looking.”

“DO YOU HAVE NO SHAME?!” He playfully asked as you quickly began laughing before turning back around to finish your make-up.

“Nope, none. And you should know that by now.”

“I mean we can always stay here.” You heard him say as his voice got deeper, as he turned you back around to face him and he leaned down to kiss you.

“No! Stop trying to seduce me! We are going and that’s final!”

“Hmm, it was worth a shot.” Jack muttered as he shrugged and began to examine the outfit that you had picked out for him.

One hour later, Jack was now surrounded by his closest friends and family at one of his favorite restaurants in downtown Louisville. You stood off to the side sipping on sparkling water with Saweetie and Dani next to you as you were watching him mingle and interact with everyone and you quickly took note of how happy he was.

“I’m surprised that you actually got him out the house.” Saweetie said from beside you and you quickly looked over at her and sighed.

“Trust me it wasn’t easy and I promised him a blow job when we got back home, the one he got this morning apparently wasn’t enough.” You confessed, making her laugh and shaking her head.

“I figure that’s safer than anything else. We already have three kids and I know they’re wearing yall out.”

“It’s actually not as bad as I thought it was going to be and I’m definitely not opposed to having more, but I legit can wait like ten years.”

“Yeah, right. You’ll be pregnant next week.” 2fo said as he passed by the three of you and threw a stuffed mushroom in his mouth.

“At this point, no one would be surprised.” Dani added and all you did was shake your head at her. In the back of your mind, you knew that she had something to do with you spending only a million dollars on Jack’s masters and made a note to ask her about it later.

It was now nearing eleven at night and you figured that it was now time for you to give Jack his gift before the clock hit midnight. Everyone else had given him his gifts and you were the only one left. Your heart was racing from excitement and couldn’t wait to see his face once he realized what his gift was. 

“So clearly, we saved the best for last right?” Jack asked while looking over at you and all you did was smile at him and quickly got everyone’s attention.

“Okay so, I was literally having the hardest time trying to think of a gift to get for you because I gave you three gifts last summer to last you a lifetime.” You started to say and everyone immediately laughed.

“That’s fair, I get it. Definitely the best gifts you ever gave me.”

“And this idea came to me about five days ago so I quickly put my plan into motion so that I would be able to give this to you today. We both share our love for music whether it is making it for other people to hear and share it with the world or if it’s just something fun and silly that we want to keep for ourselves. Even if the idea came to me only a few days ago, ever since you had told me that you wanted to become a rapper, this was always the plan in the back of my mind so, here it is. There is nothing in this world that I won’t do for you and you know our love runs deep and it’s not something that you find everyday. I know that you already know this, but everyday that I get to wake up next to you is a gift and I do not take it for granted in any way, shape or form. You are not only my husband, but the father of my children, and my best friend and Urban and Saweetie are going to dispute that, but I told them to let it slide for today. I love you more than words can explain so I hope you like it. Go ahead and open it.” You finished your speech and handed him the envelope as he quickly told you to take a seat in his lap as he read it. It took him a few minutes before he realized what you had done for him and got a look of shock on his face which quickly had everyone asking what it was.

“What is it?! Share with the class!” You heard Ace say, but you knew that he was still in shock to say something.

“Now, I let the best friend comment slide so you better tell us what it is!” Urban said and you couldn’t help but to laugh.

“Baby…. You bought my masters for me?” Jack said quietly, but loud enough for everyone to be able to hear.

“Damn, that’s…. Damn. That’s love right there.” Druski said from the end of the table and you could see all of the collective faces of shock around the room.

“I did and that was always my plan from the beginning. I know how much you love what you do and how much work and effort goes into it so it was only right. Everything that was released under Gen Now is now in your name.”

Jack placed the envelope down on the table in front of him before hugging you tightly and kissing you.

“I don’t even know what to say, this is a hell of a gift and….”

“You don’t have to say anything. I love you and you deserve this. Just keep being the amazing person that you are and I hope that this was a good birthday for you.”

“I love you too and this may have been the best one yet.” 

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y/ninsta: happy 26th birthday to this man who is the love of my life, my entire world, and the heartbeat outside of my chest (besides my babies that he impregnated me with of course lol) I absolutely love and adore you 💖

jackharlow: I love you forever and ever, in this lifetime and all the ones after that jackandy/naremyparents: happy birthday dad! he's doing the Jack dance yall! saweetie: awww happy birthday little brother! danivalentine: when y/ninsta first laid her eyes on you, I knew it was a WRAP! happy birthday jack! urbanwyatt: THE REALEST! happy birthday to the best brother I could ever ask for claybornharlow: urbanwyatt I beg to differ, but.... HAPPY BIRTHDAY BIG BROTHER, I LOVE YOU and I won't steal y/n when you aren't looking, I promise! jackharlowsource: happy birthday to the hometown hero! allthingsy/n: happy birthday to y/ninsta's man! he keeps her happy so I guess he can stay!

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y/ninsta: birthday dinner things 😘💕

jackharlow I love youuuuu

allthingy/n: she needs to step on me IMMEDIATELY danivalentine: hmm good outfit choice, who picked it out? lol jackharlow: we are staying for 15 minutes because no one told you to look this good and I love youuuuuu too allthingsy/n: NOT FIFTEEN MINUTES LMAO urbanwyatt: my best friend is prettier than yours jackharlow: urbanwyatt I know I'm pretty, but thanks for reminding me claybornharlow: jackharlow I think he meant your wife, but go off bro lmao y/ninsta: AHT! AHT! leave the birthday boy alone! jackharlow: y/ninsta I can have my cake now right? y/ninsta: jackharlow you said you wanted cheesecake instead? druski2funny: smh y/ninsta you are the cake ma'am! y/ninsta: oh lmao

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jackharlow: Made it to 26! Got the best birthday gift from wifey who took it upon herself to buy my masters and put them in my name and I'm still speechless about the entire thing. got my wife, got my babies, life's good

y/ninsta: I would move mountains for you! nothing is ever too much in order for me to see you smile! side note: the chest hair is giving me THOTS saweetie: not y/ninsta being turned on by jack's bird chest claybornharlow: LMAOOOOOO jackharlow: HEY! urbanwyatt: yall can never let my man live lmao champagnepapi: happy birthday twin! wifey changing the game for you! neelamthadhani: I second the bird chest comment. happy birthday tho. jackharlow: neelamthadhani THE FUCKING SHADE! YALL CAN'T LET ME LIVE FOR ONE DAY?!?! quiiso: jackharlow no, but happy birthday boss man! allthingsy/n: this man will never know what a day of peace feels like y/ninsta: not too much on my man now!! 2forwoyne: that man looks like he can bench press three pounds claybornharlow: MY STOMACH HURTS FROM LAUGHING TOO HARD, MAKE IT STOP! LMAO shloob_: 2forwoyne now I know your ass isn't talking smh y/ninsta: he can bench press me just fine! matter of fact jackharlow get over here jackharlow: 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️

[anjaelle]

Could you write a fic of Dave where him and y/n are getting used to having a newborn in the house?

Pairing: Dave Lizewski x Female!Reader Warnings: Pregnancy, Parenting, Babies, Existential Crises (kinda) a/n: *Timbaland voice* It's been a long time, I shouldn't've left you...; As a childless woman (who is often expected to have kids by this current age), I don't write about this stuff often. But I like the idea of Dave and his partner being...realistic about new parenthood. All things considered.

(gif source)

--x--

When you told Dave that you were pregnant, he had two major reactions.

First, was the excitement. It was a surprise for the both of you, but you'd been together for so long and constantly imagined what your future kids would be like. You picked out fake names and wondered who they'd take after more.

Then reality sank in along with the panic of how you'd both support a new baby. You weren't rich, nor were you sure you had the space for a baby. But you had the support of your friends and family while you figured everything out.

That didn't stop poor Dave from doting on you every single day, as your due date approached. He continued to freak out until the day you came home from the hospital with your newborn, sleeping in his car seat.

While you napped in your bedroom, he stood over the bassinet and watched his son's chest rise and fall, occasionally reaching down to stroke his little tuft of thick, dark hair.

He was so small. A healthy small, but a small nonetheless. When the nurse first put the newborn in Dave's arms, he nearly had a moment of paralyzing doubt. Would he be too rough? Would his hands be too calloused and hard? Would he accidentally drop him?

"Geez," he mumbled to himself as the baby stirred, "I can't believe you're real. We made a person."

He paused and felt the baby's tiny, rapid heartbeat.

"You're actually going to grow up and become someone someday." Dave thought aloud. The thought filled him with wonder and a bit of fear, "There's a whole wide world out there waiting to meet you, kid. And, shit--I mean, shoot, you've only been on this earth for 5 days and I don't know how I'll cope with watching you grow up and experience it."

He swallowed hard as his little face scrunched up for a moment before relaxing again.

Dave had to protect him.

After a month of chaos, you began to notice that Dave was a bit on edge. Still. You watched as he warily eyed you with the baby in your arms, and flitted around the house. What he was doing, you weren't sure. He may have been cleaning the same appliances and countertops 50 times in an effort to make sure they were "adequately disinfected" before he interacted with your little one.

"Baby," you sighed from the living room couch as David tied his hair up to wipe down the fridge again, "come sit with us. Take a breather."

"Sure, in a sec," he rapidly chattered, "let me just finish the kitchen--"

"--Dave," you cut him off, waving a hand to get his attention, "Come on. Please?"

He hesitated, then put the cleaning rag down to wash his hands (for the fourth time in under a half hour). You were positive his hands were probably dry as all hell from the constant scrubbing. Even as he made his way back to the couch, you noticed his eyes shifting around the space, looking for...something.

"Talk to me." You said, crossing your sweatpants-clad legs and readjusting the sleeping infant in your arms, "What's the matter?"

When Dave collapsed onto the couch, you noticed how exhausted he actually was. A low groan seeped out from the depths of his soul.

"I'm freaking the fuck out."

"Wanna talk about it?" You nudged, scooting closer to him. He absentmindedly wrapped his arm around your shoulder to pull you both in close

You sat in pensive silence for a moment as you waited for him to get his thoughts together. For as long as you'd known him--well over a decade by this point--he'd sometimes hold back from sharing when something was truly bothering him.

After you learned about his alter ego, he had this idea that he needed to protect you from everything. You had to break it down for him that holding back his thoughts and feelings would make you even more concerned than if he told the truth. At least then, you explained, you could work through it together. You were partners, after all.

It was a hard pill to swallow for him, but you appreciated his attempts at opening up more.

After a few minutes, he leaned down and kissed you on the forehead.

"I love you." He murmured into your hair.

"Ew, affection." You joked, playfully poking him in his side. He chuckled at your earnest attempt at levity, "I love you more. Now tell me what's up."

You heard him audibly swallow down the lump in his throat as he glanced down at your son.

"What if...like...he gets hurt? Or if he gets sick? Or if someone else hurts him? What happens then?" He furrowed his brows when his voice cracked with emotion, "I've seen so much bad shit out there. It's--I can handle it, sometimes. I know what to expect. But it's different now."

He reached out a shaking hand to gently adjust the cap on the baby's head, "He's so small. And, yeah, I know he won't be small forever. I think that's the scariest part. Someday he's going to go out into this fucked up world on his own without us, and I don't know what would happen if..."

He drifted off, not even wanting to complete the thought. As you sat quietly and listened to him, you noticed the way his knee anxiously bounced and the way his hand gripped your shoulder protectively. If it were up to him, you knew he'd build a protective dome around your tiny family and wouldn't let either of you out of his sight.

The reality of the situation was hard, but he had to hear it.

"I can't promise that bad things won't happen," you carefully told your partner, "because that would be a lie. He's going to get sick, because kids get sick. He's going to fall and scrape his knee, and hit his head, and run into things. He's going to probably trip and break something when he's a little older." You shot a knowing glance at Dave, "He is your son, after all."

Dave couldn't help the small twitch at the corner of his mouth, "Shut up."

"Someday," you continued, tenderly pushing one of his curls behind his ear, "he's going to get his heart broken. Or he'll break someone else's heart. Someday he's going to stumble and need us for support. That's just a part of growing up, baby. We both did it."

"That's what I'm kind of worried about." He admitted, "I can't--I don't know how I'd deal with--I won't be around forever. We won't be around to protect him forever."

"Unless they make a ton of affordable scientific advancements in the next 50 years or so, probably not." You semi-joked. Though you felt a pang of sadness at the thought of not being around in your son's life forever. You remembered hearing his heartbeat for the first time and decided you never wanted to be apart from him if you could help it. "We're here now to protect him, which is the most important thing. But I understand it. And I'm scared, too."

Dave seemed to look at you like you had six heads, "You're scared? You?"

"Is that really hard to believe?"

"Yeah, kinda! I dunno." You felt him fidget with the hem of your t-shirt sleeve, "I've known you since we were kids. And...like, I feel like you've always had the answers. I can't really picture you doubting yourself." He glanced down at the baby as if making an executive decision, and then gently reached out for him to hold him in his arms, "I mean...look at you and everything you've done, already. You're so amazing. He just got here and you're already the best mom in the world. Our kid is so lucky."

Between the sentimentality of Dave's words, the way he looked holding the baby, and the reassurance that you were doing a good job, you felt the dam break and the tears flowed freely down your cheeks. You didn't even realize how much fear about the situation you'd been harboring until then. The tears progressed into a deep sob that shook your whole body as you buried your head into his shoulder.

"You really mean that?" You asked, wiping the snot from your face with your sleeve. He slowly rubbed your back--up...down...up...down--and pressed his cheek to the top of your head.

"Well, yeah. We didn't even plan for any of this. We've been trying to figure this shit out. And, yeah, it's hard. But seeing you with him reminds me of why I love you so much, you know? I wouldn't want to do this with anyone but you. And I'm really, really fuckin' scared. But it's not so scary with you here. I hope you feel that way about me too. At least a little?"

His kind blue eyes stared into your soul as he gently rocked the baby. The worry seemed to disappear from his face as he held the two most important people in his life.

You tried to say something back. Something equally deep, affirming, and sentimental. You wanted to tell him that you couldn't wait to begin this future with him, that you were proud of him as a new father, that you couldn't do this without him, and that you knew he'd make an amazing parent.

Instead, you cried harder and sobbed out, "I'msogladyou'rehisdaddy."

[yeonjunszn]

like hot summer ☼

pairing park sunghoon x f!reader

word count 8k

genres fluff﹒slight angst ﹒smut

warnings 18+ minors dni, mature language, best friends to lovers trope, sharing a bed/room trope, insufferable heeseung + slightly less insufferable jake, features enha jay, txt beomgyu, taehyun, and huening + skz jeongin, also features nct dream, i’m so sorry for doing u so dirty jisung 💔, mentions of alcohol, hoon is kinda mean for like a singular second, vaginal fingering, marking?, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it 😒), finishing inside, Lots of Kissing, they’re kinda gross at the end like i made myself mad with how cute they were being so of course i had to ruin it… u’ll see 😇

summary you’ve been best friends for years now, so why does the idea of sharing a room with him get you so flustered?

more HAPPY 900 FOLLOWERS!! thank u guys so much for giving me this platform to write even if it is for boys who have no idea i exist 😭 writing has always been something very dear to me since a young age and i’m so grateful for being able to get this far on this site. i’ve had an issue with reach in the past and this blog has been nothing but kind to me. i’m forever indebted to all of u and my future followers 🫶 here’s a small token of my appreciation — i havent written anything nsfw since ? march ? i believe 💀 so i apologize if this is rough.. it was originally a vernon fic before i decided not to write for svt anymore and i actually started it in july 😭😭 which is why it’s another summer based fic LMFAOAOAO anyways it was supposed to be like 5k and i got carried away so here u go <3

“please do not take those with you.”

you look up from the suitcase you were stuffing clothes in, a pair of your most comfortable underwear currently in your hands. heeseung gives you a dissatisfied look, standing from his spot in your desk chair to snatch them and throw the garment behind him.

“okay? what the hell?” you furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

“we’re going on a trip where you’ll most likely be meeting new people. i don’t think you want to be dressed like a grandma when you do.” he explains with an eye roll, as if it was obvious.

“first of all, rude, they’re cute. second of all, i don’t plan on sleeping around,” you frown, glancing behind him at your poor underwear on the floor. “i should’ve just asked hoon to help me pack. you suck.”

“i’m pretty sure he’d also tell you to ditch the granny-panties.” he shrugs, sitting back on the rolling chair.

“n-no! i wouldn’t have even let him see me packing my undergarments.” you say defensively.

“you’ve been best friends this long and he’s never seen your underwear at least once? what makes me so special.” the brunette snorts.

“you’re… you.”

he gasps in feign offense, slapping his chest. “what the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“don’t take it personally! i’d probably let jake see my underwear too,” you defend your words, rifling through your clothes to make sure everything you needed was good to go. when you glance up at heeseung, he has a grimace on his face and you realize what you just said. “stop it! i meant because i see you both like brothers, so it wouldn’t be weird.”

“there are two things to be discussed here; one being the fact that you’d let bitchless, has never felt the touch of a woman in his life, jake sim, see your underwear— even if you think of him as a brother. and two being the fact that sunghoon is somehow different despite knowing him the same amount of time as us.” he raises an eyebrow as you turn to your dresser in search for a pair of replacement panties, since he so graciously tossed aside your favorites, then zip your suitcase shut.

with a grunt, you lug the thing off your bed, checking your appearance in the mirror since you were getting picked up soon. you peek over your shoulder at the brunette, narrowing your eyes. “i hope you know that you’re the absolute bane of my existence, lee heeseung.”

a couple hours later you find yourself sipping on a margarita, poolside at the airbnb you and your friends were renting. the beach was within walking distance, but you didn’t feel like going so you stayed back by yourself. you didn’t mind it at all, because it was probably the only chance you’d get to be alone in a house full of boys.

nine of you crammed into a single house was not ideal, especially considering you were the only girl in your group, but you planned this trip every year. loud, gross, and annoying antics aside, you loved them more than anything. (except maybe when they asked you to set any of them up with one of your girl friends.)

you also felt like you needed a bit of reprieve before you called it a night, since you weren’t given the privilege of your own room this time. all of you made the grave mistake of putting beomgyu in charge of booking the airbnb and his dumbass forgot until about a month ago, when he scrambled to find something within everyone’s standards and big enough to accommodate your large party. and while he was able to secure something, it did mean you’d have to have a roommate.

everyone agreed that it’d be okay if it was just you and one other person to respect your boundaries. rooming arrangements varied from year to year depending on how you decided, but this was the first time you were included. the boys got straight into it the moment you all set foot on the property, arguing in the front yard while you figured out how to work the keypad on the door. due to your ignorance to their shenanigans, you didn’t know who your temporary roommate was until the whole ordeal was a done deal.

before anything was set in stone, there was a unanimous choice to give you and whoever you ended up with the master bedroom, because none of them wanted you biting their heads off for hogging the bathroom. in the first room (the one next to the master), was heeseung, beomgyu, and jeongin, delegated by a game of rock paper scissors. by some miracle or just sheer dumb luck, the three idiots wound up together and celebrated by hugging in a circle and jumping around like elementary schoolers. the second room went to jay, jake, taehyun, and kai. this left one person— park sunghoon.

had you participated in the actual game, you would’ve started a riot to switch roommates. hell, you’d even share a room with jake, and that said everything about how you were feeling towards this situation.

it’s not that you didn’t want to room with sunghoon, per se, it was more like you were afraid to room with him. he was decently calm and an easy person to get along with for the most part. except his ability to tease you in any situation lit a fire under you. his jokes that would seem belittling to anyone else felt flirty and it drove you crazy. all of the guys in your friend group were good looking, but you always found yourself gravitating more towards sunghoon. (besides, you could never in a million years see yourself making out with someone like taehyun; who you thought was quite honestly prettier than you or beomgyu; who enjoyed personally talking your ear off every opportunity he got.)

when the boys finally come back from the beach, the sun has set and you, yourself, had just returned from picking up dinner. the nine of you ate with comfortable conversation here and there, exhausted from the long day you just had, before drawing the evening to a close.

you feel awkward trudging up the stairs to your room with sunghoon in tow, like if you say the wrong thing you’ll alter the entire course of your friendship. he tells you that you can shower first and so you do, but halfway through, you realize you forgot to grab you clothes on the way in. you curse at yourself as you rinse your body wash, switching off the water.

you wrap your towel around yourself timidly, well aware that it’s the only thing stopping sunghoon from seeing your bare body. with a gulp, you reach for the door handle, pushing it open slowly. he’s sat on the edge of the bed scrolling through his phone, uninformed of your presence. you kneel down to your suitcase to quickly grab what you need so you can rush back into the bathroom and change, but the universe hates you and doesn’t think it should be that easy.

“shit shit shit shit,”

you frantically sift through your clothes after getting your undergarments, only for your pajamas to be missing. you remember packing them and you know heeseung was there when you—

you were going to murder lee heeseung.

fuck him and his overt desire to make your life a living hell. first there was the underwear thing and now this. did he not think your care bear pajamas were cute enough to bring on this trip? either way, you couldn’t wait to strangle him, your fingers wiggling in anticipation.

“hey, is everything okay?” sunghoon’s voice calls out, pulling you away from your nefarious plotting. your eyes widen almost comically because you’re still very much naked under your towel and you don’t have clothes to sleep in.

“uh— i— i think i forgot to pack— i mean— i can’t find my pajamas.” you admit shamefully, too embarrassed to look up at him.

the bed creaks lightly, notifying you that he got up. you stand from your crouched position, careful not to accidentally flash him. he rummages through his own suitcase, spinning around to toss a t-shirt at you. you catch it with your free hand and your cheeks are still impossibly warm. you’re not sure if your mind is playing tricks on you, or if he really did rake his vision over your figure.

your heart is racing mortifyingly fast so you give him a tight lipped smile and raise your hand in thanks, bringing it back down just as fast when you think about the fact that you were holding your underwear in the same hand.

you think that’s the fastest you’ve ever run away from something, leaning back against the door while pressing the back of your palm to your forehead, your chest heaving. confidence wasn’t a weakness to you and it pissed you off to no end that it seemed to be only when sunghoon was around that you acted like a complete clown.

there was no chance of you surviving this trip.

the following day, you and the boys had gone out for an early lunch. because you were such a big group, they split you into two different tables. yours consisted of jake, heeseung, beomgyu, and jeongin. the entire time you kept your glare on the brunette sitting directly across from you, even as you shoveled rice into your mouth.

“woah, y/n. if looks could kill, hee would be dead by now.” jake laughs, pointing at you with his chopsticks.

“good,” you say flatly. “that’s what i want.”

heeseung looks thoroughly offended by your statement, clicking his tongue in response. “i don’t know why you hate me so much.”

“oh really?” you ask with a small scoff, sarcasm leaking through your words.

“what’d he do?” beomgyu snorts, flicking his eyes between you and heeseung curiously.

you don’t take your eyes off of the latter, rather you give him an even harsher stare than before. you squint slightly, crossing your legs and leaning back into your chair. “he was with me when i was packing my clothes yesterday and when i went to change after i got out of the shower last night, my pajamas were missing. and i swear i packed them. i even double checked my suitcase.”

jeongin purses his lips and raises his eyebrows. “the care bear pajamas?”

“the care bear pajamas!” you exclaim.

“wow, heeseung, it’s like you’re asking to be suffocated with a pillow in your sleep.”

“that was such an oddly specific cause of death.”

“wait a damn minute! how do you even know it was me? why are you just assuming shit like that?” he defends, picking up his hands like he’s innocent of all crimes. jake holds back a laugh at his reaction and jeongin gives him a deadpan expression.

“why are you being so defensive about it? clearly that means it was you.”

“i agree! i know this is apart of his stupid ‘get-y/n-laid’ agenda. what if i don’t wanna get laid?!” you flail your arms exasperatedly.

beomgyu holds up a finger to halt you, scrunching his eyebrows together. “everyone wants to get laid. you’re no exception.”

you narrow your gaze at him as if to say ‘not helping’ and he shuts up, squeezing his lips together. if there was anything he could’ve said in that moment, that was not it. especially not when you were trying to prove your case. you were an independent woman! you didn’t need to sleep around if you didn’t want to! (you did, with a specific person, but that's besides the point.)

“so what’d you end up wearing to sleep?” jeongin asks, resting his chin in his palm before gasping. “wow, n/n, sunghoon got to see you half naked?”

“no! he lent me a shirt!” you dispute frantically.

“boring,” jake drags out the o. “i think i have an extra you can borrow for tonight if you don’t wanna wear that one again.”

“please, you’re a lifesaver, jake,” you clasp your hands together. “unlike someone by the name of lee heeseung, who’s currently on my hit list. you better sleep with one eye open by the way.”

“could you be a little quiet with it though? i share a room with him.” beomgyu throws in.

“don’t worry, gyu. i've been googling different ways that would be silent, quick, and successful.” you fist bump him, before resuming your eating.

“i don’t get why you’re not groveling at my feet and thanking me right now. i did you a favor, you know,” heeseung huffs, his words slightly muffled by the food filling his mouth. “you get to keep his shirt and sleep in the same bed as him. isn’t that a win?”

“i don’t like him like that, seung.” you say a bit harsher than you intended. the table grows quiet at your outburst, even if they all speculate that you’re lying. the silence causes the other table to look over in concern.

whether you’re just extremely unlucky, or the gods actually think you’re a waste of a human being, you don’t know, but things keep screwing up in your favor. you make accidental eye contact with sunghoon, whose lips are slightly turned downward when he sees how distressed you appear.

it pisses you off.

it pisses you off because all you want to do is kiss those same lips until you can’t breathe. you want him to press them all over your skin, making you hot and bothered. you want him to whisper sweet sweet nothings into your ear and pepper little smooches along the shell of it with them. it pisses you off because you know he doesn’t feel the same.

and it’s so fucking annoying.

you’re probably the only girl he’d never see that way, thanks to the long history you share. you’ll always be another one of the guys to him. you’re someone he knows will be there for him to fall back on when a talking stage fails. you’re someone he knows will sit there and listen to his tales of how he got his dick wet, listen to his bragging.

it should deter your feelings, honestly. not only due to the fact that you have no chance with him, but because he was your best friend. you shouldn’t be mad at him for treating you as such. except you can’t help that you are.

after lunch, the group decided you might as well have another beach day, seeing as it was within walking distance from the airbnb. since you weren’t much of a beach fan (you hated the salty air and, even worse, the sand), the boys allowed you to pick the activity for the night.

there was a club you passed by on your way back from the restaurant that looked intriguing, so that was what you landed on.

you watched your friends mess around by the water as you stayed planted on a beach towel under an umbrella, sunglasses perched on the bridge of your nose. your body weight rested on your palms as you leaned back, soaking up the warmth on your skin. your cute white, shimmery bikini was a head turner, guys staring as they walked by you, ogling at your sunbathing.

you half hoped someone would just go up to you instead of drooling from afar, but at the same time, the thought of a stranger approaching you made you nervous. though, it would provide a decent distraction.

you try to act surprised when someone finally takes the bait.

he’s an attractive guy, you’ll admit, with dark hair that falls onto his forehead, slightly in his eyes which are also obscured by a pair of sunglasses. he ruffles it a bit before dropping himself on the sand beside you. he doesn’t talk for a few minutes, just copying your actions.

a small smile makes way onto your lips at his nonchalance and you turn to face him, pushing your shades up on top of your head. he does the same, giving you his own smile. now that you have a full view of his features, you can 100% say that he’s indeed handsome.

with an extended hand, he says, “hi, i’m park jisung.”

you return the gesture, shaking it with a firm grip. “l/n y/n.”

“wow, pretty name for a pretty girl. your parents must’ve known what they were doing.” he flirts with a laugh, almost like it’s second nature for him.

you can’t hide how bashful the compliment makes you, a tiny giggle bubbling from your chest. the bikini gave you a confidence boost when you put it on, but despite that, you were still you. so hearing little things like that always made you shy, especially because you weren’t used to it. how could you? being friends with a bunch of boys and all, guys never really cared to look in your direction.

“do you say that to every girl you meet, park jisung?” you manage to tease back, proud of yourself for recovering so quickly.

his smile morphs into a grin, his teeth peeking through his lips, and his eyes crinkle at the sides. “nope. just the really pretty ones.”

you tilt your chin into your shoulder as you feel heat spread across your cheeks. how was this guy so smooth? it’s like he knew exactly what you wanted/needed to hear and kept saying it.

when you compose yourself, you continue your conversation with jisung. it’s comfortable, even if you’d never met him before today, and it feels like you’ve known him for a while. you learn that he’s also on a trip with his friends, the six of them stationed just a few umbrellas over to your left. (he groans when you catch them spying on the two of you.) then he tells you that he noticed you earlier and his friends had finally convinced him to shoot his shot.

“you know, if you’d come up to me sooner, i would’ve been a lot less bored,” you sigh, scooting a little closer to him. “my friends have been ignoring me since we got here and i fucking hate the beach.”

he chuckles at that, subtly brushing his fingers against yours. “sorry about that. i guess you’re glad i saved the day, huh?”

“very,” you link your pinkie with his. “so, we’re going out later tonight to some club called allure? i think? it’d be really cool if you went, just saying. you can bring your friends.”

“that sounds like fun. maybe you’ll see us there,” he shrugs, nudging your foot with his. “depends on how bad you wanna see me.”

“nooo, don’t do me like that, jisung,” you whine halfheartedly, covering your face with your free hand. “i would like to see you there, but i don’t wanna beg.”

jisung laughs at how cute you are, poking your cheek with a nod. “okay okay, you convinced me. i’ll tell the guys.”

“okay, cool.” you breathe, tangling your fingers with his as you both stare at each other goofily. you almost lean in, the gap between you only disrupted by a centimeter, but then a throat clears itself and you jump apart.

it seemed that the guys all finally noticed you weren’t alone and decided to pay attention to you. you make eye contact with sunghoon and feel a shudder run down your spine, trying your hardest to conceal it.

“hey, y/n, who’s this?” he asks, albeit passively.

“oh, this is jisung. him and his friends are gonna meet us at the club tonight!” you give him a tight lipped smile, glancing over to gauge jisung’s reaction. he doesn’t look too fazed by their presence, instead standing up so he could introduce himself to each of them.

you sputter at the action, surprised that he was so willing to be buddy-buddy with the boys. you assume it’s because he isn’t too intimidated by them, considering they’d been ignorant toward your presence until now.

after he’s done, he turns to you and puffs his cheeks, blowing air between his lips. “i guess i better get going. i’ll see you later?”

“mhm,” you rub his arm. “see you tonight, ji.”

the nickname makes him grin and he ruffles your hair before bidding you all a goodbye. your eyes follow as he walks over to his friends, who are fist bumping in celebration of his success with you. your smile doesn’t go away as you look back at your own friends.

jake jumps up and down, shaking you aggressively by the shoulders. “y/n, holy shit! rizz master or what?”

beomgyu and jeongin burst into an uncontrollable fit of laughter, falling into each other as you roll your eyes. jake would be the one to use such a gen z term at his age. “please never call me that again.”

