#>> Question though......where the hell do we go from here? I mean...there can always be more fluff possibilities everywhere so

[lcriedlastnight]

five times lando takes the lead + the one time you do | lando norris

○ tw: swearing, lando being cute, someone might find this a little toxic but i don’t so shh○

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : w/c: 5k of me projecting. it was my birthday today so here’s a present!

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1.correcting your posture.

you had told lando way back at the start of the year that your new years resolution was to fix your posture. you didn't expect him to really take in what you were saying because he was swamped with work emails and all the other shit he had to do to get ready for pre-season. it was a simple passing comment, hell you guys weren't even official when you had told him about it. why would he remember something so insignificant about someone he was casually seeing?

well you just assumed that he wouldn't, maybe that was just because you can't really remember anything small thing he had said to you in the very early days of your relationship so it made you feel bad if he did.

it was safe to say you did not do well with your resolution and had almost completely forgotten that you had even made it a resolution in the first place but it seemed like lando hadn't.

it was a race week this week and you had the privilege of joining lando this. before jetting off halfway across the world both lando and oscar had been asked to join zak and andrea at mtc just to go over some things about the car and the upcoming race. to be honest you didn't really know why but lando had asked if you wanted to come and you didn't even think before you accepted.

it was very busy as lando drove you in towards the the car park in his flashy car, it always made you feel like a pop star when lando drove you around and lando did it because he knew you loved pretending the paps were following after you after they discovered you with your new man (lando). he found it cute.

"c'mon then, sweetheart. let's get this over and done so we can get on the plane." lando says as he holds a hand out to help you out of the car. you and lando were heading straight to the airport after this 'meeting' so you were both in clothes more on the comfortable side. both repping some sort of mclaren merch of course. yours was most likey stolen from the driver himself.

you both meet oscar as you walk in. he's by himself so you ask about his own girlfriend and if she was attending the race. oscar shakes his head sadly, telling you she's focusing on her studies and you can't help admire her for that. you have always had a soft spot for lily, just like lando has for oscar you're sure.

a member of staff heards the three of you into a meeting room where zak and andrea are already waiting. seeing them both next to each other always makes you a little nervous for some reason, you never know why and lando loves to make fun of you for it. they both greet the three of you with smiles and you feel lando move himself closer to you, not wanting to show basically any pda in front of his bosses but wanting you to know he was here and still thinking of you. he ends up so close to you that your arms are grazing against each other.

zak starts the meeting off and you can't lie, you aren't listening one bit but you hope to god lando is because oscar is asking questions and nodding his head like it's important. you worry though when his hand comes to the small of your back to rub there slowly. oh there is no way that boy is listening to a word that's being said. god help him.

you try to listen in for lando because he clearly cannot be trusted to do it himself. it's difficult to understand but you have a whole flight to ask your boyfriend what it all means as you catch him up.

you actually feel like you're on a roll and actually taking in what both men are talking about when lando throws you off completely. his hand that was resting on the small of your back comes to lay in the middle of your shoulder blades, ultimately straightening your posture. you already feel it at the bottom of your back and you feel the urge to sag back down again but lando's other hand is forcing you to stay in the position that he wants. it makes you feel warm but you try to push it to the back of your mind as you mentally take notes for the incapable boy.

the meeting wasn't too long, which now made sense in your mind as to why they didn't ask you all to take a seat but lando made you stand like that for the rest of the meeting. zak and andrea wish you both a safe flight before bidding everyone goodbye. oscar turning in his spot to exit the room and lando's hands forcing you to do the same. halfway down the corridor he removes both his hands and grabs your hand with one of his, now free ones. every time you drop your shoulders down you feel a little nudge and you are straightening up right away. lando squeezes your hand every time you do what he silently asks.

once you both are back in the car and lando is driving you both to the airport, that is when you ask him about it.

"what was all of that about?" you ponder, eyes flitting all over his pretty face as he drives like it's his second nature (it one hundred percent is).

"didn't you say you wanted to straighten your posture up?" lando questions, like he actually looks confused on why you would ask him that. he's acting like it was a common occurance but it doesn't piss you off, no instead you just smile. you just can't believe he remembered something so small and boring about you and tried to make it happen when you forgot about it.

the flight was filled with you trying to explain what it was exactly that zak and andrea had told you and oscar in the meeting room at mtc.

2. he keeps you feeling safe.

it was a really good race for lando today, he had begged you to come out clubbing with him which had made no sense to you whatsoever because wasn't going out clubbing a way to de-stress without your girlfriend? well it didn't matter what you thought because lando was literally on his knees in front of you in your hotel begging you to come. of course it was a joke and he was doing it get a laugh out of you so you would accept his offer but it really set you off balance seeing lando like that.

he was supposed to be the one that made you feel like getting to your knees and begging for something, joke or not. getting a taste of the roles being reversed made you wish for the way it usually was with the two of you. you didn't do too well with change.

"okay, okay, if i agree will you get up?" you ask him, the change clearly sends waves of discomfort through your body and because lando knows you too well, he knows this.

lando smirks up and you and replies with a simple, "yeah."

that's how you end up jumping into a quick shower to get yourself ready for the night ahead. lando is also in the hotel bathroom while you're showering. he makes sure to make his presence known as he clatters about, searching through his toiletry bag for his (your) favourite cologne. you love the homely feeling that rushes through you as lando makes conversation with you as a way of staying close to you when you're getting ready. he never fails to make you feel wanted.

you don't know how this is the first time since you had started dating lando that you were both going clubbing together because you were sure it was known worldwide that he loved a good night out. it made you feel special that he wanted you to come with him tonight. and to celebrate an amazing weekend, not just for lando but for the whole team. you hoped oscar and lily would be making an appearance, you had missed spending time the girl and you were both a little more introverted than some of the other wags, so you knew that if she was there you would have someone the entire night. not that you were expecting lando to leave you alone - you were just planning for a worst case senario.

lando walks over to you as you're standing in the bathroom trying to slip in a pair of earrings he had actually gotten you before you had even started dating, in front of the vanity mirror. you were struggling, you couldn't remember the last time you had a reason to wear earrings, never mind ones this fancy.

the brunette's arms snake around your waist as his chin sits on your shoulder, admiring you from the mirror. you looked beautiful to him everyday but in this dress? he remembers picking it out for you when he was at a boutique in japan earlier this year and just imagining you in it made his heart race. this had been the first time you had worn it besides the time you tried it on for him after he brought it home for you.

"look at you. don't know how i'm going to keep my hands off of you tonight, love." lando speaks into your shoulder, leaving soft, gentle kisses in his wake. his words make you flustered but you have no time to respond because lando is talking again.

"osc and lily are outside in a car waiting for us. i'm pretty sure max is coming out too." lando murmurs, a subtle demand for you to hurry up and get downstairs, which you blindly follow.

your eyes light up at the mention of your fellow mclaren wag tagging along. lily, like you, was never one for clubbing and to be honest neither was oscar but you knew how great of a weekend this was for mclaren and weren't too surprised the young australian wanted to join you and your boyfriend in the celebrations. you were surprised that his girlfriend was coming though. surprised and elated.

lando just smiles at the delight in your eyes before giving the back of your dress a light tug to get you moving. minutes later you're clinging to his arm as you are both exiting the fancy hotel lobby and out into the mild evening. you see the car waiting for you as soon as you leave the spinning doors.

the ride to the fancy club was filled with you chatting away to lily, the poor girl couldn't get a word in edgeways but she didn't seem to mind much, just listening to your work stories with a grin on her face, nodding when it was polite to do so. if you didn't know someone you were proper shy and never mustered up more than a simple sentence or two, but if you knew the person? god, let's just hope they brought earplugs because it was almost impossible to shut you up.

the night had been going perfectly and to your knowledge it still was. you were stood up at the bar with lando while you waited on your drinks and lando was talking to some guy, you didn't listen to his name because to be quite frank, you didn't really care what it was.

as much as lando was one for showing you off and wanting to constantly have his hands on you, he was never one for doing it in public, where he couldn't control who see what. it just never sat right with him so he just kept it as minimal as possible with hand holding. you knew this so of course you didn't try and force him to do anymore, even though you were a very clingy drunk.

so when lando comes to stand directly behind you and wrap his arms around you, just like back at the hotel in front of the mirror, it shocks you. you knew lando was barely drunk so you had no clue why he was getting so touchy with you, especially when he was mid conversation with someone. you don't want to interrupt his conversation by asking him why so you just lean into his touch and continue waiting. it isn't long before the bartender slides your drinks across the table, apologising for the wait. you shrug it off and spin in lando's hold to give him his drink.

"thank you, love." lando smiles and presses a quick kiss to the corner of your lips. in your intoxicated state it makes you all blushy and giggly. you're sure you hear lando make up some excuse about having to leave before he's leaving the man at the bar and moving you back to the booth, back to all your friends. as you sit down at the edge, lando stands in between your legs, looking down at you with what can only be described as heart eyes.

"what was all that about?" you ask him, gentle eyes peering up at his. lando's gaze darkens just as touch as you question him about his sudden urge to touch you and hold you close. he shrugs before putting your drink onto the table and pulling your head close to his stomach.

"he was staring at your arse." lando answers simply, voice filled with possessiveness. you don't even respond, just smile into his loose fitting t-shirt. you notice your makeup stains it but lando wears it proudly, wanting everyone to know you are his.

