#the whole show is different from when i first watched it 🤣🤣🤣

[mofffun]

Gira's reaction to KaguYanma flirting is "Can you two cut it out?"

...which is extra funny when you consider this is Taisei's 6th show of the day and 80th+ overall

(His line in the first week was, "Are they dating?")

[trashy-tries-writing]

Hii! 🍄Anon is back!!

You said you welcome requests for and about Ravine, right? So I was wondering if I could ask about some of the cod mens reaction to Ravine being a GOD TIER cook?🤤 Like no one would expect him to be able to make such delicious meals but when he does, one bute and you are literally sent to the Gates of heaven. Like you are GONE! Unless you think he's an absolute awful cook? Which in that case just do the opposite. I feel like there be at least one person who would eat his cooking no matter how awful it is (Cough Soap Cough).

Like most people food is the quickest way to my heart so I feel like this be an interesting situation!🍕

Anyways thanks again for liking my dumb random babbles about how cool i think Ravine is! Have a cookie for your prize! 🍪

(Omfg it’s so hard to write with no motivation, jesus 💀 Anon I am so sorry for the wait and if this is a little disappointing😰)

Hi hi 🍄Anon👋

(Thank you for the cookie 😋)

Ravine is a pretty good cook since he took many job offers he could get to earn money for his daughter’s surgery ( Oop he had a daughter?! <o< )

(Soap really be trying not to hurt anyone's feelings but his own taste buds. I feel like Gaz would leave it in his mouth and then spit it out when the cook isn’t watching🤣🤣)

It must have been a hard month for Ravine to volunteer to cook. He sees the team starting to slouch and drag their feet across the dirt like dead weights. At the end of the month they were moving around like shrimps.

Ravine made a whole list for each individual of 141; Los Vaqueros and decided to cook their favorite. (No one will ever know how he got that information.)

Soap is the first one to leave his room and follow the heavenly scent slowly filling the area, then Gaz, Alejandro and the rest.

They are surprised to see Ravine standing in the kitchen and moving around like it was the back of his hand.

The longer they stare from the doorway the more some eyes trail down his body. The sleeves of his t-shirt barely showed the skin of his arm that was hidden behind arm sleeves and his muscles bulged with every move.

Alejandro was tempted to whistle at the back view but Rudy, who had known him for a long time was shaking his head at him but didn't say a thing otherwise.

Gaz slowly steps closer to the cook, commenting how good it smells, to hide the fact he wasn't even eyeing the food in the pan but his arm sleeves that squeezed his biceps just right.

Soap leans away from the doorway to join Ravine's other side, his gaze drifting from the pan and spatula to his hands that were freed from the gloves he always wore. He licks his lips unconsciously at the gracious view gifted to his eyes.

Ravine seems to have different thoughts.

"Out."

"...Huh?"

Gaz and Soap find themselves kicked out of the kitchen with the door closed on their faces. It earns them a chuckle from the others at their expressions.

In Ravine’s eyes the kitchen was just another battlefield, one mess would trigger a second and third. Especially with the giant knives around, Ravine rather not have blood spilled.

The team find themselves at the table and they can’t believe their eyes at the various food displayed in front of them. They all subconsciously turn towards Ravine who leaves the kitchen with a plate of his own.

Rudy kindly asks him if he was going to eat with them but feels disappointed when the cook shakes his head.

He points inside the kitchen at the fridge, “Desserts.” and leaves the amazed group to eat in his room.

Ghost turns his eyes back at his plate and takes a mouthful. It felt like he was eating at a really fancy restaurant, not that he would ever go to such a place.

They serve a giant plate with one bite of food on it and then make you pay over 1000. Such a waste of money. Compared to that Ravine’s food was actually to die for and he would actually pay him that much to cook for him again.

Gaz kind of feels emotional. After such a long and rough month, homemade food was the best for the tiring heart. It was even better when the food tasted like it was cooked by a god.

With each bite, more saliva fills their mouths and a groan of satisfaction leaves them.

Soap swears he saw angels for a second.

Alejandro couldn’t stop complimenting with his mouth still full and Rudy nodded alongside him, both feeling like they were flying among the clouds, weightless and light as a feather.

Soap was the most curious about Ravine. Well, he was the one who showed his interest more verbally and visibly.

The men have so many questions and their curiosity slowly drags them to the depths.

Like is there anything Ravine couldn’t do??? The perfect soldier, a cold looking man but didn’t shy away to show kind gestures. And now they find out that he definitely worked as a chef before and now they want to know more about his life before he became a part of the military.

Hell even Ghost shared more than Ravine ever did and some of the men met Ravine waa-ay before the others.

The food was wolfed down and the plate almost licked clean. (Soap definitely licked it clean without any shame.)

They felt more energetic than the hellish month started and felt thankful for Ravine’s kind gesture. It just bothered them that Ravine was eating alone in his room again, probably working on engine stuff they did not understand while they were sitting in the cozy atmosphere with each other’s company.

Price steps away from the group to check up on the lone man, a bowl filled with watermelon and mango in his hand.

He knocks on the door and waits for Ravine to let him in.

Price can see the plate on his desk, not even halfway done eaten with stacks of paperwork on the other side. He pats the soldier on the back, sighing slightly before telling him to take it easy for once.

“Aye.”

He leaves the fruit bowl beside his dinner and feels content when Ravine visibly perks up. A soft smile spreads on Price’s lips and he would have ruffled his head but the helmet was in the way.

“Enjoy son.”

Extra:

Rudy and Gaz didn’t let Ravine back in the kitchen when they saw him at the sink, about to clean everything himself even though he made such an effort to cook 6 different dishes for them.

They wanted to hug him because it was really delicious but Ravine was already backing away when they inched closer. So they shut the door softly on him so he wouldn’t come back to clean.

Soap and Alejandro really want Ravine to cook again but don’t want to bother him because he’s always busy with something else.

When they find out Ravine likes watermelon and mango, they definitely went to buy more so the fridge was always stocked with it.

Ghost lent a helping hand to Ravine whenever he could to thank him for the wonderful dinner.

Price makes sure he has less paperwork if he can help it.

[awfulwriter123]

Rhea Ripley x Gamer!/Streamer! Reader (Headcanon)

Okay, first time for everything right? God idk why im nervous, guess its just how i am...fuck...

Criticism is okay, just dont be too harsh please? and of course tips on how i can improve would be appreciated ❤️❤️now please enjoy!! (also quick little tip here st/n is streamer name had to come up with something)

. When you two got together, Rhea already knew u were a gamer, she just never knew you were a streamer.

. When asking you "why didn't you tell me?" All you said to her? "you never asked babe."

. Nearly smacked you upside the head for that one.

. Anyway, She always tunes in and watches whenever she can, and she loves every second.

. Watching you focus as you try and get pass a hard boss on a game, or watching while you play Call of Duty from time to time (and try not to rage at it) She finds it cute.

. When she made a Twitch account just to chat in stream, it was funny cause of her name, too say the chat made fun of you a bit for it would be a understatement.

. St/n's_MAMI: Don't rage too much babe, don't want you braking a controller....again.

. You wish your chair could swallow you whole out of embarrassment after that, and the chat was having fun at your expense.

. (Random Username): oh st/n in a mommy's girl!? 😏 St/n's_MAMI: It's MAMI, but yes, yes she is!😊🤣

. When you decided to make Rhea a mod in your stream (which u knew was probably a bad idea off the bat but oh well) you knew she'd be a good mod....and a bit overdramatic at times.

. (random chatter) has been banned by st/n's_MAMI.

. Y/n: Babe, why did you ban them?

.St/n's_MAMI: they said u were trash at the game

. The chat exploded with LOL's and LMAO's and BRUH's, rhea was a GREAT moderator in there eye's.

. When rhea introduced you to the boys of the judgement day, you and dom hit off as he is a big gamer.

. When you and him along with priest decided to play some fun party games on stream together, it was blast and you were dying of laughter.

. So much so that rhea eventually walked in and sat down and watched as you and her friend's had a blast.

. After the stream was over and you said bye to priest and dom, rhea asked if you could show her some games you could get her into and that you guys could play together.

. You decided to not immediately throw rhea in the deep end and deiced to start small, with a fun puzzle game called portal 2.

. Y/n "RHEA!!! I swear to god if you move the portal above the water so i die again, i will hit you!"

. Rhea "Awww, but its hilarious.

. Y/n "NOT TO ME!!!"

. Alot of different clips were made that day of you raging and rhea dying of laughter

. You know, maybe throwing her in the deep end probably would've been a good idea.

[halliescomut]

Love Sea Ep 3 watch along

Okay, but that little reminder text is a perfect example of showing you care without saying you care. 🥹

Okay but sometimes Mame is unexpectedly very deep and very good with words.

P'Vi confuses me. I do like the blunt honesty her and Rak have though. That's important in friends.

Mook is so absolutely adorable. If Vi makes her cry I will figure out how to kick the ass of a fictional character.

So it seems their dad did worse than just leave them based on that convo between Rak and his sister. (I think I remember discussion of that from where ppl were discussing the novel on Twitter, but I did make the decision to not try and read the novel first.)

I kinda wanna know where all of Mut's button-up shirts are from. I really like them.

Rak being all depressing and Mut and ....shoot I forgot his name again... going diving.

Mut(Fort really) is just so cuddle shaped.

On iQiYi the OST lyrics overlap with the actual captions and it's annoying as fuck

This fucking nosey ass 🤣���

The difference in aesthetics for their clothes here is so wild. I will say though that I like that there's wardrobe repetition. That's not always common in TV, and it really fucks with the believability. I know it's more common in Thai BL, but that's mostly bc so many involve ppl that wear a uniform of some sort (looking at you University BLs).

Interesting...very interesting. I talked.... somewhere... About how the social power dynamics at play here were dangerous because they were going into this whole thing without being honest (with themselves or each other) and it was going to have fallout.

I don't know if I'm surprised Mut took so long, or if maybe I expected him to take Rak's verbal abuse a little longer.....