“well jakey, looks like she won’t need your shirt tonight after all. chances are she’ll use jisung’s instead.” heeseung jokes, smacking your arm playfully.

you cover your face with both hands to shelter how embarrassed they’re making you feel. rule number one for being best friends with a bunch of boys— don’t. they’re nothing but menaces. and if you happen to acquire a friend group of just males— don’t let them meet your significant other.

as you wrap up your day at the beach, so you could head back to the airbnb to get ready for your night out, you realize sunghoon is keeping to himself a lot. and you don’t know what to make of that.

you feel like a million bucks if you’re being completely honest with yourself. you packed one of the nicest dresses you owned in case you needed it and you were so glad you did. it would’ve been awkward rolling up to the club in shorts and a bikini top— though you’re sure management has probably seen that before.

it was gold and sparkly, with spaghetti straps and a lace-up back, low cut enough that it was cute rather than overly revealing. you styled your hair to preference and kept the makeup simple, soft glam that didn’t distract from the outfit. this was the prettiest you felt in weeks— months even— and it was a comforting change of pace.

when you step out of the bathroom, sunghoon is laying on his back on the bed, scrolling through his phone. the sound of your heels clacking on the wooden floor forces him to sit up. “how long does it take to—?”

his words die out once he sees you, his throat going dry and his stomach tightening with an incessant knot. you look so gorgeous, it almost makes him angry that it’s not for him. never in your seven years of friendship has he ever seen you put this much effort in your appearance. (he thinks that’s why he feels himself getting worked up.)

“woah, missy, you’re not leaving the house looking like that. where’s your coat?” he raises an eyebrow, masking the icky feeling brewing inside of him.

“hoon, it’s like a hundred degrees out. we’re in the middle of a heatwave at the peak of the summer, the fuck do i need a coat for?” you counter with a scoff, shoving your phone and some lip gloss along with your credit card and ID in the little clutch you were taking with you.

“i’m just saying,” he shrugs. “you’re practically wearing a piece of cloth, you might get cold.”

“shut up, i’ll be fine.” you snort, exiting the room and leaving him scrambling for control of himself.

the rest of the guys are already waiting downstairs, whistling and hollering once you reach the bottom of the steps. jake tells you to do a little twirl, cheering you on like he was best friends with bella hadid or something. (you won't admit that it fuels your ego.)

“where’s sunghoon?” jay asks crouching to see if he was visible from where he was standing.

“i don’t know, but he’s being weird. my vote is we leave without him.” taehyun holds up a finger, pursing his lips as if he was being totally serious about his suggestion. you laugh at his expression, flicking his forehead.

“don’t be mean, tyun.”

a couple minutes later, sunghoon finally makes his way downstairs, looking conflicted about something. as much as you wanna ask, you know you shouldn’t get into it right now, so you choose not to.

jisung and his group are already at the club when you arrive and he waves you over to the high tables they secured. he introduces you to his six friends; mark, renjun, jeno, donghyuck, jaemin, and chenle. once you’ve met them, the two of you introduce your own friends to each other. it makes you happy that they seem to hit it off, breaking off into smaller cliques.

you and jisung wander off to the bar, ordering some drinks for yourselves. he helps you sit at one of the stools, his hand resting comfortably on your lower back. it doesn’t take long for the bartender to hand you your poison for the night and you take a gulp with a wince, letting the alcohol burn in its course down your throat.

“you look really good, by the way,” jisung compliments, his thumb rubbing circles into the skin that peeks through the straps in the back of your dress. “i didn’t get to tell you when you got here.”

his mouth brushes your ear as he speaks so you can hear him over the booming top forties music playing. there’s not nearly enough alcohol in your system to warrant the heat blooming under your skin so soon. you just giggle in response, spinning in your chair so you’re facing him. you hold your straw between two fingers as you sip at your beverage, looking up at him through thick lashes coated in mascara.

“you’re really something else, y/n,” he shakes his head, downing the rest of his drink before you return to your friends. “i’m gonna use the restroom, i’ll be right back.”

you nod with a smile when he pets your head, pressing a chaste kiss to your temple. it catches you off guard, but you don’t mind it one bit. at least someone was interested in you for once.

heeseung squeezes his way through the crowd to you and narrows his eyes, taking a hold of either side of your head. your cheeks squish together and your lips form a pout, so no matter how annoyed you try to come across, you just look silly. your attempts to get him off of you are futile, making you raise a brow to find out why he was being so touchy-feely.

“i still cannot believe you managed to make moves while you were alone. i literally never saw this coming.”

god, lee heeseung was such a lightweight.

“can you stop being sentimental? it’s kinda gross.” you grimace, your words mushed together much like your cheeks. it’s at this point that jake decides to join in, throwing his arms around your shoulders.

(jake sim was also a lightweight.)

“i love you guys! i’m so glad we’re here together right now!”

you spot jisung coming back from the restroom, pleading for him to save you with your eyes. he laughs and inserts himself in the conversation. “i appreciate you guys watching over y/n for me while i was gone, but do you think i can steal her back?”

“i guess,” jake sighs dramatically, dragging out the s. “but you better bring her back in one piece, park.”

jisung salutes to the brunette, even if he wasn’t at all intimidated by his overprotective parent persona, and whisks you away to get more drinks and then to hit the dance floor. the moment your foot reaches the tiled ground, a summer walker song starts, and all coherent thoughts leave your mind.

you keep one arm wrapped around jisung’s neck as you begin to sway your hips with the music, taking swigs of your drink every now and then. his is long forgotten in favor of gripping your waist like you’d run away any second. you have him wrapped around your finger, the way he’s fixated on you and your movements has your head spinning. but when you glance towards the general direction all of your friends were in, you accidentally make eye contact with none other than park sunghoon.

he’s glaring right at you, making no attempt to hide the distaste on his features while he watches you dance. you keep the eye contact when jisung leans into your neck, his nose grazing the sensitive spot just below your ear.

usually you’d fold then and there, crumbling in his hands and letting him take you home for the night. but there’s something about the darkness in sunghoon’s gaze that sends a shiver down your spine, not the person you were currently grinding into on the dance floor. it sends your mind into a frenzy.

your blissful ignorance to the amount of attraction you truly felt for him was causing more problems than solving them. here you were, a nice guy treating you like an absolute princess, but still thirsting after one of your best friends with not a single ounce of fucking shame. years of pent up frustration and insufferable pining bubble over, and you don’t stop yourself from what you’re about to do next.

you pull back from jisung, finally breaking the staring contest between you and sunghoon, and smile at him, pushing some hair out of his eyes. he gives you a look of utter confusion and you huff. “i’m sorry, but i’m feeling a little tired. i think the drinks are getting to me.”

“do you want me to drop you off at your place?” he asks, so sweetly it actually makes you feel bad about your true intentions. you shake your head ‘no’.

“it’s okay, you can stay here with your friends. i’ll just ask one of the boys,” you respond, patting his cheek. “one of the sober ones.”

“alright, if you insist. just be careful and text me later, yeah?” he gives you that award winning grin that made you weak at the knees just moments ago. this time you don’t give him a verbal response, too afraid of your voice betraying you.

you still don’t say anything as you grab your clutch from the table where your group was at, flickering your vision to sunghoon once before you walk out of the club. the air is cooler than this afternoon, serving as a nice contrast to your warm, sticky skin. your ears are still ringing from the blaring music and you’re pleasantly buzzed, but you feel great.

the sound inside the club travels outside for a second when the door opens and closes, signaling that someone had just walked out. you don’t want to risk the backwards glance in case it’s not who you’re hoping it is and you feel dumb. you opt to stare at the cars passing on the street, hugging yourself.

there’s the ghost of a touch on the small of your back and a broad chest pressed to your shoulders, causing you to jump slightly. “ditched that dude finally?”

you swallow thickly, his deep voice reverberating in your bones. “and if i did?”

sunghoon chuckles, his fingers dancing around the knot of your dress. “then i won’t have to feel like an asshole for what i’m about to do to you.”

you squeak as he starts to push you in the direction of the airbnb, your feet carrying you as fast as you can with your heels. the walk is silent except for the clicking against the concrete sidewalk, but it’s heavy with tension. half of you wants to say something, to ask what’s even happening. you don’t even realize he’s punching the numbers into the keypad and pulling you into the house until you’re pinned to the shut door, nose skimming yours.

sunghoon has a desperate grip around your wrists, breathing like he’d just ran a marathon. you stare up at him with wide eyes. you’re not entirely sure what you were hoping for when you executed this plan, but this wasn’t anywhere near the list of outcomes. in fact, you were positive that park sunghoon didn’t feel any sort of attraction to you.

“hoon,” you gasp, tongue swiping across your bottom lip.

he grins, his canines peeking through those lips of his that looked so soft. “you look so pretty tonight, n/n. can’t believe i get to have you all to myself.”

your head feels empty, like there’s nothing but cotton filling your skull where your brain should be. this was something out of a dream for you, something you’d only ever seen in your darkest fantasies. you wanted him to kiss you so badly it was beginning to ache. your head tilts to the side just a bit, your eyes alternating between his mouth and his own.

“need you,” you whisper, voice airy. “‘ve been waiting for this for so long.”

he connects your lips at that, a burning fever behind his actions as he does so. the dizziness doesn’t go away, instead amplifying. he releases your wrists in favor of grabbing at your thighs, his blunt nails digging into the plush skin. you tangle your fingers in his hair and tug at the silky strands, forcing a groan out of him. kissing sunghoon is sickening. it’s exactly how they describe it in books, the stomach churning and the goosebumps and all. this morning, you never would’ve thought you’d be here, but you’re completely satisfied with this turn of events.

“bedroom,” he breathes. “don’t want anyone seeing you like this but me.”

he doesn’t have to tell you twice, your heels discarded at the bottom of the stairs. the minute you’re in your shared room, his mouth is hot on yours again and you’re collapsing on to the bed. his hands are everywhere and there’s too many clothes between you. you slide your hands under his shirt, grazing your nails along his abdomen, smiling when it tenses under your touch. he gets the memo, removing his shirt and tossing it haphazardly behind him. you fumble with the button of his jeans and he laughs at how needy you are, solidifying just how real this moment actually is.

you notice that he’s already hard once his pants are gone and you palm his bulge as you lean back in for another kiss. he sighs into your mouth, reaching around your back to untie the knot on your dress. the straps fall instantaneously, the front of the fabric slipping down to reveal your bare chest. sunghoon’s lips move from yours to your jaw and along the column of your neck until he’s at your chest, looking up at you as he leaves open mouthed kisses all over your tits. you moan softly when the warmth of his mouth envelopes a sensitive nipple, slipping your dress off all the way so you’re left in nothing but your panties.

he steps back for a second to kick the article of clothing away, before caging your body with his. “i’ve been wanting to get you out of that dress all night. it pissed me off that you didn’t put it on for me, but he doesn’t get to see you all fucked out untouched, now does he?”

you shake your head, but that doesn’t satisfy him. his thumb finds your clit through the thin material of your underwear, rubbing tight circles into it to get a reaction from you. your lips part and your eyes squeeze shut, but it’s not enough for him. he grabs your chin a little forcefully, smushing your cheeks together like heeseung did earlier— however there was nothing wholesome about this moment.

“i asked you a fucking question.” sunghoon all but growls.

“n-no, hoon. only you,” you whimper, his mean demeanor turning you on even more. you’re embarrassed by the wet patch forming on the front of your panties and deep deep down you’re thanking lee heeseung for throwing the other pair out of your suitcase. (very very very deep down— you’d never give him the benefit of being right.)

“that’s my good girl,” he hooks his fingers into the waistband, glancing at you for confirmation. “are we really going through with this? you can back out now.”

your heart thumps disgustingly loud in your ears at how sincere he sounds and you pray to god that he can’t hear it. “sunghoon, i’m laying half naked in front of you right now— if you don’t fuck me—”

“alright alright… you got it,” he laughs that cute laugh of his, the one he reserves solely for you. the one that has crows feet forming at the corners of his eyes. it drives you crazier than anything else he’s done the entire night.

sunghoon slides your underwear down your legs with one hand, the other propping himself up to hover over you. you kick them off, biting your lip and hissing when he decides to run a finger up your slit. he curses as he watches how your arousal coats the digit. all you’ve done is kiss and you’re dripping.

“you’re soaked, baby,” he practically groans, pecking your jaw. “gonna ruin your pussy so you know who you belong to.”

you whine when he thrusts a finger in without warning, quickly adding a second and massaging your swollen clit with the pad of his thumb. your head rolls back as moans and expletives spill from your mouth. sunghoon takes the opportunity to mark you as his, sucking and biting your neck and chest like he was a leech, ensuring bruises formed in his wake. he finds the sweet spot at your pulse point, curling his fingers at the same time he nips at it.

“f-fuck, right th-there, hoonie,” you mewl, instinctively spreading your legs wider.

at this rate, you don’t think you’ll last much longer.

you know he can tell too with the way he speeds up the pace of his fingers. you clench around them and he connects your lips once again, his tongue tangling with yours messily. it’s so sloppy and so aggressive, but it’s perfect. it’s so sunghoon.

he keeps working at you, kissing everywhere he can until he pushes the right buttons to make you fall apart in his hands. when he finally finds it— a little nibble to your earlobe— your back arches further into him, your moans uncontrollable and incomprehensible as your orgasm washes over you. the skill of his mouth and hands has you reeling from the experience knowing no one else could ever make you feel like this ever again.

once you’ve come down, he slowly pulls his fingers out, sucking them so he can taste you and all that you are. he groans before pressing a quick kiss to your lips. you sigh in content.

“if you cum like that just from my fingers, i can’t wait to see how you look with my cock,” he mutters into your mouth, evoking a whine out of you. “so gorgeous.”

sunghoon steps away to remove his underwear, revealing himself to you. you have to stop yourself from drooling, reaching out to stroke his length languidly. he hisses as he goes back in for another kiss, biting on your lower lip when your thumb swipes over the slit on his sensitive tip.

he drags you to the edge of the bed, pushing away your hands so he can guide himself to your entrance. “are you ready for me, baby?”

“mhm,” you whimper, wrapping your legs around his waist to get him closer— if possible. “want you so bad, sunghoon.”

the sound of his name leaving your lips so filthily has the blood rushing from his brain to his dick even faster than before. he slips in easily, your arousal lubricating enough for him to bottom out almost completely. his balls slap against your ass when he does, his cock sheathed inside of you so far it’s like it’s poking your stomach.

his pace starts slow and consistent, his hips rocking into yours with timed thrusts that hit deep. your legs feel weak and your head is spinning, drunk off of his cock and how good it is. but it’s not satisfying you, you need more. you want more.

your heels dig into the dip of his lower back and you mewl, “faster, p-please.”

“anything for you, pretty girl.” he grunts, using one hand to grip your hip and the other to form a makeshift ponytail with your hair, tugging your head back so he can rest his forehead in the crook of your neck.

sunghoon angles his hips and pistons his cock into you quicker. each thrust is punctuated by his pelvis snapping into your own harshly and his fistful of your hair stinging your scalp. his hold on your waist is nearly bruising, but you don’t really care, too high from the pleasure he’s providing you. your moans raise in volume as you feel the band in your belly grow tighter.

your pussy clenches around him and he releases your hair in favor of rubbing tight circles into your clit. the stimulation of his cock driving in and out of you combined with his thumb on your most sensitive area has alarms blaring in your head as a warning for your second incoming orgasm. “i’m so so close, hoon, fuck— just like that,”

“c’mon baby, you can give it to me,” he coos, changing his angle again so he reaches that spongy spot in your cunt.

you swear you can see spots when it crashes onto you, your whole body spasming with the intensity of it. sunghoon prolongs your orgasm, still thrusting into you with a purpose. you know he’s closer to his edge too from how desperate he’s moving and the whines leaving his lips. you’re so sensitive it’s making you insane, but you allow him to keep abusing your pussy.

“where do you want me?” he asks breathily, his sweaty forehead sticking to your skin.

“inside,” you moan, your toes curling. “cum inside me, sunghoon,”

he just about loses it at that, fucking into you with everything he can manage and sinking his nails into the fat of your hips to hold you still. you’re overstimulated and your brain is foggy so you keep squirming around, involuntarily squeezing your walls around his length. it’s not too much later that he finally releases, painting your cunt with milky white ropes of cum.

he slumps forward once he’s given all he has to offer, his chest flat against yours while he attempts to regulate his breathing. the two of you lie there for a bit, recovering from what just happened. eventually he pulls out and disappears into the bathroom, only to return with a warm and damp washcloth seconds after. he hands it to you wordlessly and you awkwardly clean yourself up, wincing due to the acute sensitivity you were feeling. sunghoon sits beside you, naked and silent.

you think it’s funny how he was so confident not even ten minutes ago and now he’s acting like a shy teenager. you know you have to talk about the situation at hand and what it means for your relationship, but in this moment, the cloudiness of your head subsided, that fear of rejection has creeped back in. was it just a temporary lapse of judgment on his part? did he just feel attraction towards you because you dolled yourself up for once?

the insecurity rushes in like a tsunami wave and you want nothing more than to get out of here before you drown.

“i—”

“we—”

you both speak at the same time, cutting each other off before you can continue. he gestures for you to go first and you sigh, reaching for the t-shirt thrown over the bedpost from this morning. you slip it on, along with your discarded underwear, to hide your body, comparatively aware of how exposed you were. he follows suit, putting his underwear back on.

“i think i should sleep somewhere else tonight.” you say, your tone uneasy.

sunghoon’s eyebrows knit together in confusion. “w-what? why?”

“it’s already awkward enough,” you avoid his eyes. “i don’t think sleeping in the same bed is gonna help.”

“i was just trying to put together the right words,” he explains, brows still furrowed. “i don’t wanna give you a half assed confession after we just had sex, y’know? you deserve something more intimate than that.”

you blink, thrown for a loop by his admission. well now you felt like an idiot.

“c-confession?” you stutter, resembling a cartoon character with your jaw on the ground.

“did you— did you think i was gonna treat this as a random hookup?” his lips form a frown, like he was offended by your assumption.

“um, yeah? i mean, you never really expressed any interest in me before tonight, sunghoon. you’ve only ever talked about other girls you’ve fucked around with. you can’t really blame me.” you play with the hem of the (his) t-shirt.

his hand finds its way under your chin, lifting it so you have to look at him. the glint in his eyes is soft and you will away the tears threatening to appear. “you really have no idea huh?”

“what are you talking about?” you sniffle.

“y/n, i’ve been in love with you for like five years. any time i’ve talked about another girl, it was to see whether or not you seemed bothered by it. did you actually think i felt nothing for you?” sunghoon snorts, wiping away a stray tear that rolls down your cheek.

“yeah,” you laugh, feeling a little silly for not knowing he liked you this entire time. “i guess i was blinded by my own emotions.”

“that’s why it made me mad that you were hitting it off so well with that jisung guy,” he holds one of your hands in his lap, caressing your knuckles with his thumb. “i kinda figured you felt the same, but i was starting to doubt it after that.”

“hoon, i was only doing that ‘cause i thought i had no chance with you,” you shake your head. “if you had told me sooner, all of this could’ve been prevented.”

“or if you told me sooner.” he adds with a shrug.

you lightly poke his chest with a playful eye roll. he smiles at you fondly and you think this is perfect. you weren’t expecting the night to go in this direction, but you definitely aren’t complaining. somehow you feel like heeseung is to thank, in an odd way. (you’d never let him know that though.)

“can i kiss you again? for real this time?” sunghoon asks, scooting a little closer to you on the bed.

you nod, leaning into him so you can connect your lips in a sweet kiss. it’s not full of hunger or desire, but it still has that same passion from earlier. it’s loving and it’s everything you’ve ever needed from a kiss with park sunghoon.

you don’t get to indulge in the moment any longer, though, a thud sounding outside your room and hushed voices filtering from under the door. you and sunghoon share a look.

“shut the fuck up, they’re gonna hear us!”

“you’re the one being loud, what are you saying?”

“jake shut your fucking mouth, don’t back talk me.”

“wait why are they quiet?”

“shhh!”

sunghoon scoffs before he opens the door, revealing your friends all gathered in front of it. jake and kai fall forward, ears first. they give you guilty smiles when they realize they’ve been caught, chuckling uncomfortably.

“beomgyu, you owe me five bucks.” heeseung says when he takes notice of the clothes strewn across the room.

nevermind. lee heeseung truly was the bane of your existence.

© yeonjunszn. do not steal, claim, or repost.

[moonaliisa]

🕯️ — as long as you stand by me

ABBY ANDERSON X (FEMALE) READER

summary :

coming back from a long day among your patrol to the wlf base in seattle, you are counting every seconds you have left before finally hugging your girlfriend.

bumping into a lot more people than expected, many emotions filled your mind until abby's fingertips touch your skin and lead you to focus only on the sound of her voice.

this story contains explicit sexual content ; fic, 13.046 words.

Repositioning your bag on the back of your two shoulders, you came to slide your fists into your back exerting pressure on it, a sharp groan slipping from your lips as it cracked. Today had been a long day, you left before sunrise and returned shortly after sunset. You were hungry, but more than anything, you were thirsty, your water bottle emptied since this afternoon and the idea of gulping down the hundredth burrito of these months drying out your throat.

"Well everyone, thank you all for your good work today. We are counting on you to come back in the next few days with the same motivation, and don't forget to register the supplies that you have all been able to bring back individually." your patrol nodded, a quick 'yeah' coming out of your mouths. The vehicles moving away from you, you all headed for the entrance to the base. The daily work was finally over.

When you joined the WLF, you refused to join the armed side of the Seattle militant organization. It wasn’t because fear told you so, but because you didn't share the same vision about settling the disputes over the territory as Isaac does. From that moment on, you had entered your name in the list of patrols responsible for searching clear areas for anything useful back in the base. You were deeply satisfied with the items you found today, walking near what looked like an old daycare, you had managed to get your hands on many children's clothes, diapers, toys, and other items that had been visibly missing for the past few months.

"Hey Pat." you said softly to the man in charge of distributing the weapons of the WLF. "Hey. How was today ?" he replied with a nod. "We did walked in on a few Runners but, other than that, it was kind of quiet." you answered, a polite smile on your face. "Good to hear. Any good finds ?" you handed him your two pistols, nodding positively. "Guess I'm going to make some parents happy today." he let out a quick chuckle. "Even better. Have a good rest." he said while turning his back at you laying down your arms. "You too, Pat." you finished, walking towards the dinning hall.

After writing down all of your finds, you finally sat down on one of the benches in the huge room, a burrito in your hand, a heavy huff leaving your body. Elbows on the tables, you began to unroll your meal from the paper in which it was rolled up. "Thought you'd come say hello to me first, amiga." you heard whispered in your ear making you jump. "God, Manny ! Stop doing that." you laughed placing a hand on your chest. "Didn’t mean to scare you." he lied, a growing smirk on his face. "Yeah, you never do, pendejo." you joked, punching him gently in the rib.

Shortly after you started dating with Abby, Manny, her ride or die, became a very close friend. Before that, you only knew him by his name which you had already heard mentioned many times by women in the WLF on subjects that you sometimes wish you could erase from your memory. When you don't really know this character, he can seem irritating at first, always filled with sarcasm and never know when to stop joking around. But that must probably be one of the reasons the two of you became close so quickly, you were a bit like that too, very much less extroverted in return.

"Come take a seat, amigo." you offered him, your hand patting the free space of the bench you were sitting on. "Appreciate it sweetheart, but I just finished mine. I should rather go take a shower." he replied smiling at you. "Oh so you do take showers huh ?" Manny gently punched your shoulder as you chuckled. "Wait, are you seeing someone tonight ?" you asked, slightly frowning. "A gentleman never tells." he raised both hands in the air. "Mhm 'gentleman' my ass." you rolled your eyes.

Looking quickly around and behind Manny, you couldn't spot Abby among the crowd of people in the dinning hall. "Abby’s not with you ?" you asked concerned. "Nah, el amor de tu vida looks like she overdosed on those burritos. She headed directly to y’all bedroom. Well, according to her." he replied with a smirk on his face, his hand resting on your shoulder. "Right. Can't blame her." you concluded, trying to avoid his gaze now filled with innuendo. "Guess I wasn't the only one planning on taking a shower tonight, huh ?" Manny was patting you on the shoulder. "You really are unbearable, cabrón." you said looking exasperated while he looked like he was having the time of his life.

Taking your first bite of the taste you knew too well, you slapped his hand off your shoulder which earned you another laugh from him. "I like you too, amiga." he said softly. "Have a great night." he added, this time, surprisingly, without his familiar cocky tone. "Have a great one too, amigo." you returned his genuine comment, but still emphasizing on the 'great' part. You watched him walk away, smiling to yourself and shaking your head.

While you are eating, you realize that you gradually and definitively no longer had the feeling of seeing all those eyes pointed at you, only with a few exceptions. Abby is a big name in the WLF, the female symbol of strength, the strongest soldier among them, Isaac's greatest weapon, Abby was also a figure of the movement. When your relationship started, you two were quite reluctant to show yourselves to everyone, apart from the people who were close to you.

None of you doubt the strong bond you had, but indirectly announcing it to what seemed like the world to you was a huge deal for both of you. Everything happened naturally, each taking the time she needed so that the ease of being seen no longer poses a problem. It started with you two being openly inseparable, no matter where you went, Abby was your shadow, an inseparable pair. Then, Abby became more tactile, one of her hands always on you, whether it's on your shoulder that she would stroke with her thumb, or the palm of her hand that she delicately placed in the crook of your back to be able to tell you that she is following your steps.

One day, Abby decided she was ready to hold your hand in public and ever since, her fingers were always intertwined with yours, that is the day the stares started to get more and more insistent, as if their burning eyes were going to urge the two of you to walk up to the tables, hand in hand, shouting the official status of your relationship. You two felt that heavy pressure on you in any room you walked into, the loud whispers, the faces turning one after the other.

Manny had never bothered to stare back at the members of the WLF who allowed themselves to stare at you for too long, you had the opportunity to see him in action several times. You had heard him sigh curses under his breath, sometimes some in Spanish that you couldn't even understand. In those moments, you’d try to meet his gaze and you would give him a reassuring smile, he would take a deep breath and no longer pay attention to the surroundings, or at least he would act like it.

A few weeks after holding your hands, during a small event organized by a team of gardeners to celebrate the most abundant harvest of the year, Abby had grabbed your face between her hands and kissed you tenderly for the first time. It was obviously not your first kiss, far from it, but it was your first outside private walls. It happened so easily, so naturally, you couldn't help smiling that day there and notice the small smirk that Abby was wearing too.

It didn't happen during a specific moment. It was completely unexpected, and it was certainly what you liked the most about this one. When you asked Abby 'why ?', she simply replied, blushing, that 'you were really pretty when you smiled at her' and so she hadn't thought. She just did whatever popped into her head at that exact moment, not thinking about who might see you. Actually, it’s been a long time since Abby didn't care.

Following this event, everyone started to pay less attention to you. It seems that Abby's 'official declaration' was enough to satisfy the too pronounced taste of some to meddle in what does not concern them. Knowing that your relationship was now almost no longer the attraction of the residents lifted a weight off your shoulder. From now on, many were no longer interested about it and to your delight.

Finishing your snack, you would get up throwing the paper of it in a trash can on your way. Currently, you only had one idea and desire in mind and it was to finally be able to find your partner and the reassuring home that her arms were. Your feet were already starting to get tired of carrying you, and you were already feeling the satisfaction that was the sensation of the hot water inside the shower running down your so tense body.

Facing the door leading to the hallway of the bedrooms, you put your hand on the doorknob. "Hey !" you heard coming from behind, and turning around, you saw Owen. "Hi." you greeted him. "I was wondering, uhm…" he paused, looking you in the eyes, trying to finish his sentence. "How have you been ?" Owen asked smiling, crossing his arm over his chest. "Oh well, uhm, I've been doing alright. We both are doing alright actually. What about you ?" you asked back, turning your head slightly to the side.

Owen uncrossed his arms, shoving his hands into his front pockets. He looked tense, you didn't know if it was because of the situation, or because of your current relationship, or maybe both. "Oh that’s- That’s cool. Well, we're doing great with Mel too, a little stressed of course but, everything’s perfect so far." he answered. "Right, I heard there wasn't much time left for you and Mel before the big day. I'm glad there's only good news." you nodded, and he took a breath. "I, huh…" he tried to start. "I also wanted to let you know that in the past, I know that I haven't always done the right things with Abby-" he didn't have time to finish "Yeah." before you cut him mid sentence.

You could tell he didn't expect you to approve from the way his body froze as soon as you said that word. "Listen, I know what you're trying to say. What you did to her, what you had with Abby, it belongs to the past. Now she moved on. We both moved on. It's just better we keep it that way." you said as nicely as possible. "Right." Owen replied simply, looking around. "And I do appreciate the effort you made coming up to me." you smiled briefly.

As he began to take a step back, you remembered. "Oh and, by the way, returning from patrol, I was able to bring back several items for children and newborns. So, if you ever need something you can just go and give it a look." he turned his attention back to you, smiling softly. "Oh that's some great news. I'll for sure take a look. Thank you." he nodded. "It's a good decision you made, walking away from… this, with Mel. It'll be a very great start for the children." you finished. "Yeah I think so too. Well, good night." he concluded. "Good night." you answered, pressing the doorknob under your palm.

Taking the endless stairs, you reached the corridor of the bedrooms. Turning to your left, it was only a matter of seconds before you finally reached the place you had been missing all day, or rather the person you would find there. And there it was, door number 203, the door separating you from heaven. Your eyes stopped on the writing just below, 'Anderson Abigail, Alvarez Manuel', time had passed and you still hadn't made a move for the secretariat to register the name changes of the residents, you would do it later, you thought.

Knocking on the door in your special way to both of you, you opened it. "I'm home." you declared, puffing slightly from tiredness. "I'm in the bathroom !" Abby shouted from there. Heavily removing your shoes on the floor, you hastened to unload the weight of your bag from your back, tossing it gently aside by the handle. Heading to the small kitchen on your right, you noticed that the sink was empty, meaning that Abby had taken care of the dirty dishes as soon as she got home. Opening a cupboard door above you, you grabbed a glass, filled it with water and it made you feel like you were alive again, your dry organs certainly thanking you.

Putting the glass on the edge of the sink and washing your hands, you then followed the earlier indications of your lover. "May I come in ?" you asked hesitantly. "Of course." she replied, chuckling. As the door opened, a heavy wave of heat hit you in the face, a thin layer of mist having formed inside. "Hi, you." Abby greeted you with that sweet and purring voice of her.

"Hi, Abigail." you purred back, getting closer to her as she smirked at your calling. You took the time to look at her, no matter how many times you did, you were still so blown away. Coming out of the shower, she was only wearing a towel rolled up around her lower waist. Her hair, still tied up, were losing a few damp strands sticking to her face and along her neck. A few drops of water were still dripping from the top of her temple, crashing onto her collarbones. Her torso, bare, leaving you with a full view of her muscular shoulders, strong arms, pretty sculpted chest, abs as visible as if they were drawn on stone, and the top of her mesmerizing v-line, all glistening from the humidity of the room. Just the sight of this woman had you weaked on your knees, and that wasn't a single complaint.

"Come here." she opened her arms, sounding desperate. "I'd love that, but I'm literally covered in sweat." she rolled her eyes at your comment. "You think that would stop me ?" she asked rhetorically, raising her eyebrows. "Of course not. But there is no way that I'm dirtying this perfect clean body of yours." you affirmed, pointing at her. "Ugh, then come here and give me a kiss, at least." she whined, her arms still open in your direction.