3. he tells you what to do (in a sweet way)

a lot of people thought that lando telling you what to do and basically bossing you about was weird. you didn't think so but apparently almost all of your friends thought so. it wasn't like lando was mean about it, he was so fucking sweet to you all the time it literally made you melt sometimes. the way that anyone thought that lando wasn't head over heels in love with you baffled you to no end.

to explain, lando knew you better than you knew yourself. he knew what you wanted to eat before you had even realised you were hungry. you were so easy to read to him, but that meant that the driver also knew how indecisive you were and how anytime you were faced with a decision that was even mildly difficult your brain, quite literally, short circuited. it was something that up until you met lando and he had gotten to know you, that had caused you major problems. but now with lando here, he made the decisions for you because he knew what you wanted even when you didn't.

neither of you really stopped to think about how it would look to someone outside of your relationship because, well why would you? to you and lando, anyone else's opinion on your relationship didn't matter. at the end of the day it was what made you and your boyfriend happy. and this way just worked for you both.

the first time you noticed other people maybe gave a second thought to what you and lando had was when you were invited to a close friend of your sister's baby shower. you both had grown up together and since your older sister couldn't make it due to being on holiday at the time, she had invited you and told you to bring someone along with you. you didn't really know that men weren't really that common at a baby shower so you, of course, asked lando to accompany you.

you had to ask nicely for lando to take the most normal looking car he had so you two didn't stand out too much, not wanting to be the talk of someone else's baby shower. that would make you feel horrible.

your sister's friend cheers your name as she opens the door after you give a few polite knocks. you stand hand in hand with lando and you will never forget the look on her face when she saw him standing with you. you knew it wasn't because she recognised lando, but because there was a literal man at her baby shower. a man she didn't even know, nonetheless.

"hi. uh come on in?" it's phrased as a question, it's how you know the poor girl is still puzzled. you feel a little bad no matter how funny it is.

she leads both you and lando to a beautifully decorated gazebo, filled with baby pink banners. well at least you now know she's having a girl. you feel bad for lando more and more as you sit down on the free seats by the entrance and realise there are no other males here at all. you had to make it up to him later, you supposed. you told him as much but he shook his head and said he was going to have fun. you doubted that but let him believe it anyway.

a few drinks in and the previous tension that was lingering from not really knowing anyone here had disappeared and you were now chatting away now you had some of that liquid courage.

just as you finish up your conversation with the girl on your right (you know it's horrible but for the life of you, you can't remember her name) lando turns to you and says, "go and get a glass of water." and if that didn't raise a few eyebrows then you doing so without any hesitation whatsoever, would've.

what everyone didn't know though, was that you didn't want to get drunk at a baby shower and although you felt just the appropriate amount of drunk for an event like this, lando knew that anymore would tip you over the edge, hence his instructions. and you follow because why would lando tell you to do something if it wasn't in your best interest? you did have to admit though it was funny watching everyone silently lose their shit when you two did this. you both agreed it would never get old.

4. he helps you through a crisis

it was clear to anyone who knew the both of you that in your relationship, although you were both prone to worrying and panicking, you trumped lando. he had even begun to suspect you had some sort of unknown anxiety disorder from the silly little things you worried about.

the thing that shocked him most though was that you thought it was normal to feel like that, normal to worry about silly little things that don't really matter that much in your day to day life. ever since you had started waking up on your own you had set at least ten alarms on your phone and it annoys the fuck out of lando but he has never mentioned it to you because he knows the reasons behind it and yelling at you will do nothing but make you worry more. why do you set so many alarms for the next morning? well, because you may sleep in of course! lando understands that, of course he does, even though he doesn't really get the whole being worried about being late thing, he understands. it's when you set ten alarms when you both don't have any plans the next day. and when you sleep through every single one of them because he tired you out the night before. it killed him.

so it was safe to say you were a worrier, much more than your other half. even though you worry an abnormal amount, lando knew how to keep a level head and even learned how to talk some sense into your more sillier worries. this one wasn't one of those though.

you were due to start your brand new college course and god if you hadn't gone through every single situation that could go wrong in your mind about a million times until you had made yourself mentally sick. lando, obviously, noticed this and took you out for a day of buying new clothes and supplies that you would need for your course. bless his heart for trying to distract your horrible mind.

"what about here? does this do cute clothes? i liked that outfit they had at the window." lando mentions as he gestures to some store you had never set foot in before.

"not sure." is all you reply with. lando's not quite sure exacly where you are in your mind but he knows your travelling down that horrible, panicking road quite quickly and he needs to find a way to get your mind off of it and onto something else.

unfortunately, he isn't quick enough and you're halfway to a panic attack and right in the middle of the shopping square is the last place you want to have it. lando's thumb is swiping across your hand trying to ground you but it's not enough, you can feel the heavy pressing on your chest, like cement is filling it up.

lando can always tell when you're about to go into a panic attack. you either get quite and shut him out, trying to push him away (for some reason unbeknown to him) or you get mean and say a lot of stuff that you don't meant at all and regret almost as soon as you say it. this time you were quiet so lando tries to lead you somewhere less busy, wanting you away from everyone's eyes.

almost as soon as you're alone your breathing picks up and you just let yourself panic. you sink to the floor as you heave in breaths but lando is quick to follow you down to hold your hands and try and will you back to him.

"hey, c'mon now love. you know what to do. give me five things you can see." lando says, voice all warm and syrupy. it makes your insides melt and weirdly makes you feel better already.

although this way is a lot less demanding and raises a lot less eyebrows it's one you appreciate a ton, maybe even more than the others. it made you feel seen, like he actually knew you and wanted to help you even when you were at your most vulnerable and needed a helping hand into getting back to your normal, bubbly self again.

5. he distracts you without even knowing (he knows)

it's been said by many people many different times throughout the course of yours and lando's realtionship that you both know each other inside and out. it's so easy for people, like his fans who only get a glimpse into your time spent together, to see that you know each other like the back of your hand.

there is one specific moment that goes very viral on tiktok that you have to admit, anytime one comes up on your for you page you give save it to your favourites to watch during those times when you miss lando just a little more than usual.

lando can tell when your mind isn't one hundred per cent focused on something, just like you can tell when he is letting his mind wander to what film he was going to force you to watch later on that evening. the tiktok that had went viral was a prime example of this. lando's best friend, max had went live at the flat you and lando shared. you were supposed to be studying for an assignment you had to complete at the end of the week but instead both boys had ended up distracting you from your studies. it didn't bother you at all, or else you wouldn't have sat in the same room as them. okay maybe you would've but it wasn't your fault you were obsessed with your boyfriend.

max was answering some of the questions that were popping up in the chat as lando sat alongside him, chiming in whenever he felt it necessary. his eyes were focused more on you and what you weren't doing. you could tell by the stern look in his eyes that he was trying to tell you to get back to studying or else he would kick you out of the room so you would actually work, and you didn't want that so you put your head back down and try to focus.

it doesn't last longer than five minutes because max is then making a funny joke about the amount of times lando had tried to fix his toaster and failed and it kept you fairly distracted, much to lando's chagrin.

a few more stern looks were thrown your way and every time you focus back on your work, only to get distracted again minutes later. lando had never seen you so easily distracted before, it was actually quite amusing if he wasn't so bothered about you actually studying so you could pass the class and the assignment.

the next time lando sends you a look over the camera you aren't even watching him, eyes pretending to read whatever was on your own computer as you smile and try to hold a laugh in at whatever max was saying. this pissed lando off to an extreme he knew he shouldn't be at. he was just worried for you, you had told him the night before about how tonight was the only night you could pack this much studying in. he knew he shouldn't have let max stream here tonight. he knew his friend would serve as a great distraction from something you didn't even want to do in the first place.

once max quietens to read the stream you hear three firm taps on the table and although you have never heard anything of the sort before in your life, you just know it's lando telling you silently to get on with your work without saying it in front of the stream and making you both look bad. you wanted to keep some parts of your relationship out of the limelight and this one was one of them.

you shuffle around in your college bag and find your headphones, slipping them on to let yourself fully concentrate. the sight pleases lando and not just because you picked up on his silent gesture and actually listened to him but because you were doing what you said you had to get done today. lando was a firm believer in setting small goals, like studying for an hour, and achieving them. you knew for a fact that once max left, lando would be showering you with praise and kisses.

+1 you tell him what to do

you knew the dynamic in the relationship and you were not big on change at all nor were your instincts anything like your boyfriends. you always wanted to listen and never tell others what to do. you used to do that and you were called bossy, so you vowed never again.

you were quite happy with lando and how your relationship was but there was some times where you had to put a foot down and actually make a decision because this was something that lando maybe had no clue about.

you had just gotten home from what seemed like one of the most gruelling shifts at work and all you wanted was to come home and crash in lando's arms. all the way home your brain kept repeating, thank fuck it's friday and i don't have to anything tomorrow.

once you finally arrive home, it feels like entering the gates of heaven. that is until you notice that lando isn't in any of his usual places when you return home and instead is in front of your vanity mirror, applying some moisturiser on his face. he only does that when he's going out. the thought of him leaving right now makes you want to flip out but instead you keep calm and enter the room.

"hi, love." lando greets as soon as you slump into the room and trape towards him. you quite easily fall into his embrace. it's then that you notice he's wearing his going out clothes and that he was almost definitely going to be leaving you tonight. you nearly tear up just thinking about laying alone in your bed tonight because were you fuck in the mood for joining him tonight, not after the shift you just had.

you mumble back something you're sure can be considered a greeting and you rest your head in the crook of his neck. lando's arms move around your back as he hums all soft and gentle like. it's almost like he's trying to lull you to sleep while you're standing with him. you also catch a whiff of his aftershave and it makes you want to cry, he smells so good and exactly like how lando is supposed to smell. you need him to stay with you tonight.

"you goin' out?" you mumble once more, it's a miracle he can even hear you, but he does as he responds just as nicely as he did before. it almost makes you forget that he is planning on leaving you.

"yeah, it won't be a late one." he tells you.

you don't respond just let yourself rest in his embrace and cling on tighter every time he tries to pull away, telling you that he's going to be late if he doesn't leave right now. as if you actually cared. once it gets to the point where lando is desperately trying to get you off of him, that's when you finally speak up.

"you're not leaving me tonight. i need you here." you don't ask, you demand it. if he left you right now you were so sure that you would cry so hard and not stop until he came home. you were also in no state of mind or just state in general to be taking care or a drunk or even a tipsy lando. as much as you loved that version of your boyfriend, all you wanted tonight was to fall asleep in his arms to some dumb film that was on comedy central.

"i'm not?" lando questions, amused. before he can even say anything more your hands are gripping him harder and in turn that pulls him closer to you.

as it turns out lando isn't too keen on leaving tonight either and you both end up ordering a takeout and getting some snacks to have a cute night in with one another. it was exactly what you needed after this hell of a week. you didn't think you were even being demanding but lando always joked that this night was the most demanding he had ever seen you and he knew for a fact he loved it and wanted to see more of it. one thing lando loved more than anything was learning knew things about you.