A beautiful scene. It's a lovely bit of physical acting how Rak sort of melts into Mut.

I do think it's so funny how Mut always says he's so simple (and in some ways he is) but people seem to take it to mean not smart or clever, and he's very obviously both. I can't tell if he truly sees himself that way or if it's an attempt to have people underestimate him....maybe it's both.

Well now I'm just depressed. Thanks a lot Rak. But seriously, I do appreciate the clarification of the family dynamics. I'm also a bit surprised Rak is opening up so soon to Mut about this. Idk if it's because it's at the front of his mind, or if Mut's kind of easy acceptance of everything makes it seem easy...idk.

Ruh-ro raggy .... Rak thinks this is gonna be a failed experiment because he truly doesn't think real love exists, but I fear he will be wrong (this is a romance after all).

I'm curious about Mut's motivations though. I believe he believes in love. I also think he wants Rak to, or maybe just for Rak to have some peace? Idk. He's surprisingly hard to read. As much as I think he likes Rak (both as a person and a sex partner) I don't think he's fallen in love with him at this point.

While I do love a fake dating storyline ... I'm still on the fence about P'Vi.

I feel like Fort had to carry Peat for a long time for this scene. I bet his arms were killing him. (Though we've seen the gym pics, I know he's been working out.)

That's so cute.

Oh yeah...slow mo pushing the hair back. Very Baywatch

Are we doing more beach sexy time?

I Guess Not. We're back at the keyboard.

You're gonna sit here and tell me that's not a goddamn puppy in human form??? LIES!!

He's goddamn adorable. I'd want one for myself if I wasn't Ace and had any idea what to do with one other than feed it and take it for walks.

Peat's got nice hands 🥵...send tweet.

That was such a sharp poke. OMG 🤣🤣

Okay but this is practically a still from the PaiSky fanfic I wrote. Linked here.

Rak likes cuddles. Cute little bean.

Palm ....that's his name. I was thinking Pond earlier, which is close. And now he's being nosey again.

Mut's face when Palm waved back🤣🤣🤣 Like bitch I ain't waving at you

I do think it's sweet how determined Palm is to be a good wingman though.

I do appreciate the love bite front and center. But what are our thoughts on whether it's makeup or a 'practical effect'?

"A dog in rut more like." "Well then his owners is as well." 🤣🤣

Mut's nervous to take Rak to his home. Sweet, but legit if Rak were to judge him for his home I would vote for kicking him to the curb, no matter how much I like him.

Ahhhhh.....so Ja is VI's costar...okay. God I forget how fucking tall he is. Mans practically a redwood.

Is this like Wedding Plan, but make it straight???

I know that bunny purse is entirely impractical for the person I am, but it's so cute.

It really is weird people would be claiming boob job when I think Vi is a B cup on a good day.

Very impressive just fully ignoring the sexuality question Vi.

Mook, babes....you gave in way too fast.

"I'm not bi." I know a lie by omission when I see one. That statement does not equal that you are straight.

You are a damn liar Rak. This little visit has nothing to do with inspiration. You want to be nosey and learn more about Mut.

I like the environmentalism aspect woven into the show. It's good.

As if I couldn't hate your dad more Mut. Calm down Satan.

So we know why Mut left. But really how can someone make their living from nature but not care enough about it??

Okay exhibitionist Rak.

Idk why but there's something about Rak straddling Mut that just....

Well.....we can tick off the Fort's nipple obsession of on the bingo board.

And we're returning favors. Very egalitarian.

Two condoms....well. You certainly had plenty of energy there didn't you....

There's a couple wrappers on the floor, but those do look unopened.

Also vaguely off topic: while the sheets are not the Slutty Geometry Sheets™️, I think my sister has the same kind.

Hmmm....now this is a juicy conversation. Rak being so intentionally honest here telling Mut to ask him to stay. He's afraid to take the leap, but he wants to.

As a side note....I cannot tell you how much I love them showing Fort's physical 'imperfections'. The kind of farmer's tan he has going on, you can see the stretch marks on his upper arms. He's an absolutely gorgeous man, but so often that stuff gets filtered out, or covered in makeup. I love seeing it. We need this more.

OMG I'm crying.

This is important though. Rak needs to know that his answer will have consequences.

That was the right answer. (Though the shabby hole comment about his house was a bit much. I'm hoping that's more a translation issue.)

I suspect the country mouse shall go to the city in next week's episode.....

Awwww Rak in Mut's tank top. Cute.

I really thought Rak was bare-assed for a second pulling a Pete, but no, he's in khaki pants.

So cute and sweet 🥹🥹🥹. Also, I love the bed net. Malaria is no joke.

So next week are we looking at just an NDA or is that contract for like a full Sugar Baby position??

Also end credits change-up again. Now MutRak are walking together....symbolic.

Well that's all for this watch along. I don't think I'll have 4k words to say about it tomorrow, but we shall see.

[fortheunsungheros]

Out of curiosity- How much do you know abt ur fav character in The Outsiders?? My fav is Dallas, who was the sixth character to be introduced by pony in the book- hence my blog name lol

Dally’s full name was Dallas Tucker Winston (as we know)

was 17 (also as we know) and died just two months short of his birthday, which is November 9th, meaning the book begins in September on a Friday

got his disc memorized- you know the drill with him so I’ll keep it shortish: described as tow-headed with an elvish face, with high cheekbones and a sharp chin, small sharp animal like teeth and ears like a lynx, his hair was almost white it was so long, but he didn’t like haircuts or hairpins either so it went over his forehead in wisps and kicked out in the back in tufts along the nape of his neck and curled behind his ears. The shade difference between a greaser and a hood wasn’t present in Dally, he was a wild as a brumly boys, like Tim Shepard’s gang. He had pale icy blue eyes, cold with a hatred for the whole world- he didn’t have anything specific to hate. (So much for short- Read it 217 times since 7th grade)

gave pony the letter from soda and didn’t want to get beat tf up by Darry for giving pony the money and the gun

bought pony and Johnny food at Darry Queen :D

he showed up to the rumble with his arm burnt tf up and fought anyhow

Took Ponyboy to see Johnny because he knew he was dying in the hospital and wanted pony to seem him one last time too

he was born in 1948- since the book was finished in ‘65, I just subtracted 17 from there- so he would’ve been 76 this year :,(

on a lighter note, S.E. Hinton confirmed that he was most likely out of the gang to be scared of spiders- had me rolling 🤣

Lmao it got to the point where I gaslit myself into thinking he lived and Johnny lived based on a fic I read years ago and when I reread it this past month my whole reality with him shattered- please send help I can’t be the only one obsessed with a character to this degree🫠

Wow I think you’re more obsessed with this book than me 😭 HOW HAVE YOU READ IT 217 TIMES? I’m on my 3rd reread in the past 8 months or so.

But seriously wow! I’m glad I found someone who is as obsessed - if not more than me lol. Dallas is probably my 3rd favorite character (ik don’t come and find me lol) behind 2. Johnny and 1. Darry

Darry has always been my favorite character ever since I read the book for the first time. He just stuck out to me and I love his character so much. He also is played by Patrick Swayze and he is the finest man to ever walk the earth sooo. (Like seriously I’m obsessed with this man I’ve watched almost every movie he’s in please send help)

Even though Darry’s my favorite character I don’t know everything about him off hand lol. I’m just gonna make a list of everything I know off the top of my head about my favorite character (yes out of every book I’ve read he’s my favorite character, secondly being Katniss Everdeen if you would like to know lol)

• He’s 20 years old

• His full name is Darrel Shayne Curtis Jr (I say this at least twice a day idk don’t ask why)

• Don’t quote me on this but I think he was introduced last in the book

• He works as a roof repair man person

• His birthday is January 5th

• He’s the oldest brother (obviously)

• He is said to not be a greaser if it weren’t for his brothers and the rest of the gang

• Darry was a MESS when Johnny and Pony were at the church (DARREL STAYS UP ALL NIGHT LONG, TILL HE FINALLY FALLS ASLEEP BY THE TELEPHONEEE - Sodas Letter from the musical)

• Also he was the football captain in high school and was voted boy of the year

• Don’t ask me how I know this offhand (I need a hobby) but in the book Darry is one of the tallest if not the tallest greaser but Patrick Swayze isn’t crazy tall so in some of the photos you can see him standing on bricks to make him look taller lol

Okay that’s all I remember right now but I know more will come to me later lol. And also I sincerely believe also that the events in the book are fictional (well no shit) but like FICTIONAL in a FICTIONAL way. Like Ponyboy definitely just needed a good grade so made up a bs story lmao. I really have tricked myself into thinking both Johnny and Dally are alive and well and the gang is still partying in Tulsa.

ALSO thank you for this ask it was really fun to do!

[monochrome-cropcrown]

What do you think of Daddy Leonidas? 🤣😊

Roygiri Roygiri.... You don't know what you just asked don't you?

Let's start with something.... appropriate first shall we~

When people said that "King Leonidas" is a Spartan soldier & king, I expected his design to be a classic Greek armory or royal gettup like Qin or maybe Ares. But when he showed up with a whole ass more modern attire, let me tell you I choked on air when I first saw him. It took me minutes to process everything, and when I do, I freaking love his design.

It makes sense since he's one of the oldest Einherjar and died in the early history (aside from Adam) so he sorta watched how war these days evolve and he increases his military training to adapt with modern wars.

We don't have a complete description of his personality yet, so we'll just have to wait. But with what we have for now, lovely Leonidas girlies headcannon him as a rude and brute hunk, but deep down is a gentle teddy bear who actually cares for others. 😊☺️

Also, I have high hopes for his backstory later.I know nothing about Spartan history/mythology, so I sorta imagine his story to be like Lu Bu's or maybe Kojiro's - their ways of honing their skills and fighting are different from norm. But if Ajichika-sensei writes a tragic story for him, I don't mind either. What matters is how it will turn out.