Now almost pressed against her, she grabbed your face in her hands, caressing your cheek with one of her thumbs. As she pulled her face closer from yours, you slipped your hand to the back of her neck, both of you pressing your warm lips together with want. As she deepened the kiss, Abby's tongue asked for permission to enter. Opening your mouth, her tongue slipped inside, starting a fiery dance with yours. "I missed you, stinky." she chuckled, out of breath.

A bright giggling coming out of your throat, you placed one of her wet locks behind her ear. "I missed you too, pretty girl. A lot." you admitted, your gaze deep into hers, Abby smiled, her cheeks puffing out, one of the cutest things you could ever see. She took your hand in hers, brought it to her mouth and kissed your knuckles. "Now get into that shower, before you make me go insane." she urged, looking you up and down, refraining from hugging you, as you asked her. "Roger that, Captain." you joked, making her shake her head.

Getting rid of your clothes, raising your arms, you pulled your shirt over your head. Folding it in your hands, you threw it away - or rather missed it - next to the top of a basket in which both of you placed the dirty laundry to be cleaned in the common laundromats of the base. "Nice shot, LeBron." Abby retorted, eyebrows raising and slowly nodding her head. "I'm a natural." you replied cockily, sliding your hands down the top of your cargo pants, untying it.

Sliding it down your legs, you could feel Abby staring at you, and raising your head, your gaze met hers directly. She was leaning against the edge of the sink, leaning on her forearms against it, a little smile and burning eyes on her face. "Enjoying the view, I take ?" you chuckled quietly. "Well, I ain't complaining, am I ?" she answered in a low tone, once again looking you up and down before you let out a quite timid chuckle. Not looking away, you ran your hands behind your back, unhooking the clip of your bra.

Your top now completely bare too, Abby's eyes were burning hotter on you than before and a quick shiver ran up your spine, you wondered if she might have noticed. Your underwear being the last garment to join all the others, you could turn around and open the shower door right behind you, not missing Abby's stare remaining on you while doing so.

"So, how was your day going ?" you promptly started the conversation, her gaze risking to make you melt. "Pretty typical. We spent the day on the front line, haven't run into that much Scars though, and cleared a few houses." she stated as you applied shampoo to the palm of your hand, applying it to your hair. "Isaac's still putting you in front line even if you have been since the beginning of the week ?" a hint of angriness in your voice, you frowned while massaging your scalp. "A downside of being one of Issac's right-hand soldiers. I guess." she tried to say reassuringly, a frustrated groan leaving your lips.

You were so pissed off that Isaac hardly ever gave Abby a break. Always putting her here or there, when he was mostly in his office writing down the next list of convoys he would send to the front. He treated her like she was blessed with some kind of unlimited energy, which she also never complained about to him. Actually, no one would really complain about anything Isaac would say to him. You couldn't even remember the number of times you risked knocking on his door to ask him to be more understanding of her, but you wouldn't want to give Abby the image of the girlfriend who would complain to her boss about some tiredness that wasn't hers. You also trusted Abby about the fact that she wouldn't stay quiet if tasks came to encroach on your free time together.

"What about you ?" she asked swiftly, seeing you getting nervous about this. "Pretty typical too." you answered drily, only the image of Isaac snoring with his two feet crossed on his desk while she was the one risking her life outside in mind. "Meaning… ?" she was trying to get you to go on, make you think about something else. "Our patrol was sent to one of the areas yours had cleared two days ago, and we got pretty lucky on that one actually, even though we walked in on some Runners." you started, now cleaning your upper body. "How many ?" Abby was quick to respond, concern in her voice. "Don't worry, the patrol only reported 5 in total." you tried to reassure her.

Slightly moving your face under the shower head trying to get some soap off your face, you could now see her face down and hands firmly gripping the edge of the sink. "Still, it's my job to make sure you're safe out there. Dammit, I thought we cleared properly." she said hoarsely. "And I'm sure you did." you retorted, her face turning to look at you. "They're always on the move, day and night. Some may have passed by after you Abs, and you know it." you said in a confident tone, now cleaning your lower body. "You did a perfect job." you finished, smiling at her.

"Whatever." was all she managed to say, averting her gaze from yours and staring at the wall in front of her. "Please, don't be so hard on yourself Abigail." you sadly said. Your voice sounding woeful, she looked at you again, breathing slowly. 'Abigail', it was just her name and yet she felt like no one ever called her that every time you did. She could hear you repeat it for hours and still feel her heart pounding on her thoracic cage. "Did you find anything worthwhile there ?" she asked, trying to take her mind off what you stated earlier.

You turned around letting the water run through your hair, smiling and nodding. "Yeah, I got my hands on a bunch of really great stuff." a smirk could be seen on your face. "What about it ?" Abby asked, matching your joy. "I walked past an old daycare. From the outside it looked like it was in a horrible state, but on the inside it was as if it had never been looted before." you happily explained to her. "You're joking." she said enthusiastically. "I'm not !" you joked out, the water now cleaning your entire body.

"I was able to get my hands on toys, clothes, diapers, bibs, and by calling part of the patrol we were able to bring back a few strollers !" you were listing your finds, a big smile across your face. "Always knew my girl was lucky charm." Abby said, crossing her arms over her chest. You met her gaze, not saying anything, just smiling at each other. Now finally washed, you opened the shower door, Abby already leaning over to the towel holder, grabbing yours.

Your feet on the bathmat, you leaned back clutching your hair in your hands, the water splashing against the shower floor. "Here." Abby whispered tenderly, handing you the towel. "Thank you." you said back in the same tone. Wrapping yourself entirely in it, you thought about who you met in the dinning hall. "Speaking of it." you started, Abby looking in your eyes again. "I ran into Owen earlier. Right after eating." you informed her, her brows furrowing slightly. "Did he said something to you ?" she asked troubled. "Not at all. He started to give me some kind of an excuse about the behavior he had with you, well, before I stopped him." she hummed at your answer, a little bit reassured.

"But it wasn't a disturbing conversation. We had a quick chat about how well Mel was doing and I told him about today's finds." you finished, stopping rubbing on your now dry body. "So, everything's good ?" waiting for your answer, she seemed more relaxed. "Everything's good." you affirmed, placing your hand on her cheek, stroking it gently with your thumb. "Then what are you waiting for ?" you wondered what she was talking about before she opened her arms again.

Giggling like a kid, you jumped into her arms, wrapping yours around her waist. She pressed her cheek to yours, placing her head in the crook of your neck, breathing you in. Her lips brushing your skin, even after all this time, she still couldn't process the feeling of your skin against hers. You felt so honeyed, yet she was sure you felt her scratched. One of her hands moved to the back of your head, gently playing with your locks of hair. Her other hand came to detach the top of your towel that you had wrapped around your chest, leaving it hanging only at the bottom of your waist, just like her.

The little shiver that went through you due to the lost of the fabric around your naked body was quickly replaced by the warmth of her forearm passing around your waist and squeezing your side. The feeling of your two bare breasts pressed against each other was divinely indescribable, it could only be felt. So close, you could feel her heart beating against yours, the heat from her mouth dancing on your neck. Brushing your skin with her mouth, Abby still couldn't precess the tenderness of your skin. You were as pure as morning dew, as elegant as a rose that had just opened for the first time.

Abby longed to be able to be reborn, having a new body to give you, a gift that you could selfishly brag about being the only one to possess. Your touches offered her the home she had never had, came to comfort her in her darkest nights. How anyone other than her could boast of having found true love when you were right here in her arms. How so selfish could the brain be to pretend to be the heart by imprinting on her that old relationship path she had had with Owen.

Owen. A part of her still liked him no matter what he did, of course, he was the one present during the most traumatic moment of her life. She hated her brain, her brain that had trapped her in the trap of thinking they were made for each other, when you were the one she was born to be with. She always remained respectful towards him, she always felt like she owed him something because of what he had to go through with her. But sometimes, she fantasized about screaming in his face that a hole her heart had been sealed because she had found the right person for her, that only a single one of your smiles had given her more feeling than one of his acts towards her, that the feeling of your lips had erased all the hurt he had done to her.

She hated herself, it was no secret. But you gave her hope, hope that she could be more than who she was letting herself be. She wasn't seeing the shadow of a monster in your eyes, but the reflection of a broken and scared little girl hiding behind weapons and heavy armor to ensure that she had a strength strong enough to protect the child she was years ago. She hated you for that, she hated you for breaking down that solid wall she had taken so many years to build. You were the sunset on the plain, and she was the devastating hurricane.

You had truly seen in her, you had undressed her with your eyes the first time you had laid them on her, and she was so scared of it. Everything she thought she would never show, all her greatest fears, the darkest part of her soul, you laid it all out right in front of you, and she thought she would lose you. Yet, you were still there, by her side, admiring the sides of her that she hated, you took her hand and led her through it. Her broken parts never pushed you away, you spent so much of your time helping her put them back together one by one.

Sometimes she wondered if she really deserved you, you were an angel whose wings she was afraid to dirty, you were a petal that too strong a wind might break. When she hugged you, she did it as hard as she could, enough not to hurt you, and enough to keep her fear away. She was afraid that one day, you would fly away, you were too sweet to be true and one day, heaven will have to call for you back. But how could she ever let you go ? She couldn't and she wouldn't, may the wrath of the Gods strike if they want, you would stay right in her arms no matter what.

If heaven had a form, had a voice, had a smell, was even touchable, it could only be you. How could the world be so cruel to bring a soul like yours to this earth, during these times, during all possible times. She was ready to climb any mountain, cross any ocean, set the world on fire if necessary to protect you. Give her all your sorrows, all your fears, all your pains, she would endure them all for you without hesitation. Your heart was a treasure that she locked up in the highest fortress

You were the most restorative drug imaginable, and she wasn't about to get ride of her addiction. "I love you." you whispered in her ear, placing a kiss on the top of her head. "I love you too. I love you so much." she whispered back to you, her embrace growing stronger, your skins melting together. You backed up a bit, lifting her face with your hands, kissing her cheek. She brought her face forward, sealing your burning lips together with want. You tasted sugary, you tasted sweet, you tasted heavenly, you tasted delightful, you tasted hers, and it drives her crazy.

Her hand sliding below your breast, she ran her thumb over your nipple, enjoying the feel of it. A small gasp escaped your mouth, your hand breaking away from around her waist and tracing a long and tender path down her back. Abby started kissing the bottom of your neck, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses. This time, you let out a loud moan that she covered with her mouth, both of you moaning into each others. Your hands running wild, you ran one of your hands around the back of her head, grabbing her hair, pulling it gently, making her groan. "Getting ourselves cleaned up just to go back to sweating so soon ?" you chuckled out of breath. "Tell me to stop." she said back, stopping the kisses that you already missed, looking at you, waiting for your answer that she already knew.

Not answering anything, you looked your gaze into hers, your eyes going from hers to her lips. Slowly and gently, you ran your thumb along her bottom lip, bitting yours. Abby quickly pressed her lips to yours again, this time in a more dominant way than the last. As her hands began to move down your waist, a familiar warmth began to form in your lower abdomen. Your back arched, your breasts rubbing against each other, your nipples hardening, feeling so much and not enough at the same time.

Her hands clinging to the top of the last piece of fabric covering you, she untied it, throwing it harshly to the floor, never breaking the kiss. Now completely naked, one of her hands came to rest on your hip brushing it with her thumb, the other caressing and gripping your butt. "Abby…" you were moaning her name like a song, or rather like a prayer. She hummed against your mouth, her name in yours sounding so right. Again, again, please just one more time, she thought, never wanting you to stop repeating it.

Detaching one of her hands from under your thigh, she opened the door almost knocking it against the wall. A small chuckle escaping your mouth at her actions so hasty, you took a moment to look at her. Her bewitching blue eyes, as clear as the pacific, in which you would be ready to let yourself sink. Even though you were already diving inside her soul, inside her being. You already let yourself sink blindly into her depths, so dark and narrow that you had yet managed to enlighten little by little.

You hadn't made the discovery of all these depths, you were certain of it. It was a work on oneself that took time, and you would let her take the time she needed. Trust was one of the most important things, it could be lost in a heartbeat. You trusted Abby and Abby trusted you, that's all you cared about. How could anyone need presents as proof of bonding, when all you needed was her comforting eyes upon you, whispering to you that she was ready to let you in.

What a sight for sore eyes that woman was. The most perfect piece of art you could work out all the details on, discovering new colors, new erasures, new meanings. Her strong nose, giving her face this silhouette so perfectly drawn that you could recognize it even after the sun went down. Her precious freckles, mostly focused on her cheekbones and her nose, decorating her face like millions of stars in a summer sky. Her long and soft hair smelled like summertime too, a scent of freedom that you could wrap around the tip of your finger.

Gently guiding your back on what you both managed to make a bed of (consisting in two single beds pushed together and connected by a two-seater mattress in the middle), Abby started a new trail of kisses always going even lower. Not missing a single piece of your skin, she kissed your body like as if it was the first and last time. Every place his mouth passed, you thought a flower might grow there, taking fertilizer from the sweetness of her touches. Once again, it was just you and her, did the world really existed before she touched you ? Was it just your imagination ? Were the knocks on the door your brain playing tricks on you ?

The feeling of Abby's lips dancing on your skin stopped, pulling you out of the bubble you had both locked yourself in. Gently lifting yourself up on your elbows, her hands still on you, her focus was now on the door from across the room. Blinking slowly, wondering, you followed her eyes which stared at the doorknob. Her breath having stopped, she remained motionless above you. You were beginning to understand that the knocks weren't ultimately coming from your head playing with you, because she had probably heard them too.

"Stay quiet. They'll leave." Abby whispered in a barely audible voice. None of you took your eyes off the door, waiting to hear some footsteps meaning that the person right behind it was finally walking away. Instead, you heard even louder and longer knocks, but still no one was talking on the other side. Abby was getting impatient, the air escaping her nose getting louder, eyebrows furrowed. It took a third start of knocking against the wooden material for you to shout audibly.

"Coming !" you said, placing your palms on Abby's forearms to help you get up out of bed. Quickly, you grabbed the first clothes you saw stretched out on the blue railing above the small steps separating the part of the bed and the living room. Jumping into your pants, you attempted to rearrange your hair appropriately. Abby on the side was visibly irritated about being pulled out from the intimate and tender little paradise she had managed to create, and so were you.

"It better be an emergency." you heard her grumbling and mumbling behind you. You made your way to the door, wondering who could be knocking on your door at this time of night. Much more slowly, you heard Abby putting the first layer of clothing on her, because between the two of you, she was the one most likely to be called at such a late hour, and if so, she was not about to let it pass when she would come back. Turning the handle and opening the door, you were much more surprised at who you opened the door to. "What-" was all you managed to say, still not processing how he presented himself to you rather than why he had to come here, right now.

Manny was there. Well, Manny stood there, half-naked, hair messy, and wearing nothing but a boxer. Apparently, he hadn't prepared a single speech from where he was to get to you, only giving you a wobbly smile realizing the strange situation he had just put himself in. "If you came here for some kind of weird sex offer, I already have everything I need." you said mockingly, a quick giggle following your sentence due to the improbability of whatever was happening here.

Because of what you were saying, you could hear Abby's movements rushing as she headed for the door with more motivation. "Ha, very funny, payasa. I need some help." he teased with that name, the door swinging open fully leaving room for Abby by your side pulling the door open. "Manny ?" she too was surprised by the visit of her friend. "And I actually need your help, Abs." he said, pointing at her, now leaning against the door, his cocky attitude taking over.

"What is it." she asked, rolling her eyes in a friendly manner. "I was about to ask mi amigo Pat if he could sneak me the keys to one of the cars, but he had already left when I arrived. So, I came over to ask if you could give me the emergency car key Issac gave you." he asked her, one of his big 'Manny smile' across his face. "Are you already planning on going to your 'place' again ?" she asked him, astonished.

"Can't say anything." he chuckled, raising his hands in the air as usual. "Where is she now ?" Abby asked, sliding her head down the hallway peering at it. "In the shower. My roommate should be here soon, so I told her to get in before we left. And I wish I could get back before she got out." he explained, smirking. Abby didn't answer, she just turned around with a long sigh, going to bring him what he was looking for.

"You really are something, Manny." you told him, not hiding your amusement at the situation. "You'll be so bored without me, amiga." he said, both of you laughing. A few seconds later, Abby came back, holding the keys, handing them to him. "Here." she whispered to him. But before Manny could even grab them, she closed her palm, raising it in the air. "Lose them, get caught, I'll kill you, pendejo." she said in an amused but serious voice. "Come on Abs, you know me." he replied in the same tone. She hummed at his comment, dropping the keys in his hand, not taking her eyes off him. "That's why." she finished, crossing her arms around her chest.

"Thank you, Abs." he told her, meaningful. "Hope she's worth having you whispering some Spanish in her ear." you said to Manny, tease in your voice. While Abby couldn't stop laughing at what you just said to him, Manny gave you a dazed look. "How- Oh, I see. No secrets between the lovebirds, huh ?" he said looking at you both, raising his eyebrows. "You called it." Abby answered, not feeling a bit disturbed by his calling.

Slowly, he frowned, a satisfied smirk lying on his lips. And just by the look on his face, you knew he was about to say something back, taking Abby's unbothered attitude as a challenge. "Speaking of, y'all took a year opening the door to me and by the look of you, it seems that I won't be the only one whispering some Spanish in someone's ear tonight." a cocky smile covering is mouth, Manny looked delighted about Abby's now astounding face.

Raising her arm and resting her palm against his shoulder, Abby pushed Manny back, giving him everything he wanted. "Get lost, cabrón." she sighed, a heavy giggle coming from him. "Well, thank you señoras for the hand, and have a delightful night." he ended, making two finger guns with his hands, stepping away. "Bite me." Abby retorted. "See ya, amigo." you said at the same time. Abby closing the door completely, locking it, you could hear Manny's giggles in the hallways while she was doing so.

"I can not believe it." she sighed, shaking her head. "That was… entertaining ?" you were looking for the right word, still laughing softly. "He'll be the death of me someday." she said, already throwing her cargo pants on the railing. "But the show's quite worth it, right ?" you answered ironically, following her moves. "Depends on what time he chooses to do it." despite her little smirk, you could see she was still annoyed.

"On the bright side, at least, it wasn't a duty call." trying to reassure her, you also took off your shirt, only the underwear you had put on quickly still on you. She hummed at your comment, eyes resting on your chest once again. "Also, he didn't make me change my mind." you said in a soft voice, her eyes rising from your breasts to yours. Slowly moving towards you, never breaking eye contact, Abby stopped inches from your face, from there, you could feel her warm breath hitting your face, your lips.

"Did you ?" you whispered on her lips, your eyes still in hers. "Never." she whispered back, teasing you with her mouth. Grabbing the bottom of her shirt remaining on her, you lifted it over her head, throwing it away somewhere, followed by her sports bra. Putting her hands on your hips, she pushed you against her, kissing you passionately. Wrapping your arms around her neck, she lifted you off the floor again as she walked you down the small bedroom steps.

Falling with you on the mattress, she placed herself between your legs, her hand now resting on your cheek dominating the kiss. Sliding her lips against yours, you let a gasp escape which she took advantage of to slide her tongue inside your mouth, playing with yours. Turning your head slightly, you started tugging her hair a little again, knowing she loved it without her having to tell you about it vocally, the short moans and groans she made telling you enough.

If her heart had to stop beating, she wished it would happen here and now, what an exquisite perfect way to die, she thought. Her lips against yours, her puzzle pieces were all stuck together, the world had stopped spinning, but she just managed to find her own balance. What an unpleasant inconvenience oxygen could be, if she had the choice, she could never resolve herself to pull pull away. But she didn't care, if she had to kiss you until asphyxia to be satisfied, she would gladly do it.

"My pretty girl." Abby breathed out, letting you catch your breath, kissing down to your neck. Lips quivering, your moans sounded like hisses, and she knew where to touch you to get her favorite symphony. "You're perfect." she continued, taking the time to watch your chest inflated and deflated with difficulty, your breathing jerky. Abby's worshiping words came out of her so easily, and she loved seeing how much it riled you up, because she meant every single words she was saying.

Her sloppy kisses reaching your collarbones, you lifted your head to look at her, her eyes doing the same. Pausing, you exchanged a moment of silence corrupted by your heavy breaths, before Abby moved towards one of your breasts. Taking it in her mouth, she started sucking it carefully, sometimes circling around your nipple with her warm tongue. Mouth parted, your sounds were clearer and louder, and she was being agonizingly cautious.

When she was satisfied with her work, she came putting the other one in her mouth, repeating the same delicious torture. "Please." you begged, your eyelids slowly closing. Her hand came to grab your unoccupied breast with her mouth, squeezing it gently, rubbing your hard nipple. When she thought she had done enough, her other hand came to replace her mouth too, your breasts in both of her hands, her trail of kisses continued from the space between your breasts down to your belly, the fire in your lower abdomen growing stronger.

Now focusing on your pelvis, her hands descended there, caressing your body as they did so, forearms coming around your thighs, stabilizing you. Leaving butterfly kisses left and right, her cheeks were rubbing against it like slow waves. The more she was going down, the more you had the impression of not knowing how to breathe, as if something was blocking your throat. A puff of hot air coming from her mouth hitting your clit, you directly opened your eyes wide, meeting hers.

Dilated pupils, they were filled with want. She was the animal and you were the prey, only one thought filled her mind, and it was to taste you. Not moving an inch, she was waiting for you, wainting for your consent, and you knew she wasn't going to do anything without it. "Please, Abigail." you said in a weak voice, and she tried to put aside in a corner of her head the effect that you calling her name had on her in this position. " 'Please' what ?" she retorted, not wanting to mess around, just wanting to hear you say it clearly.

"I'm yours." you told her, confident. That earned you a jolly and satisfied smirk, Abby licking her bottom lip. Getting off the bed, knees on the ground, she pulled you gently against the edge of the mattress, your butt at the limit. You were already a mess, already staining the sheets, much to the delight of Abby who came licking at your inner labia, licking up the wetness between your folds. "Oh-" was all you were able to say, losing control, your head falling back, you started moaning loudly.

"Yes-" you whined, hand in her hair again. Her tongue on you sending millions of chills through your body, your back was already arching for more, you wanted more, you needed more. "More- Please." you breathed out, your hips moving, craving it. Humming at you, Abby she raised your pelvis a little, her forearms still surrounded your thighs which she was now placing on her shoulders, spreading your legs further apart.

Taking two of her fingers, she slowly spread your wet folds. When you finally felt her tongue rocking against your clit, your grip on her scalp tightened, your muscles vibrating. "Fuck ! Abby-" she moaned at the sound of her name, already enjoying herself knowing that you were, it sent vibrations on your clit and you felt your heart racing, banging against your rib cage, risking to come out through your mouth already so wide open under only the beginning of her efforts.

The pace growing faster seconds by seconds, you struggled to keep your body in place. Abby tightening her grip on your thighs to keep you from accidentally pulling off, her face sinking deeper between your legs. "I- Fuck ! Fuck-" you no longer had the idea of holding back in mind, you simply couldn't do so. Sucking at it, she was hungry of you, and Abby never could have imagined that her favorite meal would end up being the one she would find between your legs. Making harsh circles around your clit with her tongue, she couldn't get enough of the obscenely cute loud noises coming out of your mouth.

You tasted so hers, and if the whole stadium needed to hear you to know it, then she would let them know. The thrilling idea of marking you as hers, more than she already had, making you scream out of pleasure begging her not to stop so loudly that the whole base could hear you, making sure that everyone who stared at you for too long don't even dare to meet your gaze anymore, knowing they couldn't even compare to how only the tip of her tongue could make you feel, it made her fantasize.

Abby was pulled out from her thoughts as she felt your hips rolling against her face, as she felt you riding her face shamelessly. Do it the way you want it, do it the way you need it, do it the way you crave it, she thought. She loved you like that, trying to regain control, wanting more because it was just overwhelmingly good. Your hand was pushing on the back of her head, as if she could be even closer than she already was. But she was going to do it, she was going to give you more, she was going to wrecked you.

Burying her face in you, she ate you out like it was the last time she'd get a taste of the greatest lust, yours. She could stay between your thighs all night, all month, all year, hoping she could build a second home right here. Your thighs squeezing uncontrollably around her head, crushing her ears, told her you wouldn't mind either. Getting deafened by your leg muscles, the topic came back to her mind, and she would also like having to take her last breath here, compressed between your pleasure so hard to contain that you forgot all good manners.

"Oh God-" she barely heard you say, too concentrated and her hearing temporarily confiscated. "Fuck- Yes- Yes !" your vocabulary could only be summed up in these words, you couldn't think anymore, you could barely even know where you were. Abby not slowing down once, your pelvis thrusts still going strong, you could feel it coming any moment. Abby's focused growls at you grew louder as your legs were threatening to let go of you.

Suddenly, a wave of intense pleasure shot through your body, shaking every limb of it like an explosion, your muscles no longer holding you. "Fuck !" escaped from your mouth, your legs shaking and your pelvis convulsing in Abby's mouth who continued to rock her tongue against your clit following your orgasm. Moaning loudly, you bite your bottom lip as what felt like delightful fireworks exploded inside your all being. Nothing come close to the height that Abby drove you every time you were intimate, every time you were making love.

"Abby…" you whined, a back feeling of overstimulation starting to set in. Slowing down her pace, she started drinking your flowing juice, sucking it noisily as if it was a ripe summer fruit. After collecting the wetness of your folds with her tongue, giving space to your clit, letting you come to your senses after the earth shattering orgasm she just gave you, she kissed it, making you gasp. "So good." Abby whispered. "You did so good for me, beautiful." Stroking her scalp with your hand, she placed butterfly kisses around your stimulated area, caressing your thighs with her thumbs and putting small pecks on them too.

"Come here." you mumbled, gently pulling her by the hair. Abby still dropping a quick peck on your belly on the way, you pulled her into a deep and profound kiss, slightly testing yourself on her lips, opening your mouth and intertwining your tongues. She grabbed your face in her hands, placing a first kiss on your forehead, a second on the tip of your nose, and a last one on your cheek. "Gorgeous." she breathed out, puppy eyes and shy smile.

Giggling shyly, your hand came to rest on her cheek, stroking it softly, locking your eyes with hers. "I love you." you whispered to her like a secret as she pressed her cheek against the palm of your hand. "I love you more." she answered in the same tone. "Don't try to make me mad." you chuckled, squinting your eyes. Abby shook her head, a light giggle escaping her lips as she came to rest her lips on yours again.

Your fingertips caressing her back, she straightened up, lowering her hand to your hip. "More ?" she asked, her thumb stroking it. "I'd like that." you affirmed, nodding. Back at kissing your neck again, Abby ran her hand over your hip behind your lower back, shifting your position. Approaching the edge of the bed, she sat down on the end of the mattress, you on top, leaning on your shins, legs spread on both sides of hers.

Your palms placed on the space between her shoulders and her neck, you deepened the kiss while her muscular arm came to surround your waist, preventing you from falling back, the other resting on your bent thigh. Chests pressed like this, you could feel the start of your sweats mixing, every single one of your nerves reacting to the touches you exchanged, preparing to receive the most intimate stimulation.

Even though Abby's arm provided enough pressure to keep you balanced, sometimes you would forget that it was there because of her light embrace. No matter how many times she touched you, how many times she hugged you, how many times you were making love, she always felt like she could break you at any moment. She always touched you like you were made of sugar, and she always saw herself as an impostor who didn't deserve to lay her hands on something as sweet as you.

But deep down, you hoped she could crush you, be so close to her that you couldn't tell which part was your body and which part was hers. The closest was never enough, you both needed more, needed your bodies, your skins, your flesh, and your bones to be only one. But you were too soft and too pure for that, she thought. You were as thin as satin and Abby as sharp as a knife, and she wouldn't allow herself to risk crumpling the most precious material.

Feeling her hand moving from your hip to the heat between your legs, a small whined escaped your lips directly into her ear. Kissing your cheek, she put a finger on your clit and she felt you shiver at the touch. Making slow circular movements on it, she was whispering in your ear how good you felt against her. When your hips started moving too, she understood your body asking for more, your arms wrapping around her neck.

She dragged her finger down and bit her bottom lip at the even more noticeable sensation of your wetness. "Fuck, you're soaked." she purred, hearing you respond with another moan. Slowly, she entered a first finger in you, making you whimpering and burying your head in the crook of her neck. She let you ride her finger in a slow pace, taking the time to adjust yourself as needed, your heavy breathing on her neck, she waited for your indications.

"More…" you tilted your head to tell her, whispering. Feeling your hole stretching as she added a second finger inside you, the arms you had placed behind her neck came to rest behind her back, your nails gently digging into her back. "Alright ?" she still asked. "Yeah." you breathed out, pressing your cheek to hers. Continuing to ride her fingers, your movements quickly became faster. "Want me to start moving ?" she asked again, stroking your ribs with the thumb of her arm around your waist.

You hummed in answer, slowing the movement of your hips as you felt her fingers moving inside you. "Fuck-" you moaned, her fingers moving faster. The sound of her fingers going up and down filled the room, and you felt the beginning that pleasant warmth begin to spread through your body once more. "Faster." you said, tightening your arms behind her back. Doing as you asked, Abby moved her fingers faster, hitting the right spot she knew all too well now.

She loved giving you what you wanted, following orders you moaned in her ear, be in control of the exact pleasure you were looking for. You had her on his knees, but in those moments she was the one taking control, and it's not because you were telling her how to do it that the roles were reversed, because she was the one that would be giving it to you so good. She stole you from yourself, because you knew she would give you more than you could give to yourself, make you feel so much more with a kiss on your skin than you could by touching yourself alone in your bed.

"Yes- Yes-" you whined, fingers sinking deeper into her skin. The heat in your lower abdomen getting stronger, you only needed a little more. "Ha- Harder." you moaned, moving your hips on her fingers again. Now pounding inside of you, Abby's groans followed your whimpers. "Fuck !" you cried out, your body shaking by her comings and goings. "Come on. Come on." she started whining under you, fingers never slowing down.

"Fuck- I'm cumming- I'm cumming !" you repeated, your face burying itself in her neck, biting it. "I know baby, I know." she answered every time, merciless fingers still pounding inside you. Trembling legs, you couldn't keep still, feeling your orgasm getting closer. Abby noticed it and tightened her grip around you, allowing you to put all your weight on her. Your orgasm exploding inside your body, you lost all control of your muscles, your face automatically falling back, mouth wide open, loudly crying and moaning shamelessly at the mind-blowing pleasure running along every part of your body. "There you go." Abby whispered. "I got you. I got you." she continued, her arm helping moving your hips against her fingers.

As she helped you going through your orgasm, you felt something else coming. "It's- Too much-" you tried to articulate, overstimulation taking over. You felt Abby slowing down the pace, kissing your collarbones. "It's okay, I got you." she said between her kisses, her fingers coming out of you slowly. Gasping at the loss, your head bowed, meeting her eyes. Still pressed against her, heavily breathing, you watched her bring her fingers covered in your juice to her mouth, licking around them as she kept eye contact the entire time.