[chrollohearttags]

hard to breathe • portgas d. ace

seeing your ‘ex’ boyfriend ace one last time for closure..or so you thought. (based off of this song I’ve been obsessed with for months. It’s ‘old’ but I felt like it fit him and the vibe of this fic)

📝: black fem!reader, lots of relationship angst, modern au, heavy kissing, arguing + lots of dialogue, they’re slightly toxic ( y’all both ain’t shit I’m sorry 😭), riding, car sex, dirty talk, breeding, baby trapping (kinda), infidelity, hair pulling, pet names and daddy used, crying

wc: 4.1K

🎙️: I love writing my faves in a bunch of different scenarios, including ones that aren’t typical for their personality. This is in no way condoning toxicity, infidelity or anything of the sort. I just thought it would be a lil fun to experiment.

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“Where are you right now?”

“I should be with you..”

“You know that’s not a good idea..”

“Yeah, but it’s what we both want..who cares if it’s wrong or not?”

3:30am

the deep drawl on the other end of the line luring you in with each word..it always had a tendency to do so, even when you wished you could just ignore it.

“Ace, what the hell do you want from me? Stop this.”

“C’mon, babe. It’s the truth. Don’t tell me you’re feeling guilty..what did I tell you? You’ve got to stop giving so much a damn about what other people think.”

“Go to hell. Not everyone can just mistreat people like it’s nothing.”

it was a shame honestly..this type of behavior was so unbecoming of both of you. A sweet girl who didn’t like to make much of a fuss for anyone or over anything. And him, the shining example of a stand up guy. Charming, kind, helpful, a little rough around the edges but what every man should strive to be. Yet here you were..whispering into the speaker of your phone as to not wake the one in the room next to you. A mere replacement to dull the ache in your heart caused by him and his stupidity. Meanwhile, he was chuckling in your ear. Seemingly teasing you because he could sense the tension in your shaky voice. He knew you’d bolt the second you heard a ruffle from the other room…but he also knew you’d never hang up. Knew you couldn’t resist answering in the first place and for damn sure, that you couldn’t resist his offer…

“I want to see you. I can be at your place in ten..”

“Are you out of your fucking mind? It’s late, Ace..and—“

“And what? Afraid your little boyfriend might wake up? I know it’s not because you don’t want to see me either.”

“You’re a piece of work, you know that? How dare you? You ended things, Ace. Not me. So why the fuck do you keep hitting me up?”

the line would fall silent for a moment..only the shallow echoes of your breath captured on the opposite end. That was until you’d hear a sigh and his voice once more. This time with a much less arrogant tone.

“Listen, (y/n)..I get it. I fucked up..it’s my fault things turned out this way and I’m sorry. I know I can’t go back or change anything that happened between us but I can try to make it right. Even if it means someone else gets to do what I couldn’t…I just wanted a chance to apologize. In person…which I should’ve been man enough to do from the jump.”

the things in question? Your relationship..a bond of three years to be exact and a union everyone was certain would end in the two of you walking down the aisle. However, life has a funny way of throwing even the biggest of curveballs. This man had all but swept you off your feet one night a few summers ago..both out with friends and enjoying the night life as young singles should. Drinking, laughing and having a blast. Even though you were a bit more on the reserved side, he still managed to spot you out of all the beautiful women in that club that night. And trust, a fair share of them had been vying for his attention. Even so, he couldn’t focus on anyone but you. That was one of Ace’s many wonderful qualities. In a room full of people, he managed to make you feel special..as if you were the only one there. Which wasn’t exactly intentional..his biggest issue was that he tried to be friendly, trying his hardest not to hurt anyone’s feelings anymore. He struggled with his anger quite a bit when he was younger, taking next to nothing to set him off and if he was in the midst of conversation with one person, it was best that no one else tried to interrupt. However, he realized that only caused trouble so he always tried to greet someone regardless. It just didn’t fare very well when it came to women. No girl wants someone that it seems everyone can access to!

But alas, you sat in that section next to him; nursing your drinks and exchanging pleasantries. He was so easy to talk to. He had this awkward yet charming charisma about him. Almost as if despite his good looks, he wasn’t the ‘ladies man’ you’d peg him to be off first glance. Somehow though, he managed to get your number and the rest was history. You began hanging out, going on a couple dates..even spending a weekend together after a bad storm trapped the two of you inside of his apartment. You really enjoyed being around him and as time passed, the bond grew stronger. Six months later, you came over to visit and found yourself greeted by smoke and an obviously frustrated Ace covered in soot..a result of him attempting to cook a dinner to formally ask you to be his girlfriend! It was those goofy yet sweet gestures that made you adore him.

perfectly flawed was the best way to describe him in your book…maybe he made mistakes and maybe he didn’t come from this picturesque family but he was a damn good guy doing his best to be better than what he was used to. He was a hard worker and willing to fight for what he wanted.

You cherished every moment you guys got to spend together and at one point, you even got matching tattoos of half hearts on each of your hands..however, things began to crumble in the once ideal world you had curated together.

going from laughing all the time to petty arguments that seemed intentional. From spending late nights together..making love until the sun shines over your bodies..now you were blowing up his phone to see where he was. You began to suspect that he was cheating. Perhaps somewhere with another woman. But you were wrong..truth be told, he was running.

running away from a healthy home and relationship because he didn’t know how to handle it. Didn’t know how to process being loved unconditionally without expecting the worst to happen…he never figured himself to be good enough for you to begin with but here you were..constantly showering him with affection; buying him gifts, making his favorite meals and even surprising him with massages after long, stressful days at work. You were everything he didn’t deserve! Hence why..he felt the need to blow it up before it could escalate. He couldn’t let you continue treating someone like him as if he were special. Three weeks later, he texted you asking to break up and to say you were devastated? Was an understatement. You loved this man so damned much, you had already begun looking at wedding dresses and contemplating baby names, figuring you guys were in this for the long run. But fairy tales don’t exist and you weren’t getting the story book ending. Instead, you were left heartbroken..trying to piece yourself back together and figure out what went wrong.

“Just one last time, that’s all I’m asking. I want to say I’m sorry and then I’m out of your hair for good, I promise. I won’t bother you ever again..”

a solid compromise, you supposed. Besides, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to look him in his eye and tell him to go fuck himself for how he fumbled you. He’d plead, calling your name until he got a response and finally:

“I’ll be in the lobby, call me when you get here.” Before disconnecting the line and releasing a heavy sigh. You fought back tears but in order for the next chapter of your life to begin, you had to finish this one. But the funny thing about some books…

is that they refused to remain closed!

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“..it’s nice to see you again. You look beautiful as always—“

“Enough of the small talk. State your business and make it quick.”

the two of you sat parked outside of your luxury apartment complex, downstairs in the desolate parking garage. Your arms folded across your chest in a defensive manner and his stretched across the steering wheel..that goofy snark on his face as he kissed his teeth. He knew you were fighting so hard to stand firm in your boundaries, something you struggled with in the past. And truthfully, he hated to disrupt that peace…but he was selfish, gluttonous even. He wasn’t always this nice guy everyone saw him as. He wanted to have his cake and eat it too and if that meant he’d leave your head a mess once again then so be it. A fucked up sentiment but the truth nonetheless..

“…damn. It's like that then? Fair enough..”

turning in his seat, Ace shifted and focused his attention directly on you. It was hard to maintain eye contact because how could he face you after such a betrayal? Even so, this was his bed he made and it was time to lie in it.

“The truth is...I was afraid. One day, you’d wake up and realize that I wasn’t what you thought I was. That I was broken and I didn’t have my shit together. It’s like no matter what I did in my life, I found a way to fuck it up. Make a mess of things..I’m not like you, (y/n). Honestly, what could you possibly see in me? Don’t you want someone who’s your equal?”

by this time, tears were beginning to swell in his eyes as well. The more he spoke, he realized that these feelings of insecurity were always within him. You promised yourself that you were just going to give him a piece of your mind, storm out and never have to see him again. But it was never that easy with this man.

you knew he was genuine and not just trying to victimize himself. He honestly felt like you could do so much better. But he also knew by the look in your eyes that you were not going to let him get away so easily.. You didn’t hate him, hell, you couldn’t even bring yourself to fully get angry with him for what he did. Looking down, Ace would begin to chuckle; a weird coping mechanism for him in times of stress and uttered the last words you wanted to hear.

“And after all this time, all the bullshit I put you through..you still love me, don’t you? That’s the only reason you’re still sitting here..the only reason you didn’t hang up. When you’re done with something, you never give it a second thought.” sitting cross armed, you’d begin to laugh. Not at his hurt but at the fact that for the first time in almost five years of knowing him, you saw him show genuine, raw emotion. You saw him finally let down his guard and be himself…as sad as it was, it was a bit cathartic.

“Wow…so you are capable of communicating your feelings and there isn’t a ten foot wall of bullshit in that head of yours.” Poking the side of his temple playfully..

“Of course I love you. I never stopped, you inconsiderate jackass. What did I ever do to you? That’s all I could ask myself. You keep talking about me deserving better and all of this bullshit..who gave you the right to decide what I wanted and what I deserve? Shouldn’t I have a say too? You left because it was easy, Ace. Instead of working through it with me, you ran because you don’t want anyone thinking you’re weak. That’s not how relationships work..we’re supposed to see each other at our worst, our best..good and bad days. If you feel insecure about anything, you did it to yourself because you were perfect to me and you know damn well I never made you feel anything less than.”

those words stung like none other. And honestly, no matter what he said, there wasn’t a good enough excuse for any of his behavior. You said it best..he was selfish, immature and didn’t think clearly. Ace had a knack for marching to the beat of his own drum and damn the consequences.

“..you’re right, (y/n). It’s my fault..and I can’t take any of it back…” suddenly, you’d feel his hand clutch the top of your own, intertwining your fingers as he stared you in the eye.

“..but I can try to fix it. Fix us..let me make this right. Please…if you’re happier with someone else, then there’s nothing I can do. But—“ In that moment, (y/n) had finally heard all that you could take. Reaching over the console, you’d clutch his face in your palm and shove your lips together. The sensation of that warm kiss sent a surge throughout your body..a spark you hadn’t felt since the day he left.