Now that aside, let's move to the inappropriate ✨✨ part~

OH HAVE MERCY I'M ABOUT TO BUST

I WANT HIM TO FUCK ME SO HARD THAT THE BED BREAKS

THERE'S NO "TILL"

WE DOING IT ALL NIGHT ALL DAY LONG

FUCK ME EVEN IF I PASSED OUT DADDY

WOOF WOFF WOFF BARK BARK WOOF

OH YOU LIKE CATS? MEEEOW MEOW MEEOOWWW MEOW MEOOW MEEEOWWWW

THOS TATASS SO FAT SO SQUISHABLE LET ME SQUISH JUST ONE SQUISH DADDY I MEAN SIR

[gadriezmannsgirl]

This was the other request that my dear, @mqsi passed me on and it says: Heyy, I have a request maybe were you take pedri/gavi to your native country and do all kind of things there. I'm from Amsterdam so like biking around (I think Gavi would fail🤣) and like fluffly things.

Truly sorry for the lateness of this, being honest I didn't know what to do with this one😭. This is a little blurb, btw

Also, this request got me imagining taking either Gavi or Pedri to🇻🇪 for vacations🤣 @gaviypedrisbride can you imagine? 🤣🤭🥴

Your World -P.G

Summary: You show Gavi the place you're from

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"C'mon, bebé" You said watching Gavi once more lose a bit of control with his bicycle "You can do it"

"I know I can" He said stopping making you stop as well "It's just this fucking bike that is not doing what I say" You suppressed laugh

"Your feet and hands are the ones telling what to do"

"And it doesn't cooperate!" This time you laughed leaning over to leave a kiss on his cheek giggling

"What about we do something else?" You tried to come up with another thing. Pablo and you were in your home, Amsterdam; he wanted to know your place, where you grew up when you were five and what did you do in the city that brought so many good memories from you and seeing as he got a week off he wanted to spend it there with you.

You were on your third day here, the first one spent on recovering from the jet lag and the other walking around the city when Pablo asked you for the usual stuffs you do there, so these next days were about that.

And everybody should know, in Amsterdam all you do is biking around, so that's how you ended up here.

"Eventually I have to get this" You nod

"You will. Just don't put too much preassure on you" You giggled

"What do we do then?" He asked sat on the bike's seat.

"We can go to Anne Frank's House Museum" He cut you off

"For that you need to have tickets, preciosa"

"Who says I don't?" You smiled winking at him "We can also go to the STRAAT Museum, which is a museum dedicated to graffiti and street art. We can do a canal cruise, eat something in Foodhallen..." You shrug your shoulders "You tell me what do you wanna do first, lindo" You looked at him

"How about we do all of that?" Your smile grew

"Great! That's perfect! I really hoped you said something among those lines because we have to be at Anne Frank's House Museum in the next hour and we're aproximatedly fourty-five minutes away"

"Why didn't you said that before?" He asked surprised

"I kinda forgot" You said slowly "It's really distratcing for me watching you fool around and act cute with the bike" You laugh

"My falls aren't cute" You keep on laughing whilst nodding your head

"They are and the pout you do makes me want to kiss you everytime" You smiled "We need to go so we can make it"

"Amor but the bikes aren't cooperating with me!" His eyebrows furrowed a bit "Also can you give me those kisses?" You rolled your eyes lightly smiling but still gave him a few pecks on his lips, the last kiss being the longest one

"Let's change these for a double seat one then"

"Wait, what?"

"Yes"

"No!"

...

"C'mon, Pabs... All you need to do is pedal, I'm gonna lead us. Please, don't make us fall"

"Please, don't say that" You laugh reaching behind to grab his hand.

"You can pay dinner for this, amorcito. Don't you worry" You said beggining your travel when you felt Pablo scream "What's wrong?"

"Nothing!"

...

"So, you liked today?" You ask smiling as he feed you a bit of his ice cream

"Those were so many stairs" You laughed

"Aren't you a football player? Don't you spent 90 minutes running around a pitch?"

"That's different!"

"How's that even different? You need resistence to manage the whole game and you couldn't climb a few stairs?"

"A few" He mumbled shaking his head as you laugh

"The rest was nice" He nodded "But I keep telling you, there was a big fish on that cruise"

"There aren't but if they are? You let them be"

"Not if they were going to attack me and my girlfriend!" You laugh at his silliness

"Do you like my place?" You ask for real this time as he nods

"It's truly beautiful and I can't wait to explore more of it and keep on coming back every chance we got" You smiled

"And you will learn how to bike, right?"

"I know how to!" Pablo exclaimed "It's just the bikes here are different from Spain's ones" You laughed

"That doesn't even make sense, Pabs. Bikes are bikes, all over the world"

"It doesn't matter, next time here I'll crush them" He looked at you leaning down to kiss you "But I really enjoyed the double one" You high five him

"I know you did"

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Taglist: @gaviypedrisbride @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover @azzpenswrld

[matchadobo]

hi hi!! hope you're doing well 🫶🏻 i've been absolutely eating up all the fics you've released for the past few weeks, they're INCREDIBLE.

also i just wanted to share this random thought i have about kid where he would stay far FAR away from you when you're sick because he didn't want to get sick too and just let killer do all the work to take care of your sickness while he just stand on the doorway watching like🧍🏻 but then you wake up in the middle of the night and found him all snuggled up on your side because apparently he got too lonely the whole day and just decided to give up and climb on to the bed to sleep next to you 😫 UGH i love him sm

so sorry if this is super random i just couldn't get it out of my HEAD😭

-🌱

haiii 🌱 thank you always for your support! it means the whole world to me that someone loves my works this much <3 your asks always make my day🥰

AWWWW that made me smile so much it's crazy 😫 imagine finding that hulking man awkwardly standing far by the door it's too adorable istg. restratining himself so much with that scowl in his face but all is inside him is how he feels bad for you and wished he could do something about that damn sickness. ughh i imagine him to be all quiet and alone the rest of the day bc kil's taking care of you and you're gone so who's he gonna be with, right? big ol' captain all alone started exploring the damn ship 🤣 he gon start talking to the rookies he ain't been talking to before. imagine their scared ass when kidd comes and asks them what they be doin, the fear i swear LMAO. so when night comes and he couldn't take it anymore, he'd just snuggle up gOD :3

but i imagined it differently, he'd be like that at the first but soon grumble at killer and say kil's doing it wrong and he'll show kil how it's done 🥺. in the first time he did that, you'd tell him to wear a mask, but he'll say "that fever ain't so great like i am, who the hell you think i am? i ain't getting infected, baby. now shut it and rest up, so you can get all better. 's all lonely without your cute ass buggin' me." 🫶 so you two end up getting sick. big man ain't so strong now huh JASDHAHA

and hey, don't worry about the randomness. i love itttt <3 let's be delulu together 🫣

[maukiki1-but-cringefail]

i swear to fucking god im not a hater but if i see another fucking badly-made thumbnail boring neurotypical straight guy with lame monotone voice talking over buncha mfb clips video of the worst metal fight beyblade takes ive ever seen with the unfunniest jokes im gonna rearrange the DNA sequence of the closest person to me to that of a Doto greenamyeri nudibranch because i swear to god just shut the fuck up.

how the fuck do you meatheads base how much you like a character over powerscaling and win ratio. would you prefer a wild bear over your own mother because the bear is stronger than her? thats how you fuckin sound like. i gotta rant this shit out because i had enough if i hear another fucking "ryūga da goat🥶🐐" "beyblade really is that serious🤣" "This show is so acoustic😵" "did you know that moses split the sea with a be-" WE FUCKING KNOW THE WHOLE WORLD KNOWS AT THIS POINT. ALSO IF YOU DEADASS USE AUTISM AS AN INSULT LET ALONE USE THE WORD ACOUSTIC OR ARTISTIC FOR IT STAY 7 KILOMETERS AWAY FROM ME AND ALSO DONT WATCH METAL FIGHT BEYBLADE EVERYONE IS GAY AND AUTISTIC YOU KNOW WHY⁉️ which cishet neurotypical out there makin spinning tops fight with neon green or blue whateverthefuck hair half the cast looks like they been hiding in closet before their debut episode.

PRIME example of these bad takes is , because of powerscaling again the hate on masamune ? i thought people hated him because they thought he was annoying (like how i did when i first watched it when i was little) (FOUR YRS OLD) and like id get that as in he talks alot or whatever but people hate him because. fucking. "he has a low win ratio and claims to be the number one blader" BITCH THATS A 15 YR OLD. or like around that age somewhere you get the point. so what if the taco doritos colour palette guy a little confident in himself bitch you hate fun you hate sillyness. people also use him as like a tool to praise kenta? constantly i see takes like "kenta is like masamune if masamune didnt suck" or something as in they both try to rise to the top and get stronger but one of them doesnt talk shit like did you know you can praise a character without putting down the other one motherfucker. another one is "masamune isnt a legendary blader because he talks shit but cant actually back it up" Hey my brother in Allah lets play a little game. which one of the fucking legendary bladers talks big about himself. you have ten seconds. 10...9...8....KING. KING IS RIGHT THERE .

also saw someone say damian shouldve been a legendary blader⁉️⁉️mf that boy was on rearrangement stereoids the effects of that wouldve already worn off by the time of metal fury how does that even WORKK😭😭 he was probably off with 3 big fucking pet dogs to eat custard pudding or sumn idk .Ryūga dickriding has been a thing for for ever but right now for some reason people decided they didnt talk about that guy enough. theres so many videos on him guys there are other characters to talk about i can write a three billion word essay on damian but i dont think i can say anything about ryūga that hasnt been said at this point. also the people who claim hes alive BECAUSE hes alive in the manga is crazy like yall cant see those as two different universes? im not saying wether if i think hes alive or not this isnt about that dont miss the point. i wanted to make text posts about mfb for forever but i was embarrased for god knows why so i just posted my mfb fanart on my main but i cant take it anymore (eatina burger with no honey mustard) must speak this time im afraid

also sorry if this is hard to read im not good at ending sentences where i should punctuation jumpscare. powerscaling mfs will hear u say u like a character like for example tsubasa or sumn and immediately bring up ryūga like shut the fuck up this shit happened on twitter i dont even use twitter i opened the app for 000.1 seconds. you just jelaous ryūga will never serve like did mf also im not a ryūga hater anyways i reached the character limit fuck

[ghosttownwherenoonegoes]

A few people - @badgirlforeddiemunson @thefreak0fhawkinshigh @ilovecupcakesandtea - have asked me things about my hair; routines, products, hints and tips. And I figured it'd be easier to make a generic post with everything included and people can pick and poke at what they want.