You bit your bottom lip at the sight, your hand coming to rest on her cheek, stroking it. When she finished cleaning them off, you brought her face closer for a passionate kiss. Tasting yourself on her lips, her tongue slid over yours, making you open your mouth and letting Abby explore it for as long as she wanted. When the air ran out in your lungs, she had to pulled back, the sound of a deep and wet smack following the separation.

"What about you ?" you asked softly, placing a lock of hair behind her ear. "What about me ?" she answered rhetorically, chuckling a little. "Would you like me to touch you ?" you said clearer, her smile letting you know that she was looking for this invitation. "I'd like that too, yeah." she whispered, her hand returning on your still bent hip. "Do you know what you would like ?" you asked again. "Oh I know exactly what I want." her smirk speaking for her, she flipped you on your back, hands on both sides of your head.

Between your legs, Abby grabbed to top of her boxer and started pulling it down, your hands coming to help her pulling it all the way, throwing it behind her. Now that she was leaning on her shins too, taking a look at you, you didn't bother doing the same. What you were seeing was the perfect definition of a dream, a dream no one could believe was real unless they saw it for themselves, and you also always wondered if she was really here, if she was really real.

Having now more visibility than just her perfect facial features, you took the time to fully admire her, each parts of her body. Her strong neck where you liked to place kisses so much, followed by her well defined upper trapezius that shivered every time you ran your fingers over it. Her muscular shoulders and arms, a few vains running through them and flexing with each of her movements, a true strength she only used to massage the length of your body when you came home tired from your day.

Her alluring hands, her thick fingers, a gift that must have been sent to you from above. Her small, muscular, and so perfectly defined breasts, so soft to the touch that the feeling could seem unreal. Her mesmerizing abdomen, abs as if drawn by an artist, her devine v-line going down to her delightful and wet pussy. Her powerful legs, athletic thighs which she had no problem concentrating her strength into when she amused herself carrying you over her shoulder while you giggled around the apartment.

It was impossible to think of a single problem from the outside when all the solutions were spread over different corners of her body. It was obvious that Athena and Aphrodite had spent endless nights shaping it, making her features their most perfect work of art. You couldn't believe she was yours, yours to see, yours to touch, you were just an ordinary human and she clearly wasn't. She was a magnet that you would never complain you couldn't walk away from, because you were always as excited to see her in her most natural state as a child seeing the first snowfall.

Bending forward, you placed your hands on her hips going up and down, before she gently pulled them away from her, intertwining her fingers with yours, a loving gaze in your eyes. "I have something else in mind. I think you'd like it too." she said, leaving you wondering. Her hand coming to slip behind your back, she lifted you slightly, laying you down in the correct direction of the bed, right in the middle of it.

Sitting in front of you, mirroring your position, spreading her legs, you understood what she meant right away and your heart was starting to race with excitement again. Bringing your two pelvis closer, she came to sit on one of your thighs, taking your other leg placing it on her shoulder. "Are you feeling comfortable with this ?" she asked you with a serious look, her palm going up and down on your thigh resting on her shoulder.

"Couldn't be better." you answered biting your lower lip, excitement running through your veins. "Perfect." she whispered quickly. Closing the space between you, your wet folds melting against each other, a gasp escaped from your mouths. "Fuck…" Abby said under her breath. Feeling all the effects that pleasing you had on her directly on your skin made you thrilled, she felt so good against you, the heat coming from between her thighs bumping into your skin making you roll your eyes.

Slowly, Abby started rolling her hips against yours, both you wetness intertwining, you let out a satisfied sigh. You followed her rhythm, your clits rubbing against each other, both of you shivering at the first touches. The sound of your two bodies moving together was pure melody in your ears, and so was the moans and groans coming out of her mouth. "You feel so good." you moaned out, pulling yourself up on your forearms for a better view of your bodies.

"So do you." she whined back with a small chuckle. A few drops of sweat trickled down Abby's chest from her earlier efforts, those of now surely not going to slow them down. You could see the wetness of both of you making a link between your two bodies every time she pulled back between each thrusts. With each time she rolled against you, your moans grew louder and louder, and the mere sight of your pressed clits reigniting that familiar flame in your belly.

Speeding up the pace, you both started rubbing faster, the thrusts becoming more intense. "Oh- Yes-" Abby groaned out. "Lay back." you said softly, making her look at you. Listening to your words, she put herself in the same position as you, taking support on her forearms, thrusts never stopping. Both your moans now even louder filling the room, you held out your hand to her. Smiling at you, she grabbed your hand making an audible clap, your bodies held in balance thanks to this embrace.

The thrusts getting stronger and faster, Abby and you started to feel your legs starting to shake. Taking a look at her, you saw her staring where your bodies met, biting her lip, enjoying the stimulation as much as you. Her muscles flexed every time she rolled against you, her abs sweating, mouth agape, gritting teeth, she was a delightful sight. Her thick thighs slapping against yours, the divine sensation of her wet folds, you knew it was only a matter of seconds.

"I- I'm-" she tried to say, failing to finish her sentence. Taking the hint, you straightened up a bit, now only relying on one of your outstretched arms on the bed, giving you more strength in your movements. You speed up your thrusts, making her throw her head back on the mattress, breasts bouncing, moan mouth wide open. Strongly rubbing your body to hers, you smirked to yourself at the sight of her face, his eyes closed, his eyebrows furrowed, she wasn't going to last long.

"Fuck !" Abby cried out, her hand tightening yours. Her whole body froze as her hips suddenly spasmed harshly, her orgasm running through her, Abby thought she was going to lose her mind. Still not slowing down, you moaned as you lead her through it, gently stroking her thigh with your thumb. When she opened her eyes, sighing, you knew she had enough, and you slowed down your hips until it stopped, not wanting the overstimulation to take over her.

"God, that was amazing." she breathed out, shyly smiling at you. "You look so beautiful like this." you replied in the same tone. "Like what ?" she asked amusedly, raising an eyebrow. "Wrecked." you said with no hesitation, a little smirk growing on your face as she chuckled under her breath. She took a moment to look at you, entirely, and so did you. The eyelids tighter than before, the strands of her hair messy around her head, the sweat running down her body, her stomach inflating and deflating with all the deep breaths she took, the prettiest woman you have ever seen.

Both recovered enough to catch a proper breath, Abby locked her eyes in yours, smirking. "Tell me…" she started, her palm stroking your thigh. "I almost sent you over the edge earlier, and I was wondering if I could finish what I started." she purred, licking her bottom lip. A shy and quick giggle came out of your mouth, your hand coming to place a lock of hair behind your ear. "If you think you'll be able too." you joked, smiling.

"Oh I know I will." she chuckled back, carefully lifting one of the legs over hers, closing them, your muscles relaxing. Shifting her body on top of you, she kissed your cheek, then your mouth, her forehead resting on yours. As you ran your fingers through her hair, she came to place her mouth next to your ear. "Your thighs feels really… soft, and I think they'd feel even better around my face." she whispered, and you could feel her smile when she spoke.

Another shiver running through your body at her words, you turned your head a little trying to hide the blush rising on your cheeks. "If you're okay with this, of course." she whispered, using her finger to turn your head towards hers again. You gently wrapped her hand around hers, kissing her knuckles, gazing at her tenderly. "Sounds pretty good to me." you said, approaching your face to put your lips on hers, feeling her smile against your mouth.

Reaching her hand behind your back, she turned you around, shifting your positions, placing you on top of her. Sitting on her hips, she put her hands on your thighs, and you leaned in to kiss her again. Quickly, her hands came to rest on your butt, squeezing it, slightly pushing it forward. Following her silent request, you moved in the direction of where she wanted you by leaning on your calves, breaking the kiss so you can comfortably fold your legs in and spread your thighs on both sides of her head, putting your weight back on your outstretched arms, a little anxious about dropping your weight on her like this.

She noticed the uncertainty in your eyes, her hands now sliding along your ribs. "What is it ?" she asked gently. "Are you, uhm, sure about this ?" you answered, concern in your voice. "Of course. I wouldn't have asked you otherwise." she reassured you, seeing a small smile growing on the corner of your lips. "Now come sit on my face." she continued amused, squeezing your ribs. Your quiet giggles stopped immediately the moment her lips touched your wet folds, and her nose your clit.

"Fuck-" you moaned out, your head falling back. You felt Abby's hands grow heavy on your thighs, telling you that you had nothing to worry about, and you stopped holding back, letting yourself fall around her face. You felt her strong arms now wrap around your thighs, holding you firmly in place. Looking down to catch a glimpse of discomfort on her face, you actually met her hungry eyes, staring at you with sin, waiting impatiently for you to start moving.

Slowly beginning to roll your hips on her face, her tongue came to rest between your wet folds, licking up your wetness, her strong nose bumping on your clit every time. Already feeling the unfinished stimulation from earlier, a deep moan came out of your lungs. You didn't wait long before accelerating, wildly riding her face, Abby's moans telling you that she loved what you were doing, that she loved feeling you having no manners on the tip of her tongue.

Her tongue now between your folds, her face moving between your thighs while she was eating you out, your clit rubbing firmly against her nose from the pressure she exerted on your thighs, you might have been ashamed of the sounds coming out of your mouth if you weren't totally focused on the pleasure Abby was making you feel right now. "Oh my God-" you cried out, feeling your limit approaching much faster than you thought.

Groaning against you, the sounds she provided went straight to your core, making you gasp. "Abby-" you tried to say, unsuccessfully. She understood that you were about to completely fall apart around her face, and she amplified her movements. Her tongue rocking, her mouth harshly sucking, and her nose hardly bumping against you, she was giving you even more than you thought you were capable of receiving.

"Oh my- Fuck !" you almost screamed, your fingers clutching the sheet under you. You felt your orgasm hit you faster than the previous ones, your hips uncontrollable spasms around her face that your thighs were squeezing tightly. Abby didn't stop, eating you out and sucking at your juice until you couldn't even remember your own name. Leading you through your orgasm, she was moving your hips against her mouth, an indescribable pleasure shaking your entire being.

"Abby." she heard you calling, telling her to slow down before the feeling gets too much. Slowly releasing the pressure she was exerting on your thighs, you backed up a little placing yourself on her chest, letting her take a proper breath. "Oh my God." you constantly repeated, your mind somewhere else after everything that she made you feel. Her little strockings on your thigh brought you back to reality, your face lowering to look at her again.

A shiver ran through your body when you saw the bottom of her face, glowing and completely covered by your wetness. "See, told you you'd like it." she breathed out, trying to catch her breath, smirking at you victoriously. You wish you were able to answer, tell her how much you loved it, how good she was, but you couldn't do it, you felt like you had lost the use of speech, so instead, you only gave her a weak smile, breathing hard.

Even though you were ashamed about the fact that you couldn't tell her what was going through your mind, Abby was even happier that you couldn't answer, knowing that she did so good that you couldn't even answer a simple question. Waiting for you to recover a little, she carefully moved you and laid you down on your back, kissing your forehead. "My beautiful girl." she whispered in your ear, kissing your temple.

Minutes passed and you managed to breathe properly, even though Abby had such a better cardio than yours and spent most of her time working out, you were still amazed at how easily she recovered so quickly. Currently, you were on your back with Abby just above you, one arm around your waist and one leg over your waist while you stroked the top of her head. "You made me feel so good." you finally managed to say, making her raise her head to look at you.

She gave you one of those smiles you loved so much, the one that made her cheekbones lift and her eyes squint and you had to restrain yourself from squeezing her cute cheeks in your hands and kissing her so hard you might break them. "Then I'm really happy about that. You also made me feel really good too, you know." she said, stretching her hand towards your cheek, pulling you close and kissing you with tenderness and passion.

It was so complicated for you to describe the relationship you had with Abby, it was so easy but yet no words could come close. As soon as she puts her hand on you, it's as if the world enveloped you in a warm bubble, a small paradise running on the tip of her fingers. You never would have thought that being held close against someone could feel so close to home, and that only one of their embraces could make you travel into the depths of your own heart.

Her body felt so good against yours, not just because her skin was the softest you had ever touch, but because it was like you were born to find her, fashioned so that your every heartbeat sounds better against each other. How desolating to think that while some people were simply fucking, while you get to make love, collapsing your souls together, sharing a so sinful pleasure but yet so pure. Weaving a bond so complex to explain that it would push scientists to resign, so beautiful that it would push poets to burn all their writings. It was just her and you, time no longer existed and the world only revolved for you two.

Pulling her lips away from yours, Abby locked her gaze in yours. "I love you, Abigail." you breathed out, brushing your finger over her bottom lip, calling her name making her heart skip a beat. "I love you too, more than anything." she replied, her hand on your cheek, stroking it gently. You traced a path with your finger from her mouth to her chin, her neck, her collarbones, her shoulder, unconsciously stopping on a recent scar on it. Feeling your heavy gaze there, knowing what you were looking at and what you could be thinking, she tenderly grab your hand, intertwining your fingers with hers, and finally coming back to your senses, your focus shifted back to her eyes.

A few weeks ago, Abby's patrol was taken by surprise by a small group of Scars on their way home, some members didn't make it back to the base and Abby returned with an arrow in the shoulder. That day again, you were even more panicked than her and she must have reassured you hundreds of times that it wasn't that much of a big deal and that she would be fine. Now looking at each other with empathy and reassurance, you pulled your intertwined hands up to your mouth, kissing her fingers. "We'll be okay." the words skipped out of your mouth, whispered like a promise.

You didn't really know why you decided to say those words, because after all it wasn't the kind of thing that people said to each other in this world, probably because they made more sense in your heart. You didn't regret them though, you meant them, because as long as she was there your heart had a home to go to, as long as she was there your sorrows would find their cures, as long as she was there you would never be alone, as long as- "As long as you stand by me." Abby told you, squeezing your hand in hers.

You looked at her silently, your eyes exchanging words that no mouth could transcribe, breathing at the same time. Lifting her head by your finger, you placed a kiss on her forehead, her nose, and then on her lips, her hand going to the back of your head, deepening the kiss. That was it, the world could catch fire, the mountains could crumble, the oceans could overflow, you would always find each other, wait an eternity for one to come back. 

Out of breath, you both pulled back with a wet smack. "Not tryna ruin the moment but, we should probably get cleaned up." she requested, kissing your collarbones. "Yeah... I feel like my muscles have melted away. Your skin feels so warm and soft." you breathed out, making invisible drawings with your finger along her shoulder again. "If we don't go now, we might fall asleep. Besides, I never said I couldn't take you there." she said, a playful smirk on her lips. And in a blink, you found yourself in her arms, Abby carrying you like a princess to the bathroom, your giggles following all the way.

[footygirl114]

Cargador (Alexia Putellas X Reader) Version 2

Hello Friends!! I have a fun version of choose your own ending for part 2 to Suspirando!! They both have the same opening scene, however the rest of the story is different, one is very fluffy and one is angsty. I am posting them both and you can decide which one your in the mood for! I owed someone 2 fics and this is the way I decided to reward them :)

This one is the angsty one! Beware!! First scene is the same in both versions!

The only thing running through your mind when you take off from the cafe after your display of admiration is you need to get away from there. You almost couldn’t believe what just happened, did you really just defend Alexia to the ex she’s trying to get back with? What were you thinking. 

Almost on cue your phone rings, and you let go of the breathe you were holding when you realise it is Leah calling. 

“Hola captain!” you greet her when you pick up the phone slowing down to a walk. 

“Hey hey! How’s it going?” she asks you. 

Her timing could not have been better as you say “I may have just done something stupid?” 

You can hear the disappointment in her voice as she asks “uh oh what did you do now?” 

“hey I am normally good!” you defend yourself. 

“two words Y/N, fake girlfriend” she argues back with a laugh. 

You groan and cant help but let out a chuckle as you tell her “fair enough Leah” 

“So what did you do this time?” she asks you. 

At this point you had walked to the water, and find a patch of beach close enough that you can hear the waves while you tell her what happened. “I ran into Alexia’s ex at a coffee shop” you tell her.

“And?” 

“well she was saying some not so nice things about Ale, and I couldn’t just stand there and let her Leah.” Knowing you needed to get it all out before Leah interrupted you power through and say “I defended her, about how amazing she is, and how she’s an idiot for treating Alexia the way she is. I let my feelings out Leah.” You can feel the tears gathering in the corners of your eyes as you finish and you turn to look up at the sky to prevent them from falling. 

She gives you a moment before she says “Y/N you know that you couldn’t keep them in for long, I know you and I know you feel everything deeply. Hearing her talk down on Alexia would have definitely set you off, and I’m glad it did, maybe now shell think twice before she hurts her again.” 

“It was bad, she was talking about how she was only with her to help her image and all this stuff, It made me feel gross knowing that I’m basically doing the same thing” you tell her feeling a bit defeated. 

“Hey no, Y/N thats not what you’re doing at all. You are just being there for Alexia, yeah its a little unorthodox but you are doing what you can to help your friend out. There is no shame in that, where there’s tons of shame in her only being with alexia to help her image” You smile at the conviction you can hear in Leah’s voice knowing she is probably right. 

“Thank you for listening to me” you tell her with a small smile. 

“anytime” she says and adds on “Want to know what I think this means?” 

“of course” 

“well I think now that you know she’s like this, it’s time you put on your grown up pants and told the girl how you feel. You can’t let her go back to that Y/N, plus I don’t think you’ll be able to keep the feelings in now that you’ve let them out.” She tells you softly. 

Taking a moment to think it over before you respond you tell her “You might be right, but I think I am going to unplug tonight and sleep on it” 

She laughs and asks “did you lose your charger again?” 

“It was one time, Leah get over it” you laugh back at her.

She laughs and says “One time per break but whatever. I think it’s a good idea to unplug though, will you call me tomorrow after training?”

“Of course I will, thanks for calling, and for the record I haven’t lost my charger, I am just letting my phone die on purpose.” You tell her with a laugh.

“sure Y/N, have a good night!” she tells you. 

“you too!” 

You hang up and start to walk back to your place, turning you phone off as you go. You already have plans to binge tv and pass out early tonight. 

****************

Walking in to training the following morning, you had a spring in your step. The conversation you had with Leah the night before as well as the night unplugged, kinda on purpose kinda cause you did lose your charger again, really made you realised that you needed to finally confess to Alexia how you feel about her. Walking into the training centre you were very excited and a bit nervous, but the excitement outweighed the nervousness. 

Walking into the team’s change room you were a bit distracted, immediately looking to search out Alexia. What you missed was Mapi trying to grab your attention. As you walk towards Alexia you know you need to get it off your chest before you lose your nerve. 

Walking up with a small smile on your face she notices you and turns and smiles and says “Y/N! You don’t answer your phone?” 

You stop in front of her and shake your head as you tell her “Sorry I lost my charger” 

“Again?” she says with a smile. 

Nodding you agree and tell her “Ale can we talk?” standing there nervously waiting for her answer.

“Of course, but first can I tell you my news?” she says.  

Nodding again you tell her “of course Ale.” You know that she won’t be able to focus on you if she has something on her mind, and you know you want her full attention for what you have to say. 

“So I met her at a cafe yesterday” you can feel your stomach drop and your body heat, unsure where there is going as she continues “we had a coffee and chatted. I am going to go meet her for dinner tonight, but I think this is it Y/N” she says as she excitedly grabs your forearm. 

“Really?” you ask her with a sense of disbelief not believing your ears.

She nods excitedly as she continues “yes! I am so happy you helped me with this Y/N, but It really worked and she wants me back!” 

You stand there feeling your stomach drop more, as you wait for someone to jump out and tell you its a prank. You wait for too long as you hear her ask “Y/N?” but you cant respond your mouth feels dry and like you are going to throw up. 

You have your eyes cast downward so you don’t notice Mapi walk up, but you feel her stand beside you and hear her say to Alexia “Coach needs you on the field ASAP Ale.” 

“Oh shoot, I forgot and got distracted. Are you sure your good Y/N?” she asks as she turns and grabs her stuff from the locker behind her. 

You nod still not able to speak as Mapi tells her “don’t worry Ale, I’ll make sure she’s not late and we will plug her phone in” she finishes with a laugh. 

Alexia agrees and laughs and as she’s walking out she turns and adds on “we can talk about what you needed to tell me later, yeah?” and waits for the nod from you then continues out the door. 

You are stood there frozen still not believing your ears even after she walked out. It takes Mapi nudging you and guiding you to sit at your locker before you shake out of the trance. When you do you turn to Mapi and ask “Is today a full team or position training?” 

“Its a positional one, we will be at one end and the forwards and attacking mids at the other” she says with a small smile knowing you need to hear that. 

Nodding you turn and get changed and notice Mapi waiting as you tell her “You don’t need to wait for me” 

“I want to, I know Y/N” she says. 

You smile and say “come over after training?” 

“Of course, now get changed and give me your phone to plug in” she says with a laugh. 

You hand it over and give her a small smile, as you know that she will make sure you do not have to deal with Alexia alone. 

**

Luckily the defenders finished training before the attackers so you and Mapi were able to sneak out before Alexia could catch up. You knew she wouldn’t be coming by tonight but to be on the safe side you both ended up at Mapi’s place. After cracking open a bottle of wine, you both settled on her balcony. 

“So do you want to tell me what happened at the cafe? or do you want to tell me why the heck you pretended to date her?” she starts out. 

You let out a laugh and ask “you knew?” 

“of course I knew” she says and she sits forward closer to you and says “Y/N I know you, I know you have been crushing on Ale for months. I could tell it wasn’t real, you would have been over the moon Y/N.” 

You give her a small smile and tell her “It was the worst Maps, I got a taste of her and what it would be like to be with her, and now its been ripped out from under me.” As you finish you can feel the tears gathering in the corner of your eyes. 

“Oh Y/N, I am so sorry” she says and she reaches over and grabs your hand. 

You turn your head up to the sky to prevent the tears as you tell her “yesterday I ran into the ex at a cafe, and she was saying some nasty stuff about how she’s only with Ale for the fame, and for the image and status.” You sit forward and look at her as you tell her “you know me Mapi, You know I would never stand for that, so I defended her. Talked about how stupid she was and how amazing Ale is.” 

She smiles and squeezes your hand before letting go to pour more wine into your glass as she asks “did Alexia hear that?” 

Shrugging your shoulders you tell her “I took off when I was finished. I called Leah and she convinced me that I needed to tell her how I felt, that it was time. I was going to this morning, then she dropped the bomb about her getting back together.” 

“God Y/N, I hate the ex, I have always hated the hold she has on Ale and now how she’s hurt you” she says. “what do you want to do now?” 

You let out a small laugh and say “same as I always did, admire from a far.” 

She laughs with you and says “well for what it’s worth, Alexia is an idiot.” 

“Maybe she is, maybe it’s me for wanting someone I cannot have.” you tell her sadly. 

Before she can respond the back door slides open and Ingrid walks out with a small bag and an empty wine glass, “room for one more?” 

Mapi grabs the wine to pour as Ingrid hands you the bag, you look at her confused and ask her “what’s this?” 

She laughs and says “Maps says you need it” as she sits on the chair on the other side of Mapi. 

You look at them both questionably and open the bag to reveal a new charger for you phone, they both let out a laugh and you give them the finger as you say “thank you.” 

**

The following day you decide to go into the training grounds a bit early, wanting to hit up the gym and run on the treadmill. You walk in distracted by a text from Leah, on your fully charged phone, and when you pause to answer outside the locker room door, you hear the raised voices. 

“Stay out of it, it’s none of your business.” Alexia’s is the first voice you pick out as she continues her argument “I can date who ever I want and it us not up to you to tell me.” 

“It is when you are making a massive mistake, Alexia she is only with you for the fame and to help her image. Don’t tell me you can’t see it, you were just telling me how she was with you last night, how you didn’t like how you felt like her trophy.” Mapi argues back. 

“thats for me to worry about not you.” Alexia says back.

You know you need to walk in as you cannot eavesdrop any longer, you go to open the door but before you can you hear Mapi’s response “It’s for me to worry about when you are hurting one of my favourite people Alexia.” 

“what are you talking about?” Alexia asks her with a confused tone.

“don’t pretend Alexia, I know you are smarter than that, and I know you aren’t blind to Y/N. You have to know what is going through her head about you.” Mapi tells her back. 

“Mapi I don’t, care to enlighten me?” she says. 

“Ale seriously? If you cant tell that she’s in love with you, then you really are an idiot” Mapi tells her in an incredulous tone. 

You can’t let this go on any longer so you push the door open and walk in as Alexia says “no, thats not possible. She’s like a sister to me” 

Pausing in front of them when they both turn to you Mapi immediately says “Y/N I am sorry” 

All you can do is stand there hearing what Alexia just said. You never knew what it would feel like to have your heart broken but you think this was it. 

[ordinaryschmuck]

Why I Love The Owl House-Part One: The Characters

Salutations, random people on the internet who are already skimming past this! I am an Ordinary Schmuck. I write stories and reviews and draw comics and cartoons.

Back in 2018, when The Owl House was announced, I didn't think much of it. I looked at the teaser poster and knew that it would be a show that would gain a following, but I didn't think it'd appeal to me specifically. Then, in January 2020, just before the world made an oopsie, I saw that Disney Channel uploaded the show's first episode on YouTube. Having finished my homework and studying at the time and having nothing better to do, I clicked it out of morbid curiosity to gain a first impression of this series. And I'm not kidding when I say that the second the episode ended, I said, out loud, to myself, "I think I just found my new obsession for the next few years."

Yeah, I went from thinking the show wouldn't exactly be my thing to being obsessed with it. And obsessed I was! I wrote fan fiction and reviews and even drew a handful of fan art you are NOT allowed to look up due to how bad it is. The Owl House, with no exaggeration, also changed my life as it gave me quite a decent following on Tumblr for thoughts and stories I've crafted regarding the show and even gave me a new friend or two to share those same thoughts and ideas together. One of my closest online friends is someone who once reached out to me as a proofreader for a fic I wrote once upon a time, and I probably wouldn't have talked to them if not for The Owl House. I owe so much to this series that I adore that to explain what makes it so great...can't be done with a single review. I even considered writing a long review after Season One ended but gave up on the idea after realizing there's so much to talk and praise about the series. And that was with Season ONE! That was before Season Two made the show more spectacular in nearly every conceivable way!

So, yeah, we're gonna have to do this in parts, each dedicated to a specific theme. However, before we discuss THIS review's theme, I should get one thing out of the way: I'm not just going to praise The Owl House in every single review. There are problems to be had with the show, and I can't ignore them because the praises are stronger. I love The Owl House. I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't. But it's because I love it that I have to point out problems as they come because to truly love something means to take the bad with the good. And while there's a lot of good, there's still some bad worth mentioning.

With that said, let's finally begin by discussing the backbone of any series: The characters. And BOY, does The Owl House have a LOT of great, well-written characters, to the point where I initially considered that there wasn't a bad one in the bunch...I say initially because I finally woke up to how much I despise Tibbles (Yeah, wait until we get to him). Although, know that while discussing characters, we're not talking about one-offs like Bria and her lackeys in "Through the Looking Glass Ruins" or ones who weren't named in the show, like Amelia and Cat. We're focusing strictly on frequent players and fun side characters that nail the short time they appear. And we're also going in order from my least favorite to my most favorite. And just know that this is in order based on how good they are as CHARACTERS and not as PEOPLE. There’s a difference, and I’ll be able to explain as I go.

Now, without further ado, let's begin this wild journey together with the worst character in the series.

(Also, be warned, this is going to be the LONGEST post you’ll ever read. The Google Doc is 33 pages long…)

Tibbles: Yeah, really no contest here.

Tibbles is, quite frankly, the only character that I consider inadequate. I get the idea the writers were going for: He's a secondary antagonist for lighter adventures amongst heavier ones. The problem is that type of character does not function for a show like The Owl House, a series where the writers were told they'd be cut for time while working on Season Two and having little time for lighter tales. Maybe if the show had enough room for twenty more adventures or if The Owl House had a slight lean toward episodic misadventures like Amphibia, Tibbles might have functioned better as a comedic villain that occasionally screws with the main characters for filler. But because The Owl House has so much to do and would eventually become a series with no time to do it, Tibbles becomes more annoying when he distracts from the plot. Fortunately, he's only in three episodes. Unfortunately, Tibbles never becomes as entertaining as he could have been. He has one good capitalism joke, and that's all the good I can say about Tibbles. Let's move on…

Jacob: Another secondary antagonist that would have worked better if the show had more time. Maybe make him a constant threat (read: annoyance) to Vee or the rest of the Hexsquad while they're stuck on Earth. Instead, he's nothing more than a one-and-done threat who makes a singular cameo in the best episode of the series ("Thanks to Them"). At least Jacob being a crackpot conspiracy theorist is kind of funny. Otherwise, he'd be lower than Tibbles.

Perry Porter: He has next to NO character. Barely even a scrap.

He’s the father of one of our primary characters, and Perry has NOTHING going for him other than that and being a reporter. At least he’s not annoying.

The BATs: Yeah, might as well lump these three together because they started off making you think they'd do SOMETHING, only to have very little to do with the plot, with only one of them having a definite personality (It's Amber, and I love her).

Katya's kind of fun as this weird fanfic writer who has a hint of appreciation of showmanship, given how she very clearly wrote Raine's speech. But then you also have Derwin, who's so forgettable that I know for a fact that you had to Google his name to remember who Derwin is. These three are a mixed bag of sometimes being fun yet forgettable, to the point where I don't blame the writers for forgetting their existence when it came to the rest of the series. A shame, really, because there could have been something interesting to explore with this secret resistance organized by Eda's ex. The problem is, just like Tibbles, there's not enough time for characters like the BATs to flourish. They're missed potential, sure, but that doesn't make them bad. Just less than remarkable members of this very extensive cast.

Gilbert and Harvey Park: Have slightly more personality than Perry with Gilbert having more of a playful and laidback side to him and Harvey being the more serious and worried of the two. You can see glimpses of this through the little details like Willow falling onto Gilbert in that swinging memory in “Understanding Willow.” Gilbert laughs with Willow while Harvey looks a little worried. That’s sweet. They balance each other out.

Also, they’re gay, and gay characters are always better. It’s why they’re a step above the BATs. NEXT!

Warden Wrath: He has the same problem with Tibbles and Jacob, where Warden Wrath is a secondary antagonist in a show that doesn't really have the time for him to be as effective as he COULD be. What makes him BETTER is that Wrath is at least funny. Like, the man chopped off Eda's head and then asked her out. That's humor, baby.

Also, he's a good dad to Braxus, so...you know.

Though I will admit, I'm surprised how little a role Wrath played in the show. In "A Lying Witch and a Warden," he gave off main antagonist energy with his look and menacing demeanor. Turns out he's just a throwaway character, and that's for the best. He doesn't overstay his welcome, never distracts from the plot, and has a few hilarious lines and moments. Not the strongest threat or character, but decent's good enough for me.

Kikimora: I might be the only person who doesn't hate this little gremlin, and even I have to admit she's not that great.

Don't get me wrong, I adore how insane she acts and how obsessive she can be in wanting to beat Hunter, specifically. She has a lot of fun moments and, weirdly, looks adorable when not wearing a cone of shame. She has her fun moments...but fun enough to be a recurring antagonist throughout the series? To the point where the characters have boss fights with her in three prominent episodes?