“Are you done? God, I swear you talk too damn much.” Prompting him to laugh as you held the side of his face. He was a little taken aback by your sudden dominance. Not knowing you to ever take control like this but he wasn’t mad about it one bit..

“..why’d you kiss me? What about your boyfriend?” A question as disrespectful as it was rhetorical.

“You’re as dumb as you are cute sometimes. You think I came all the way out here at three am to chit chat? Nut uh, you owe me..also, you’re a greedy bastard. No way you’re letting me go back in that apartment unless it’s with you." By this time, your hands were roaming his chest and your faces were only inches apart. His lips would curl into a sheepish grin before his palm snaked to the back of your neck, tugging your head towards him.

“..what can I say, babe? I’m just too damn stubborn..I always have to get my way.” And with that, you’d find your tongues joined together again. Twirling around one another with heavy whimpers mixed in. Suddenly, you’d find yourself crawling into the driver's seat and onto his lap. Just as you’d suspected, he’d worn those gray sweats you’d always loved to see him in and a black tank top to display his muscles, along with a newly acquired tattoo.

This man was not slick at all! Even so, his little tactic worked because all those memories of late nights and early mornings with him came rushing back. When you’d find yourself sneaking out on lunch breaks at work just to come eat his dick up or when he’d show up at your apartment around midnight because he’d work the closing shift again. With a bottle of wine and the intention of putting you through the mattress in every position after two glasses got you turned on. It was always exciting and spontaneous with Ace, something your ‘new man’ lacked. Slowly winding in his lap as you continued to make out, (y/n) caressed his torso..missing the familiar touch of his skin, taking in the scent of his cologne and immersing yourself in him. He’d run his thumbs across your throat, gently squeezing as you took his bottom lip between his teeth.

“You’re so beautiful..I missed you.” “Yeah? You missed me, baby?” Teasing him as you bounced your ass against his crotch, subtly twerking on his visible bulge. Caressing your gentle fingertips across his freshly shaven jawline. You could feel him growing harder underneath him and knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. Even kissing on his neck and licking on his jugular. “Mmmm..fuck. Pull that dress up and I’ll show you just how much.” Without a single bit of hesitation, you lifted the hem and allowed your bare cheeks and slit to graze him. Shuffling around underneath you, Ace slid his thumbs into the sides of those sweats, letting them pool around his waist. Meanwhile, he couldn’t stop marking your neck and lips with tender kisses..or apologizing for how stupid he was! Being here with you again brought back a flood of memories and emotions..ones that he never wanted to lose again. He needed this to be real once more. However, you weren’t much for talking right now..if he wanted to win his girl back, all you needed were actions.

“Why are you still talking? Just fuck the shit out of me before I grow a conscience and change my mind.” Your command being heard loud and clear; forcing him to grip your waist and balance you above that aching tip. Swollen red and seeping with precum, he was eager for you and that warm cunt was welcoming him in.

“Yes ma’am..whatever you say.” Following up his remark with a toothy smirk so you knew he was going to deliver and give you exactly what you were looking for. (Y/N) reclined against the steering wheel for a moment as he slowly infiltrated that entrance. That core drooling as he made home inside of you. Both of your heads fell backwards in a haze of pleasure…enjoying the all too familiar feeling of being one!

“Shiiit..why are so fucking tight? Oh my gosh..” those breathy moans and whines escaped his mouth the second he began thrusting. Not even two pumps in and he was trying to maintain his composure. With you though, he failed pretty quick. Reacclimating to the warmth that was your insides was going to be a challenge. Even so, he’d continue to guide you up and down on his shaft, letting that thick cock stretch open those wet folds.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Take this dick…just like that..” Meanwhile, (y/n)’s mouth fell ajar, overstimulated by the sensation already. You’d paw at his chest, holding onto him as he maneuvered you to his liking. Using your body like that of a flesh light. “’s so good. Missed this big fucking dick.” Hearing those words elicited another chuckle from Ace, prompting him to cradle the back of your neck in a dominant manner, pulling you close. “Yeah? Your little boyfriend ever fuck you like this?” Questioning through clenched teeth as he continued guiding your lower half..

those soft insides wrapping around him with each stroke. You’d then feel the tight clutch of his hand on the back of your head, tugging at those freshly styled wefts coursing down your back..he was aware of the minute fortune you spent each month to upkeep your beauty. From the thousand dollar hair appointments, nail salon visits and waxes..even so, he didn’t give a damn! Turning his gorgeous girl into a sloppy slut was his favorite pastime. A toothy grin on his face, watching your swollen tits bounce and drool seep from the corners of your mouth, along with the loud moans following suit.

“..I’ll take that as a no. You’re squeezing me like you haven’t come in ages, babe.” Those taunts harbored more truth than you’d care to admit. As shameful as it was to be cheating, you’d never be happy with someone who couldn’t give you a nut! Hypocritical as it was abhorrent, you too would never be satisfied until you got what you desired. And that desire was the guy slamming balls deep up inside of you at the moment. Pounding that sensitive little core..letting that fat mushroom tip split you open and begging for that sweet cunt to siphon him for every last drop of cum he had. “You’re fucking dripping..you must’ve needed this bad. Goddamn..” referring to the creamy release you had drizzling his cock. Making a mess of his lap. “Y—yeah..you’re the only one who can make me cream like this.” Cock drunk and giggling as he catapulted you up and down. The vehicle began to sway due to the heavy activity taking place and the windows also began to fog up as a result. That’s when you’d feel his palms colliding with your asscheeks, egging on your bouncing. It was in the midst of those heavy handed smacks that he’d begin pleading his remorse. Telling you how sorry he was for how he mistreated you. As cute as it was, you weren’t interested in any half assed apologies, but rather….

”…if you’re really sorry, you’ll nut in me. This is your pussy so act like it..” Uttering those words with a wide smile on your face whilst meeting his strokes with heavy bounces..nearly made Ace convulse. He loved when you spoke to him in such a domineering manner. You’d feel a sudden twitch inside of you and his hands guiding you as you slammed down on that cock. Your cheeks grazing the outer rim of the steering wheel..both of you so close to your peak that you’d claw into one another’s skin.

Covered in a sheen of sweat and saliva..begging the other to get you there and revealing all of your deepest confessions for one another..including the fact that he wanted you to be his forever and that you weren’t leaving this parking lot without him. You’d clearly chosen who you wanted to be with.

“…damn right it’s my pussy, princess. I don’t care who you bring home. You belong to me and I belong to you..no one else can come between that. Ever again.”

not to mention..you were begging for his cum yet again. You’d often divulge in the throes of pre-climatic bliss that you wanted to have his kid..be so full of his seed that there was no way you weren’t pregnant and Ace certainly had no objections to it. Maybe it was the sensation of being cream pied or the fact that you really wanted a family with him. Either way, he constantly fantasized about seeing you full with his seed; how adorable you’d look with a bump and he just couldn’t maintain his composure.

“Yes..please come in me. Want your baby—“ having to laugh again at how cute and pathetic you were becoming. But alas, there was no room for shame right now. You’d plead with your last breath to feel that womb stuffed again.

“That right, gorgeous? Does my pretty girl want me to get her pregnant?..” “Yes, nut in this fucking pussy, daddy. Please!” certainly a far cry from the headstrong woman who was yelling at him before. Now, you were reduced to a desperate little cumslut, pleading to be bred. Luckily, you didn’t have to wait long. After experiencing your second orgasm in close succession, Ace would pin you down and force his cock up into you, going as fast as he could muster. “Don’t worry, you’re gonna take every drop. You’re going to have my baby and I’m going to take such good care of you both. Gonna marry you—be a better man this time around..” That soft flesh ricocheting as a result..loud grunts and curse words filling the car as he prepared to do the same to you.

“M fucking coming, babe! Hold still—shit!—“ in that moment, that orgasm would rip through his body and just as you requested, all of his warm seed coursed through your insides and didn’t stop for a solid two minutes..having not had a proper orgasm since you guys split up. He was still twitching inside of you, holding you to his chest as you both cried from how amazing it felt. Tears on both of your faces as a result of ecstasy.

“Damn, I guess I wasn’t the only one who needed that.” Teasing him amidst your cute giggles. Leaning up, (y/n) kissed the tip of his nose and caressed his cheek..unable to believe that you were here with him again. He’d gently stroke the side of your face as well..glaring at you as if you were the most precious thing in the world.

“I love you, (y/n)..so much. I never thought I’d get the chance to tell you that again. Feels so good.” And you shared his sentiment. He was the only one it ever felt genuine from and damn sure, the only guy you meant it to. Any guilt or shame had long since absolved and you knew this was exactly where you should’ve been. ”I love you too, Ace. I’m so glad you showed up.” It was going to be a long day, as you had some explaining to do. But for now..

“Shit..he’s calling me.”

“Ignore it..let me hold you a little bit longer, okay?”

you wanted to remain in this moment for as long as possible. After all, this is where you were happiest and there was no one who’d give you the high that he could.

[halfwayhearted]

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Can you write an angst to fluff with Pedri? long-distance relationship, and while visiting him, there’s an argument and reader wants to sleep on the couch or in the guest room, but he insists, “No, I want you with me.”

Here We Go Again — Pedri González.

Pairing: Pedri González x Fem!Reader

Summary: After finally being able to see your long-distance boyfriend, an argument ensues, but that doesn’t mean he’ll waste his only opportunity to finally sleep next to you.

Word Count: 975+

Disclaimer/s — Argument, slight cussing, angst to comfort!

A/N: “No, I want you with me.” IS INSANE OF YOU, NONNIE.

What the hell happened in the past thirty minutes that made you both storm out of the perfectly nice restaurant you were eating at? You mean, come on! It was going fine! Or, well, it was at first.

Fine until the topic of your guys’ future was slowly brought up—by him, nonetheless. Pedri was quite curious, as one would be when wanting to focus on what will happen to the two of you. Like how your relationship will obviously evolve, or whose house you would want to live in—all of that stuff.

Until one comment from you made him tense up. “I’d really think we should weigh all our options!”

It was a simple miscommunication. Truly. Instead of waiting for you to realize your mistake and take it back, he let out a sigh, ran a hand down his face, and wasted no time paying the bill. Alright…

You lingered a step behind him, your heart heavy while you silently made your way toward his car.