I'm not a vain person, but I will freely admit that my hair is my pride and joy. It is my baby. I have told my mother that my hair is the only grandchild she's ever gonna get from me, and now when she helps me with it, she calls it "babysitting my grandkid".🤣

I have quite fine hair but I have a lot of it, so it's quite thick. Holding it in one fist is a bit difficult and it knots very easily. This post includes routines, products, hints, tips, and things I think are relevant. My hair is my baby and a lot of my leftover energy between my job and my degree goes into my hair. I've dreamed of having hair just like this since I was a child - maybe seven or eight - and now as a twenty five year old, I am living the dream.

I hope those of you who are curious about my rather extensive hair care find what you need in here! I am open to questions about it, as well.💖

TW; in the 'basics' section, there is one mention of actual physical assaults related to non-consensual hair-cutting which happened in my home town about a decade ago. Not to me, but I worry about it every day as a lasting point of anxiety. If you want to skip this, it is the LAST BULLET POINT OF THE FIRST SECTION RIGHT BELOW THE CUT.

Okay, so... where to start...

The basics/equipment I use

I sleep on silk pillowcases and I secure my braids with silk scrunchies. It helps to prevent knots and tangles (it's not perfect, but my hair is much more manageable thanks to silk).

I use a wooden comb and a boar bristle brush which moves natural oils from my scalp down to the ends of my hair. I would never be using a plastic brush or 'normal' elastic ties in my hair. The thought makes me shudder.

I wash my hair once a week unless it gets rained on. In which case, I will wash it more than once a week, but neither me nor my hair will be happy about it.

I pat-dry my hair with a plain white cotton t-shirt and I let it air-dry, which takes about twelve hours to become damp-but-dry-enough-to-safely-brush. (Hair wash day is a whole ordeal, I need a day! More on this to come.) T-shirts are gentler and less damaging than towels; wet hair should be treated like glass because it's very fragile.

I never go outside of the house or go to sleep without first brushing and then braiding my hair. I never go outside with it down. This is because, honestly, I'm terrified someone will come up behind me on the street and assault me by cutting all my hair off (I have severe anxiety but also, this actually happened to a few girls in my town as a series of three assaults when I was a child and I've never forgotten about it) but also, doing this helps to prevent knots and tangles, which minimises damage to your hair.

I eat a lot of meat and dairy but I also take a generic multivitamin every day. Protein and fat are super good for you in general but also, what your body doesn't use, goes to your hair!!! Happy body = happy hair.💖

I am very precious about my hair, very few people are allowed to touch it. If I let you touch it, you are trusted. It's pretty much an "I love you". My mum helps me with my hair every day. I'm very grateful to her for it, and I make sure she knows how much I appreciate it.

My hair only needs a half-inch trim every eight months or so; dad measures it out with a ruler, mum watches him to make sure he's doing it right, he shows me what he's cut off after the first snip and I'll approve it and then he's allowed to continue. I cry a lot when it has to be trimmed, I hate it, and I grieve that half-inch until it grows back in about three weeks.

My different hair-care routines (these are extensive)

Hair wash day!

Number of stages: 4

Duration of all four stages: 13 - 14 hours🥰 (I have to schedule an entire day to do it and it can be tricky because my job doesn't always align with my preferred wash day, which is a Sunday, so sometimes I have to go 10 days without washing it and that can make me very irritable. It's the little things, you know? It has to be an all day thing because my hair takes twelve hours to become damp-dry enough to brush without damaging it. I never use heat on my hair; pat-dry with a t-shirt and then air-dry only. And then I have the brushing routine on top of it, which takes an hour if I do it myself, and ten minutes if mum does it for me, which she often does).

Brushing routine:

I brush my hair before I wash it. This is the first stage of hair wash day, and I do this routine after work. It takes me an hour to do it alone or ten - twenty minutes if mum does it.

I section my hair in two, over each shoulder, and then section it again so that my hair has been quartered. I always brush from the back first (I tuck the front section underneath the back section, which has been pulled forward to the front). Whichever side isn't being brushed, I secure into a side-ponytail with a silk scrunchie to hold it there while I work on the other half of my hair.

Starting from the bottom, I finger-comb first and manually untangle any big knots or tangles. If this part goes wrong, I will cry about it. It's instant panic attack if I can't get a knot undone with minimal effort.

Once that quarter-section is finger combed thoroughly, I then use my wooden comb to go through the section again and I alternate as needed back to finger-combing if I find a section I missed the first time.

Once that quarter-section is done, I put it behind me and start on the other section, same process as above. Doing one half of my hair usually takes me a half hour.

Once one half of my hair is brushed, I use a boar-bristle brush, going from the top of my hair down to the tips; this moves the natural oils through the hair. The oil normally comes down to just below my ear, and obviously the further away I am from wash day, the more oil there is, and so from the nape of the neck down to the very ends of my hair, I apply Mielle's rosemary and mint scalp and hair strengthening oil (£8.99 for a 59ml bottle; half a pipette is sufficient for one half of my hair, so it's expensive but does last a while).

Once the hair is finger-combed, combed, brushed, I then pull that section back as well and braid it in a simple three-strand braid and loosely tie it with a silk scrunchie. The first few patterns are tight to hold the braid, but after that, I loosen it off so it's a loose braid and loosely tied. In the morning, I'll redo my braids as needed before I go to work without brushing them - I don't have that time in a morning to do my whole routine before work. To secure it, I tie the silk scrunchie around one more time so it's tighter and will hold longer (bedtime braid: tie it around three times / morning braid before work: tie it around four times).

Repeat this whole thing again for the other half of my hair, and then I can go to bed. A normal night, this takes an hour, a bad night as in really knotty hair or I'm tired, two hours. Unless mum helps me with it. I can and will cry if I find a knot I can't immediately undo and it's not unusual for me to be swaying at the bathroom sink because I will not go to bed unless my hair is fully brushed, oiled, braided.

If it's wash day, I don't braid my hair or apply more oil, I just finger-comb, comb and then brush it and then get in the shower...

Washing routine: Okay. This is the most in-depth and complicated part of my entire thing I do for my hair, and I have to get it right or I will have an anxiety attack thinking I've just fucked all my hair up and I have to cut it off (I catastrophise a lot, especially with my hair). This is the second stage of hair wash day.

So, hair is brushed, shower time!

I have the water lukewarm - too hot will burn your hair and damage it, but too cold and you won't be able to get the oils out properly.

I get my hair wet so it's plastered to my back, and then I use L'Oreal's Dream lengths shampoo; I apply it to my scalp and to the surface of hair up to the nape of my neck, giving myself a gentle scalp massage (treat wet hair like GLASS!!!!). I rinse it all out once it's all in there, and then I use the same brand of conditoner, which is applied from the nape of my neck down to the very tips. Leaving that conditioner in, I then shampoo the scalp up to the nape of my neck a second time (it's like a greasy pan - the first lot of washing up liquid lifts the oil, the second lot of washing up liquid actually cleans the pan - same concept applies here to hair, especially because I only wash it once a week). And rinse that off too.

Then, I apply conditioner for a second time from the nape of my neck to the very tips of my hair, wiping off any excess on the top of my hair (just below the scalp so I don't clog my pores). I leave it in there while I wash my body, which takes a few minutes, and then I wash it off again. I let it all come out, and then I change the shower temperature so it's now COLD, to effectively close the pores in my hair.

My hair is washed! I pat it dry with a cotton t-shirt, then from the nape of my neck down to the halfway mark of my hair, I apply a leave-in conditioner, then from that halfway mark through to the ends of my hair, I use one pipette of the oil to cover everything, and then my hair air-dries for twelve hours until it's damp-dry enough to safely brush, as above!

Using oils and leave-in conditioner:

I use the oil every day from the nape of my neck to the ends of my hair, and every few days I apply leave-in conditioner from the nape of my neck to the ends of my hair. The top section of my hair (scalp to the nape) will be fine, it has the natural oils from the scalp, which is evenly distributed by using the boar-bristle brush.

Brushing routine: After twelve hours, I brush through my hair as in the first stage of wash day, so this is now stage three of wash day for me, and braiding it is stage four!

And finally, a picture of my baby!!! This was taken about two weeks ago and I believe it was the day after wash day!😍💖

I love it (her) so, so much. I bitch and complain often about the knots, but nothing fills me with instant grief and abject horror quite like thinking about having to cut off more than a half inch. That, in itself, is already cause for tears. My hair is my pride and joy, my favourite body part, and something I cherish as a very real, long-lasting childhood dream. I hope you find what you need in this post; I know it's not applicable to everyone because we all have different hair types and budgets, but hopefully something is useful.💖

I'm pretty sure this is everything but I might reblog with additions if needed, and I'm open to questions as well! My hair was jaw length in late 2019 when I started to grow it out, so it's grown quite quickly and I'm very in love with it.🥰

[lutawolf]

Stay By My Side Ep 6 soft D/s elements

This episode, Jiang Chi and Bu Xia hits some bumps. It's classic bumps, but it's unique to them, which is what makes it interesting.

So we start the episode with Bu Xia accusing Jiang Chi of causing their relationship to be misinterpreted. Right off, I heard people checking out with this scene. It didn't make sense to them, but I've been like this. My first kiss was actually a girl, initiated by me, and then I completely flipped my shit on myself. Sometimes there is just a war inside you that you have to fight. For me, it was society and for my daughter it was her own "normy expectations."