I...don't think so. I like Kiki just fine, but only in spades. Her voice can get grading after a while, and you do get sick of her obsession with the Emperor's coven given time. She's at least funnier than Wrath, though. I will ALWAYS stand by that. But that's not enough to get her higher.

Adrian Graye: He's yet another secondary antagonist that would have benefited from more time...I'm noticing a theme here.

Eh. Either way, this guy's great. His whole schtick is being a bad and nitpicky director, and that's funny to me. It's what I would expect from the head of the Illusions Coven, who are witches best defined as ones with a sense of showmanship. Some might find Adrian annoying, which...yeah, he's kind of intended to be. But I get it. Not everyone would laugh at this guy as much as I do, and that's okay. Comedy is subjective, after all. My only complaint with Adrian is that we don't see more of him. He's too fun of a villain with an equally entertaining concept to be wasted as a one-and-done antagonist that resorted to only cameos in the future. Still, if the worst I can say about a character is that I want more of them, is that actually a problem?

Tinella Nosa: Also known as Dana Terrace's self-insert. She's used primarily for comedy, and thank goodness for that. I don't know if I would have appreciated this character as much as I did if Tinella was best friends with the main cast or had some stake in the plot. In fact, the one plot and subplot that feature Tinella in a prominent role was some of the worst the show has ever had. Thankfully, she's mostly a character for random comedic bits, and I really wouldn’t have it any other way.

Barcus: Another character whose primary purpose is to be funny. At least Barcus is a dog that radiates stoner energy, giving him a ton more bonus points.

Braxxus: ALSO a comedic character, but is only better because the joke's funnier. I mean, Braxxus is just a character who's a little toddler that looks and sounds disturbing. How can you NOT laugh at that?

Eberwolf The Huntsman: Quick aside: Was anyone going to tell me that Eberwolf was apparently a man, or was I supposed to find that out for myself? I mean, shame on me for assuming genders, I guess...But I'm pretty sure I wasn't the only one on that.

Anyways, Eberwolf is fine. In the short time he's in the show, Eberwolf offers great humor by being this feral little rascal that primarily annoys Darius. Not much to say other than that, and I doubt having more time would benefit Eberwolf. He really does scream "Comedy Relief" to me, and sometimes being entertaining is enough. Not everyone needs depth.

Boscha: Speaking of depth, I will forever stand by my claim that Boscha worked better as a one-dimensional bully than a three-dimensional one. Sure, three-dimensional bullies can be interesting because it leads to us learning why they do their harsh acts and that there are reasons why they're bad kids...However, that's why we have Amity. And for a redeemable bully like HER to work, you need an irredeemable one to show up to prove that not every little s**t can be better with time. Some are just sadists for no reason. And that's where Boscha comes in as a bully that knows full well she's hurting people but doesn't care because her only justification is that they deserve it. Why? Because Boscha believes she's better than them. That inflated ego makes her the perfect mirror of what Amity could have been and causes Boscha to be the best rival to Willow. Willow starts off with confidence issues, where even though she gains more of a boost thanks to her friends, there's still lingering self-doubt in the back of her brain. Boscha lacks that. She may do some affirmations to her reflection, similar to what Willow does in "Any Sport in a Storm," but while Willow briefly second guesses herself, Boscha says every word as if she knows its universal truth. So when these two go up against each other, it's great because it allows Willow to prove that she IS the best while proving that Boscha's the worst. It was perfect, and it's why I had no issues with Boscha remaining one-dimensional...But then the writers had to SCREW IT ALL UP!

Now, don't get me wrong. Revealing that Boscha had codependency issues with Amity and Boscha's other friends is interesting. There's just one problem: They introduce this idea in the second to last episode of the series. There's next to no time to fully flesh it out, leaving Boscha with a character arc that feels both forced and rushed. It might have been better if this idea had been established from the beginning instead of using most of that time writing Boscha as a one-dimensional bully with no depth to her. I still say she's entertaining, but maybe the writers tried TOO HARD with her.

Matt Holomule: But sometimes, it's better to try for a character that used to be the most universally hated.

How in the hell did I go from hating this little stink rat to being genuinely entertained by him? He's not my favorite or anything, but, like...compare Matt's first appearance with his last. He was an insufferable little prick who caused problems for Luz and Gus all because Matt wanted power and drama. That's it. Just those two things: Power and drama. Yeah, those are not great motivations for a character.

In fairness, it was clear we were supposed to hate Matt, and humor comes from watching him fail miserably. The problem is that he didn't do it enough, and while I'll laugh at the little stink nugget getting messed up at the end of "Something Ventured, Someone Framed," Matt still won by the end of the day, getting everything he wanted. He just got a little messed up along the way, is all. So while the idea is there, it's not strong enough to make the character entertaining.

But then the writers decided, "Hey since we're not going to try with Boscha, let's try SOMETHING with Matt." And it worked! "Through the Looking Glass Ruins" showed why Matt was such an insufferable, slimy weasel because he attended a school where the more powerful received more respect. Matt never got that in his old school, so he tried again in his new school, looking for power and drama because it's all he knows. Then by "For the Future," not only is the guy actually competent, but he's hilarious through false bravado and not being smart enough to know that he's been crushing on a robot. It's a huge improvement...but only from a character that makes three primary appearances and sucks with one of them. A character who's decent two-thirds of the time isn't too bad, but that still doesn't make him high up on my list, where characters are better for far more than that.

Viney: Or a character that has a better vibe despite...barely having anything to work with.

Viney...is insane. She dumps friends over the tiniest of misunderstandings and uses her griffin as an assistant for everything. She's clearly not well in the head...and that's what makes her entertaining.

Vine is a looney nut who might be unaware of her crazy actions. It's good fun, but the problem is that there's not enough of it. Like Matt, Viney has very few prominent moments in the series, and you can tell she's not as entertaining as she could have been. If the writers went all the way with her insanity or made her a character that's the textbook definition of "zero chill," you can bet Viney would be one of my favorite characters. As is, her craziness is only...a scrap of what could have been a great personality. I like her, don't love her.

Jerbo: Jerbo's higher because he has more of a well-defined personality. And he wasn't instantly unlikable, so...

And that really is all there is to say about Jerbo. He's fun as a fearful boy down on his luck and has a bit of intrigue with how he wanted to change the coven system forever. And he does, which is honestly pretty cool. Still, not a lot to make him higher.

Owlbert: Hey, look! It's a character that had a ton of prominent appearances in Season One and was all but forgotten in every season after!

This is a shame because Owlbert is one of the two palisman in the series that feels like a genuine character. The others are cute (my favorite is a tie between Ghost and Stringbean), but Owlbert, for a few episodes, felt like a prominent member of the cast with his loyalty to Eda and the connection formed with Luz. In fact, he and Luz had such a great connection that, for a while there, I assumed the show would do a thing where Eda passed down Owlbert to Luz as a form of passing the torch from the master teacher to the master student. But that didn't happen, which I can be fine with because Stringbean's perfect, and I will not hear any argument about it.

Still, it's weird how Owlbert showed up a fair amount of times in Season One, even having an entire episode dedicated to him, only to be forgotten and discarded by the time Season Two rolled around. And I know someone who'll be mad about that.

Bat Queen: And she's a character that had her own kind of potential only to be forgotten in Season Two. Only in this case, I'm willing to be more forgiving toward Bat Queen. It sucks that we'll never fully know who her owner is, but that always felt like a minor story beat for someone who wasn't that major of a character. Or, at least, someone who never had TIME to be a major character. The Bat Queen had intrigue as a discarded palisman who dedicated her life to looking after abandoned ones, but someone like her doesn't really have a place in the grander story of the show. Plenty of characters in the series have good reasons to have their stories continue or their personalities develop, whether having close ties with a main character or having a narrative purpose. Bat Queen doesn't really have either of those things, so it's why I'm not someone who’s losing sleep at night just because she has this engaging backstory brought forth but never followed up on. I'd still like to see it, but I always knew that after hearing Disney shortened the show, it was always going to be the Bat Queen's story that would fall on the cutting room floor. Missed potential for sure, but at least we had an interesting character for a short while.

Odalia Blight: And the winner for the worst mother of the year goes to--Yeah, I know. An easy joke to make. But I can't help it! It's always served on a silver platter!

Anyways, Odalia's the worst. Yet that's what makes her the best, funnily enough. She's the most snobbish snob that's ever snobbed while having zero respect for other people, least of all her family. You hate her with every fiber of your being, and you cannot wait to see her fail miserably despite trying so hard to reach the top. And Odalia absolutely is a character one loves to hate. She called Amity and her friends into the office and soon scolded Amity for not being in class. It is a challenge to make someone that kind of entertainingly despicable, yet the writers nailed it. However, they might have worked too hard to make us hate Odalia and not enough to deliver her just desserts.

I have no problems with Odalia being an awful mother, wife, and overall person throughout the show. I figured it was only a matter of time before she got hit in the face with SOME karma that would make it all worth it. Sure, it was nice to see her bend to the whim of a literal god that craved pizza bagels, and I do love that Belos, who values life less than her, didn't even want to use Odalia as his meat puppet. Still, she deserved worse. After everything Odalia did and the bridges she burned, it would have been nice to see either Amity or Camila knock her lights out for being a terrible mother. Hell, we even saw Kikimora doing community service and grunt work after her crimes, so it would be fitting to see Odalia right there with her. Or giving her SOME punishment other than making the last time we see her being Odalia standing off to the side and acting like she doesn't care that she lost everything. And that...doesn't feel right. After everything Odalia's done, we, the audience, and her family, deserve to see Odalia receive the worst punishment she had coming to her. Maybe not death or even going to jail. But SOMETHING is better than nothing. She was entertaining, but being so goes only so far without a proper failure.

...But at least she's hot. I know that's out of left field...but we all know it's true...Camila's still hotter, though.

Gwen Clawthorne: ...At least she's a better mother than Odalia?

Alright, I might be the only person who doesn't hate Gwen like others in the fandom, just like with Kikimora. But unlike Kiki, Gwen has much more to like...at least to me. Yeah, her falling for scams isn't great, and realizing the error of her ways could have been done better if not...quickly paced, but I don't mind her. Upon her introduction, it's clear that Gwen wants to try and help Eda with a vile curse. She may have been a bit hostile with her wording, but we soon learn that the curse not only turns Eda into a savage beast but one that clawed Gwen's husband's eye out and ruined the family business that's been around for generations. You can't really blame Gwen for being...agitated about the curse. Or wanting to try anything and everything to cure it. Yes, Eda's curse is often used as an allegory for a chronic illness. And a pretty decent one at that. But sometimes, with a story, you have to remove the allegory from what's shown, and doing so helps you gain more of a perspective for why Gwen reacted the way that she did. Was it right? Well...Not really. I guess she could have seen sooner that she should have been there for Eda instead of scaring her off, not to mention the damage Gwen caused in her debut appearance, but Gwen was at least quick enough to come around and realize what she did was wrong, and APOLOGIZE. Most parents like her won't be that easy, obviously, but another thing about fiction is that you have to realize that it's...fiction. Not everything equates to real life, and you should accept a character's choices and actions if it suits the story. Not many kids can do that, sure, and that's where the hesitation fits, but I think Gwen's kind enough to prove that she's worth believing in. She still spent years trying to help Eda, even if it was misguided, and was ready to kill the guys scamming her. Gwen is not a bad person. Her heart's mostly in the right place despite the troubles she caused, and I'm willing to bet she learned her lesson in the end. Just listen to her speech to Eda (and a little to Lilith) near the end of the episode. That's a mother's imperfect love if you ask me.

Masha: Admittingly, there's not much to them. Masha's a solid character. They have tidbits of personality as someone who's into the grim and horrifying but has a good sense of humor about things when they laugh off reading Vee an accurate fortune by saying she needed bath bombs or humorously sum up Belos' backstory about him being upset that his brother got a hot witch girlfriend. Plus, there's the genuine representation of having Masha be non-binary but still comfortable dressing and looking feminine. From what I've learned, being non-binary doesn't mean sticking to a gender-neutral style. Some like to look feminine, while others are fine appearing masculine, and it's cool for The Owl House to represent that through Masha. I only wish there was more about them. I could go on and on about most of these characters, but for Masha, there's not enough to go off of. It really is the good vibes and representation carrying them, but that's not much to complain about if you ask me.

Skara: SKARA IS THE BEST GIRL!

What's that? She barely has much of a consistent personality and is an over-glorified background character, if anything else? Well, too bad, because she's the best girl.

Honestly, I don't know why I love Skara so much. She hardly has any character to her, but something about her is just so gosh darn endearing. I'm telling you, sometimes a character can be entertaining by having a good vibe alone.

Steve: THIS MOTHER F**KER, however, had NO RIGHT being as entertaining as he was! Nor how popular!

Steve. F**king STEVE! All he had was one or two lines in a less-than-stellar episode, yet the fandom ADORED this mother f**ker! And, yeah, they were funny lines, but not "OMG, best character EVAH" levels of funny! But sure enough, people loved him! So the writers brought him back, and gosh dang it, he's so endearing! He's the most chill and reasonable character in the entire show! He gave King insight into who he was in one of the biggest character moments in the series! He's...NOT the golden god that I think people were picturing him as under that mask, but DAMN, is he still a handsome fella! He's so great, that I honestly wish he was in the show MORE! Gosh, DANG IT!

"If you love him so much, why are you acting angry about it?"

Because it's FUNNY!

"No, it isn't."

Yes, it is! Moving on!

Terra Snapdragon: Finally! Some good frickin' secondary antagonist!

Terra is why I hoped the series would dive deep into the other covenheads, primarily the clearly evil ones. This woman radiated supervillain energy as someone who seemed super sweet but would kill you with zero hesitation. And we learn in the flashback episode that Terra was somehow more bloodthirsty, having zero care for the lives of others, least of all children. The woman was despicable, and it was a treat seeing her return when she did. And, unlike Odalia, Terra had a proper amount of punishment. Sure, it sucks that she slinks away in the finale, but her forced to play pretend with the Collector while in an outfit that...did not work on her is pretty decent karma for someone who saw others as below her. Plus, she at least turned into a puppet for being too big of a big mouth, which is more than what Odalia got. I'd prefer if Terra had MORE punishment, but who knows? Maybe she went to jail or...tripped and snapped her spine off-screen.

If anything, my only complaint was that Terra wasn't in the series more. Make HER the main threat in "For the Future" instead of Kikimora and Boscha. THAT would have been fun. Regardless, she's entertaining enough as is, even if more screen time would have made her better.

Principal Bump: This man deserved more love...He said, while still leaving Bump below several characters.

For real, though, Bump deserves more credit, even from me. He's the school principal in a children's animated series, but instead of making him the demonic, overbearing dictator, the writers made him...the exact opposite. If anything, Principal Faust is more of what I would expect as a cold, careless, and horrifying hater of fun and children. Thankfully, that's not Bump. The man may be strict and have no problems throwing a kid into a detention pit, but he still cares about the safety and well-being of his students. Hell, he loves his students. Even with trouble-makers like Luz, Gus, and Willow, Bump can't help but cry because he has fond memories about the three of them and the trouble they caused. And while he can be dead-set in some ways, Bump is still willing to admit when he made a mistake and chooses to correct it, like in "The First Day" by letting the Detention Kids pick multiple tracks to study from. He's kind and reasonable, and that's what's to love about him. Plus, Bump's got some Grade-A snark on him. Some of the show's funniest and most quotable lines come from his dry remarks, and it's partially why he's bumped (ha) up so high. As I said, Bump deserves more love...It's just unfortunate that there are more entertaining characters than him.

Lilith Clawthorne: Admittedly, Lilith would not be up this high if she remained the person she was in Season One. Back then, Lilith wasn't the worst. She functioned nicely as a foil to Eda's wild side and had a great design for a secondary antagonist. The problem is that Lilith was a little boring, her motivations weren't made clear until the finale for the sake of a twist, and that same twist REALLY hurt her character...for about a week until everyone was quick to forgive and forget after a poorly paced redemption. And that's another fault of Lilith: Her redemption. She cursed Eda, ruined the family, ostracized Eda from society, hunted her down for YEARS because of blind faith in a man playing her like the cheap-ass kazoo that she was, and it all got wiped away almost instantly. Granted, there is one asterisk to this: It was all an accident...Sort of. 

Lilith did mean to curse Eda but didn't intend for it to last as long as it did. And you at least get a sense that Lilith feels some remorse for doing so, even stopping their first duel together the second Eda brought up the curse. The problem is that she doesn't feel enough, still treating Eda as lesser than her despite the two of them being close and Lilith supposedly feeling guilty about cursing her. And, again, it feels like everything got resolved too quickly. I accepted everyone is quick to say, "Everything's good for now" in "Young Blood, Old Souls," but only because I expected Lilith to get dragged through the coals in Season Two. But she didn't. She was quickly treated as one of the gang, and Eda did nothing but jokingly remind Lilith that she cursed her. You do that after years of getting over something, not after a week. So, as a redeemable antagonist, Lilith might as well get a C-...Thank goodness she became an entertaining character, regardless of that.

By Season Two, Lilith becomes an almost different character. Better yet, she becomes what I wanted Viney to be: Bats**t insane. Lilith is violent enough to tell Philip that he better be digging his own grave and punches him in the face without hesitation, ecstatic about banisters and having barnacles on her head, and willing to devote her whole life to an eight-year-old and perform blood sacrifices in his honor. The woman lost her mind, and I was all there for it. Even then, though, she still had a bit of intelligence, being hesitant to trust Philip after seeing some similarities to Belos and studious enough to figure out glyph combos herself. It's just that now because there are fewer worries and fears about keeping an image and being the best, Lilith can let go of inhibitions and go nuts. Her redemption could have used a lot more polish, but being so dang entertaining in Season Two is what made Lilith a character I couldn't care about to one I was excited to see when I could.

Alador Blight: Wish I could say the same about this guy...

I think I love the idea of Alador much more than his execution. Upon his introduction, he's presented as the lesser of two evils between him and Odalia, with Alador being easier to talk to without threatening to kill anybody and trying to find compromises that could stow Odalia's fire when she becomes unreasonably angry. Initially, one could assume that he's on the same agenda as hers, only to later find out that Alador's being mistreated too, with Odalia working him to exhaustion, too tired to even notice his children's problems half the time because he's too busy working for Odalia to the point where he never even took a sick day. In Season Two, this lines up with a lot of his behavior. It's why he acts so scatterbrained and unsure of what to do in most appearances. Or the way he tries to tell Odalia they've demonstrated enough with the Abomiton and how he forces a compromise by making Odalia stick to her word and sneakily tell her that being with friends makes Amity stronger, and how he promises to Amity to let Odalia back down in "Reaching Out." If you look solely at how he acts in Season Two, I believe it's pretty decent character work/development, showing a man who loves his kids but can't be the father he wants and needs to be because of his overbearing wife...However, there is ONE moment that spoils everything.

Yeah, that one. This is the scene that everyone points back to when discussing Alador's change of heart and whether or not he earns Amity's love despite it. He's very clearly on Odalia's side in this argument, being just as cold as her. Some argued that because this memory came from Amity as a kid, she might misremember the details and misconstrued how Alador acted that day. Even his silhouette seems different from how he looks in the present, and I was willing to agree because I remember days when my parents got a LITTLE mad, and it was the scariest thing in the world. However, not only would you be surprised how more traumatic experiences stick with kids, but the show makes it very clear that memories inside one's mind recreate things to the exact detail. Sure, there's the fact that it's Amity's recollection in Willow's brain, which, as far as we know, isn't as perfect as a picture. But The Owl House never explicitly establishes how weak a witch's memory could be while already inside a memory. It's a very weird distinction to make but necessary to prove that Amity's memory isn't as exact as it looks. Although, if you want explanations, I have some of my own. One realistic, another analytical, and one argumentive.

Realistically...this is a retcon. The writers had a new idea of what to do with Alador and realized, too late, that they had to make changes to his character for it to work. Changes that go beyond a scene where all we see is his silhouette. And when a retcon's made, it's sort of a team effort between the writers and the fans to explain how it works, with the writers providing the information and the fans analyzing previous scenes to see how it holds up. And after writing about how he's under Odalia's abuse and manipulation, here's where the analysis comes in.

Alador works so much and dismisses his kids because, if he doesn't, Odalia will have the kids do work for him. Not wanting to let them go through what he does, Alador reluctantly goes along with what she demands, only getting her to back down when he sees an opportunity, like in "Escaping Expulsion." Unfortunately, just like that episode, he's still on her side most of the time, doing what she wants and saying what SHE thinks is right even if he probably doesn't want to. Because if he doesn't, he and his kids are in WORSE trouble. That day, when Alador scolded Amity, might be a day when he felt like there was no other choice because Odalia left no room to back down and was forced to do and say what she wanted.

Plus--and here's where I get argumentive--We forgave this:

Granted, there are some arguments against this as well, one I'll get to when talking about Amity. For now, I will say there are three reasons why we're willing to forgive Amity: One is that she's a kid. People are more willing to forgive a child's behavior because they can outgrow it and become better. People have this idea that adults can't do the same thing, that they should already know better...even though adults rarely do, and they could live up to seventy while still unaware of how their behavior is wrong. Number two is that we spend more time with Amity, learning how much she regrets her actions and proving how she'll work hard to be a better person despite them. We can't have that with Alador because the show has to do so much and has very little time to do it. Some corners can be cut, and Alador was one of them. Thirdly, and this is the one I can't argue against, people understand Amity's plight because they WERE Amity. They've had experience with neglectful and abusive parents, and that experience beats any argument a person has. It doesn't matter if you, me, or anyone else argues that Alador isn't badly written. THOSE people, the ones who had an Alador of their own, will always feel uncomfortable by how the writers made him because those people know not every parent is like him, and they don't want kids thinking THEIR parents are the same. I mean it when I say I can't argue against that because that's a fair reason to not like a character.

Personally, I like Alador enough. At least, I like the idea he represents. It's good to show that parents can be mistreated too, especially a father because not enough people take men getting abused in a relationship as seriously as women do. The execution is a little sloppy because of that one scene in Season One, but it doesn't bother me. It DOES, however, bother others, and for reasons I can't help but sympathize. I won't call Alador a bad character, but I won't stop others from disagreeing. But at least his kids are great (and, yeah, we’ll get to them).

Dell Clawthorne: Dell's kind of both a symbol and a character.

Symbolically, he's the physical representation of Eda's biggest regret. She blinded and crippled her father, ruining the family business in the process. But the sad part is that none of it was her fault. Yet Eda still blames herself, not even wanting to go and SEE Dell because the pain of knowing what she did to him is too great. He proves that Eda can turn into what she is afraid of becoming. Something that we see in her nightmare in "Watching and Dreaming." Something that no one wants to be: A monster. A monster that doesn't deserve forgiveness or love. A monster that should be locked away for the safety of the ones she loves. But the crazy thing is that Dell DOES love Eda. He DOES forgive her.

Dell has every right to be angry. He lost his eye and his job. Who wouldn't be angry after that? And maybe he was for a bit, but I doubt he was ever angry with Eda, let alone resent her for it. Instead, after years of her running away and never wanting to talk to him again, Dell only wanted to see his daughter again. His scene with Eda in "Elsewhere and Elsewhen," where he clarifies that what happened was tragic but still loves Eda despite it, is one of my favorite interactions between two characters in The Owl House. And trust me, that's a hefty list to get on.

Dell's time on the show wasn't long, but what he does gives a lot of substance to the show for a guy who probably has less than five minutes of screen time (I don't know, I didn't do the math). Maybe he could have offered more, but I'm glad with what we still got.

The Titan: The same goes for this fluffy individual. We only knew them for a short amount of time, but holy hell, did the Titan make the most of it. Even though, technically speaking, we knew them the whole time.

I don't think I've seen a show where the setting happens to be an essential character in the plot. I'm pretty sure everyone assumed the Titan was a corpse that our characters had adventures on, and that's it. Any idea that they were a being that could talk to others could get shot down because the only person to "talk" to the Titan was Belos. And with him being the serial liar that he was, any fan could assume that even talking to the Titan was impossible, and meeting them was even more so. Turns out it wasn't.

And the Titan, the powerful being whose corpse is big enough to form a landmass, also turns out to be a chilled-out individual. There are brief moments of seriousness and even nobility in their final moments, but for the most part, the Titan is just a laid-back, jovial person. Personally, I'm into god-like beings that are like that. Not one that's wrathful or vengeful, but kind and acts like someone you could, I don't know, have a beer with. Not that I drink beer, but...you know.

Granted, the Titan WAS a bit wrathful with how they treated the Collector, but they clearly feel bad about it after finally realizing the Collector meant no harm, and it was the Collector's SIBLINGS who did the dirty work. The Titan admitted to making a mistake, making them both a kind god and a humble one. It amazes me how much characterization was given to the Titan in how little time they were officially introduced in the show. There are characters who are better after having more time, but there are also ones who might just be worse. So I appreciate that they made the Titan so top-tier, even if making them nothing more than the Isles, and the show's setting, would have been more than enough.

Emira Blight: I will forever be grateful for the course correction that the writers took with Edric and Emira, not only making them great supporting characters instead of semi-antagonists like in "Lost in Language" but also giving them their own personalities that help them stand out instead of being exact copies like most twins in media. Unfortunately, Emira might be the least interesting Blight sibling.

THAT DOES NOT MEAN BAD! Just because Amity's more engaging and Edric's more entertaining, that doesn't make Emira a horrible character because of it. It just means that, comparatively, she's not as high as her siblings. With that said, Emira's still pretty fantastic as the only Blight with a functioning brain cell. She calls Edric out for his occasional stupidity, gives proper advice to Amity when she's freaking out, and has her thoughts together because Emira didn't work herself to exhaustion. It also makes sense why Emira's a healer. She's there to keep her family physically and emotionally safe, making sure Edric doesn't hurt himself or counseling Amity when things are too overwhelming. Not only is Emira the most sensible, but it might make her the glue that keeps the family together. But despite that, she's still playful, still mischievous. Except, unlike her brother, there's a more controlled intelligence behind the fun and games Emira pulls. It's a bit more subtle, but it's there. So, while she might be the weakest Blight sibling in terms of story value, Emira is still a great character in her own right, being a fun yet essential family member with that perfect older sister energy...Mainly because she's the older sister, but my point still stands!

Edric Blight: Ah, the one Blight sibling that proves how most of the brains went to Amity and Emira while he got only the scraps.

Edric is not smart. And that very fact leads to two kinds of entertainment. Firstly, it's funny seeing his dumbass stumble through life. He tried to eat snow, attempted to keep a wild bat as a pet, couldn't pick up a hint to save his life, and ended up in a full-body cast after a reckless rescue mission. The poor boy is a riot because of how dumb he acts, which leads to the second thing entertaining about Edric: He's aware of his lack of smarts and how others see him as "The Dumb One." It causes Edric to be a little insecure about his talents, despite having great knowledge of Beast Keeping and decent skills with Potions. It's as if the writers saw the fans' preconceptions about Edric and decided to do something with it. Unfortunately, they only did it for one episode because we're strapped for time, but that brief instant of character insight is what's to love about this show. We have so many characters to use and so little time that instances like Edric helping Eda and King make a potion is enough to be considered great character development for someone who could have easily been "The Dumb One" and nothing more. He was funny enough with that simple character trait, but one tends to appreciate when a show goes the extra mile, even if it's for one episode only.

Hooty: Oh, Hooty. Sweet, dearest Hootcifer.

At first, I did not like you. You were an annoying addition as comic relief, whose screechy voice only made me hate you more. But then something interesting happened. As time went on, you became less annoying and more endearing by nature. Having an eagerness to please others mixed with a constant ignorance of social cues made you quite humorous. Yes, quite humorous indeed. The laughs brought forth by things you have done and said were plentiful, and I was delighted by each appearance you've made.

And best of all, dearest Hootcifer, you've made Luz and Amity a canonical couple. In an episode that will be nearest and dearest to many fans' hearts, you have not only brought out beautiful development between King and Eda but also managed the most adorable display of young love to occur. A young love between two girls, no less, meaning this moment of spectacular representation for the LGBTQA+ community is all thanks to you, a character best described as a "bird worm." That is both mildly hilarious as well as incredible.

Unfortunately, dearest Hootcifer, your time on the show was not perfect. Whilst Season Two was you at your best, it took all of Season One for me and others to warm up to you. And by Season Three, with every other characters taking story prominence, there was nary any time for you, Hootcifer, to add anything of value. You hardly had any lines, nor did you manage to have any final words in the series finale. Other characters in the series had faced this injustice too, but it is extra ludicrous for you, Hootcifer. You were there since that very first episode, becoming the fourth member of the Owl House family. To think that your last line was only in the second to last episode, despite how much of an impact you've left on the others and the fans, it pains me that you were one of the few cheated out the most with that final season.

Regardless, despite everything, Hootcifer, you are a well-done character with humor and heart. Tis no wonder that the show is named after you, for you are worthy of such an honor.

...In short, Hooty is funny, endearing, and surprisingly grows on you. I have...no idea why I gave that sentiment across in such a fancy way, but oh well.

(He deserves it anyways)

Flapjack: *Sigh* Another loving bird...

Just like Owlbert, Flapjack's the only palisman with enough prominence in the series to feel like a character, but unlike Owlbert, the writers actually explore more with Flapjack. But that may be because his story is tragic.

It is heavily hinted that Flapjack is Evelyn's palisman, who also lured Caleb into the Boiling Isles and indirectly sparked DECADES worth of...bad stuff. And within that time, Flapjack lost an eye and an owner and spent so much of his life alone. That is until he met Luz...who then introduced Flapjack to Hunter.

It really was a solid expectation subversion that Flapjack chose Hunter as an owner. He had a kind and playful energy that matched Luz perfectly, but no. He wanted Hunter, possibly because he looked so much like Caleb. And not wanting to lose another Caleb, Flapjack seemed to make it his number one goal to help Hunter in every way possible. That's when it hits you why Flapjack is perfect for Hunter: He's what Hunter NEEDS. Flapjack may have worked well with Luz, but Hunter needed him more than she did. Hunter was all alone for most of his life and went through so much emotional and mental stress in his unfortunate existence. Then here comes Flapjack, cheerfully supporting Hunter in his interests and literally pulling him to people who will make him happy. Flapjack's basically a therapy bird if I've ever seen one. And it really was nice seeing the majority of the time he's spent in the series be dedicated to making someone else happy...because it makes his death all the more tragic.

All Flapjack wanted was to make Hunter happy, ignoring the fact for so long that being near Hunter was the biggest risk that Flapjack could have ever taken. The second Belos might see Flapjack, he'd be as good as dead due to Belos' need to feed off the souls of palismens and because of Belos' hatred for everything that Flapjack represents. Yet Flapjack still stuck it out and stayed by Hunter's side despite these risks. His death was all but inevitable, but it hurt all the same because while we knew, deep down, it would happen, we didn't WANT it to happen. But it did, and it stings that a bird that wanted to do nothing but good only paid a horrible price for his kindness. On the bright side, Flapjack died doing the one thing he did best: Helping Hunter. No, SAVING Hunter.

Flapjack was loyal to the end, and we all love him for it. And miss him all the same.

Darius Deamonne: Hey, look! It's another character that's important to Hunter! And this one is FABULOUS!