“Pedro—this,” a pause. “This is really immature.”

He doesn’t respond. Immature? Maybe. Though he wasn’t sure what else you could’ve possibly meant by what you said. “Let me explain, Pedri.”

Once you reach his vehicle, your eyebrows raise when he opens the door for you. It’s quick to drop; you didn’t want to make him more upset.

The instant you both settle in, he starts the engine and heads back to his apartment complex.

Explain while it’s still fresh. “I… didn’t mean it like that. By weighing out all our options, I meant that we still have time. Let it smooth out a little more.”

“It’s unnecessary,” the man says simply. Right.

“Then it’s unnecessary! I didn’t want you to think I was rushing into the entire ‘moving in’ process. It was just me being cautious—that’s all, I promise.”

“Have I mentioned you’re horrible at explaining?”

What the hell? Your eyebrows furrow. Was it a joke? Well, maybe. But given the circumstances, you definitely wouldn’t be taking it as one. “Okay, have I mentioned that you’re being immature?”

He doesn’t reply, though you notice his grip on the steering wheel tightening. You let out a sigh, thankful that the music is on. This would be a while, at least it wouldn’t be filled with silence.

Upon arrival, you didn’t wait for him to open the door for you like he always would; you just made your way up the steps, leaving the man behind.

You reach for the knob when you realize—shit. He literally has to unlock the door. How great for you.

Clenching your jaw, your gaze falls to the ground.

You hear your boyfriend’s footsteps grow closer and closer before they stop, the sound of his keys clinking together a welcome sound. When he opens the door, he waits for you to walk in first.

And you do, slipping off your coat and hanging it up. How fun! Now you have to get ready for bed.

It’s fine—just don’t think too much about it. You rummage through your suitcase, grabbing a pair of pajamas and disappearing into the bathroom.

When you finally come out, you see that he’d taken the chance to change as well. He’s tugging on a shirt when you slowly enter his bedroom.

“Blankets, where do you keep them?” You ask.

All he does is stare at you, like you just grew two heads. Like you just asked the stupidest question known to man. Yoo-hoo! “…blankets. What for?”

Oh, brother. “I’m going to sleep on the couch.”

That’s when he goes rigid. After what feels like an eternity, Pedri finally finds his voice. “No, I want you with me,” he insists. It’s soft, but you hear it.

Your stomach does about a dozen backflips.

Be logical—not a good idea. “You’re mad at me,”you tell him, as if it’s obvious. Because it, well, is.

“I’m—” his shoulders slump. “I’m not mad at you. Just confused. Just… just come sleep with me. I don’t want you on the couch,” he finishes quietly.

You meet his gaze; so does he. You stare at each other until you feel your body slowly relax. Fine. Whatever, he’ll get his way. Gently padding your feet further into his bedroom, you awkwardly pull the covers over and slide under them with ease.

He does the same, more gracefully than you.

What a show-off, you thought to yourself before getting comfortable, staring up at the ceiling.

Minutes pass in complete and utter silence. Oh, fuck. Maybe you are that horrible at explaining.

Inhaling sharply, you turn to face him. “I didn’t mean to give you the impression that I was hesitant on moving in with you because I’m not.”

Pedri’s quick to look over at you. “You’re not?”

“God, no,” you huff. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted these past few months. If there’s anything I am, it’s sure as hell not uncertain. I’d want to move in with—”

“I’m sorry.” He interjects, his hand coming up to push a strand of your hair away from your eyes. “I was being stupid. I was already thinking about it too much. I shouldn’t have stormed out,” he says.

A smile slowly forms. “You can say that again.”

“I shouldn’t have—”

“I wasn’t being serious, idiot. It’s okay,” you utter with a shrug. “I didn’t mean to call you immature.”

He lets out a quiet chuckle. “Yes, you did.”

You laugh. “Guilty. Just—don’t do that again?”

“I won’t. I should’ve let you explain from the beginning, and I didn’t. That was entirely on me.”

“Maybe tomorrow we can plan everything out.”

His lips twitch. “Tomorrow. Yeah, sounds good.”

“Tomorrow,” you agree, your smile softening. And with that, the sleep that sweeps by is nothing short of pleasant. You could so get used to this.

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A Persuasive Argument - dpxdc

"Great!" Danny says, clapping his hands together to get everyone's attention. The dinner table falls silent as everyone looks towards him. It's a full house today and, honestly, Danny's a little nervous. "I'm sure you're all wondering why I gathered you here today."

"It's dinnertime. In our house." Duke mutters, while doing a very bad job of concealing his yawn. He holds his fork poised over the braised beef, but, just like everyone else, still looks towards Danny before tucking in. It's intriguing enough to wait.

"Yeah, no one misses Alfie's dinner." Dick says, with a brilliant smile that Danny can't help but return.

"Precisely! What better time to talk to you all than when you're all actually here!"

"Wait, I thought you came round to work on our English essays?" Tim asks, blinking owlishly.

"I'm afraid I've lured you here under false pretences, Tim."

"This is where I live."

"I would still really appreciate help on that essay though, I mean, what the hell is Hamlet even about? I just don't get that old time-y language, like 'Hark! A ghost hath killed me!' - absolute rubbish, what does that even mean?"

"The ghost never kills anyone in Hamlet, he's there to tell Hamlet that he was murdered. Have you actually read it?"

"No, but it sounds like you have. Tim, I want this guy to help me with my essay instead. I know for a fact that you haven't read Hamlet, either."

"So? We don't need Jason, I've read the Sparknotes."

"Hi Jason, I'm Danny, pleasure to meet you, summarise Hamlet in three sentences or less."

"Am I auditioning to help you write your essays? I can't believe you’ve gone through your whole school life without reading it, it’s good!"

"Hamlet, along with a number of other classics, was banned in our house because it portrayed ghosts as intelligent and sympathetic beings rather than evil, animalistic beasts. I didn’t even get to see The Muppet's Christmas Carol until last year with Tim! It was surprisingly good, and I hate Christmas because everyone always argued and it sucked. But we're getting off topic. I—"

"No, no, please go back to that, because what the fu—"

"Boys, please." Bruce interrupts, looking to the world as if he wants to hang his head in his hands. "Danny, you were about to say something?"

"Oh, yeah, Mr. Wayne! Thanks!"

"Please, call me Bruce."

"Well, that very succinctly brings me to my point, because I'd actually really like to call you dad."

Nobody says a word. Nobody even blinks, all as shocked as the other, watching open-mouthed as Danny pulls his laptop out from beside his chair. Bruce can definitely feel a headache coming on.

"Before you say anything, I've prepared a 69 slide PowerPoint presentation on why you, Bruce Wayne, should adopt me, Danny Last-Name-Pending. Please save your questions, comments, and verdict until the end, thank you."

[gamblersdoll]

𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔!

a dragon-king! bakugou who finally meets someone who can take him— and maybe this marriage isnt such a bad thing. p in v, virgin! katsuki, (he gets a little bit excited) established relationship, breeding kink/ pregnancy mention.

katsuki hated the fact he was the new heir to the throne, his father passing away and that was truly a part of his sanity. mitsuki was the one who pushed marriage, he had to have a wife and sooner or later, children.

‘in what fucking planet do we live in to where we have to get married, hag?’ he remembers being a teenager and asking that question over and over and over again. just to be hit with a ‘our numbers are depleting, katsuki. we have to do these things in order to survive.’

he still rolls his eyes to the thought, but not now— since his old hag of a fucking mother is actually serious. she actually seeded out women who always wanted to be a woman on the throne, a woman who has seen the dragon queens’ son and wanted to risk it all for him. he despises it, women who throw themselves to a man.

“which one do you like the most, son?” she asks, smile lines on her aged face pulled by her fanged smile. “and hurry, we dont have all day.”

“none of them.” he deadpanned.

“boy— pick one or ill have your head!”

“and everyone wonders how dad died—“ he says, before receiving a smack to the back of his blonde head. “ow!”

“pick one, now.” she repeats, fixing herself and smiling to the line of girls presented to them. “alot of them are just lively.”

he sighs, crimson eyes wandering and his eyes match onto you, seeming like you truthfully didnt want to be here. “you,” he barks, a finger pointed at you and he nods up. “do you not want to be here or something?”

“to be picked by a dragon king who doesnt have anything better to do? absolutely not.” you snort, his eyebrow twitching and mistuki chuckles.

“perfect! we’ll set both of you up on a evening together.” she announces, a good bit of the women groaning and both of you lock eyes. didnt she just hear you werent here on your own will? katsuki scoffs, storming off and a hand dragging down his face.

“please excuse him, he’s not used to these things and doesnt know his duty as the new king.” she phrases, hands on your shoulders and a beaming smile. “youre going to love my son, im sure of it.”

“uh.. okay.” you say, at a lost for words.

you would love her son, huh? yeah, guess you could say that. his temper tantrums died down over the months— yet, one thing was weirder than anything,

that hes never once initiated sex. was he nervous? no, he’s never nervous to sit you on his lap when barking orders to servants or to behead a woman for questioning your intelligence and beauty, so it couldnt be he was nervous.

“bakugou, i have a—“

“woman, ive told you to call me katsuki.” he interrupted, a hand on a hip of yours and a deep grumble in his chest. the tribal jewelry jingled against his skin, a huff from him.

“katsuki, i need to ask you something.” you correct yourself, not daring to look to him— and yet he was staring deep into you. “why dont you ever.. why dont you ever try and touch me?”

he pauses himself at the question, a tight squeeze and then he looks away. “because you ain’ ready yet.” he solemnly says, a hand patting your hip. “ill let you know when.”

“you say that every time, though.” you reply, trying to press the matter further. “whats the real reason?”

he pinches the bridge of his nose, defensively irritated. “because you arent ready, woman.” he growls, agitation reaching his veins. “im not going to sit here and repeat my damn self.”

you get off of his lap, hearing a ‘sit back down’ from his lips and storm off. you werent hurt from his words, but you were questioning them. what in gods hell did he mean ‘you werent ready?’ youre a full fledged adult, not some child who couldnt understand why she couldnt go near the ocean.

maybe a few hours later, your king stumbling in and you both lock eyes. he opens his lips, eyes burning into yours. “im not here to fight with ya,” he says, a hand reaching onto your thigh and he huffs. “i just dont think youre physically prepared, nor mentally.”