Jiang Chi is understandably confused. However, if you pay attention, this is where I really see Dom in him. He isn't in it for just the rewards, he is trying very hard to meet the needs of his skittish sub baby. Now, I will say that the D/s element are very soft, but they are still there. I often hear comments about D/s and age. Lifestyle is different from scene and many cultures, especially Asian, have a natural inclination towards a D/s aspect. I actually explain why this is, but I can't link it because assholes keep reporting my posts. *I can literally hear my daughter going, "Mom, your ADHD is showing, back on topic."* Sorry!

The interview cracked me up. Jiang Chi says yes, and Bu Xia says no. Guess who won? Bu Xia, looks at him but backs down. The way Jiang Chi looks at Bu Xia when he is talking is so cute. At this point, Jiang Chi just thinks that Bu Xia doesn't want everyone to know yet, and he is okay with that. He doesn't let Bu Xia say they aren't dating, but he doesn't confirm that they are either. Compromise.

Notice the clear and precise. "There is no misunderstanding. I meant what I said."

gif credit to ueasking

Bu Xia's dreams are telling him what he wants, but he isn't ready to deal with it yet. Him falling off the side of the bed is my favorite thing because, I think, we've all done it. 🤣🤣🤣

The more I watch, the more I think that Jiang Chi is playing the long game. He is too aware of Bu Xia's confusion and is too understanding of it, and yet at times he reels him in.

Jiang Chi has learned the best way to handle Bu Xia is with the reward system. "Help me with dishes/wait for me, and I'll bring you late night snacks."

Bu Xia is cute, but he clearly isn't ready for self reflection or owning his own responsibility. Notice how everything is all Jiang Chi's fault. Not that I don't do the exact same thing with my husband, but that's besides the point. I'm just stating the facts about Bu Xia. 😈

I honestly adore the basket ball team. Their teasing is light-hearted and meant to showcase an acceptance. Because everyone but Bu Xia can see it. He is a coconut.

This next scene is very D/s. The brat talks back to the team captain when told that he has to wash Jiang Chi's stuff. Captain immediately grabs Jiang Chi and puts him in front to handle the brat. Notice the firmness of Jiang Chi when addressing this. He isn't yelling, he isn't even being rude, but rather using a tone and logic to indicate this is a line. Bu Xia didn't even think of doing anything but accepting. And there is a that reward system again. Jiang Chi rubs Bu Xia's head, essentially saying, "Good Boy."

The hilarity of the water bottle scene after basket ball practice. Again, I love the basket ball team. The uniform washing scene that turned into let's see how wet we can get each other was impossibly cute. I don't want to hear the phrase "boys will be boys" unless we are talking about a scene like this. That's the kind of boys will be boys behavior that I can get behind.

The whole next scene is my everything. First, the explanation of the uniforms. Then the kiss. The wash clothe coming down to cover Bu Xia's eyes. The initial gentle kisses from Jiang Chi, to more once Bu Xia shows acceptance. Sighhhhh, it was so cute.

Now we are at the point where Bu Xia has got to be getting whip lash from his own brain. You can see his amusement and happiness at all the pictures "deadlock" (by the way, it took me forever to get the joke behind that. That it's their names. I'm so stupid.) Bu Xia is clearly pleased at Jiang Chi taking a secret picture of him. Then he sees the comments and it flips his switch. Now he is back to questioning himself.

And it's all downhill from there. His basket ball teammates are trying to gently push him in a direction. They push too much, though. Leading to a huge misunderstanding for Jiang Chi. Who in his feels pushed too hard. Causing us to end in angst. We have 10 episodes in total and this was only number 6!

Hope you guys enjoyed this! As always, thank you for taking the time to read. 💜💜💜

[ladylooch]

After That Night in Ibiza with Timo Meier

A/N: So I was told, lovingly, that I ruined the angst salad from That Night in Ibiza 🤣. So a follower and I wrote this out in my DMs. Ultimately, I felt like it was too good not to share. So here is more angsty, smutty, yearning T and Em, from the summer of 2022.

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ Content, ANGSTYYYYYYYY, Swearing, you'll wanna bang their heads together.

(Timo)

I know she is gone before my eyes even open, but I still let myself pretend.

I pretend I’ll roll over and kiss her face until her eyes squeeze tight, then pop open to look at me with simmering pools of chocolate.

We’ll start with light kisses, ignoring our morning breath, and working our way up to soft laps of our tongues.

Then I’ll disappear under the blankets, kissing along her thighs until they open for me. I’ll feast on my first meal of the day. I’ll savor every moan inducing lick, denying myself her wet heat until she comes pulsing against my lips. 

I’ll kiss back up her body, sliding in to the hilt again and again and again, soft and sweet just how I know she likes it in the morning. 

We’ll order the whole room service menu, pretend we don’t have other people to get back to in different rooms. She’ll trace different shapes or words along my back, trying to get me to guess until I get frustrated and flip her over, taking her for myself again before our breakfast arrives.

I’ll convince her to stay. She’ll nod, not able to say out loud how much she’s been missing me since June. And we’ll end the night wrapped together, brain storming out loud how to get away with leaving behind the two people we came here with.

None of these things happen though.

Because Emma is already gone.

_ _ _

 (Emma)

I cannot even express how much I do not want to go to this client meeting. Not just because it’s for a client of Julien’s, but also because he just texted me that he isn’t going to make the meeting. I drove across town, in evening traffic, to get to this stupid dinner and he doesn’t even have the decency to show up? He’s such chicken shit. Obviously, he can’t get over the fact that I broke things off with him. 

But business has been slow and I could use the event revenue from this proposed, pop up for a luxury watch brand. Supposedly, the person I am meeting is famous enough to get some high-profile attendees. It could help drum up more business and I need to take what I can get right now. 

I walk in, saying my name to the host. He gestures for me to follow behind him. And then there he is: Timo Meier in his unbothered, easy stature, watching my approach.

“Absolutely not.” I scoff, crossing my arms over my chest. “You’re Julian’s client?”

“Yes. And you owe me for leaving me in Ibiza.” Timo says nonchalantly, gesturing for me to sit in the chair across for him. If he’s angry about the empty bed he woke up in, he doesn’t let on. I straighten, then harshly pull the chair out, plopping down. “Heard you and Julian are done.”

“Can we please keep this professional?” I ask as I pull the folder out with my proposal.

“Em, it’s not like you need to pitch anything to me. I’m going to hire you.” 

“Well, I’d prefer to pitch. This is a luxury brand event and you shouldn’t pick just anyone.”

“I’m not picking anyone. I’m picking you. And you’re the best.” He shrugs, sitting up as the waitress comes to gather our drink order. Timo orders my favorite bottle of wine, unable to withhold a wink at me when he says the name. I stare blankly back at him. “Okay, pitch away.”

It takes twenty minutes for me to go through everything with him. By the end, he is adding in creative ideas for showcasing the watches and tailoring speciality drinks to the names of the styles. I’m scribbling, adding my own notes in the columns too. I look down at the book when I am finished, then grin excitedly at him.

“This is going to be really fun.” I say after a sip of my wine. “You should do more of this.”

“Maybe I will.” He muses. His fingers find mine. I drop the pen to lace them together. “Dessert at your place?”

I know I should say no. But I can’t. 

So, it’s me who wakes up alone the next morning instead.

- - -

The day of the event is hectic, but it doesn’t stop me from glancing at my phone to see if I’ve heard from Timo. It’s been three weeks since we were tangled up together. We’ve had a few calls about the event, but it’s been short and to the point. I’ve been executing the plan, only needing a few minutes here or there to clarify minor decisions with him. This morning, I texted him a final reminder of the timeline. All I received in response was a thumbs up. 

For some reason, it irked me. His avoidance, or ignorance, of me. I know this is how we do things, but I hate when he flips the table on me. Eventually, the ache in my heart will be eased by my friends or food or working out or a new man. The latter sounds more exhausting than anything else. I hate dating.

Rhea and I are setting out the name tags on the check-in table, making sure each one is visible and easily grabbed for the attendees. The wait staff bustles around, filling the tables with carafes of water and coffee. Bartenders clean the liquor bottles and pour more ice over the already chilled beer. I love this moment before the event. The last minute scramble for all the perfect details to collide into a magical night. 

“Isn’t that Alma Sturm?” Rhea whispers to me. I glance over my shoulder, excited to get a peek of the Olympic, Swiss gymnast. But then she’s on Timo’s arm and I wish I didn’t see. Surprise raises my eyebrows. Guess Irina is out of the picture.

“Ah.. looks like it.” I respond. Rhea, who knows about Timo and I, glances with concern at me.

“This okay?”

“Sure. We aren’t exclusive. He can do whatever he wants.” 

“Yeah.. but in front of you?” Her tone is appalled and I’m not sure if it has the right to be or not.

“I guess so.” I say, snapping my notebook shut. “He knew I was going to be here and he brought her.” I shrug. “Let’s go greet our client.” 

My heels are piercing against the wood floor as we head towards them. Timo looks around, obviously impressed with the space. I brought his vision perfectly to life. 

“Wow, Emma, this is amazing.” Timo says as he greets me. I grip his forearm, kissing the air next to his cheek in greeting. His praise warms my cheeks.

“It’s your vision.” I compliment him in return. 

“Amazing.” Alma murmurs. “I love that.” She points to a stand filled with glass shelves and intricate lighting showcasing the designer watches. Timo nods in agreement as Alma threads her arm through his again. My eyes focus on it; Timo catches me. 

“You should walk around. Make sure everything is in order before people start arriving.” I encourage them, slapping a smile on my lips.

“Will do. Thank you.” Timo walks by me, not offering another look as I breathe out a heavy sigh.

I can do this… I think I can do this. 

Two hours later, I know for sure I cannot do this.