I'll forever be blown away by the expectation subversion the writers did with Darius. Upon his introduction, you think he would be this menacing secondary antagonist the characters would have to fight through in a final battle against Belos. That was definitely the vibe I got from the guy, with how menacing he acted and how he looked in his abomination form. Turns out, most of that was an act...Most of it. I'm willing to bet that he really was ticked off by whoever was screwing with him, and his annoyance was real with Ebberwolf. But by using what we NOW know, it's clear that Darius was playing SOME of his behavior up to make it convincing enough that he's on the Emperor's side in case any ears are listening in. Belos does have eyes and ears everywhere, after all...somehow. Plus, it makes the reveal that Darius is on the side of good all the more pleasant of a surprise. He's certainly less menacing, but not as a fault. Darius still has the same snark and agitation towards people who are more, let's say, foolish than him, just as Darius did in his first appearance. It's just that now he's more subdued because he's surrounded by people who Darius doesn't need to scare. Even when dealing with the Emerald Entrails, Darius acted cold but reasonable. And when actually TRYING to scare the kids, you can argue he wanted to further scare them away from joining the Emperor's Coven, showing them what type of person they'd be dealing with.

But the biggest surprise came when he turned out to be a decent father figure for Hunter. Unfortunately, we never get to see him as an actual father, but it's still sweet seeing Darius show Hunter the first amount of respect and care from an adult the poor boy ever got. Darius shows interest in Hunter's interest, respects his decisions, and encourages him to be a kid and not a soldier, likely because Darius knows full well where that leads for the previous Golden Guards. It warms the heart to see how much Darius cares for Hunter, getting worried when he's in danger and feeling joy when he's safe and sound. It's all great...and it SUCKS that Darius is one of the few screwed over in the finale. No final lines, just pure silence...and some shipping fuel between him and Alador. At least there were still moments of Darius showing he cares for Hunter, and they're both happy together. I didn't really expect much from Darius. He was already fun upon his introduction, but having him become this stern yet caring person was such an interesting twist that I can't help but admire more. It's not what I expected, but I appreciate it nonetheless.

Vee Noceda: That IS her last name, and I will hear NO SLANDER ABOUT IT!

...Anyway, Vee's a great character.

I am forever impressed by how great of an, yet another, expectation subversion Vee is. Everyone, including Luz, upon first seeing Vee, saw her as an evil doppelganger trying to steal Luz's life. I still remember the shock and fear I felt when first seeing Vee, worried about what this could mean for Luz and Camila. And then we got to know Vee...and I much prefer the character we got over an evil clone or whatever the popular theory at the time was.

Vee, quite possibly, might have the most tragic life out of everyone in the show. She was born in a cage, was treated as a lab experiment and nothing more, gained a ton of PTSD surrounding rats and cages, and likely never knew the feeling of a warm bed or a good home-cooked meal until meeting Camila. Vee's life was a nightmare before running away to the human realm, and after learning about all that, it makes her finding a home with the Nocedas, being a part of their family, all the sweeter. A friend of mine said that her plan was a LITTLE flawed because Vee didn't know whether or not Luz would return, but in fairness, Vee said that she didn't mean to keep the act up forever, but Camila was nice to her. Vee was operating off of emotions due to getting an inkling of what love feels like, even if Camila's motherly love wasn't for Vee exactly. And with the family she's found and the friends she made in the Human Realm, it's no wonder that she prefers a life there, graduating high school with Luz and having a form for herself to gain an identity of her own. It's amazing how much care and attention the writers put into Vee and her story...Especially since she's basically a minor character.

Yeah, it's crazy to think that a lot of this stuff that happens with Vee is for a character with a substantial role in TWO episodes. Honestly, I wish she had more and could have time to bond with Camila and Luz, showing how much of a happy family she's gained. But, even after "Yesterday's Lie" ended, I already assumed the odds of seeing Vee again in something big were NEVER to become a reality. The shortening of the series, leaving fans with only half a season and three specials, meant that the odds weren't in Vee's favor to grow and develop more than she already did. In a case like that, you have to learn to accept what you HAVE instead of complaining that you didn't get what you WANT. And as for what we have with Vee, it's still good and compelling stuff for a character that makes two appearances. Sure, the potential of a greater character is there for Vee, but for a minor character, she's still really great. Now, if she was a MAIN character, THEN it'd be an issue...Speaking of which.

Gus Porter: Ah, NOW we're getting to the important characters.

Gus is...probably the least interesting out of the main cast. That doesn't make him bad, mind you. I mean, look how far he's come in this list. It's just that, compared to everyone else, Gus felt as if he had less going on. While everyone else was dealing with trauma, family issues, and self-worth, Gus was always kind of...there. The worst part is that there are a lot of hints of there being more to him. He somewhat admits to Hunter in "Thanks to Them" that, while things aren't awful, Gus isn't happy. He missed his dad, and Gus was the first to break down and cry after "King's Tide." There's something there to explore, but because it's a season where so much is going on and there's little time to focus on everybody, Gus, unfortunately, gets the short end of the stick when dealing with HIS trauma. And there's not much going on with his family. There's no discussion of what happened with his mom or any animosity between Gus and his dad. They have a healthy relationship together. Which is appreciative, don't get me wrong. But it's NOTHING compared to Amity's issues with her parents, Eda's strained relationship with her sister and mother, and Luz's difficulty in getting her mom to understand her. The closest bit of intrigue we get with Gus and his dad is how bored and kind of annoyed Gus looked during the Grand Prix in "Eda's Requiem." There could be something to explore there, maybe talk about why Gus went with his dad even though he clearly wasn't having a great time. Unfortunately, this was during a season when the writers were told the series would get cut, and they had to rush to close up as many character arcs as they could before reaching the end, with Gus, again, getting the short end of the stick. Thankfully, the show does something about Gus' self-worth, showing his doubts as an Illusionist and some anxiety about being used by others for personal gain. It's engaging stuff, but it comes at the cost of Gus being overshadowed by an admittedly cute couple and the fandom's favorite white boy.

We definitely get a good amount where I say that Gus is an engaging character, but never enough to stand above the others. And that, right there, is why Gus is the least interesting in the main cast. There are great things about him to explore, but he's never given a chance to truly shine. Thankfully, Gus is still great in a supporting role, acting as the group's cheerleader and hyping them up to do something. Or how he acts as the little brother, having sometimes naive optimism and playfulness compared to everyone else. He's still a smart cookie who knows when to be serious, but it's clear that he's the second or third youngest in the cast, right next to King or the Collector. So, while Gus would have been even better with more time dedicated to him and him alone, that doesn't mean he's any worse of a character because of it. He's still endearing with how supportive he is, even if that makes him less interesting than his friends.

Speaking of which...

Willow Park: Willow...has a similar problem as Gus, but it might be a little worse. Because while Gus has entire subplots in episodes dedicated to him and his issues, Willow has consistently shared the spotlight with other characters throughout the series, where they get a lot of development, and she gets the scraps. To the point where fans talk more about the people Willow has a relationship with instead of Willow. She used to have a friendship with Amity? They latch onto AMITY'S side of things. Hunter's her boyfriend? They latch onto HUNTER'S side of things. In fact, I think people talk more about her BULLY than they do about Willow. Rarely does Willow get any attention in the fanbase and even in the series, which is a shame because she IS a solid character.

Willow's your typical shy girl who learns to gain more confidence. Only this one has more of a violent edge and seems more than capable of killing someone for hurting her but doesn't due to her self-confidence issues. Plus, instead of stretching out those issues throughout the entire series, Willow gains more confidence at the end of Season One. An annoying thing about shy girls is that they remain progressively so, getting better through inches instead of miles. With Willow, she gets over it pretty soon, to the point where I genuinely thought Willow didn't have much to do in Season Two because the writers figured her character arc was done. Which is a shame because even though her friends have more development than her, Willow is a great straight man to their antics. She's often remembered as a friend with the one functioning brain cell in the group, acting as the voice of reason when her idiot friends have a dumb idea. But she's still supportive of their ambitions and adventures because THEY were supportive of her. It's her way of paying them back. Willow just has a better idea of when to draw the line.

Plus, there is an interesting idea about Willow that the writers manage to explore beyond her shyness, even if it's not to as great of an extent as everyone else's development. You see, Willow has a problem processing trauma. In "Understanding Willow" (which ironically helps us understand Amity better), Willow states that it's best to hide away what's upsetting her while saying, "Out of sight, out of mind." Only for that to QUICKLY backfire as Amity takes things further by burning the very thing Willow only wanted to hide. They both learn it's better to confront the things that make them uncomfortable, gaining an understanding (ha) that you need to face your pain to heal from it. Except that Willow somewhat forgot that lesson in "For the Future," which showcased what makes Willow great. She's there to help her friends and their issues but ignores her own because she believes her friends’ are more important. All the girl needed was a good cry over her dads, but Willow instead repeated to herself, "Keep it in," not wanting to let her own problems overshadow everyone else's, which caused her emotions to grow more out of control. This side of her is an engaging idea, and it sucks that it's only been explored twice while her friends got more development. I'm willing to blame the shortening of the series for this one because there's no way she only had such a small role to play in the series upon conception. Willow acts as great support like Gus, but she could have been so much more. And that's a "What if" that's going to unfortunately be lost to time.

King Clawthorne: I have mixed feelings towards King, at least in the first season. I didn't hate him. It's just that, within Season One, King hardly had a direction. More often than not, he was the comic relief that went off doing silly things in the B-Plot while everyone else went on the real adventures. It led to entertaining bits, like gaining an army of sentient stuffed animals or using the Owl Beast as a tool to dominate the playground. But then there were times when they felt like an unnecessary distraction, like being an MC at Grom or being mistaken as a substitute teacher. And most of the time, it's all for the sake of an unrealistic goal. I could tell from the beginning that he would NEVER be the actual King of Demons, and it was just something the other characters played along with because even THEY knew it would never be a reality. So there was never anything King could add to the show besides humor, which he did well due to Alex Hirsch's hilarious delivery with a few jokes. If King stayed the same as he does in Season One, he'd go just above Hooty as someone entertaining with a few solid scenes of heart with the rest of the main cast, but nothing more than that.

...But then the writers decided to make King an actual character in Season Two.

King became more consistent and engaging in the series from "Echoes of the Past" to beyond. In most of the series before this moment, King always went back and forth as either a child, a pet, or an immature adult with delusions of grandeur. Post "Echoes of the Past," it's pretty clear that King's a child but one with a bit more maturity than others. He acts naive and has a definite need to be protected at all costs when he acts sad. And Alex Hirsch KILLS it when portraying King's youth, where the times King cries or gets emotional sounds like an actual kid rather than a grown man playing a kid. His delivery isn't just good for humor but for some amazing voice acting that surprisingly adds to the illusion. It's sort of like how John Roberts convinces me that Linda from Bob's Burgers is a New Jersey Mother in a way that's better than any voice actress ever could manage. Sometimes, you need to give in to the illusion.

As for what makes King engaging, that's where his purpose comes in. King wanting to become the King of Demons and have people bow down to him is...cute and results in some good humor. But King wanting to know what he is and where his Dad came from? Now THAT is a way to make someone invested in a character we already enjoyed. King was entertaining before, but seeing his struggles to find answers about his past and heritage was always endearing and helped you feel for the little guy. And when he finally DOES get answers, it cleverly gives King what he wanted in Season One: To be something that people would bow down to in respect and fear...and King doesn't want that anymore. After learning he's the last of his species, that his blood family is dead, and everything is falling down around him and his found family, King doesn't want to be the monster everyone fears. He just wants to be King and have things go back to normal. Or, HIS version of normal, anyway. It's pretty compelling to show King's growth as comic relief to an actual character by giving him everything he thought he wanted, only to practically refuse it. King is almost a completely different character by Season Two, and it really is for the best. Season One King wasn't too bad, but his Season Two self really gave him the boost he needed.

Raine Whispers: Raine is best defined as a pretty flawless character. At least, in my eyes, they are, as there's not really a bad thing I can say about them.

Upon conception, Raine was nothing more than a love interest to Eda...and that tracks. So much of Raine's development and story occurs when Eda is there, fawning over them and wanting to reconnect. Even their debut episode was more about Eda's issues and how Raine was there to guide her to the right path when it mattered most. They're very much a character severely connected with Eda and never had the chance to star in the spotlight instead of sharing it. A shame, really, since Raine organizing a resistance against Belos could be enough for an episode of its own, but, unfortunately, not the case for a series that got shortened. However, just because Raine's a character connected to Eda, it doesn't make them any less fun or engaging.

First and foremost, you GET why Eda is so in love with Raine. Where Eda is an agent of chaos, Raine is more for CONTROLLED chaos, willing to join Eda to cause some mayhem but in a way where they don't get caught or in trouble. And that's just them as kids. As an adult, Raine wants to destroy a militaristic dictatorship from the inside out, determined to keep the act going and fight literal brainwashing no matter how often they get caught. They're also pretty determined, fighting against Belos infecting Raine's brain and fighting with their last breath when Belos tried to get to the heart of the Titan. Because while Raine was one for chaos as a kid, they're still a good and caring person. Raine didn't want Eda involved so she wouldn't get hurt and MEANT their promise to Luz to make sure nothing bad happened to Eda during their mission on the Day of Unity. But on top of everything else: Raine is a charismatic dork, having enough charm to make Eda the Owl Lady blush but still having the dorkiest smile when announcing their crew's name is "The CATs." Raine is ALL these things, and the result is someone who's a blast to watch, even if they're simply Eda's love interest. They still add enough entertainment and drama, even if some of it, unfortunately, focuses more on the Eda side of things. Would I love more of a spotlight to shine on Raine? Of course. They're an outstanding character who unfortunately got put through the wringer, what with being physically tortured, used as Belos' meat puppet, and MAYBE groomed by Terra Snapdragon (That creepy witch). But when a character's conceived as a love interest, even if there's more to them, you gotta take the good moments when they're badass and awesome and appreciate when they contribute to the story on the sidelines as a supporting character than a leading one. At least they were right there to kill Belos and lived happily ever after, snuggling with Eda. Not too bad for a love interest, huh?

Oh, and Raine's also the first non-binary character in a kid's cartoon with a major influence on the characters and the plot. That's pretty cool too.

The Collector: Here we have a character that turned out WAY better than I imagined. I didn't admit it in the past, but I was a LITTLE worried that the writers would make The Collector like Bill Cypher: A chaotic god-like character who takes pleasure in treating others like his playthings. And The Collector IS that...but there's something that makes them a different yet intriguing character: The Collector's a kid. Yes, he's a kid who turned the Boiling Isles into their playground and the residents into toys, but they’re still a kid.

Upon our introduction of The Collector, we're given this idea that he’s a sick and twisted little gremlin who's just as excited as Belos is about the genocide of the Boiling Isles (which might be an image aided by the fact that it's Belos' memory). But every time we saw them since, the more the writers leaned into the Collector's child-like behavior, showing that the reason why he might be all for Belos' genocide and treat people as literal playthings is that they don't understand what life and death means. He doesn't MEAN to be a problem. It's just that no one has ever taught them otherwise. And that's a more interesting way to go about this character instead of making The Collector a new primary antagonist. It might have worked fine, but when you make a character with god-like powers, it becomes difficult to believe anyone could defeat them. So, the idea to stop The Collector by TEACHING him what's right and wrong before it's too late is a clever way to go about things, especially when it's King that does most of the teaching, using his newfound maturity to teach The Collector what Eda and Luz taught HIM. The result is a new, engaging character that also shows the stellar development of another. Not too bad for someone added to the series at the last minute...Yeah, no, that's what The Collector is, though.

After finding out the series would get shortened, Dana Terrace and the writers thought, "Hey, let's just go NUTS this season!" So, they threw in The Collector as a way to add more spectacle to the final three specials of the show. Sure, the writers had SOME idea of what to do with The Collector beforehand. But after getting the bad news from the executives who decided the series no longer fit the brand, it was the final nail in the coffin to shove The Collector in there. And MAN, there is no better representation of the show's forced conclusion than The Collector, as they're this thing that ALL the characters react to, whether protagonist or antagonist, and are forced to work through their story arcs and character development around within the last few minutes of the show. It's a pretty fun way to look at The Collector, even if he's still a great character despite all they represent. Regardless, I'm still grateful the writers didn't just turn him into the new primary antagonist who killed the old one to show off their threat level...Especially since the old one is REALLY good.

Emperor Belos/Philip Whitebane: "YOU LIKE BELOS MORE THAN WILLOW, GUS, RAINE, AND EVERYONE ELSE?!"

Yes...As a CHARACTER. Not as a PERSON. Because he's NOT a PERSON. He's a FICTIONAL CHARACTER.

I'm serious. People should stop equating "good character" to "good person," especially in this fandom. You can't talk about how well-written Belos or Odalia are without someone coming around and saying, "THEY'RE AWFUL PEOPLE!" I know that. Most...SHOULD know that. But here's the thing: Belos is an antagonist. A character whose purpose is for the audience to love to hate him. If that's done well, he's a good character. And guess what: Belos does it REALLY well, to the point where he's one of my favorite antagonists in a Disney property. Probably one of my favorite antagonists of all time.

Upon his introduction, Belos scared the crap out of me. From his design to even the way he spoke sent chills up my spine. He didn't even SOUND all that threatening, with a deep and scary voice. He sounded like a dude, but it’s in the way he said things, as if Belos knew what he was saying was messed up. But he didn't care, almost like it was because he thrived on people fearing him. And that was just on his INTRODUCTION. From a few of his future appearances, the writers showed Belos acting MORE horrifying, having disturbing spells unlike anything we've seen before, being aware that SOMETHING is spying on him, and revealing that he has a curse that turns him into a somehow MORE terrifying monster. It was pretty effective in getting me to fear this creepy son of a non-witch...And then "Eclypse Lake" showed us his face, revealing that he not only SOUNDED like an ordinary dude but LOOKED like one too. Sure, he had that weird green mark that went down his face, but so much fear I had of Belos went away when I saw that he looked like someone's grandpa who forgot to wash his face. But as the show went on, the more it made sense to make Belos look like a regular man. Instead of portraying a fantastical evil, the writers went for a more realistic one...with supernatural powers, yes, but consider the villains of OUR world. They're people who look like you and me, using their faces to hide dark intentions and charm their way to a position in leadership. That fits Belos' actions to a T, and you see how perfectly it matches in real life when Luz voices her frustrations that no one can see how evil Belos really is, only for King to tell her that no one wants to realize that they've been following the wrong guy. Do you want to know why members of your family refuse to accept that a LOT of Republicans are evil? It's because they spent years, even generations, believing the opposite. So to tell them the truth, even if they NEED to hear it, they'll refuse any facts given to them. So having Belos be the exact representation of all of that, showing kids what to be wary of, is a great way to educate them to learn that sometimes the most dangerous people in society are those who control it in the first place. Even making him a grotesque monster doesn't really take away from the allusion but adds to it, letting Belos' true, inner self take physical form and showing kids what happens to these monsters when you're too late to stop them.

And that's not even getting into the motivations! I didn't feel TOO shocked when it was revealed that Belos was Philip Wittebane. Don't get me wrong, I was still a LITTLE shocked, but I predicted it and expected that Belos' big plan was to return to the Human Realm in some way, but that left some holes into why he spent so much time controlling the Boiling Isles to do it...And then it was revealed that Belos was a WITCH HUNTER. And I'll never forget the dread I felt when I realized, "Oh, they're doing THIS. Oh, no..." The level of fear that I once had for Belos skyrocketed once his real plan became clear and how INTENSELY close he was to reach his ultimate goal.

The scariest part of all is how believable it is. Given how real-world politicians are willing to wipe out an entire group of individuals just for existing, someone like Belos isn't too far of a stretch. Neither is how he came to be the monster that he is. Philip was only an orphaned child raised to believe that witches were Satan's spawn set to destroy everything. And one witch "stole" his brother, the only family Philip had left, and left him feeling like his rage was justified. Except...it's not. It was NEVER justified. Caleb left Philip on his own volition and, when Philip found him again, tried to convince the twit that Evelyn was fine. Philip could have easily taken his brother's word for it and changed. Philip would later have YEARS, possibly CENTURIES, to learn that he was wrong, but he never did. The conditioning was put too deep into his brain, and Belos was the result. I wouldn't say that makes him a tragic character, but it DOES explain so much about why he acts the way he does.

The best part about Belos is that he's consistent. Because of his conditioning, he never once wavers his opinions or questions if what he's doing is wrong. Belos considers himself the hero of his story and views Caleb and Luz as tragic losses. When met with the LITERAL GHOSTS of his sins, Belos yells at, or flat out ignores, them, proclaiming that he was doing the right thing and it's not HIS fault that their souls were too far gone. And with Luz, Belos tried to kill her on three separate occasions, actually succeeding the third time around. And when backed into a corner, realizing he's as good as dead, does Belos ask for surrender? Does he beg for forgiveness? NOPE! He initially tries to manipulate Luz, attempting to take advantage of her good nature into thinking he's good now. And, when THAT instantly fails, Belos yells at Luz, saying she's betraying her humanity and is nothing more than the very evil he spent his whole life fighting against. Luz doesn't buy a word of ANY of it, least of all when he says they're better than this petty revenge and killing out of a twisted form of justice. Even though that's exactly what he's been doing all his life.

Evil to the end, Belos is an antagonist that works because of how perfectly diabolical and realistically despicable the writers made him, making him interesting to dissect while having it feel so cathartic to watch him get stomped to death by the very people he hated. I could honestly go on and on about what makes Belos so engaging to watch and easy to hate...but this gosh dang review is long enough already, and I haven't even gotten to my top five favorite characters yet!

Speaking of which, let's talk about the ONE good thing Belos did with his life...After we talk about Amity.

Amity Blight: How's THAT for a smooth transition?

Anyways, Amity's great because with nearly every new appearance she's made, she becomes a better character, and I mean that in two ways. For one, she becomes more intriguing as we learn about her home life, interests, and motivations, all three being connected in some capacity. Everything that Amity did, she did because her parents (her Mom, mostly) told her to do it. Ending her friendship with Willow, forcing her to be friends with Boscha and her mean girl squad, be the best of her class no matter what, and join the coven that she slowly doesn't want to join anymore. These are all the things Amity was forced to do, and had no choice to do it.She had almost no free will, but that doesn't mean she couldn't rebel in the tiniest ways. She took time out of her day to read to kids and used the cover of it being extra credit to keep doing it. She has a secret room with a collection of Azura books to enjoy a fantasy series, idolizes the purest hero, and has some creative freedom if that fan art on her diary's cover is anything to go by. Even her bullying has SOME ways of cheating. Amity may have said that Willow had no talent, but it was an attempt to get Boscha and the others to stop while covering her tracks so they won't tell anyone she went soft on Willow. And in "I Was A Teenage Abomination," some of Amity's words almost sound encouraging. There's a mocking tone to a lot of it, but the subtlety of her going "keep it up" is still there. Sure, Amity would later have a rage later regarding Willow and Luz’s cheating, but even that is more or less justified. They broke the rules, and, knowing how Odalia reacts to failure, Amity is NOT willing to let go of her "Top Student" badge without a fight. Maybe I'm stretching, and maybe I'm looking deep into things that aren't there. But it's the same thing I do with Alador: When presented with new information about a character, it's a collaborative effort to look at what came before and figure out how it works. And I think there's enough to Amity's actions in the past that are justified by her motivations yet still have a bit of her good side shining through. Which is good because that brings me to the OTHER reason why Amity gets better with each episode.

Piece by piece, bit by bit, Amity becomes a better person after learning a new and valued lesson by the end of every episode. And unlike a blonde-haired character I hate from that frog show, Amity has a clear and definite desire to become a better person. The writers SMARTLY confirm early on that Amity doesn't want to be cruel. She specifically can't show weakness, so she builds walls to hide away her good side, believing that part of herself is weak. But through Luz, the best thing that ever happened to Amity, all those walls come crumbling down, and the Amity SHE wants to become would soon blossom. She's less reserved, more open about feelings, smiles instead of sneers, and acts nicer to Luz and others around her. There's still some anger, annoyance, and the occasional snark, but it was nowhere near as bad as how Amity USED to act. And through each wall that falls gives Amity courage to stand up to her parents and finally become her own person, to the point of dying her hair to reflect the kind of person she wants to be. By a quarter of the way through Season Two, Amity finally gains an identity that reflects what she always had hidden underneath. And it's satisfying...And then writers made her Luz's girlfriend.

Yeah, this is a complaint you'll often see floating around. The second Amity and Luz start dating, a lot of her individuality tends to trickle away, with most of Amity’s problems being related to or overshadowed by Luz's. Just look at "Reaching Out," which has Amity dealing with her issues of Alador's neglect and wanting to form SOME connection with him. But it's barely touched upon due to the real meat of the episode being Luz using the event as a distraction towards her own issues, which I remember more regarding that episode than anything Amity went through. And things get worse by Season Three, where almost every character has something to go through or a chance to highlight their grief, and Amity is...just kind of there, being looped in with supporting her girlfriend and dealing with an ex-friend instead of dealing with her own problems.

It definitely sucks that after all that fighting that Amity went through to gain independence and discover her true self, only to be sidelined once she gets it. But I will say that while Amity is forced into being categorized as Luz's girlfriend, that role still highlights Amity's development. She acts warm, kind, and, most of all, understanding towards Luz and her issues, the same way Luz acted towards Amity, proving she can give as much as she can take. It's not how I wanted things to turn out, but hey. At least Amity got a complete character arc before being pushed to the side. That's WAY more than what I can say about Gus and Willow, the characters introduced to us as Luz's best friends. Guess a girlfriend takes more of a priority.

But that's enough about the fandom's favorite white girl. Let's NOW talk about the fandom's favorite white boy AND the writer's favorite punching bag.

Hunter: In all seriousness, Hunter feels like a character where the writers went, "Hey, remember Amity? Let's just...f**king do THAT again. But BETTER."

And they did! Hunter pretty much has the same journey that Amity did as a character, but with all the strengths and NONE of the weaknesses. Upon his introduction, you think he's a charismatic yet evil little brat who doesn't value the lives of others with how quickly he threatened to kill Luz, Eda, and King. But, just like with Amity, the more we learn about Hunter, the more we realize why he WOULD act the way he did and even why he SHOULD.

Hunter is the supposed "nephew" of Emperor Belos, a man who hates failure to the point where he's ready to kill after you let him down ONCE, and you don't want to push his limits too many times. Hunter knows AND fears this fact, so he learns to hold his tongue when possible so as not to gain another injury during one of Belos' temper tantrums. So, Hunter does what he's told, acts carelessly toward others beneath him, and constantly tries to prove himself as a valued soldier instead of acting as a teenager. The poor boy has his own set of walls built up, and instead of letting the cracks grow, he often tries to patch them as quickly as possible because he fears Belos WAY more than Amity fears her parents. And rightfully so, because Belos would absolutely kill Hunter if he betrayed him. He's done it before.

Hunter being a Grimwalker shouldn't surprise me, as the pieces were there and...not really subtly hidden. Yet that doesn't change how horrifying it makes Hunter's situation. It's one thing to fear being replaced by a better soldier in his ranks or something. The fact that Belos can and will attempt to make a better, more efficient clone of Hunter and kill him if needed...makes Hunter digging his own grave in "Eclypse Lake" more fitting than we realized. It makes him not only replaceable but disposable, with that newly acquired knowledge making Hunter shatter, having a panic attack as it hits him all at once that his fears are more than justified. The worst part is that Hunter spent YEARS with that monster, never standing up because he couldn't do it as easily as Amity did to her parents. She can always run away, hide out in someone else's home to escape a mother who probably doesn't even want her. There's NOWHERE Hunter could go that could keep him away from Belos for long, what with him being the Emperor and Hunter having little to no friends. Thankfully, the ones he had did a lot of work.

Luz, Amity, Willow, Gus, and ESPECIALLY Flapjack all helped to give Hunter a better life. Luz offered perspective, showing Hunter that there's more to life than being told how to live it and that the authority figure he listens to isn't perfect. Amity represents evidence, showing Hunter that if you let good people in your life, they will help you with what tortures you. Willow gave companionship through herself AND a group of people that made Hunter genuinely smile for what must have been the first time in his life. Gus then offered comfort, showing Hunter how to calm his anxieties and fears he'll continue to have. And the one to provide all of these things is Flapjack, who gives Hunter perspective, evidence, companionship, and comfort through his own actions and dragging Hunter to people who could offer more. This gave Hunter a support group of individuals that slowly but surely gave him the desire to be the person he wanted to be and gain an identity. Sure, Hunter would build his walls back up each time they tore them down. But there were always cracks that made it easier to convince him what was the right thing to do for others AND himself. And it all gave him the courage to finally stand up to Belos, who saw Hunter as nothing more than a meat puppet, metaphorically and literally.

Hunter's journey does share a lot of similarities with Amity's. I will admit to that. But where she's later demoted as a character defined by a relationship, Hunter is a character that grew because of the support system he gained and was allowed to keep a sense of identity after his friends brought out his good side. They're the ones who guided him down his path, but what Hunter chose to do after was all his own. Plus, it feels SO GOOD to see that after Hunter's grief and knowing how many others before him died tragically to Belos, he gets his happily ever after. Hunter has a home life that's healthy, friends to support him, a girlfriend to LOVE him, and a chance to genuinely smile every day. He LIVED. He SURVIVED. And that must feel inspiring to those who feel there's no escape from the tragedy of their own lives. I love Amity's journey, but Hunter's definitely better and more impactful in ways you won't believe.

And he'd be the best character in the show...if it weren't the fact that I love three more. At this point, you can probably tell who they are, so let's get started with the fandom's favorite MILF.

Eda Clawthorne: I swear that Eda being hot isn't the reason she's in my top three...Maybe.

But for real, Eda is the only character on this list where if the show was about HER...I would watch it. There is SO MUCH about Eda that makes her a blast to see and a lot to dissect that makes her engaging as she is entertaining.

When regarding her personality/character traits, Eda is an instant gem. She's a con artist, frequently driven by greed, has NO problems breaking the laws, and is more than willing to beat up anyone who messes with the kids she's grown attached to. Now many, myself included, have pointed out that Eda's character shares similarities to Grunkle Stan from Gravity Falls. And...yeah, there's definitely a lot to compare, but there's much more to contrast to help make Eda stand out more as a character. For instance, while Stan one hundred percent loves Dipper and Mabel, Eda still feels warmer towards Luz and King. She may show some annoyance at Luz's enthusiasm or playfully mock King believing he's the most dangerous creature alive, but when it matters most, Eda's there for her kids. To protect, counsel, and sometimes cry over them when situations seem dire. Though she'd probably hate to admit it, Eda has a good heart and one that isn't buried after years of emotional baggage (don't worry, we'll get into that). And she doesn't need much bonding experience to help bring that goodness inside her. When Eda saw a little creature alone in a dangerous environment, Eda took it in and raised it as her own. When seeing a young girl with the same amount of spirit as Eda did when she was younger, Eda decided to accept that young girl's offer and teach her the best she knew. Eda was a caring mother figure to King and Luz when they needed her. As for being a teacher...she could have been better, what with barely teaching Luz anything. Still, she tried, and that's primarily in part because of her own love of magic.