“you arent my keeper, katsuki,” you remind, looking over to him and folding your arms in a groan. it was too late for this, especially after doing daily tasks as his wife. “you dont make that decision for me.”

“technically, i do. i dont have to fuck a woman.” he reminds as well.

“and what, do you not want pups?” you ask, his eyes flickering to you and his bouncing knee stops. “or is it im just not doing something for you?”

“not once have i ever said i didnt want children with you, y/n.” he growled, his gripping on your thigh tight. “i just said that you weren’t ready for that kind of thing, what apart of that dont you understand?”

“and how do you know what i am and am not ready for? is it because you havent slept with anyone before?”

he looks at you, straight faced.. you feel a chill go through your body, and you feel as if you had entirely fucked up— forgotten that this was a dragon king that you were married to..

and that you were dealing with.

“the last woman i tried to marry with could barely take anything that i gave her, you want to be next?” he warns, a small ounce of venom tracing his lips and he raised an eyebrow. “watch how you address me.”

“you know damn well thats not what i meant—“

“so what did you mean?”

“i meant if this is your first marriage, your first woman you slept with, ever.” you admit, scrambling for words to better help your case.

“yes and no.” he replies, patting your thigh. “the many women i tried to mate with could barely handle the tip.”

“okay.. so she left you because youre big down there, boo hoo—“

“no, you’re not understanding what i’m saying.” he stops you, grabbing your hands. “im your first dragon man, so..”

“us dragon men, we are bigger than the average human being. thats why we are better suited for dragon women, because their bodies can handle it.” he explained, still staring into you. “you arent ready for that kind of thing yet—“

“yeah, if you dont even attempt with me.”

he runs his hand through his hair, a nervous scoff. “the last woman who said that, her cervix was bruised and she cant have pups now, do you want that for yourself or do you not care about us?”

“katsuki, you dont have to be scared to do this with me.” you say, not even taking into account that he was a competitor, saying such words strikes a chord within him. and his chest swells with pride, him crawling onto you.

“no one is scared, woman.”

dragon men were definitely alot bigger than the average human man, you could feel it against you through the clothes that he wore, and his hands being big enough to wrap around your entire thigh.

his lips leave your neck, a whine coming from your throat and a deep grumble comes from his. he ran hot, his palms heated and sweaty from the passion and him grinding himself into your stomach.

he was needy, he hadnt been this needy in years.

“katsuki..” you mumble, hands along his sides and he kisses your lips, shutting you up.

“you think yer’ ready, little one?” he asks, his eyes blown out and dilated. he had been waiting for this, you can tell. you nod, teeth pulling at the small of your lip corner and he nods with you. his pants fall… and he wasnt lying, being nine inches long and twenty two centimeters wide. you swallow thick, looking down to the second beast he was swinging around. “you like to listen now, dont you?”

you nod, spreading your legs and he licks his lips. you watch his crawl ontop of you, kissing your collarbone and pressing his tip against your folds.

“kat—“ you say, him grunting and looking to you. “dont be nervous, okay?”

he softens a little, immediately forgetting that and hardening again. “let me know when to stop, ‘kay?” he says, pressing his tip and pushing it in.

his eyes widen, hearing you groan from the sudden stretch and he feels heat swell in his stomach. he cant fucking believe it, watching his cock slip deeper into your walls and he starts to pant. his eyes turn to slits, his canines growing sharper and wider— he was losing himself, realizing he’d finally met a woman who can take more than just the tip of his dragon cock.

“katsukiiiii..” you whine, a hand on his pelvis and he growls. “see..? im okay.”

he licks his lips, saliva pooling at the corner and then dribbling down the side of his mouth. “no fuckin way..” he growls, gripping your hips and jerking his hips. “fucking half way.. half way.” he repeats to himself, bottoming out and he claws at the sheets.

the dragon king holds your hips, raising them a little and then pulling you up, slowly pulling you back down and letting you adjust to his size. “give it to me..” he growls out, it being a echo.

“give you what..?” you ask, chest heaving and nipple hardened.

“your grace, give me the go ahead to take you.” he repeats, seeing you nod and pressing your legs to his chest. he licks at your calves, seeing the fire inside of his eyes while his cock drives into your cervix. “fuck! take all of it— take it all!” he growls, folding you up and slamming his body weight against your thighs.

slapping of wet skin, slick and creamy folds echo throughout the dragon kings bedroom—the dragon king becoming animalistic and he grabs your breasts in each hand. “katsukikatsukikatsuki!” you chant his name, eyes rolling and you cant remember how many orgasms youve been through from the dragon king.

“fuck— fucking have them, have my fucking pups!” he rumbles, nails digging into you as crescent moons into your skin and he presses his forehead to yours. “carry my kids, fucking take them— getting fucked fat with my kids— fuckk!”

he groans, pulling you down onto his cock as he stills. his cock gets pushed out, the dragon kings’ semen being in so much amounts it forces it out. he pants, ragged breaths and he falls against you, his body returning to his original state and his eyes return normal.

“katsuki?”

“mm.” he grunts, looking up to you and his face gets covered by your plush breasts.

“i dont want to say i told you so…

but i told you so.”

“do you remember when you thought i would die from having sex with you?” you say, sitting in the bathtub and bubbles cover your wet skin. “you were so nervous.” you chuckled, putting your hands on your round belly.

“yeah.. was kind of a punk for that.” he chuckles, smile lines, but yet— frown lines pulled from his chuckle. “you look gorgeous, beautiful.” he praises, kissing your cheek and putting a hand on your belly. “water too hot?”

“im carrying dragons, katsuki.” you remind, raising your hand to his cheek and caressing it. you feel his smile, and his lips press to yours. “the midwife should be here, soon.”

she was already there, both of you being enamored with each other to miss the part that was most important.

“what do you mean she’s having triplets?!”

[hey-itsdollie]

HIll HSUSHDXB I LIVE UR WRITING SO MUCH I HAVE A REQ PLS HMO.. I saw a tiktok where a girl was "getting ready" and her bf came in and asked "what are u getting ready for? " going and she answered "u mean what are WE getting ready for?" and basically she was gaslighting him into believing they had a date that day:DD I RLLY RLLY RLLY wanna see this with Isagi, Bachira, Barou, Gagamaru, Chigiri Kunigami and maybe Ness :pp IF THEY ARE TOO MANY U CAN PICK FROM THEM PLSS and also can u write it so y/n tells them it was a prank when the guy is halfway thru getting ready??

Ps i realized i had the video saved while writing

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZNdhNPJMQ/

You didn't forget did you?

Thank you for the request! I love this idea!!!

‧₊˚ ┊ In which you trick them into thinking they forgot you had a date.

୭˚. ᵎᵎ featuring » isagi. bachira. barou. gagamaru. chigiri. kunigami. ness.

⋮ ⌗ ┆cw ⪼ established relationship, female reader, prank, pet names

Part 1 -u are here!-, Part 2

── .✦ Yoichi Isagi

Isagi just got back from training at the gym with Bachira when he opened the door to your shared home. His blue eyes looked around once he took his shoes off feeling something was off.

You hadn't come to greet him yet... which was odd because you always greeted him at the door with a kiss. Always even if he had just come back from doing the smallest thing outside.

"Sweetie?" he called concern lacing his words as he set his gym bag down and began looking around the kitchen and living room. Nothing. You were no where to be seen.

That was until he heard music coming from your shared bathroom. He quickly jogged to the bathroom, slightly out of breath due to panic of searching for you. He leaned against the door frame, the sight before him making his body freeze in it's place.

"Sweetie? Whatcha doing?" he questioned carefully.

A scoff left your lips as you turned to him your hair done up all pretty, and your make up finished besides your lips. "What am I doing? What are you doing? You came home so late."

Isagi shook his head confused walking up to you. "Late? Late for what?" he tilt his head, his hands already hesitantly looping around your waist.

"Don't tell me you forgot? Our date Yoichi."

You could see Isagi's face visibly pale almost immediately. His hesitant smile fully dropping from his features. "Date?" he muttered in a questioning tone, in response you nodded like it was obvious.

"W...we have a date... tonight?" he tripped over his words pulling away running a hand through his dark hair. There was absolutely no way the two of you had a date that he forgot about.

Hell he was the one that asked you out on dates!

His eyes shot to your face as a frown grew on your features. "So we aren't going out?" you asked sadly making your boyfriend's heart ache. "N...no, we are! Just let me get ready okay sweetie?" he stated quickly before rushing off to the closet to put something presentable on.

As he left the room a grin formed on your features. Your plan working almost too perfectly, though you felt a bit guilty after seeing the pain on his features.

Not even ten minutes later Isagi came rushing back into the bathroom his collared shirt crooked as his belt wasn't through the right loops. He looked like a mad man.

"You got less than ten minutes Yoichi." you hummed applying your lipstick carefully in the mirror.

"Fuck okay..." he muttered trying to fix himself quickly.

"Oh and Yoichi." you called making the male huff and turn to you, mentally preparing himself in case he forgot something else.

"This was a prank."

Time froze. Isagi froze along with it. You turned to him holding in a laugh that was on the verge of bursting out.

"A what?"

"A prank. Got ya!"

Isagi got silent as he crouched close to the floor placing his hands on his face, looking stressed whilst taking deep breathes.

You grew concerned looking down at him. "Uhm... you okay Yoichi?"

"I will be..."