I can’t stay in this room for any longer than I already have. Not when Timo and Alma walk around like the picturesque, host couple. Not with how she points out every detail of the event like she birthed it. Or how she tosses her hair back and tells people about how excited she is to move to California, closer to Timo. Who does she think she is? His girlfriend? And the biggest question of all, why do I care? Timo and I hook up. Fine. I don’t hold a claim over him, but does he have to parade her around in front of me like Ms. Universe? I didn’t do that with Julian. In fact, I dumped him after sleeping with Timo in Ibiza because I was bored of him.

Timo could at least have the decency to not be so damn smug about it.

What makes it worse is how he is treating me. Everything is polite. Professional. Above board. I’ve checked in with him several times tonight and he isn’t acting like himself. His eyes drift away when he’s speaking to me. His hands stay tightly clutching his glass or in his pocket. His smile is quaint, not quite reaching his blue eyes. 

But with Alma, he’s nothing like that. Eyes and hands drift over her body. Smiles are large. Laughs are electric. The knot in my stomach slides tighter with each affectionate motion towards her. Panic begins to engulf my skin. I have to get out of here. It’s so unprofessional to leave, but I’m afraid it will be worse if I stay.

“Rhea.” I say as I approach her. I must look as wild as I feel.

“What’s wrong?”

“I have to… go.” I expect her to want an explanation but she nods.

“I’ll take over.”

“We should go tell Timo.” Rhea agrees, following behind me as we weave through the guests. Timo’s hand is resting on Alma’s back, finger tips dipping to more inappropriate places. I mash my teeth harder together.

“Timo?” I say tightly, touching his arm with a poke.

“Hi?” He smiles turning towards me and Rhea.

“Hi, I am so sorry, but I am not feeling well.” Timo’s smile slides off his face. On instinct, he reaches for me, then drops his hand to his side. “And I am going to leave for the night.”

“No, Em.”

“No, it’s okay.” I hold my hands up at him, putting an easy smile on my face. “You are in great hands with Rhea. She is aware of everything for the night. It will be a smooth transition. You won’t even notice I’m gone.” His eyebrows scrunch together.

“Feel better, Emma.” Larissa murmurs, waving goodbye around her brother and his date. We had caught each other briefly by the front door before I had to check on the additional chairs I requested from the venue.

“Thank you, It was so great seeing you.” I don’t bother acknowledging Alma’s presence.

“Do you need a ride?” Nico wonders, concern tightening his lips. 

“No, I’m okay.” I insist. “Thank you for this opportunity, Timo.” I give his arm a squeeze, then turn, letting Rhea step into my place.

The quiet of my apartment is obnoxious. My heels practically shatter against the hard wood as I take them off. Soon, I will be moving out of here and into Nico’s new house. He wants someone there when he is in New Jersey and I offered to move in. It’s a nice arrangement. A house mostly to myself and Nico gets peace of mind that his dream home is taken care of.

I go to my room, scrubbing off my event make up and putting on leggings and a baggy t-shirt. I do my post-event routine of making popcorn on the stovetop and pouring a glass of red wine. I’m sitting down on the couch eating my first few kernels when I hear a knock at the door.

I know who it is. The whole building probably knows who it is with his aggressive stomping down the hall.

“Emma.” My name comes through the door in that tone.

“What?” I ask, flinging my door open. He looks at me, eyes searching my face as he urgently crowds my space to cup my cheeks.

“Are you okay?” His softness is a complete 180 from everything I experienced tonight. I find myself tearing up, overwhelmed by the emotions of what’s happened between us in the last few weeks. “Em.” He murmurs, stroking my cheeks. He thinks my tears are related to not feeling well. “Come here.” He walks in, shutting the door behind us and walking me to the couch. He takes in the wine and popcorn. “You need to eat something besides this. I didn’t see you eat at the event.” 

“I didn’t.”

“Is it your stomach?

“No.”

“Then what is it?”

“I… don’t know.” He frowns deeper, grabbing at my head to pull me close. I expect him to say something else, but he doesn’t. Instead, he puts his forehead on mine, closing his eyes. My eyes trace the long lashes feathering together as tears sting my nostrils. I don’t know why, but I start to cry. 

But I do know. And so does he. It’s because I’m hurt. He was hurt too in Ibiza, but now we are here in each other’s arms where that used to fix everything, and it isn’t quite melding it all back together like before. Because tonight, he was with someone else. A true option and I was the help.

“For tonight…” Timo begins. “Maybe you could stop running? And I’ll take care of you the way you deserve.” I nod and his hands rush down my body, pulling me by the backs of my thighs into his arms. He carries me to my bedroom as I bury my face into his neck. My wet tears coat his skin. He is gentle when he lays me down. He presses feathery kisses along my cheeks, collecting my tears on his lips. I should be embarrassed. Instead, I feel comfort from his sweet smooches. Each press soothes the ache inside of my chest from tonight.

We work on each other’s clothes. Not speaking, just feeling, until we are both naked. Timo reaches for my comforter, pulling it back for me to get under, then he joins me on the bed. I lay on my side, reaching for him. He sighs heavily as he engulfs me into his heat. His lips trail along my neck, sucking my collar bone as I wrap my legs around his hips. 

Our lips cling to each other. The heat from the blankets wraps us in a protective warmth. Our tongues collide in wet greed as our fingers dash into each other’s hair. Timo pulls one hand off of me to grip his shaft. He strokes his head through my folds then pauses at my entrance. I reach my hand down to his butt, forcing him inside of me. He gets an inch in and I realized why he paused. No condom. 

“I’m okay if you are?” I whisper.

“Yes.” Timo sighs against my mouth. “Only with you.” I close my eyes, feeling the tears bulk into my eyes again. I hate him with anyone else. I can’t think of that right now. Instead, I tighten my legs around him so he barely has enough space to thrust. He is slow, sensual, dragging himself in and out like we will be here all night. I savor each movement, letting him know my appreciation with soft little whines and praise. 

Timo rests our noses together, then pauses for a moment, leaning down to kiss me again. His teeth are nippy, tongue daring as he works his mouth against mine. 

“Wanna stay in you forever.” He murmurs. He presses his hips in deeper, smooshing his abdomen into mine. His finger tips stroke along my outer thigh. When he moves again, my slickness has him groaning. Our connection gets tighter. I widen my hips, thrusting down with his movements. I moan into his mouth, chasing his lips as he pulls away to focus on his deep pumps. He grabs my neck, stroking along the hollow of my throat with his thumb as his tongue laps against mine.

“Fuck, T.” I croak, heavy breaths pushing me deeper into the bed with his movements. “You feel so good.” His head falls to my shoulder and I grip him tightly to me there. Our bodies are completely pressed together. His palm comes to dash through my hair, weaving into the tangled strands until his fingerprints get to my scalp at the back of my skull.

That’s when I feel it for the first time. How much he loves me. How what we are doing is nothing even close to fucking. It’s too intimate, too powerful and consuming to be just sex. My finger nails dig into his broad shoulders as I surrender to the coil of pleasure in my core. I focus on his perfect pumps, turning to nibble his flesh. I moan quietly into his ear. He melts under my touch, fucking me deeper. His mouth frantically searches for mine again. Then we climax together, kissing desperately and endlessly until every last wave has left our body. 

As we fall back to Earth, Timo gently pulls back with little pecks. My lips chase his, not concerned with how desperate I look to stay connected to him. He looks down at where he is still buried inside of me. And I see it again. The love. The ache settles back into my chest.

How can something that feels so good, still hurt so much too?

Maybe we shouldn’t keep doing this.

Timo slides from me gently, giving me a final kiss as he walks to my bathroom.

“You good?” He asks me when he brings the towel over. I nod, pursing my lips as I clean myself off.

“I’m on the pill.” I remind him. He looks at me, opening his mouth to say more then opts for a nod instead. When I’m done, he gathers me back into his chest, laying us down into the pillows on top of the comforter. 

“So, Alma’s moving to California?”

“Yeah but L.A.” He stretches his neck a bit, then continues to glide his fingers along my bicep.

“Are you happy?”

“I really don’t care.” He shrugs. ��Not sure I’ll be in California much longer anyway.”

“Why?” I question, tilting my face towards his. He looks distressed by the thought. The Sharks drafted him and he’s been an integral part of the team. I’m surprised he would leave there.

“Team can’t afford my next contract.”

“Well, that’s a good problem for you, no?” 

“It’s just…. Weird. I’ve never been traded.” I nod in understanding, then press my cheek back to his chest. He pulls me deeper into him so he can kiss my head. “I should go.”

Who’s running from who now?

We dress in silence. Before we walk from the bedroom, Timo wraps me into a tight hug.

“Thank you for tonight. This event wouldn’t have been anything special without you. You made me look good, Hischier.” 

“We make a good team.” I murmur back to him. He squeezes me tighter in acknowledgement. His hand falls to the small of my back then completely away as we walk to the door.

“So, do I get a discount on your rate since you left early?” He asks as he opens the front door. He tosses his suit jacket back over his shoulders, shrugging it on and buttoning one button on the front.

“Nope.” I wrap my arms briefly around his waist, then get on my tip toes to kiss him goodnight. He rolls his eyes teasingly, then puckers his lips for one more kiss. He watches as I do the full effort, blue gaze dragging over my face. Then he leans against the door frame, resting his temple on his propped arm as he looks down at me. 

“You know we could stop all of this. The chase. The late nights. The pretending.”

“Where is the fun in that?”

“You’re having fun with this?” He asks me quietly. Silence encloses us for four heartbeats.

“Goodnight, T.” I eventually respond.

We both know nothing about this is fun anymore.

[thatseventiesbitch]

Welcome back to another installment of That '70s Show original script analysis! This week we'll be looking at the season two finale, S2xE26 "Moon Over Point Place". There are not a ton of changes, but there are a few cut moments for the Zennies 🥰 (the episode was written by the Filgos, after all).

The first piece of cut dialogue is between Donna and Kelso in the first scene, after Donna calls out Jackie's burn of Kelso.

Next we have this whole missing scene (!!) between Eric, Donna, and Timmy. It immediately follows their scene at The Hub, where Timmy starts chanting "Hey everybody - Donna showed her ass!"