Eda may be a criminal striving to get rich, but those two things aren't mutually inclusive like it is for Grunkle Stan. Eda's a criminal because she disagrees with this close-minded rule that witches should be in a coven, doing one kind of magic for the rest of their lives, except for a small group of elite soldiers picked out by the Emperor himself. Anyone with half a brain can see the flaws of this, and Eda was one of them, breaking the law for years because Eda couldn't help but see how it never made sense. So, she never joined a coven, something considered a major offense against Belos' rule, with Eda being considered a wild witch by her community. And the woman RELISHED that idea. Due to not joining a coven, Eda was allowed to do any type of magic she wanted without being in a stuffy uniform and listening to the vague lies of an evil emperor. It left her with a bit of an ego boost, claiming that she's the most powerful witch on the Isles, but at least Eda gets to do what she loves. Even as a kid, Eda had a PASSION for magic, wanting to learn as much as she could and knowing more than Lilith, a character proven more studious than Eda. It's why you can buy Eda being the better witch than Lilith, because while Lilith can understand the technique, Eda has a better grasp of how good it feels to do magic. After all, she loves doing it in a variety of ways. Even her being a new headmaster of a magic college makes a lot of sense. She may not have been the best teacher for Luz, but they were both dealing with a form of magic that neither really knew much about. The only time their teaching clicked was that moment when Luz had natural magic, and Eda could finally offer advice she KNEW would work. Natural magic is what she understands and has a greater passion for, and teaching "wild magic" to the new generation, giving them something she always wanted and a chance to learn further, makes all the more sense when you take the time to think about it. It's a side of Eda that I don't think fans talk about much. A shame, really. It's an interesting part of her that's worth sharing and deserves to have more attention drawn to it. The show certainly didn't...Though, to be fair, there was one last aspect of Eda's character that's, admittedly, more engaging.

Eda's past, from her family to her ex and to her curse, is a subject that follows Eda throughout her life whether she likes it or not. One way or another, something keeps crashing back into her life, and the results lead Eda into an emotional rollercoaster that ends in tears or violence. Some healing comes from it, but the tears and violence are still prominent. Her fights with Lilith, turning into a rage monster due to her mother's meddling, losing Raine, and her father wanting to talk are all emotional situations with Eda and the tattered relationships she had over the years. The hurtful part is how it all leads back to her curse, one way or another. I'll talk more about Eda's journey with her curse and the allusion it represents in future parts, but I'll still say that so much of Eda's pain, her drama, became prominent because of something Lilith did and how Eda reacted to it. She always ran away or denied there was a problem in the first place, making a horrible situation even worse as it left her burning bridges she'll want to rebuild later. And the worst part is that this is something Eda struggles with the most.

Despite all her pain and trauma, Eda tries to cover it up with jokes and a cocky smile or anger and determination. When the curse started overtaking her in “Agony of a Witch,” she looked at Luz with a smile to make things light, but the fear in her eyes betrayed everything. When losing Raine to Darius and Eberwolf, she choked back her tears and forced herself to focus on anything else. Because to her, it's better to deny how hard you're hurting than face it. She'll voice her worries from time to time but often hides just how strong those emotions are for her. And she definitely doesn't want to relive emotional memories due to how hard it was keeping things together the first time. The only time when Eda tends to embrace her inner turmoil is when things are so intense that she can't help but cry and voice how scared/worried she is. It weirdly makes sense that the only thing that could make Eda finally open up is facing the end of the world where it's not just HER who's in danger but the people she loves too. Because above all else, while she may hate to show it, Eda is a softie to the ones she cares about, especially Luz and King. The three of them have gone on so many adventures together and faced so much danger that you can understand why it's almost always them that brings Eda to tears. Luz's attempt at a goodbye in "Young Blood, Old Souls," King's adoption in "Eda's Requiem," knowing how deep in trouble Luz is in "Edge of the World," and finally revealing that there's no plan in "O' Titan, Where Art Thou." Those kids mean the world to her, as she would be nothing without King and Luz giving her purpose, love, and a healing heart...Which makes it weirder how little Eda got to do in Season Three.

Yeah, a lot of characters got the short end of the stick in Season Three, even members of the main cast like Amity and Gus. While most got some narrative or development, others got forced into the supporting role to help those more important characters. But for Eda, it feels weird because she's part of the main trio. Nearly every poster and promotional material featured Luz, King, and Eda. Nearly every episode featured Luz, King, AND Eda. And every version of the show pitched, even if they didn't look the same, it was always Luz, King, AND EDA. So to have a season where she takes a narrative backseat while Luz and King have more relevance to the story feels off. Although, to be fair, it's not like there was much to be done with Eda. Pretty much every narrative she had got wrapped up with Season Two. She's accepted the curse as a part of her, made peace with her family, and reunited with Raine (even if they didn't seal that deal with a kiss). It's almost as if the writers knew they wouldn't have a chance to explore Eda further with a shortened season, so they completed every arc they could with her in the remaining time they had left. So I can see why they didn't do much with her because what else could they have done? But it doesn't stop how weird it is that Eda could have easily been written out of the season if not for the fact that she's part of the main trio, and it'd be even WEIRDER to have a final season without her. Because, truth be told, the series wouldn't be the same without Eda.

Eda offers humor, heart, and tragedy to The Owl House. Her past, trauma, relationships, and love make for someone that deserves main trio status. Probably even main character status too. I would love to see more of her with how much intrigue Eda has, even if a lot of it is done already. Would I want to watch a spin-off of her as a teen? Probably not. But I wouldn't mind seeing more adventures this wild witch would get into.

Also, I'll say this much about her: There's a consensus in the fandom that Eda is the best mom in the show. And while she certainly is a great mother like no other...there's someone we ALL know, deep down, deserves the title for Best Cartoon Mom.

Camila Noceda: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH, I have been waiting for this one...

Now, I'll be the first to admit that I am incredibly biased towards Camila. Upon her introduction, I always thought she was neat as a mother who truly cares about Luz, her interests, and her wonderfully creative mind. She said so within the premier. And even when sending Luz away, all Camila tried to do was look to the bright side and convince Luz that her summer won't be as miserable as she might predict it to be. Camila could tell that going to Reality Check Camp was the last thing Luz wanted to do, so Camila tried her best to make it seem like a fun time despite how down it made Luz feel. It shows that while she may not be a perfect mom for sending her daughter away, Camila is still caring enough towards Luz, and she wants her to be happy despite encouraging a decision Luz wouldn't like. I considered that a fascinating angle towards a mother like Camila, providing a reason for Luz wanting to leave but never out of malice. I liked it...But a quantifiable portion of the fandom did NOT, with too many people claiming Camila was an awful mother who hated her daughter. Camila had maybe a minute, maybe TWO minutes, of screentime, and that's somehow the interpretation people made. I wouldn't say I'm the best at analyzing and interpreting characters, which is a crazy thing to bring up THIS FAR into my longest review yet. Still, even I have to say that people's interpretation of Camila was a MAJOR reach. Like...how do you look at a woman who explicitly states she loves her daughter, gives her multiple kisses goodbye, and you immediately go, "Oh, she HATES Luz." How do you do that? And how do you claim she's a worse mom than Odalia? Yeah, that was a thing! People genuinely would defend Odalia for being a good mom with their last breath and then turn around to s**t on Camila. Even after finally meeting Odalia and seeing how bad SHE was, people still somehow considered Camila worse. I never understood how it got out of hand, and I'm convinced the writers somehow picked up on all this overreacting and decided to make Camila better with every single appearance she made soon after.

From that premier, I already gathered this idea that Camila was a flawed but caring mother trying her best despite mistakes. By "Yesterday's Lie," I was convinced she was the best mom Luz could ask for, even if powerful emotions caused Camila to make mistakes. When Vee acts like the "perfect daughter," you can see, on Camila's face, how Camila noticed something was off and how much she didn't like it. To her, "Luz" was throwing away everything that made her Luz, and Camila didn't WANT that, made even more evident by bringing all of Luz's stuff back in after Vee tried throwing them away. Then when the real Luz "calls" Camila, acting like her true self again, Camila seems ecstatic and is willing to play along with what she assumes is a weird game because she's so happy to see Luz be herself again. Through these small moments, you understand more how much Camila cares for her daughter, despite sending Luz to a camp to teach her to fit in better. It was an action done out of love, not malice. Camila couldn't be FARTHER from a bad person, as proven by how she reacts toward Vee. There may have been initial fear of finding out what Vee really was, but through some coaxing from Luz, all Camila can see is a poor girl locked in a cage and needing help. It's there that you understand where Luz got her kindness from. Because even though everything is going beyond Camila's comfort zone, the woman's still willing to kick a flat-Earther's ass to protect Vee. She's kind and warm to the people she cares about and violent to the ones that hurt them. Like mother, like daughter. But Camila isn't all too perfect. As the events finally come crashing down on her at once, she feels ALL the emotions as she has this breakdown. There's fear that Luz is stuck in a demon realm, anger knowing she WILLINGLY went there, and despair at the idea that Camila might never see Luz again. All of this leads to Camila BEGGING Luz to promise to come back, with Luz interpreting her words as "stay here and NEVER return to that awful place." This caused Luz to be fearful for the future, and more fans hyper-focussing on the negatives instead of the positives. They saw a mother telling her daughter to abandon everything that made her happy when anyone with a single functioning brain cell can tell you that it's just Camila being worried about Luz and not fully grasping the whole story. She knows Luz had SOME fun in the Boiling Isles, but Camila's strong emotions at the moment caused her to fail to understand why Luz loves it. Or, at least, misconstrue the facts, thinking it was just Luz living out a fantasy, the same thing Camila sent Luz to summer camp for. It might seem weird that Camila also focuses on the negatives instead of the positives, but in fairness to Camila, the woman went through the worst thing any mother can go through: Losing contact with her child for who knows how long. I can't blame her for her judgment being clouded by everything she's going through. Still, fans clung to the negatives, too...So it's good Season Three shut them all up for good.

Season Three might as well be the season of Camila, because of all the things Season Three did right, diving deep into Camila's character is one of them. Where her first two appearances showed how much of a caring mother she can be, Season Three took it up to TEN notches. She took so many children into her home when they had nowhere else to go, stayed up late to figure out how to get them everything they could need for a happy life, acted nurturing when they had a tough time, chose violence for someone even saying ANYTHING mean about her baby, and dove head first into a dirty graveyard pond to save a child. Camila earned the title "Mother of the Year.” And she wasn't even trying. But while the season shows how kind, nurturing, and even badass Camila can be, it also had her face some mistakes. Camila wasn't bad for sending Luz away or asking her to stay home. She's a single mother who lost her husband, who probably connected to their daughter in better ways and left Camila to do everything alone. She wanted to be the best possible mom but second-guessed every decision and was unsure if she was doing the right thing. So I like that most of this season is about her trying to LEARN from these unintended mistakes, asking for advice from Luz's friends, and finally sharing with Luz the mistakes Camila made and how she now comes to regret them. What's even better is that Camila tries her best to understand Luz's world. A lot of it scares Camila and makes her uncomfortable, even years after being aware of the Isles in the epilogue, but she still puts in the effort to TRY. It's because Camila loves Luz and wants to be a part of every aspect of her life. Camila may struggle, but she still wants to try. And THAT'S what makes her the best mom.

Camila is warm, loving, and just so much fun to see. She isn't perfect, but instead of denying those imperfections, Camila chooses to confront them and TRIES to better herself. It's evidence that not every parent gets the assignment as they receive it, but they're not instantly failures because of it. Yes, there are horrible parents who refuse to change, but I like that the show teaches kids that there are those who care enough to do better. That's what Camila is, and I love the hell out of her for it.

But do you want to know her GREATEST achievement? She gave birth to the best character in the show…

Luz Noceda: Luz Noceda. Luz fickin' Noceda. A character so good that I made an entire post discussing how she's a fan-frickin'-tastic character. And even then, it felt like I barely scratched the surface of what makes her so good. I mean, how can you accurately explain everything that you love about your favorite protagonist ever? Better yet, how can you summarize it for a review that's gone long enough already? Well, I'm at least going to try...Emphasis on try.

Luz is a character that won me over instantly. The happy, goofy character is always fun for me as I think they're perfect for humor and endearing entertainment. That's Luz to a T, as her antics and attitude towards so many things cause me to smile to no fail. How can I not when she has a kind smile as a snake bites off her doll's head or when she has an argument with her hands? Luz is almost always a delight, but what's interesting about her is that while she's primarily happy and fun-loving, that doesn't make her naive or stupid. Luz has a good sense of maturity, even before her angst arc (Yeah, we'll get to that). In "Covention," I was impressed by her response to Eda's disdain about joining a coven. Luz made it clear that she understands Eda's outlook but wants to go and make her OWN decision. In fact, Luz is mature enough not to follow ALL of Eda's orders. There are times when Luz DEFINITELY should, but I like how the writers gives her enough emotional intelligence NOT to listen to ALL of Eda's wild and free ideas of anarchy. She has enough emotional intelligence to know what's right and wrong at times but is still young enough to learn more when put in danger at a time she really SHOULD have listened to Eda. Luz IS a teen, after all. She wouldn't have all the answers.

But now that we're talking about her intelligence, that's probably an aspect of Luz that's looked over the most. Because Luz is smart, and that shouldn't be an argument. It should be a fact. The girl endlessly worked on glyphs until getting them right, often having scraps of paper lying around her after past experiments. And not only is she studious, but Luz is also crafty at any moment. Some of my favorite scenes with Luz are ones where she comes up with a great plan on the spot, like how she thought up a way to brand Belos as he was killing her. It makes sense the girl wanted to try out for theater because her improvisation is on POINT. And she has the power to back it up. I said in that character analysis that Luz is powerful but not TOO powerful. My good buddy @l-egionare pointed out how I misjudged how powerful Luz CAN be, given how a single plant glyph made that big tree in "Enchanting Grom Fright" and how she wiped the floor with Emperor's Coven members and Conformitorium guards. She certainly has the power. I highlighted her intelligence more because I love characters who win fights by outthinking their opponents rather than overpowering them. The truth is, Luz, CAN do some epic stuff. She's just not AS powerful as Eda and Lilith were at their best, due to Luz having limitations to her glyphs and how she sometimes casts them. Luz can be invisible but only for as long as she holds her breath, and the strength behind her glyph depends on how much she uses and how big they are. She can do great stuff, even with very little, but nothing TOO grand until the Titan gave Luz that power boost in the finale (which I didn’t initially want, but DAMN amI not complaining). Besides, as cool as Luz CAN be, and how underappreciated that part of her is, it’s not her best feature.

I think we can all agree that the best thing about Luz Noceda is her kindness. She’s not naive enough to believe that there’s goodness deep down inside everyone. Her kindness has limits and it says something that Luz’s first instinct upon finally meeting Belos for the first time is to go for the head. While she will help others that need it, Luz will still take the violent route if you mess with those she loves. Speaking of, do you remember your favorite characters? You know all that development and growth they all went through? Do you know who’s responsible for ALL of that? Luz, that’s who. She helped reconnect Eda with her family, led King to gaining a sense of identity, helped Willow blossom into becoming more confident, indirectly helped Gus make new friends, and helped Lilith, Hunter, and ESPECIALLY Amity become their truer, better selves. They wouldn’t be who they are now without Luz, as every person she made a connection with had their lives changed for the better. And the crazy thing is that’s…not entirely mutual. Another great point my buddy @l-egionare made is that Luz’s life wasn’t doomed for the worst, and his argument has legs. Luz could have made friends like Vee did at summer camp or befriended those two kids in “Thanks to Them” who seemed to love Luz’s brand of weirdness. After high school, Luz could have also gone on to be a writer, sharing her love of fantasy to the world. Heck, she might even  fall in love with someone else one day, like with a horror nerd that loves gore and doughnuts…Just spitballing ideas here. The point is that while Luz’s friends on the Boiling Isles ABSOLUTELY need her for a happier life, she doesn’t necessarily need THEM. It’s an interesting interpretation to think about that makes Luz even BETTER. She’s a protagonist that leads others to their change and growth, which is a primary directive for most protagonists. Not only should THEY grow and change throughout the story, but they should lead the rest of the cast to do the same. It gives importance to the main character, showing just how much they’re needed for the world and the people in it…Which is why it pains Luz to find out she’s indirectly responsible for some strife too.

Like most plucky protagonists, Luz goes through an angst phase, mirroring how the show started off as light-hearted only to become darker as time went by. Luz’s angst, in particular, started in “Young Blood, Old Souls,” where a bit of Luz’s wackiness remained, but she still slowly got more serious as Season Two continued. By the time we reached “Hollow Mind,” an episode that forces Luz to realize she accidentally helped BELOS, most of Luz’s silliness and optimism became fizzled out, with damn near all of it being gone by Season Three. This is due to her seeing what Belos almost accomplished and the damage that The Collector was already capable of. Luz was accidentally and unintentionally the cause of these issues, and it broke her for reasons that ARE understandable…but they’re not justifiable. You DO get why Luz blames herself for everything that happened. She prides herself on her kindness and helping others, with the idea of being a burden crushing Luz in “Separate Tides.” So, to find out that she’s accidentally responsible for Belos, it hurts her because it makes her believe she’s a burden to EVERYONE, to the point where she believes that the Boiling Isles would be better off without her. Even though we LITERALLY just established how that’s false. There are some haters and idiots out there who do like to point out how none of Luz’s friends wouldn’t have had any strife if she never came to the Isles. Except…No. They absolutely would have. I mean, do you SERIOUSLY think Belos wouldn’t have tricked anyone else? The man pulled off a genocidal scam for DECADES. He could have easily tricked somebody else to do his dirty work for a few minutes.

“But he was driven out of too many towns! No one would trust him!”

Which is why he made a false identity to fix that problem. For all we know, he could have done it sooner.

“But Luz gave him the light glyph!”

A glyph that did nothing but offer Belos a shortcut to finish a job he was already 99% done with. Besides, he could have learned it on his own or maybe even through The Collector, who already knows that glyphs are the language of the Titans. Belos’ plan would have gone forward no matter WHAT reason you bring up. And what’s weirdly interesting is Luz’s refusal to see it. Yes, Belos could have tricked ANYBODY, but it’s still LUZ that he tricked. That guilt eats away at her and I’m kind of glad it’s not entirely resolved by the series finale. Don’t get me wrong, I want my favorite character to live the happiest life imaginable, but there’s a sense of realism that, even though she killed Belos, there’s still a bit of guilt. It’s hinted that it sticks with her years later, as she missed birthdays just so she could help rebuild the Isles. Although, that doesn’t stop Luz from living her life. She still hangs out with friends, joins her school’s softball/baseball team, and goes out with her family. Luz’s guilt is a lot like that scar above her eye. It’ll be small and hardly noticeable on some days, but it’ll still be there, as a reminder that life isn’t a fantasy.

It’s pretty ironic that Luz escaped to a fantasy world to avoid Reality Check Camp, only to get a reality check anyway. Everytime Luz tries to apply her favorite book series or pop culture to a problem she and her friends face, it always goes wrong. Within the second episode of the series, Luz learns quickly that she’s not some chosen one predestined for greatness…I mean, she kind of is, but not in a way most fantasy stories tend to play it. Luz quickly learns that her coming to the Boiling Isles was an accident, and that the environment she’s forced to adjust to isn’t as pretty as it is in her books. Things are difficult and solutions are complicated with there being no easy answers. Luz learns this throughout her adventures and grows to understand that being a witch like Azura isn’t simple. Luz even goes through a sort of identity crisis, now realizing that her dream to be a witch was always a little too vague and that she has no idea what she wants in life after the adventure’s over. It’s a compelling aspect to her character to have Luz realize that she’s not your average protagonist. So many of us want to be the main character of the world’s story, when we should realize that job would be extraordinarily difficult. Luz learned that the hard way after experiencing pain, suffering, and literal death that will haunt her nightmares for life. I wouldn’t call Luz a cautionary tale of what happens when you continue to live in a fantasy. That’s more like Marcy from Amphbia. Instead, I’d say Luz is more of a representation of a character understanding the cruelness of reality, but through a fantasy setting. We all learn best through the things that interest us, and Luz is no different. And that’s one of the MANY reasons to love her.

I could go on and on about how much I adore Luz alone. And probably would if this thing wasn’t THIRTY-THREE PAGES LONG! And you can’t blame me. She’s my favorite protagonist in anything, and is definitely up there as one of my favorite fictional characters. There might be problems with her character, but I’m more than willing to overlook them because of how much I enjoy Luz and the journey she went on. She is flawless in my eyes, and I will never look at her in a negative light no matter who tries to make me.

And that’s it. That’s EVERY IMPORTANT CHARACTER in The Owl House…My goodness.

As you can probably tell, there’s a LOT of characters here. One could argue too many, as it becomes evident that a few of them could be better if the show had more time to let some of them grow. Unfortunately, we don’t live in a world where The Owl House had three full seasons and all the time in the world to let all its characters blossom into their beautiful selves. But with that said, there aren’t any characters in the show that I’m willing to call bad.

Okay, Tibbles is still inadequate, but he’s still not the worst. None of them are. If any character is lower than the other, it’s due to them being unable to compare to the rest of the show’s standard. Because The Owl House managed to have an expansive cast of lovable, endearing, and complex characters, with a lot of them worth a deep-dive analysis of their own. I can’t get enough of them and they will stick with me for a while.

But as great as these characters are…how well do they work TOGETHER?

Tune into part two, and I might just tell you.

Next part

[trashlama]

Ok hear me out Yandere redson and Mei poly /team up hcs please 🙏who both fallen for macaque female apprentice ~

Mei fights her seeing as macaque fighting monkey king , which leads to MK fighting her future darling it was only when reader makes shadow clones to trap MK , that’s when Mei gets involved. 

It would have been fine if the reader didn’t have such a flirty attitude, who likes to praise Mei even when Mei sword was near her throat. 

Before Mei could do anything , reader disappeared into the shadow realm 

For Red son , I can see him teaming up with her since MK is there enemy , with his brain and her brawn , MK and his friends will be finished in no time . (Reader teamed up with his , for sine reason her mentor disappeared and she thinking rid of MK and his friends will make him praise her ) 

He did not expect reader to be so smooth and honestly praises his inventions even saying he’s amazing . 

There were so close yet MK still won , Red son thought she was gonna leave him only for her to teleport him and her to her hideout to heal his wounds before sending him back home ,not before giving him a flirty remark . 

After that an obsession grow for Red son 

While Mei she gains a guilty crush that got worse when reader decide to keep her company since MK been busy Lately, She knows she should hate it but she been feeling lonely and when reader not being flirty she can be nice even winning Mei a dragon plushie at a fair . 

What made her snap was realising Red son fallen for her darling , but seeing how there got along greatly if there difference aside , there decided to team up to make reader theirs . 

My dude —deep inhale of air— would it be alright if I made this into like a two possibly three shot series?

I love the idea and I've been brainstorming tons of ideas for this one and in each scenario I'm like damn this idea is so good. I really want to do it justice so I need to have multiple chapters. Ya know? To build the tension and really get a feel of the mindsets and what not.

However—

(SORRY THIS TURNS INTO A LITTLE AUTHOR'S NOTE)

As you guys are aware I have to seriously start working on this future Yan Raph fic of mine... . It's Ironic but, I reeaally want to start writing the future yan Mikey part. Mostly because I basically have that one planned out in my head. Meanwhile I got like five different possible scenarios for the Raph fic that I can't decide on. Though a few months ago I had said I was gonna do the Raph one first so to keep my word I plan to do so.

However SOMEBODY (an anon) had requested a future Yan Michelangelo fic and I'm like brooooo were you reading my thoughts? Cause they were somewhat close to what I had in mind but not quite. But the point is I need to write the Raph fic soooonn!!!

Gotta appease the masses~✨

Though guys I'm a bad Trashlama. I keep brainstorming all these awesome plots that I totally want to write— which ironically were formulated when I was brainstorming for the Raph fic.

Soooo I'm gonna do a poll so I can force my procrastinating/ADHD ass to write at least some of these.

And guys btw I'm sorry again for taking so long. I've been caught up recently with finishing a lot of other things I had been procrastinating. -Cough- Hogwarts Legacy -Cough- Spider-Man Across the Spider-verse -Cough- Adult responsibilities -Cough- -Cough-!!!

Anyways thank you guys again for sticking around to the end. I'll have that poll out soon(probably today).

HERE'S THE POLL

In the mean time here's some memes!

Sorry this is long↓ I don't own these memes. I've never claimed to do so. I just come across them on Pinterest when I'm on break at work and think they're funny so I like to share them. If I mistakenly put one on here that I shouldn't have please let me know! I like to respect people's wishes. And if you could add the creator names too that would be great so the same mistake isn't made twice. Sorry for the inconvenience that my sharing may cause. I hope you have a good day.

[gaybananabread]

Its been a rough few weeks, but I'm alive. I'm slowly going back through all my old fandoms, and right now it's MHA's turn. I love the KiriBaku pairing, platonic or not, so take this either way! I'm gonna split it into two parts, or else this is gonna be long as hell.

(Part 2)

Lee: Bakugo

Lers: Midoriya, Ojiro, Todoroki

Summary: 1A is competing to see who gets dish duty for the month. When it comes down to Bakugo and Kiri, they choose an interesting final challenge.

Warnings: swearing (it's Bakugo). This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!

The 1A dorms were always chaotic, especially when it came to competition. Every month, the class competes to see which half of the students are on dish duty for the month. It had been intense, with betrayals, twists, and a sprained wrist. By evening, everyone had finished competing.

Everyone except Bakugo and Kirishima.

The two had been at it all day, neck and neck in every contest, trivia, workout and test. Even after twenty separate events, the two were still tied. Most of the class had gone already, homework and comfy beds calling their names. Only Midoriya, Todoroki and Ojiro were still watching.

They were currently in a handstand contest, three minutes in. They were both shaky and tired, the other events draining their stamina. The others thought it would finally be the end of this silly conflict.

At three minutes and thirty-two seconds, Kirishima's arm gave out, and Bakugo toppled backwards. They landed at the same time. Their classmates were less than thrilled.

"ANOTHER TIE?!"

Todo put his head in his hands, groaning. Modoriya started mumbling about the near impossible odds of another tie. Ojiro screamed into his tail.

The pair on the ground just glared at eachother. There wasn't much heat behind them, but it was more than annoying to keep tieing eachother.

Kiri smacked a hand on his face. "Dude. HOW did we fall together!"

Katsuki huffed. "You're a fuckin' copy cat."

Kiri poked his side, making him flinch away and swat his hand. A new contest idea clicked. Something he knew they wouldn't tie in. He stood up, grabbing Baku's hand. "What if we did a tickling endurance thing?"

The blonde's face lit up red, tugging at his hand. Kiri kept his grip. He poked Bakugo's side again, nodding as he flinched, seemly saying 'See? This could work!'.

His classmates agreed, much too tired and sick of the repetitive ties to care. Bakugo obviously protested the idea.

"Seriously? That's gotta be the dumbest idea tonight!" Lucky for everyone, Eijiro knows how the explosion user works.

He puffed his chest in mock pride, hoping to play to Bakugo's more competitive side. "I guess you're right. I mean, who would actually be able to do that? I'd probably loose in 5 seconds." And, as planned, he took it hook, line and sinker.

"Ha! I'll kick your ass! Game on, Shitty Hair!" He had his signature smirk on, eyes haughty and determined. Kirishima smiled, cracking his knuckles. Works every time.

Their friends huddled together. Once finished, Midoriya stepped out, laying the ground rules. "Okay then. You can't tickle eachother. One would be too tired when it's his turn to tickle the other. The three of us will test you at the same time. Safeword is 'Plus Ultra'. Whoever goes the longest without saying it wins."

Kiri was a little worried. He was kinda betting on the whole 'wear him out' thing. He can still win. Probably.

They flip a coin to see who goes first. Bakugo picked heads, Kirishima on tails. Kiri held his breath, his fate in the hands of a quarter. With a smack, Deku snatched the coin from the air. Opening his hands, the tails face greeted him. He let out a sigh of relief. Bakugo would go first.

They had the explosion boy sit in a chair, Ojiro offering to hold his arms up. Todoroki was on lower body, Midoriya on midsection, and Ojiro had free reign of what he could reach. Holding the timer, Deku gave a countdown.

"3, 2, 1..."

"Start!"

Initially, the blonde tried holding in his reaction. For about seven seconds, he kept it in. Then Ojiro remembered he had a really fuzzy tail to weaponize. He slid the fluffy tail end under his shirt, twitching it about on his torso.

Small titters escaped the explosion user. Ojiro went at it with his tail while the other boys tried their best to crack him.

Todoroki was surprisingly good at tickling. True, he was tentative, but he somehow knew exactly how to wreck the blonde's shit. He poked, pinched, squeezed, and skittered across his legs and thighs. He even took off his combat boots to get his feet.

Giggles began to spill out. It wasn't a huge reaction, but they were getting there. Bakugo cursed, trying to keep his laughter in.

The greenette was exploring Bakugo's midsection. He already knew where to go, but why finish it so quickly? He scribbled on his belly, pinched and poked his sides, squeezed hips, everything he could to wear him down. Finally, Deku pinched the spot right above his ribcage.

Bakugo broke.

"GAHA! DeheHEHEkuhu! FUHUHUCK OHhohoff!" Bakugo tugged at his arms, trying to stop the tickling without giving in. Ojiro held strong, keeping the boy's arms above his spiky head. Nearby, Kiri squirmed, knowing his turn was next.

Midoriya didn't let up. He stayed on the blonde's death spot, pinching and poking and prodding. The others followed his example, keeping up their torment. Todoroki was pinching his thighs. Ojiro had his tail brushing on his neck. His laughter was pitchy, all the spots combined driving him up the wall.

Bakugo tossed his head back and forth, trying to shake off the intense tickles. It didn't work, and really only made Ojiro's tail tickle more. He cursed and continued his pitchy laughter.

Damn, he wasn't expecting them to actually be good at this! Okay, maybe Deku, but the other two?! I mean, it's half-and-half! He was genuinely shocked, and starting to reach his limit...

Ojiro looked down at Bakugo's face. It was nice to see his grumpy, explosive classmate laugh like this. Plus, revenge bonus. He looked down at his neck, and got an idea. A cruel idea. A tickley, unfair, wonderful idea.

Ojiro moved his tail to the other side, leaned down, and blew an enormous raspberry on the blonde's neck.

Bakugo squealed.

That was so not fair! He jerked his head, unable to do anything. Both sides of his neck were being tickled, meaning if he blocked one side the other got worse, and vice versa.

The others looked at him, smirking. None of them were expecting that, but it was a pleasant surprise. They were relentless, giving everything they had to crack the explosion user.

It was too much. Reluctantly, the blonde called out the safe words. "PLUHUHUS UHULTRAHA!"

All three boys immediately stopped, backing off as Midoriya stopped the stopwatch. Bakugo curled in on himself, rubbing his neck. His face was flushed, and he looked... well, imagine a giant, ferocious tiger after catnip. It was adorable, but a bit unsettling.

Deku put a hand on his shoulder. "Nice job! You got 7 minutes and 26 seconds!" He shrugged off the hand, regaining his breath.

After a minute, he turned, and with an evil look in his eyes, he pointed to Kirishima.

"Your turn, Shitty Hair."

[sinisterexaggerator]

Can you please write more Hondo?

Finish what you start

Hondo Ohnaka x Fem! Reader

Summary: Hondo Ohnaka catches you pleasuring yourself in his absence.