── .✦ Meguru Bachira

"Hey babyyy- woah..." You turned your hand with the mascara wand freezing in the air, as you look at your husband. Bachira looked you up and down with a confused grin. "Whatcha getting ready for?" he asked curiously tilting his head. He wasn't even trying to hide the fact he was actively checking you out. "Uhm our date?" "Date?" "Yeah... date..." Bachira could beat a statue in it's own game from the way his body went rigid. "Woah woah! What date?!?" he shouted running up to you waving his hands frantically. "We don't have a date?! I would know- I plan them!!" he stated quickly his brows furrowed. "No way you forgot Megs! Really I've been looking forward to it!" you whined placing the mascara wand down as you crossed your arms over your chest. "Right... right... uhm can we reschedule it?" he questioned flinching as if the mere proposition would lead to his death. "No. Go get ready Meguru." you stated firmly with an unamused glare. "Okay... okay..." he slumped off, feeling bad for forgetting something so important to you. Bachira came back in one sock on and the other no where to be seen, his shirt was on his head as he went to the sink as he began brushing his teeth quickly. "You promise we have a date?" he said his mouth full of toothpaste. "Yes Meguru, don't speak with toothpaste in your mouth!" You sighed watching him spit the stuff out and begin to wash his face. "Uhm another thing Meguru..." you said hesitantly as he continued to splash water on his face humming in response for you to continue. "This was all a prank..." you said quickly. The bathroom got silent after that, the only noise being made from the running sink. The male seemed to freeze still hunched over the sink. "Sorry Meguru I saw this video and wanted to try it!" You tried to reason with him but he slowly turned to you almost scaring you. Then before you knew it, you were dripping wet. "Megs?!?!" you gasp after your husband just splashed you with water, his face blank. "Oh oops! My monster told me to do it!"

── .✦ Shoei Barou

"Hey where did you put-" Barou froze in the doorway of the bathroom. His red eyes trailing up your figure which was in a form-fitting dress. The one you recently just bought on your most recent shopping adventure. "Where the hell are you going dressed like that?" the male questioned crossing his arms. You scoffed looking at him through the bathroom mirror as you actively put your makeup on; "Our date obviously?" "Date? What fucking date?" he scoffed taking his phone out; most likely going to his calendar app. Something he used quite often. Just as he got on to the current day he scoffed almost laughing, "You in your right mind, we don't have a date tonight?" he rolled his eyes leaning against the bathroom wall. "Yes we do." This time you turned to him with a glare. "Remember the beach restaurant?" Your words made Barou's eyebrows furrow. He didn't remember having a date tonight. And there is no way in hell he wouldn't have wrote it down if he did plan one. He left the room coming back shortly after his departure walking up to you. "What game are you playing at? Because neither the virtual calendar nor the physical one says anything about a date tonight." You frowned. "We do though Shoei!" "Quit lying, or I'm not making your pastries tomorrow." he growled out. You froze forgetting he promised you those. "Ugh you're no fun. I wanted to try this prank I saw." "God why did I marry someone so childish." he groaned patting your hair. "Let me go get ready..." You looked up confused as your husband walked off to your shared closet. "Get ready for what?" "Our date obviously."

── .✦ Gin Gagamaru

You walked into your bedroom seeing your boyfriend laying on your bed watching Natural Geographic on your computer. "Gin what are you doing? What about our date?" you questioned putting your earrings in as you stood at the end of the bed wearing a sundress. The male turned to you tiredly after a few seconds. His wide eyes gazing at your figure, no emotions showing on his features. "Date? Since when?" he muttered his voice deep and blunt. You sighed walking to him and grabbing his arm trying to drag his large body off the bed. "Since tonight! Don't tell me you forgot!" Your whines made Gagamaru get off the bed standing a near foot taller than you as he looked down at you. "Where are we going?" he muttered blankly completely clueless on what was going on. You comically pushed him towards the closet. "That one restaurant remember." A sigh left his lips as he hated going out to a fancy restaurant. "Do we have too?" "Yes! The reservations were already made Gin!" After five minutes of trying—and failing—to push your beast of a boyfriend to the closet he gave in and went on his own. You sat on the bed waiting for him as you grinned thinking about how it was easier to trick him than you thought it'd be. "Is this okay?" he muttered stepping out of the closet wearing nicer clothes than before. "Yep, you look great honey!" you grinned walking up to him. He was about to walk to the bathroom when you muttered something that caught his attention. "Now I feel bad..." you muttered as he tuned to you. "Feel bad about what?" he questioned tilting his head. "Oh that this was all a prank... sorry!" you confess with a sheepish smile. A squeal left your lips as the male grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder as he walked towards the bed. "Huh hey Gin put me down! What are you doing?!" you questioned hitting his back slightly. He tossed you on the bed as you gazed up at him, your vision focusing on him. "Oh boy..."

── .✦ Hyoma Chigiri

"Hey baby have you seen my... oh wow okay." You glanced at your boyfriend through the mirror. "Huh, why aren't you dressed yet?" you questioned a frown on your features. The question caught the red-head off guard. "Dressed? Where are we going?" "Don't tell me you forgot Hyo..." you gasped turning to face him. "Remember we were gonna go to the pier..." "The pier?" he repeated turning his head as if it would help him hear you more clearly. "Yeah you were gonna win me a plushie Hyoma." You turned back continuing to do your makeup as he watched you silently not knowing if you were joking or not. He decided to test the waters by letting out a slight awkward laugh. "Haha... very funny Y/n, now what are you talking about?" "Hyoma I don't understand what's so funny. Are you seriously saying you forgot our date?" you glared at him through the mirror. He felt his muscles tense slightly before shaking his head. "No... no of course not... it must've just slipped my mind- yeah..." he left the room to go quickly get ready. Whilst he did Chigiri grabbed his phone checking his reminders for the day. Finding that no reminder was set for a date at all for any day of the week. "What the hell is she talking about? Did I seriously forget?" he muttered grabbing one one of his dress shirts. He quickly got ready not wanting to make you even more pissed than you probably already were. He walked back into the bathroom shortly after, grabbing his brush as he gazed down at his skin care products. He wouldn't even have time to do his routine. With a groan he began brushing his long red hair, feeling a pair of eyes on him. "What is it?" he sighed a frown on his face. "Nothing, you're just making me feel bad now." you groaned leaning against the counter with a bored look. "Feel bad? What?" he looked at you confused. "That this was all a prank of course." you replied simply shrugging. "Y/n... are you serious?" Chigiri sighed with two fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. "Yep!" "God I hate you."

── .✦ Rensuke Kunigami

Kunigami has just gotten home from the gym when he saw that dinner wasn't ready yet. He grew confused considering you normally always had dinner ready by the time he got home. "Y/n?" he called confused as he walked into the master bedroom. You sat at your vanity fixing your hair as his eyes widened at your appearance. "What are you dressed up for?" he questioned. You looked over at him "Our date, don't tell me you forgot Rensuke." you spoke looking him up and down. A unamused expression growing on your face. "Why are you just sitting there? Go get ready before we're late." "Woah pause, when did we have a date to begin with Y/n? And why didn't you remind me before I went to the gym?" his right hand ran through his hair, a sign that he was becoming stressed. "Well you've never forgot about date before..." you muttered innocently as you went back to fixing your hair. You hard a groan come from him as he walked to the bathroom starting the shower. "Damn that was easy..." you muttered to yourself as you began to do your makeup. Kunigami then left the bathroom wearing a white button up shirt that showed his muscles well along with black dress pants. "Where are we going anyways?" he muttered heading to the dresser to grab his cologne that you bought him for his brithday. "Uhm... the kitchen" you answered like it was the obvious thing in the world. Your words made the ginger freeze, his cologne mid spray before he turned to you. You were already grinning up at him makeup done, hair done, and dressed in one of his favorite dresses. "Y/n... tell me the truth..." Kunigami spoke slowly needing to make sure if his thoughts were correct. "Our date will be in the kitchen... surprise!" You waved your hands happily as he just stared at you for a few seconds. "Ren?" you tilt your head as he rubbed his face. "You're a lot of work you know that?" he muttered his tired gaze on you and only you. A scoff left your lips, "You don't mean that! Right Ren?" His silence said everything as he went back to the closet to change. "Ren! No come back!"

── .✦ Alexis Ness

Ness just got back from training with Kaiser, when we was heading into the bathroom to shower. His eyes spotted you at the bathroom counter wearing a light flowy dress whilst in the midst of fixing your hair. "Woah hübsche, what's the occasion?" [ᴾʳᵉᵗᵗʸ] he hummed smoothly wrapping his arms loosely around your waist. "You didn't tell me you were going out with the girls tonight..." he muttered resting his head on your shoulder as he gazed at you through the mirror. "That's because I'm not, did you forget Alexis?" you raised an eyebrow at him. "Forget what?" he returned. "Our date." you spoke bluntly. To say he didn't feel hurt that you would ever think he would forget something as important as a date, deeply hurt him. That's like saying you were questioning his love for you. Which is something he has proven to you more than once... "No no we don't have a date... did you get your dates mixed up Y/n? We have one ten six days from now at 4pm at the aquarium but not tonight." he spoke simply with a close eyed smile. Your eyes widened forgetting how good of a memory he had. "N...no we have a date tonight... go get ready." With a small huff Ness went and did as told. His mind racing with ideas of what you were planning. He knew damn well there was no planned date. Was it a surprise? No you wouldn't have accused him of forgetting if it was... Just what was his girl plotting? By the time he was out of the shower and dressed in his nicer wardrobe. You were leaning against the door way. "Wanna know something Alexis?" you asked gazing at your boyfriend. His attention turned you, already noticing you didn't seem to be in as much of a rush as before. "What hübsche?" "This was all a prank..." Your confession made him smile wide. Which confused you heavily. "What you're not mad or upset? Not even relieved?" you questioned walking up to him quickly. "I mean you just proved I was right. You know I never forget our dates." he replied, his words sickly sweet. His eyes didn't match his smile as they held more of a warning as if to say "Don't try this again." Which you most definitely was not going to...

©hey-itsdollie please don't copy, change, or steal my work. Thank you!

[clockwayswrites]

City Pigeons - Part 10

WC: 817, Masterpost

Jason sighed as the tablet in his hands flashed with alerts. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“How did the meeting with Black Bat go?” Bruce asked instead of responding, because of course he did.

“You know it went fine,” Jason said, trying not to snap. “Besides, everyone likes her, there was a good chance it was always going to go fine.”

“We both know trauma isn’t always that easy,” Bruce said, his tone carefully modulated to be gentle. It rankled Jason, like it always did.

Jason took a breath and let his chin drop to his chest for a moment. Bruce didn’t mean it like that. He knew that now. This was Bruce trying as best as he was able— it wasn’t just another mask. Bruce just had to put effort into emotions that made it seem forced. Jason pushed away his flair of temper; it was harder to do than he’d like after too much worry and too little sleep.