Timmy asks Donna to sign her butt picture in the year book, and Donna does - with a funny quip. But Eric doesn't see the humor in it and is feeling sorry for himself. He makes his "This is the worst ______ ever" joke, which is apparently a Charlie Brown reference

Then we have a small but I think significant and interesting change: in the scene where Jackie approaches Hyde later in the Hub, she originally called him Hyde but in the episode that aired called him Steven. 👀

There's some stage direction that is cut from the episode at the end of that scene. Notice the interaction Hyde and Timmy were supposed to have. Hyde was supposed to bully him, essentially, and steal his food.

So - Timmy had a larger role in the overall episode before certain parts were cut. That's important later...

Eric and Donna's dialogue in their final scene on the driveway is slightly different at the end. Eric insists that he "loves the nudity" and Donna calls him "Prudalicious" 😂🤣

In the next scene, there's a very interesting line change for Jackie.

In the original script she says she got the bag of pot by stealing it from her dad's stash. In the episode that ultimately aired, she said she bought it from her housekeeper. 👀

Hyde's explanation to the cop is different in the script, too. In the actual episode, all he said was "What are you doing man? The bag is mine. C'mon - cheerleader, dirtbag..." In the script, he still encourages the cop to compare he and Jackie, but uses different reasoning.

And after the cop walks Hyde away, Jackie has this cut line 🥺. It was supposed to be a fairly emotional moment.

And then we have this cut line from Laurie in the final moment, when Hyde calls Red from jail.

Finally - remember their classmate, Timmy? His participation in the final "booty shake" circle during the credits makes more sense with the full context of the original episode. He played a bigger role initially, and had more substantive interactions with both Donna and Hyde. (This might seem obvious, but I remember arguing quite a bit with the friend I originally watched That '70s Show with when we first saw this episode! We couldn't agree about who the extra butt was. 😂 Mystery solved. It's definitely Timmy.)

That's a wrap on S2xE26! Thanks for reading with me, your host, @thatseventiesbitch and stay tuned for more 😘

Other Scripts I've Posted:

S2xE20 "Kiss of Death" S2xE22 "Jackie Moves On" S5xE21 "Trampled Under Foot" S7xE8 "Angie"

[kirby-the-gorb]

reply roundup!

man apparently these are still hard even when I'm not Literally Dying anymore :v

the sad sale went great, thank you for all the support everyone <3 I bought shelves and makeup and paper star papers and stickers and a new blanket, plus it's helping cover my allowance until my wife starts getting paid. I am already thinking I might do another sale in november just for fun lol

my wife has started orientation at her program and she's having a great time, our partner and I are gonna go down to visit her in a couple weeks :) I also finished rearranging all my furniture now that her furniture isn't here and it only made me terribly ill once!

I am really enjoying everyone singing along on [live and learm], I love enthusiasm <3

on [stars] @korattata said: HEY THATS WHAT I'VE BEEN DOING ALL DAY!!!!! i just started learning last night! its a nice break at work to stop looking at the computer screen. they all still look a bit wonky and i think one of the sheets of paper is too thick but i'm just using paper i got from the supply closet and cut with the paper cutter lol

aw that's so cool! the ones that are like actually packaged for making paper stars are usually a bit thinner than printer paper, like other origami paper, but that also means they tear a lot more easily in the first step if you're not careful, so it's always a tradeoff. what a fun coincidence :>

on [hallway] @thesilentpotato said: the first thing i thought of was the "da dee la da dee la da" krabby patty zoom in scene from spongebob

lol I hadn't thought of that until you said it but you're so right (she is referencing [this scene] from the krusty krab training video for anyone unfamiliar)

(side note thank you to folks who put pronouns in easily findable places so I can refer to you correctly even if I don't know you <3 )

on [birthday] @joekingv1 said: *asks baby what gifts they received and if they would like to read/watch Komi Can't Communicate*

I never really got into komi because one of the side characters really squicks me out, but I have a friend that really loves it, so maybe they've watched it with her! I think they probably got to go somewhere fun for their birthday like a theme park or a zoo, and get a souvenir plush while they were there -u-

on [sheep] @ceylonsilvergirl [added] a different line for kirby, which I still think about regularly lol

on [pills] @minty-spice said: op i hope your health improves and your empire of pills eventually shrinks

thank you <3 honestly I'd be happy with just the first one, I don't mind all the pills so much as long as they're actually helping.

on [crackers] @amatsuki said: made a bunch of cold noodles today with cucumber carrot chicken & sesame peanut soy sauce. the only actual cooking i had to do was boil water and steam chicken

oh hell yeah cold noodles are a fantastic example of a basic food to go feral over. now I want noodles too.........

on [thinking] @adrawrable said: hope you're cozy op

not right now as I type this because it is Computer Work Time, but in general I am So Cozy these days, I have a whole queen bed to myself so it's full of big stuffed animals and fluffy blankets :) (tbh even once my wife moves back here we may just all have individual beds we all seem very comfy this way lol)

on [slam] @jeaniechibi said: we'll be right back ➡️ shshgdtsudtdidh why is every bit of art with a blurr effect so damn funny 🤣

it truly is, I love a thoughtfully applied motion blur (or perspective blur can be funny too) (altho tbh I don't use the perspective blur tool for those I just use separate layers and gaussian blur) (for anyone unfamiliar this is a reference to the eric andre show meme)

on [beehive] @galacticnova3 said: me @ wasp nests minus the frowning, little fellas doing their little fella activities. sometimes they squabble. the thinking man’s reality tv drama

true, true, gotta love little fella activities. personally I feel better observing from a safe distance, but we had a lot of wasps around my childhood home and I didn't really know how to get friendlier than not actively making them mad lol

anonymous asked: That profile is amazing

for some reason I don't feel like I understand, but thank you!

on [sale] @milkymoon-ramblings said: gahh why do so many people have so many cool probducts, the queers are tempting me with their cool swag. however I need to save money for my own cool swag (digital art)

I just love the phrase "the queers are tempting me with their cool swag", so relatable lol (also no worries to anyone who couldn't or didn't want to buy anything, it's not like I needed it to pay bills I just wanted treats :v )

on [solstice] @jaune-chat said: Definitely, the sun can fuck right off. I break into a rash if I get too much sun, and I can't walk outside without full body coverage to some degree or be itching for WEEKS! In order of preference, is fall, winter, spring, summer.

oof yeah my mom gets a bad rash from sun exposure too! I'm fortunate to not have that specific symptom, but dang it seems so inconvenient, especially if you're also sensitive to heat so being covered up puts you at additional risk. personally I rate winter a little higher than fall but otherwise yeah total agreement lol

on [rollerskates] @nexus-nebulae said: @ prev tags i used to daydream constantly about being able to roller skate everywhere because i would constantly think 'rolling would be way easier than dragging my feet everywhere rn' and it took me two months of constantly thinking about that before i realised OH i need a ROLLATOR that would help (<- i am not smart) i haven't actually tried roller skating bc i don't own skates but i have used a skateboard briefly and that also feels better than walking. i wonder.... if the roller skating rink nearby would allow me to use a rollator in the rink with skates on........ probably not lmao

honestly it takes so much to actually realize like "oh a mobility aid might help with this" which is like, a bad thing, but we're just gonna focus on the funny part for now happy disability pride month :v and tbh I think maybe they might let you do it??? cuz like at ice skating rinks they usually have those little penguins or just straight up plastic lawn chairs for people to support themselves on, so I don't think it would be that crazy to go out on the rollarink with a rollator? but also that's just me and I do not run the place or get paid minimum wage to keep people from breaking the place sooo lol

[shortpplfedup]

Of course I have fallen down an ITSAY/IPYTM rewatch rabbit hole the moment I have things to do. Instead of spamming @bengiyo lemme liveblog...

On Viki the new subs are chef's kiss. Grammar, tone, readability, idiom usage, much improved. I also FINALLY know what MoRaoYuLok means!

Man the fight they have at the temple after this middle school play is the EXACT same fight they have in the bathtub in IPYTM. Like the dialogue is almost word for word. I love that the same fight bookends the beginning and end of the acting dream for Oh Aew. HOW IS THIS SHOW STILL GIVING ME NEW TEAS YEARS LATER?

'I think someone like you will quit eventually' - cut to him quitting in IPYTM and them having this exact same fight. And people say Teh changed...HE NEVER DID.

If I could ask Boss one question I would ask him when Teh's dad died. Like...it haunts me. I feel like so much of Teh is explained by his dad's death. Like, does he die before or after the middle school play? Was it illness or incident? It's the last key to completely unlocking the character and I WANT IT.

I have so much more of an ear for Thai now than I did when I first watched this, and the difference in that plus the difference in the subs is making this a whole new experience.

I also now know what 'Saleng' means thanks to the subs. MLC's Leng's parents really named him after a sidecar motorcycle? Jail.

Man now that I know a smattering of Thai, Teh and Tarn were really basically dating. Like she had expectations, he'd made promises. He really just abandoned her to run after this boy he swore up and down he hated.

I always forget Oh Aew had 90 thousand Instagram followers. And he wasn't even showing feet. You know his DMs were wet. Oh Aew's influencer status needed to be explored more.

They actually translated some of these thirsty Instagram comments 🤣 'I want to be the red bean up there' referring to the red beans topping the oh aew dessert. HORNY JAIL FOR OH AEW'S INSTA FOLLOWERS.

Teh literally got under the covers and stared at this man's picture for WHO KNOWS HOW LONG.

WHY DID I START THIS?!

Hoon really treats Teh like an annoying little brother.

Teh and this pomade 🤣 THE RITUALS ARE INTRICATE AND ELABORATE.

This teacher really decided to roast Teh in front of everybody🤣

Teh really sitting here at this cafe dragging down the mood with his heavy vibes.

Man I forgot how petty Oh Aew could be 🤣 'Oh Bas you're so smart, so much smarter than dumbass Teh *bats eyelashes*

The friends really went through it with these two. You know how hard it is to maintain a friend group that includes two people who are in love/have beef? Yes I put those two things together. Kai n'em fighting for their lives this whole show.