Word count: 3k+

Warnings: Masturbation, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, pining, blowjobs.

Notes: I wrote a fanfic like this for Shriv Suurgav and decided I wanted to try the same scenario for Hondo. Cad Bane may be next! Let's make it a series! ;D Shoutout to @allsystemsblue and @downrightembarassing for cheering me on and letting me bounce ideas off them - we all agree Hondo smells fabulous and practices good hygiene.

*This will probably be the last time I can post a fic before moving, but I have another Hondo one shot in the works - stay tuned! ;D

P.S.: I POSTED THIS FROM BATUU (Yes, I waited. I’m literally in line for Smuggler’s Run this very minute and they are talking about Hondo on the comm. 😭😭)

For once, you were bored. Florrum was all fun and games until the ringmaster of this circus abandoned his big top - Hondo Ohnaka had left you stranded by your lonesome in his lair with some dozen Weequay whose names you could not recall. You wandered its dingy corridors, dined on its sumptuous and delicious foods, drank of its rare and expensive beverages, and even sampled the more local fare – the green ooze known as “pirate’s brew” was an acquired taste and your palate preferred lush, full-bodied wine. Luckily for you, there was plenty to go around and then some, yet Ohnaka’s men did not seem all too pleased that you were there.

However, this did not bother you, going so far as to stick your tongue out in disrespect to one burly pirate who would not stop giving you the stink-eye. You were immune, as Hondo had long ago instructed them to give you anything your heart desired, one additional rule being that no harm should come to you as long as you resided within these halls.

Still, that did not mean it was their job to entertain you – that was Hondo’s area of expertise – and currently your jester king had decided it was best to leave you in the dark on his present whereabouts.

No doubt his exploits were dangerous and full of thrills. You were a mite jealous, wondering if one day he might take you along, or, if  on another day he might simply tire of you. He was a fickle lord, and you were his lady  - at least for now, and you were well aware your good fortune might come to a hasty end.

But, in that moment, you found yourself to be missing him. Hondo had been gone two days already and no other being on this dust ball of a planet wanted to give you the time of day.

After imbibing more than your fair share of drink for the evening, you retreated to your quarters – Hondo’s quarters – desiring nothing more than to be held tightly in his arms. You sighed deeply, knowing that you were not to get your way.

As your inebriation caught up to you, you sashayed forward, though the scourge of the galaxy was not here to watch you sway your hips. You fell face first onto the bed for the sake of playing into your own imaginary holodrama; you guessed you must appear to his crew like a forsaken hound waiting for its master to return.

Oh, but that is when you caught his scent, the Weequay’s sweet-smelling pheromones mingling with his cologne. The man was a fop for lack of a better word, his personal hygiene at the top of his priorities list. You were thankful for it; he smelled like dreams made of candy, dark undertones of something more sultry and seductive comingling together with sugar and spice, though you could never put your finger on what exactly it was he liked to wear.

You took a deep inhalation, burying your nose in the blankets and sheets beneath you as you let a dejected noise escape, wishing so badly that it was his crimson coat beneath your groping hands and not his ornate coverlet. Still, even in his absence, his heavenly aroma had roused within you a sleeping giant, one that demanded to be attended to – a sudden, all-encompassing lust that you were afraid would not be quieted lest you do something to ward it off.

But you could not pry yourself free of your plush prison, doomed by the provocative fragrance that had already flooded your nostrils. You flipped your body over to stare at the ceiling, all thoughts replaced by your truant pirate king. His toothy golden smile, the butter smooth intonations of his voice – it was the auditory equivalent of velvet, those sweet nothings he whispered in your ear enough to set your loins on fire.

Just thinking about it had already prompted your body to react as if preparing itself for the man’s admittance. You groaned at your desperation for him, somewhere between annoyed at yourself and in dire need of his patented affections. Instead, you took to hiking up your skirt, your own fingers sliding beneath the hem of your panties -  you were honestly surprised with how wet you already were.

You cursed his name as your writhed gently atop his luxurious bed, not bothering to even lock the door, though you were sure no one would dare disturb you - not that they cared to, anyway; you were positive the rest of Hondo’s men preferred it when you kept to yourself.

You gently massaged your clit, taking your time with yourself, mind focused on the idea of Hondo mounting you, his cock so unbelievably flawless you wished he was there to ram it inside you. He would do anything you asked; he would give it to you any way you might be keen to try, for Ohnaka was not one to skimp on lovemaking as he liked to call it.

You giggled to yourself before it turned into a moan; you were so entranced with your daydreaming that you did not hear the door slide open or the act of your beloved sitting himself down in a chair that was located just adjacent to the bed. Had you noticed, you would have seen the grin etched onto his striated face, Hondo settling in by way of a leg tossed casually over one of the chair’s two arms.

With eyes closed, you bit into your lip, turning your head in your self-sought pleasure to make yourself more comfortable. As you opened them once more you gasped, though you made no other sudden movements, having been caught red-handed by the scoundrel as he carefully scrutinized you with slanted, stormy greys.

“Please, continue,” he stated nonchalantly, though his mood was difficult to determine by his tone.

With your mouth open in shock, you simply stared at him; that was his cue to lean ever so slightly forward, Hondo’s eyes gleaming from beneath rectangular cuts of transparisteel as the grin he wore coiled into something a tad more lascivious.

“What are you tinking about?” he questioned, quickly followed by another query. “Es et me?” Then, he answered himself on the next beat, even as you continued to gaze straight through his goggles into slatey irises. “Of course et es.”

You moved to rise, barely lifting your neck before Hondo interjected a command: “Ap-ap-ap! Stay right dere, my dear. You must finish what you started.”

You gave him your best pout, but he was not convinced to interfere, motioning with a dismissive wave of one hand for you to proceed with touching yourself as he stayed seated before you. Observing that you chose to remain immobile, he had an idea.

“Let me add some reality tu dis fantasy of yours,” he quipped, rising to turn on some music that he favored.

The man began to dance, removing his signature coat one sleeve at a time for it to be tossed haphazardly onto the back of his chair. It was obvious he was making a show of it, putting no real effort into the act of being seductive, though his hands traveled the expanse of his own torso, waist, and hips before he sillily flipped his braids over the edges of his shoulders.

You couldn’t help but to laugh as you kept laying there, Hondo halting his performance abruptly to press a hand to the center of his chest. He scoffed, asking you something in a tone indicative of offense, yet you were sure he was only kidding: “You dare laugh at me? Am I not sexy tu you?”

Your giggling paused, Hondo walking away from you and back toward the seat he had vacated earlier. “Den you entertain me,” he said with finality.

Your lips trembled; he was always so hard to read, the pirate’s true nature still a mystery to you. Presently, you kept your gaze trained on the man as you cried a pathetic sound of longing. He was not impressed, that one leg kicking itself back up as he idly stroked the frills along his jowls.

“Come, my love,” he encouraged you with a sudden change in his disposition, his somewhat confusing demeanor melting away as it was replaced with something softer and more genteel. “Touch yourself for Hondo.”

That was all it took, at once your body’s arousal rekindling as you began to fondle the little nub between your legs.

“Yes, yes, just like dat, little one,” he complimented, his words urging you to refocus your attention.

He watched you for a time, Hondo’s own carnality easily being activated by the study of just how you chose to caress your little cluster of nerve-endings; they were housed between flower petals of flesh and blood, the pirate beginning to feel a twitch down below his beltline.

“Now, imagine my fingers gently exploring de curve of your waist, de … soft tissue of your breasts, hm? Maybe my tongue would like tu explore as well, ah?” he crooned, his voice low and licentious.

The pirate was deliberately working you, even as his own hand came to rest against the outside of his trousers. His cock jumped at the first sign of acknowledgement, as if just as greedy as the minx upon his bed to be stroked and coddled, which was not out of the realm of possibility.

You quivered on his lavish sheets, the fodder with which he was feeding your depravity effortlessly invading your mind’s eye. How you wished he would just shut up and actually touch you, yet you stopped yourself from voicing your sentiments out loud.

“Maybe et would like tu work at suckling dose exquisite tits,” he mused. “Or perhaps et would like tu very, very slowly invade your mouth for a most warm and wet kiss.” He punctuated the last word of his sentence just so, his statement having a questioning lilt, as if he were also curious what he might do should he allow himself access to your pleasing form.

“Hm, yes-” he started, his tone turning a shade darker, “-et might swirl and flitter with yours, plunging far, far down your throat, so deep dat you will never forget de feeling.”

His teasing sent shivers up your arms and down your legs, radiating outward from your core as you wriggled like a pinned insect among folds of deluxe bedding, your body aching for release.

You were so lost in his dirty talk that you failed to notice Hondo unbuckling his belt; it was emblazed with the symbol of his gang, though for now it lay slack to either side as he carefully unbuttoned his trousers to remove his cock from its cloth imprisonment.

“Ah, but remember, I will not be satisfied with just. one. taste,” Hondo reminded you, his long, ring-bedecked fingers beginning to caress the length of his prick as he settled more snugly in his seat.

“I would trade en lips above for lips below,” he whispered throatily, his words a deep rumbling in his chest. The pirate began seeking his own high, eyelids drifting to half-mast as he leisurely thumbed the head of his hardened cock.

Your teeth returned to tug at plump flesh as you ever so slightly quickened your pace, the increasing friction of your fingertips gliding vertically over your throbbing bud causing you to expel a pitiful mewl. You looked over to your king, at once whining your disapproval – you wanted to be the one handling his cock.

Still, the sight only aroused you further, but not as much as the next few utterances that passed beyond the witty thief’s gilded teeth.

“My tongue tracing de folds of your cunt - and ah - you are already so wet, aren’t you?” he asked, though he had not expected any sort of answer from you.

You gave him one anyway, breathing out an airy “yes” which he ignored, but a discerning eye could see the hint of a smirk smugly twitching at the corner of his thin-lipped mouth.

“Et sweeps across your slit, delving inside you. Maybe et tickles, but ah, et feels so good.” He placed his hand more succinctly around his girth, beginning to pump himself by way of an enclosed fist, Hondo deciding to take part in this daydream to the fullest extent.

“Mm, but I pay de most attention tu de little button dat resides at de tippy-tip-top. Dat es your favorite part,” he mused, the visual aid of him eating you out causing you to whine in yearning as you fretted all by your lonesome on his bed.

“I would flick-flick-flick your clit with de utmost precision and care,” he assured you, “lapping up every. bit. of pleasure you so graciously proffer me.” He hummed to himself for a moment, relishing the perfect speed at which he had taken to addressing his own needs.

“Den I would suck et between my lips, continuing tu dine on you as if you were a delicious meal I must consume. And my dear, you are,” he confirmed, as if there had ever been any doubt.

You moaned again as you were close to the brink, your constant rubbing in addition to Hondo’s narration of your masturbation session nearly having worked its magic. You kept your gaze trained on the man and his decidedly pretty dick, pining for it to be snug within your walls. It was as if the scoundrel read your mind, picking up his tale where your imagination had left off.

“Now dat you are so very ready for me, darling, I would take de plunge. Oh, and you take et, so, so well. Every inch es so satisfying, hm?” He subsequently snickered, peering at you from across the way with drowsy eyes.

“Your desire for me es practically palpable, little bird,” he announced despite it being obvious, yet your thoughts did not wander far from the imagery he had placed inside your head even as he playfully derided you.

Hondo picked up his tempo, palming the full breadth of his cock as he envisioned himself steeping his stout prick in and out of you, your depths warm and slippery with your excess.

You had sulkily frowned in agreement, your breath quickening as you approached the edge of your orgasm. Nearly there, your hips gently bucked beneath the soft fabric of your dress, your heart anxious for the pirate to stop narrating and start fucking you until you couldn’t walk straight.

Instead, you were left to your own devices, Hondo apparently close as well as his storytelling capabilities were dwindling, though he still had sense and wits enough about him to weave the next bit of his risqué yarn.

“So slow at first, just a steady en and out, like de ebb and flow of an ocean on some distant, watery planet.” 

“Mmn, mhmm,” was all you had the capacity to say in return.

“I hit all de right angles, for I always do. And you know dis,” he confirmed. “Back and forth, deeper and longer strokes, all de while my deft fingers massage your pretty pearl.”

He beamed at you, his smile brighter than the highly charged particles dispelled at lightspeed off the backs of ion engines, though you were only half cognizant by now of your surroundings.

“And den,” he added simply, “you will cum for me.”

The low notes spoken in that deep baritone, the glint in his glacial grey eyes behind his ever present goggles – you unraveled at the seams as Hondo praised your obedience to his surprisingly well-timed command.

“What a good girl you are,” he concluded.

Delectable mewls escaped your lips in intervals, the air stored inside your lungs expelled in spurts along with them; your hips gyrated gingerly in place of their own volition as you rode the wave of pleasure to its end.

Hondo all the while studied you as he unabashedly continued to guide himself toward the finish line, using the beautiful visual before him to assist him in this process. Then, the Weequay hummed once more; it was a little melody you did not recognize and meant for no one but himself.

You relaxed for all but ten seconds, feeling your own body lose its tension as the breathing of your lover increased its rapidity and fervor; he was about to climax — you refused to let him, not without your aid — you would be damned if you didn’t have your way.

He had his, after all.

You sat up straight, gathering the edges of your skirt so as not to trip as you launched yourself theatrically forward. You tumbled purposefully onto your knees, though making an effort not to bruise yourself, the pirate’s askant eyes expanding before instantaneously contracting. Gold teeth were exposed as he eagerly watched you collect his cock, his upper lip curling outward to add a smidge of something villainous to his expression.

Oh, but it quickly faded from his handsome face as you imbibed his member to the base of its shaft, your tongue running semicircles around raised ribs before you puckered your cheeks to suck greedily to your heart’s content. You sighed languorously at the feeling of it brushing against the back of your throat, murmuring a happy sound as you knew he would not last long.

Hondo’s breath hitched in his lungs before he lifted one hand to fiddle with your hair, mind clouded with buzzing thoughts as he tried to get a handle on his speech.

“So eager,” he muttered, tenderly tracing the curve of your cheek with the back of his index finger. Thick quadriceps tightened, overall the Weequay’s muscles clenching before your mouth finally received the prize it sought.

Hondo’s body slowly unwound itself, decompressing with every pump of semen that shot to the back of your throat, lithe digits remaining to lovingly pet your locks as he gazed down into your eyes — you were staring up at him as you guzzled every last drop he had to give, your muscles working overtime to usher his ejaculate down into your belly for safekeeping.

“And so very thirsty,” he purred, dick still sporadically lurching as you drained him dry. He was not one to tap out, but you were capable of detecting when the man was spent. You skimmed the head of his cock with your tongue for good measure, licking up any that had managed to dribble down.

“You. are. magnificent,” Hondo extolled, failing at first to regain his equilibrium. However, he was not exactly in a hurry, more than willing to sit here a while longer than anticipated.

“You left me,” you puled, kissing the mushroom tip of his alien phallus before you laid it to rest against his spreadeagled thighs. You kissed those, too, fingers traveling over what felt like solid rock, pouting as the pirate gently lifted up both your hands to cradle between his own.

“And for good reason!” Hondo declared with renewed vigor, planting his lips against the center of your palm. Then, he released you, moving to adjust his genitals and to refasten his pants.

“Come, let me tell you a story over a proper drink-” he chuckled, “-see if we can curtail dat insatiable thirst of yours, my dear.”

You accepted his invitation, more than thrilled to keep him company, and, if you played your cards right, you were sure you could convince him for another round – drinks or otherwise.

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Reblogs / comments / likes appreciated!

Masterlist

Hondo masterlist

[psylunari]

For the ship ask game: kunikidazai, suegiku, atsulucy

NOTE: the post will be long as heck. I'll keep reblogging for every ship addition till I finish.

I'll preface this by saying, yes! I do ship all of these!

Kunikidazai

(nervous chuckle) buckle up, buttercup.

1. What made you ship it?

TL;DR: ironically enough, writing it made them take over my brain.

Mid-tier answer: It wasn't one specific thing. I watched the show and had 1 (one) plot bunny one year later (my most-read BSD fic). I was writing a MHA OC/canon thing at the time. While passionate about that OC/canon, it was a difficult fic, and I put it on hold.

Writing that knkdz fic proved itself easier. It was flowing. It forced me into a deep dive in their dynamic. The result is what you see.

Long answer: it took me 10+ years in fandom (legit) to like m/m ships. So it's kinda hard?? To watch things with m/m tinted glasses. AKA deliberately looking for m/m chemistry, or interpreting it always that way, or making it up in my head if I can't find it. If I come across a ship, I came across a ship. And I'm the same for any ship.

During my first watch of bongo straycats, I didn't ship much of anything. I looked at those two and went, “yeah, they're haha funny, if I were to ship something it'd probably be this”. I was done with the three seasons out, then, I “forgot” BSD.

I mean. Not that I forgot. I was in-between fandom phases with other stuff. So I didn't pay “the popular ships” much mind. They were there. A thing that existed. I didn't care for them.

Then it went like:

“Hey, I could use some change in my life, lemme style my hair like this anime twink.” “Fic idea for haha funny ship. What if instead of disappearing to commit the die, the anime twink was sick and didn't tell anyone?” ?????? “It is a CRIME that THIS dynamic is on the unpopular side, I'm declaring myself in knkdz hell till further notice and will do something about it.”

2. What are your favorite things about the ship?

TL;DR: they are multifaceted, their relationship is a deep rabbit hole of symbolism, and a blast to write about.

Superficial answer: complementary personalities + look good together + attractive + hilarious banter + suspicious moments + annoyances to lovers.

Heartfelt answer: I look at them from a complete perspective. Never one without the other, never caricatures of themselves. There's the caring domestic side, the dumb disagreements, the synergy and mutual respect, the defiance of internal values, the angst past and present… They are complex. The more you dig, the more you find. It's entertaining. It made the brain go brrrrr.

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

It isn't often I come across interpretations I disagree with. Dedicated knkdz shippers and I are mostly in the same wavelength. My unpopular opinion, however, boils down to “I interpret both as some flavor of bisexual, not gay” and “mischaracterization”.

Will elaborate on the latter.

On Kunikida: headcanon as the fandom might, IMO, this guy isn't confident about love and sex. Let alone super liberated.

Picture this. Inexperienced + perfectionist + “dear diary, today I dreamt of my perfect wife” + “do girls not like me because I'm a nerd?” = pretty romantic, huh? And out of touch with reality.

Don't get me wrong. He does have carnal desires or kinks, I feel. I see him as shy and easy to fluster in the beginning. He takes time to relax and do his thing, being his own biggest critic.

On Dazai: he isn't helpless and definitely has an edge. I have a catboy agenda to set. Think like a cat's claws. Can and will scratch if unhappy, they're part of him, do not declaw the catboy. The feetsies are soft and adorable. They're also a part of him.

In the love aspect: when he LIKES someone, Dazai goes “brain.exe has stopped working” and does/says the stupidest shit. I think he orbits them out of no idea how to deal with it. Staying in the same space, wanting closure, not asking for it. Literal cat behavior again.

Now, in sex matters, he's shameless for… the most part. Not vulnerable all the time. He can flirt when it's for meaningless flings. What IMO WOULD make him cry is emotional stuff. Which may be tied to a sexual moment. Just not necessarily.

[lume-nosity]

coldest front, warmest heart

violet evergarden!gn!reader x xiao

an: i’ve been brainrotting about this idea for quite some time. violet and xiao should meet, because they are literally the same but in different fonts. if only that can be a reality,, on another note, the song inspo can be used as background music to read this because i had fun listening to it while writing this. AND AFTER ALL THIS TIME I FINALLY FINISHED THIS IDEA!! ONE W FOR ME AND ONE L FOR PROCRASTINATION (and if this flops then that’s two L’s for me)

style: fluff

song inspo: never coming back (violet evergarden ost)

notes: gender neutral reader, kinda rushed because tumblr was mean to me, comfort fic basically, spoilers for violet evergarden & possibly the liyue archon quest, implemented self-care reminders, not proofread, reader is blue while xiao is green, can be perceived as romantic or platonic, weirdly formatted/written probably because i haven’t written in a bit, written in semi-hc form, mentions of war (both violet + xiao), ooc violet possibly because it’s been 2-3 years last time i’ve watched it, takes place after xiao’s latest appearance

reblogs are appreciated!

[name] and xiao talk about their times during war. they both fought for something, and would most likely be open about their experiences since they have something in common (but it took a long time for xiao to be open about it though)

and the idea of [name] losing major gilbert during the struggle and xiao being saved by morax (or rex lapis?? idk i’ll refer to him as morax) are contrasting opposites of what of who they lost but they’re both one in the same.

xiao comforting [name] because of that… oh, and he also talked about them making a contract with morax just so they can defend liyue together,,, that’d be nice. oh yes and [name] was down no questions asked, you know it.

they don’t know much about love either. (wow what a surprise) because one time [name] asked him: ‘sir xiao, what is love?’ (baby don’t hurt me) and he’s like: ‘why are you asking me that?’

…...

he looked away from them, crossed his arms, and went: ‘i don’t have enough knowledge in that area to answer your question.’

‘….and don’t address me that way. just call me xiao.’

[name] being overly obedient & hardworking does perplex xiao, especially with their military etiquette. (the saluting thing and all that) there’s even times where he had to tell [name] to stop saluting to him, morax, and everyone else they meet. he thinks it’s unnecessary to do it. (he’s even a little embarrassed too)

as much as xiao works hard to defend liyue’s borders, he thinks [name] is pushing it. because he saw just how determined they are that they don’t stop to take a breather or a break. so he confronted them about it.

‘don’t you think you’re overexerting yourself to the brink of exhaustion?’

‘oh, it’s not a problem.’ no, it’s most definitely a problem. in secret, xiao was completing whatever tasks [name] had to do.

once [name] found out they didn’t have anything to do, they were quite confused. so then they had to go up to xiao and ask if there’s anything they have to do. well, xiao took this opportunity to tell them an ‘order.’ (an order of taking care one’s well-being that is)

‘rest for the day.’ pretty straightforward, but [name] seemed to do it without arguing. because it sounded like an order to them.

xiao offered to share his almond tofu to them but as expected, [name] is stubborn and waved their hand dismissively. but xiao’s not having it.

‘you must eat. mortals need to consume nutrients in order to strengthen their energy.’

he pushed his dish towards [name] ‘and you need this more than me.’

[name] was unfazed, but they perceived his words as an order. so they took the plate and started eating. no words were said after that.

okay tumblr is being rude to me so i’m going to write one last scenario here to finish this with a bang.

[name] leaning against the balcony of wangshu inn with xiao, staring off into the horizon, and letting the wind flow through their bodies in complete silence.

it was a comfortable silence, but xiao decided to break the silence. ‘…[name]? may i speak with you for a moment?’

[name] immediately pushed themself off of the railing and turned to face xiao.

‘yes, what seems to be the problem-‘

xiao hugged [name]. (yes, yes he did.) he may dislike physical contact and would prefer to not get himself involved with such a thing, but considering the hard work [name] had done he was sure they might need something like this. even if it’s out of his comfort zone.

‘for a mortal as persistent and obedient as yourself, you should be more attentive to your own needs.’

[name] didn’t return the hug, as they were slowly processing the sudden action. but xiao continued to speak.

‘i understand how… resolute, you are, with any and every order that comes to your attention. however..’

xiao tightened the hug a little, but not enough to hurt them.

‘you have to come to terms with having the freedom to decide for yourself. as well as taking frequent breaks should you need them. to see you work so hard without anything in return.. i despise it greatly. i was once told these words by morax when i was like you, so it’d be appropriate for me to send his words to you as well.’

[name] stayed silent, but they’re still listening to each and every word that comes out of xiao’s mouth. it seems as if they couldn’t find the right words to respond, rather, they’re fine with listening. instead of denying xiao, they stayed put and listened.

‘..so do me a favor to take these words into account, okay?’

[name] is still silent, but they slowly moved their arms to wrap themselves around xiao to return the hug. it may have surprised xiao a little, but not to the point he was visibly taken aback. because of this gesture, he gently rubbed circles around their back.

‘…i will, thank you.’

[lockem]

HIII LOVE!! ok so I’ve been in dire need of some overwatch fics I have so many ideas but one rly stands out for me could you do Moira x Fem reader or non binary if you prefer, where reader is slowly falling into a sort of “depression” state because of moiras neglect for them over her work ? Maybe ending in mega fluff lol I appreciate and adore your writing (if you ever are itching to write message me I come up with prompts out of my ass lol)

Moira x Reader

I tried my best, I didn't want to put a specific gender for the reader so anyone can enjoy it!! Hope you like it!!

angst !! +comfort ?

“Do you really care about me? or was that just another one of your lies Moira?” _

She keeps reassuring you, that once her work finally clears up that she’ll make it up to you. But that never happened now did it? Every time you ask her to spend time together or atleast take a break, she always makes such empty promises.

“Not now darling, I’m busy. Gabriel wants this done before the end of the week. I promise that I’ll make it up to you” 

“After this, we can continue that little show you always watch.”

Every single time, and yet here you are holed up in a small room, with only the sounds from the tv whispering. You’d miss how you and Moira would spend time together, how you’d go on little dates, or hold eachother and whisper sweet nothings as you’d fall asleep together. But that had been months ago, Moira always making excuses, distancing herself from you while she drowns herself in more and more experiments. 

An icky feeling in the back of your head forming, “What if she’s grown tired of me. What if she’d replace me with one of her subordinates? That cute assistant? Or what if she really hates me now. She’s always said she isn’t one for affection— what if—” 

What a foolish feeling. Sounds like something Moira would say, it just hurts to think about. So many “what ifs”, so many scenarios filling your head, “It doesn’t matter anyways, she’s probably leaving me soon, who am I to think I’d deserve to be someone like her, she’s so amazing, intelligent and beautiful.. She’ll probably choose that new assistant of hers over me—” Soft tears rolled down your cheeks, your room feels awfully cold, soft sniffles could be heard as the room lights up, the lights from the tv illuminating your tear struck face.

“Are you still watching?”

The show has finished. You couldn’t even pay attention in watching the finale, you’d been too busy, thinking about her, thinking about Moira. As you’d reach for the remote, you heard soft knocks on your door.

“Darling? Are you in there?”

Ah… Speaking of which, she’s here, outside your door, still calling you the same old name, so sweet. Hearing no answer, Moira lets herself in, gazing upon your tearstruck face.

“Darling.. Are you okay? What happened, I’m here now” she holds you, the same way she always did, with so much care, so gentle, it makes you feel like you're made of glass. Unlike her experiments, she’s always taken such good care of you. As soon as she held you in her arms, the tears began flowing, you’d miss her. She’s missed you. It’s like when she distanced herself and buried herself in work she’d broken you into pieces.

But now that she’s here, loving you as she did before, it feels like she’d put you back together. Gluing pieces of your relationship together, trying to keep it from falling apart. “I’m so sorry my dear, I know I’ve been distant for a while, I just wanted to finish everything, so I can hold you as long as I want. I am so sorry my dear, I didn’t mean to, I promise this won’t—” words cut short, shutting her up from her ramble of apologies, oh how you’d love her voice, her warmth, her presence, you missed kissing her. 

You didn’t care anymore, those jealous thoughts vanished as she held you. Moira didn’t care about her work anymore, you were here and so was she. She was going to make it up to you. So as the tv flickered off, the lights went, just the two of you together again was enough. You held each other in the dark, whispering sweet nothings into each other’s ear as you both nodded goodnight.

[sailor-aviator]

Sailor-Aviator's FAQ

Hi! Welcome to my FAQ page! Here is a list of the different questions I get asked fairly frequently or things I've had to address more than once.

✨ Can I tag you in my fics?

Did I ask to be tagged? Then no.💛

✨ Can I be added to your taglist?

I do not have a taglist. If you would like to be notified on when I post, follow my sideblog ( @sailoraviator-library ) and turn on post notifications. I will ignore requests asking to be put on a taglist from here on out.

✨ Do you have a posting schedule?

Not currently, no.

✨ Can I request something?

Yes! But please keep in mind that I might say no if I'm not interested or comfortable with the topic. Usually, I will send you over to an artist/writer who I think might be able to fulfill your request if I cannot.

✨ You haven't answered my ask/request/questions or updated my favorite story in a while. Why?

While I try to get to requests, sometimes the writing juice just isn't plentiful for an idea. Also, I'm a grown woman with a full time job, friends, family, and other hobbies/obligations outside of this blog. I travel for work which means at any given time, I'm sitting in a hotel room after multiple hours of driving. If I have time, I try to answer everything, but I also have (as of 4.9.24) 73 requests sitting in my inbox, with some from a couple of months ago. Please be patient.

✨ I want to write a story, but it's similar to yours. Is that okay?

Listen, my love, as long as it's not a complete ripoff of one of my stories, I really don't care what you write. You want to write about mermaids? Please do! You want to write about cursed pirates? Go ahead! The nature of AUs is that you are going to use similar tropes for the stories, and the nature of tropes is that you are going to have similarities to stories that use the same ones. There's only so many ways you can write a meet cute in a bar.

✨ Will you promote my fic?

I try to reblog fics I come across, and promote the ones from smaller authors as much as possible. However, that does not mean my blog is a billboard for you to promote your fics on. I was once a small time author, so I know how hard it can be to get your stuff out there. Shoving your work at me is a guaranteed way to get me to NOT read it and actively ignore it in the future.

✨ Why do you have so many WIPs (Works in Progress)? You know you probably won't finish all of those, right?

I do, and that's okay. That's the nature of writing fanfic, unfortunately. Not everything is going to get finished. You also have to understand that just because I haven't touched a story in a month or two doesn't mean it's been abandoned. The writing muses just haven't given me inspiration or motivation to write for it. I will make an announcement and take something off of my masterlist if I have decided to abandon it.

✨ What are some thing I can do to get my writing noticed?

Tag appropriately. I cannot tell you how many people are going to scroll past your writing if you tag a character fic with the actor (for example, tagging a Jake "Hangman" Seresin fic with Glen Powell). In fact, you are more likely to get yourself blocked versus someone reading your fic. Make use of the "Read More" feature on your fics. People are more likely to block you than read your fic if they have to scroll endlessly past your fics. People will find your fics by searching the appropriate tags. Just give it time.

✨ What are some things I should do when posting/writing?

Do NOT write real person fic. It's one thing to write about a character that doesn't exist, it's something else writing about a real life person who will suffer the consequences when people will inevitably mix reality with fiction. How would you feel if someone wrote a story about you where you did all of these things you'd never do?

Put appropriate trigger/content warnings above your fic. If you are going to write about sensitive topics, it is SO important that you warn people before they reach the story. Writing about losing a child, cancer, or sexual behavior? Tag it explicitely so people can filter it. Do not censor your warnings and do not use "angst" as a catch all. Allow people to protect themselves.

✨ I didn't like [insert fic here].

I literally don't care. Telling me you didn't like something instead of scrolling without a hateful comment makes you a loser, actually.

✨ Do you take non-fanfic related questions?

Yes!! I encourage them, actually! Never feel like you can't shoot me an ask that's not related to fanfic or fandom because I love chatting!! Even if you want to chat with me about fics, I'm more than happy to do so!

This is by no means a comprehensive list, and will be updated as I get more questions!