Not Bas the New Friend putting his foot right in his mouth talking reckless about this Chinese play and the whole group bracing for impact. Nobody warned him these two are in love/have beef?

Oh Aew embarrassed as shit now, plan totally rumbled, not that Teh's dumbass even understood why he wanted to do a CHINESE PLAY WITH PEOPLE FROM DIFFERENT SCHOOLS.

'Didn't anybody tell you?' WHY Y'ALL AIN'T TOLD HIM INSTEAD OF LETTING HIM GO POPPING OFF AT THE MOUTH?

Man I had forgotten how subtle yet totally clear the acting in this was from jump. Billkin and PP's eyes, their face journeys, the small microexpressions, the body English...you know exactly what they're thinking at all times.

Teh: 'Oh? A Chinese play?' Mod n'em's facial expressions: 'Oh shit here we fucking go.' Bas's face: 'What just happened? Why'd the temperature drop 20 degrees?'

Oh Aew said leap if you're feeling froggy and they were really about to scrap over a 3-year old petty beef. Who says men aren't emotional?

Teh was out of order making fun of Oh Aew's grades and he knew it immediately too. Forever popping off at the mouth and instantly regretting it, from the beginning.

Bas looks so distressed that he caused this whole altercation. I'd actually really love to know Bas's perspective on this story, because from where he's sitting the whole thing is WILD.

It's really striking me on this rewatch how protective the friends are of Oh Aew, not just Bas but Phillip n'em as well. He always engenders such loyalty, whereas Teh is harder to love hence why he doesn't have other friends except their mutuals.

Oh Aew called Teh an asshole with his whole chest, love that for him. Teh was absolutely being an asshole.

Kai really like 'how y'all still beefing off some middle school shit and we about to be in COLLEGE? Let it go!' And you really get the feeling Oh Aew really did want to try to squash it until Teh came at him all RAH.

I never really got a sense of the dynamic between Oh Aew and his parents. It's clearly loving and supportive, but it doesn't seem terribly affectionate and it's maybe a little distant? Idk how much of my reading of it is due to it not really being foregrounded as compared to Teh's familial dynamic. But Teh is main character and Oh Aew is the love interest so Teh does get a deeper dive.

You forget all the time that Teh is totally the spoiled baby brat of his family.

In this scene where they're waiting for the admission results, you can see Oh Aew's stress level shoot up in real time when he realises Teh has entered the room. Teh has put in his head that he's not gonna make it, and he doesn't want Teh to see him fail (and probably gloat about it he's thinking). And then Teh FOLLOWS him...no wonder he runs away like Teh's the devil. Teh's literally number 1 on the admissions list and Oh Aew didn't make it. And he thinks there's no way he can make it through the admissions system so the dream's dead. With the hindsight of realising that everything Oh Aew did since their fight was a combination of wanting to prove to Teh he was wrong about him plus hoping that they could repair their broken relationship and be close again...ARGH this show will forever put me in my feels.

Oh Aew always looks so small sitting on that beach alone in this scene. It's been said a million times, but the filmmaking in this show absolutely slaps. That tracking shot following Oh Aew getting his bags from Teh and then walking away as Teh follows? So good...

You really feel the weight of Teh's apology here, how he first apologises for the immediate offence and then realises no, that's not all he feels guilty about. The apology is such an unburdening for him and you can feel the weight lift off him when Oh Aew accepts it. Also, Oh Aew's surprise and immediate surge of emotion at each stage of Teh's apology...ugh these boys acted DOWN, so detailed, so effective!

This show is built around Teh and Oh's conversations, they're so important to me for how raw and vulnerable they always are. Part of the reason things fall apart for them in I Promised You the Moon is that they stop talking to each other like this, because they're trying to be brave, or to be grown up, or to be considerate, or to hide how not fine they are.

For Oh Aew to say 'I forgive you but bitch I DESPISED you, I don't know if we can ever come back from that' was such a moment. Teh being forced to sit with the possibility that what he broke with his pride and selfishness might not ever be fixable, and deciding to try ANYWAY...see this is why despite him being the worst he's also the best.

No but Teh really went from calling that sidecar 'hideous' and 'embarrassing' to taking it everywhere because it could carry Oh Aew, and all the things he wanted to give Oh Aew. But this fool really packed up every school book he owned in a suitcase he stole from his brother and left his house at the crack of dawn to give them to Oh Aew. Down HORRENDOUS.

Oh Aew's smile before he answers Teh's ke yi ma always gets me.

Guess I'm back on my ITSAY/IPYTM bullshit

[alucarddear]

Instead of period smut how about some period fluff. Maybe y/n wakes up to find that her period had started and she accidentally made a mess on there shared bed and she’s super embarrassed.

A Little Accident

Her bleeding accident leads to offering herself up to her dhampir.

Note: You guys 😫 you really find ways to make me write about period huh. Period smut is still not gonna happen, but it’s funny that we’re negotiating period blood here. 🤣 So here, I took it in a different direction than what some of you want. Enjoy!

[She/her] Contains mentions of period blood and Adrian feeding on her. Fluff mostly! She bleeds, gets embarrassed, gets comforted, then—bonus—gets fed on FROM THE NECK lol. 🤍

“Alright, that’s enough,” Adrian chuckles as he pulls away, lips ghosting over hers. “Or we’ll never get out of bed.”

She receives one last peck before Adrian begins getting up and stretching a little, a hand coming up to stifle his short yawn.

It’s breakfast time. As much as she’d like to stay in bed and cuddle, dallying about will make them late for training, and she really doesn’t want that. After all, today’s practice will be all about tracking and hunting, which means her boyfriend will likely be showing her his wolf form!

She sits up, actually quite eager to start the day, and that’s when she feels it—she’s slightly damp and sticky down there. And when she looks down…

Oh, no. Is that…?

Just her luck. It appears she’d started bleeding in her sleep, and now there’s blood on the bed she shares with her dhampir, the dark red blotch stark against the white sheets.

She nearly shrieks, stopping Adrian in his tracks, and then she hastily covers the stain, slapping a hand over it on the mattress. He blinks at her in silent question and waits for her to catch up.

“Sorry, uhm, I’ll…” she clears her throat, pulse quickening a little. “Pancakes! Can you make me some pancakes, please? I’ll follow you down shortly.”

Why are you so twitchy? Stop being weird! It’s just a little stain.

She’s usually much better about tracking and predicting her menstruation, usually wearing her paddings even two days or so before she starts bleeding, but it looks like her cycle got the better of her this time around or she’d simply miscalculated. Now there’s blood stains on their shared bed.

This is so embarrassing!

She notices his eyes shift downward so she hurries him a little, gesturing unnecessarily with her hands to draw his gaze back up. “Pancakes, love? Please?”

His mouth purses. “Is everything fine?” And then he looks pointedly at the hand she’s covering her stain with and his mouth forms a little o shape, nodding in understanding.

“Sweetheart,” he sighs softly, a kind smile starting to form on his lips. “This is nothing to be embarrassed about. It’s fine; it happens. Why don’t you clean up first and then we’ll deal with the sheets later?” Besides, she makes better pancakes anyway…

“You—you know?” she all but squeaks.

“Of course I know,” he shrugs. “I’ve known the whole time, but I didn’t want to disturb your sleep.”

Oh, god. Of course he does! It’s still blood. He probably smelt it. The thought has her cheeks blooming in a rosey hue, hands coming up to cradle the heat in them.

“I hope it wasn’t too disgusting. Sorry,” she mumbles, sheepish.

“Disgusting?” he wants to laugh. Adrian pulls her towards him gently, hands rubbing up and down her upper arms reassuringly. “No, my love. You worry too much. And you forget that you’re talking to a part vampire. Maybe it’s not tantalising like fresh blood, no, but blood is still blood.” And now it’s his turn to blush.

“If anything, it gave me the urge to drink from you,” he admits, eyes quickly flitting to the vein on her neck where fresh, saccharine blood no doubt flows then back up to her eyes, and he watches her gasp, moist lips parting in surprise.

Adrian drags a hand through her silky tresses and leans in to capture her mouth in his in a tender kiss, fangs scraping against her bottom lip a little, making her shudder. And then he pulls back and tells her to just forget about it and—

“You can, if you’d like,” she cuts him off, absolutely entranced.

Her invitation has him nearly flinching away from her in shock, but she stills him with both hands fisted in his shirt.

I will not take advantage of you. Adrian shakes his head. “No, I couldn’t possibly—”

“I want you to.”

His senses tingle despite himself. The temptation has him gulping, clenching his hands in anticipation, but he decides still to reason with her. “You don’t know what you’re saying. You’re asking me to feed on you.”

“I do, and I am. Please? I trust you, Adrian.”

She doesn’t know what came over her just now, only that it feels… right, good, as if his fulfilment will please her too.

Her dhampir looks different now, she realises then. There is clear hunger in him. She sees it in the way his pupils have blown, in the fire in them, in the way he is licking at his lips, eyes zeroed in on her throat. He wants her and he can barely control himself, but God does he try.

Yet, she feels no fear. She wants it just as bad, if not even more. Just a little taste.

“I want you to have me.”

He shudders then, a needy groan—a whimper—escaping his lips, and then his fangs are extending, and he’s drawing her closer to him, caging her safely in his arms as if he isn’t just about to suck her life away. Like she hasn’t just placed it right in his hands.

He brushes her hair away from her shoulder and he places a soft kiss upon the skin there before he grasps the back of her head and pulls a little. In the next instant, Adrian is sinking his fangs into the flesh of her throat.

She gasps, unexpected pleasure spreading throughout her body in subtle tingles throughout her skin as her blood drains so very slowly into her lover’s mouth. His vice grip on her is the only thing keeping her upright.

In this moment, she’s in his hands completely. He can drain her of her blood and have her perish if he so wished, yet she feels oddly at peace. She realises then that she’s truly his—mind, body, soul. His completely. She wouldn’t have it any other way.