“Ja—”

“I’m fine. It’s just like you said, trauma isn’t always that easy. I’m fine,” Jason said as he waved the concern away. “And names. You know we’re sticking to code names still.”

Bruce tilted his head, observing Jason through the white lenses. (That used to rankle too.)

“You thinking there’s a chance he’ll run.”

Jason sighed. He gave an exaggerated shrug to cover the worry that ran through him at the question. “Not run, exactly. I think he doesn’t believe that he can stay— that it’s even on the table. I think that we’re his last hope and he doesn’t believe in hope anymore.”

Bruce didn’t move. Jason gave him time to think that over.

“That’s why he doesn’t want to see… Wayne,” Bruce said, slowly, like he was feeling the idea out. “He doesn’t expect to get anything from him so it’s better to be healed up first.”

Jason shrugged again.

“Figure so. But also once that meeting happens, whatever happens, then all of this,” Jason motioned to the safe house, “is over as far as he knows. If he puts off the meeting, he puts off the risk of losing the first safety that I think he’s hand in a long, long time.”

Bruce’s shoulders hunched and he almost blended back into the shadows by the window. “If he’s already posed for it to go badly…”

“B, that’s not your fault,” Jason said— had to say. “The kid’s been through hell, maybe by his own family, of course he’s going to expect the worst.”

It was a long moment and then Bruce nodded, just once. “What’s the plan?”

If Jason really had his way, the plan would be to deal with all these ill feelings, but that’s not what anyone in the family was good at, him included. It would be what it would be.

“We’ll have BB over again for a meal tomorrow. I’m sure it will keep going well and she can help be on watch that night. We think it’s best to give that a few days before we introduce O or anyone else new, so you have to keep the rest of the horde reigned in,” Jason said pointedly. Then a though occurred to him. “Where is the little spawn anyways?”

“He’s on the roof across the block.”

“Yeah, is he? Because that was a lot of alerts—”

“Hood!”

Jason didn’t think before he was striding across the room towards Danny’s room. The kid was standing in the door. White hair stark in the low light. Green eyes bright.

Glowing.

Wide with fear.

“Danny?”

“Someone else is here,” Danny said. His voice was almost too quiet to hear, but Jason could half swear he felt it in his very bones. Danny reached out and clung onto the sleeve of Jason’s hoodie. A cold settled into Jason’s bones along with the vibration of the soft words. “Someone touched by death. Can you feel them too? They’re not not like us. They haven’t died. They haven’t died, but they reek of death. Hood, what are they?”

“Hey, it’s okay. You’re safe here, remember?” Jason assured Danny automatically. The words rolled out of his mouth without Jason having to even think about them, which was good, because Jason’s mind was still caught on Danny’s words: They’re not like us. They haven’t died. “Some Bats just stopped by to check on us.”

Was it Bruce? Did all of Gotham’s death cling to his shoulders like his cape?

Was it Damian? Was it the stench of the Pits?

Or did Jason miss something else slipping in with all of the other alarms.

“We’ll go check on Nightwing together, alright? I bet he has a little red and black guest who slipped in,” Jason said. He twisted his hand to hold Danny’s. The cold bit at his skin. He didn’t let go.

He hoped he was right.

He had a hard time believing in hope too.

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AN: A myyyyyyyystery *wiggly fingers*. Gods I'm so tired.

I no longer tag, you can subscribe to the masterpost instead!

[kleinv01]

Yknow what i noticed?

(QUICK THEORY WHILE IM WAITING FOR MY SHEETMASK DO TO ITS THING. SPOILERS AHEAD)

In this blog, only Al's info is hidden (with error mesaages or straight up blurred/pixelated text).

Who made Klein? SentientTechLabs.

What's this ask box's name THAT IS HIDING AL'S INFO? SentientTechLabs.

So. If the company is hiding his info specifically, wouldnt that mean he has some sort of control over it? Idk, maybe hacking through it OR working for it?

We know Al is a very tired, hardworking and busy boy (and we love him for it <3). But sometimes it makes me think: we work in the same company, and so are our friends. So far, they all seem kinda... chill? While Al is over there sleeping on his desk (probably from exhaustion?).

Dolores gives Al extra tasks. Sure. But he did NOT say "How ARE the TASKS going?". So it's a singular task at a time. Which should be nothing if we think about how intelligent Al is.

What im trying to imply here is; i feel like he has a 2nd job!

Remember the poll where the question was about how Al gets the money to treat us the snacks (of which the most popular answer was "totally not sus activities" :))

Could these sussy wussy activities be about his relation to Klein's company, which probably lets him do some extra stuff to our Klein?

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The shadow behind our curtains. I %100 believe that, they are all Klein.

Why? Well... :3

When Yael comes in our house to make us eat the cupcakes he made, there is the shadow waiting behind the curtains. Yael eventually leaves AND THE MINUTE HE DOES, the shadow leaves too. Then, Klein gets mad at us and tells us that we should have just choked on "those" cupcakes. He also talks about Yael himself, as if he was able to see Yael in person in that moment. I feel like that's just one of the clues though.

Klein shouldnt be able to walk around in our world unless he has a physical model, according to the info given. But even if the player never reaches the "100% affinity" with him, Sera still gets killed by him. He cant smash someone's head to a glass cabinet (?) if he's stuck in our phone though. So maybe, he either escaped the factory, or... Al helped him get out?

Hear me out on this.

Al is insecure as hell. He doesn't see himself as "worthy" or "good enough" for us. There were multiple asks AND a few messages we received in the game about how hateful he is toward himself.

Klein is the pure opposite of what he is though. Strong, tall body, programmed to be the perfect partner, adaptable, uncapable of getting tired and many more positive qualities. Things that Al could see as something "good enough" to be with us, at least to protect us.

So, my theory is that; Al somehow modified Klein for our safety. He somehow reflected (coded?) his obsessive feelings to Klein, which made him the way he is right now.

This would also allow him to have access to whatever Klein has access to, which was our passwords and address at some point. (Not that i dont think al didnt already have that info but :3)

Again, this is just a theory (and a ramble session :p) so idk if anything is precise or even close to the truth. I guess we will see in the future.

(my mask feels like a desert now ;-;)

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Sharing this so everybody can read it and share their own thoughts in reblogs or comments. Thank you for dropping in such a lengthy discussion! I always enjoyed reading through theories and asks.

Just so people know, things like these are probably one of the most popular theories out there, relating to both Al and Klein

You're right that Al is insecure as heck. He can't even bring himself to look at you in the eyes, not without his bangs covering his eyes

As well as, very, extremely low self-esteem

[chefs-other-corner]

Hello dear I was wondering can we get a Rumi x Mira x Zoey fic where reader and Zoey are siblings and we live with our strict parents and Zoey decided to take us with her after helping us get away from our toxic parents and since we had bad parents we are no longer the same happy girl we once were and now we look either sad or mad all the time and always wearing baggy clothes cause of body image issues and Mira and rum also treat us like a little sister. (Also I'm sorry if this is too much you don't have to do it if you don't want to hope you have a lovely day/night ml🫶)

Here just a blur fr fr

☆Paring: Zoey x Rumi x Miea

☆Tags: reader insert, hurt/comfort, fluff

☆Sum Sum: Well its right above lol

☆Word count: 0.9k ☆Note:  Hope you like ittt

You didn’t even know where she came from, that night.

One minute, you were sitting on the stairs, arms wrapped around your knees, listening to your parents scream over dinner again. The next — the door swung open, and there was Zoey. Half-lit by the hallway lamp, eyeliner still smudged from the stage, hair drenched in rain, and she looked furious.

You almost didn’t recognize her.

Not your sister who used to leave notes in your lunchbox, who danced with you in the kitchen when Mom wasn’t watching. This Zoey was different. She looked taller. Older. Glittery and sharp and heartbroken in a way that made your stomach turn.

She looked at you — just you — and said, “Get your stuff.”

Your parents shouted. She ignored them. She walked right past your dad, took your hand, and said again, quietly this time: “Come on. We’re leaving.”

You didn’t ask where.

The apartment she took you to was nothing like your parents' house. There were posters on the wall — tour dates, setlists, old group selfies with stickers on their cheeks. It smelled like flat soda and nail polish remover and someone’s half-eaten ramen. One of her bandmates was asleep on the couch in a hoodie too big for her, a demon-hunting sword half tucked under the blanket like a toy.

That was Mira. You’d seen her on TV. She wore fire onstage. She looked mean in her music videos. You were terrified.

But when she woke up and saw you, she rubbed her eyes, reached out a hand, and said, “Hey, kiddo. You want some cereal?”

You nodded.

Then burst into tears.

They tried not to act like your parents. Not at first. You were just Zoey’s “baby sister,” the one she talked about in interviews but no one ever saw. The one fans assumed lived with her parents — not the one Zoey had taken.

The press didn’t ask questions. Nobody cared why she started skipping afterparties. Why she had to step out of practice early. Why she added another lock to the studio door. Nobody knew she had a ten-year-old to feed. Or that you clung to her in your sleep, whimpering at every sudden noise.

Rumi joined in quietly — not pushy, not soft, just steady. She was the one who bought you new shoes when you kept wearing the same pair until they hurt your feet. The one who left sticky notes on your mirror in the morning: brush teeth. eat breakfast. I’m proud of you.

You didn’t know what to do with kindness that didn’t come with conditions. You’d only ever known love that you had to earn.

So for a while, you just… waited. For the yelling. For the silence. For someone to ask why you couldn’t smile like a normal girl.

But it never came.

You weren’t allowed to go to performances, not at first — too much press, too much danger. But you watched the livestreams religiously. You curled up in Zoey’s hoodie, wore her old beanie like armor, and sat in the dark humming along with their choruses under your breath.

They looked untouchable up there. Powerful. Like they could swallow hell whole.

And then they’d come home, dead tired, hair full of glitter and demon blood under their fingernails, and the first thing they’d do was check if you brushed your teeth. If you ate. If you wanted another bedtime story even though you always said no.

You were too old for stories, you told them. You weren’t a baby.

But Zoey still sat at the edge of your bed with a flashlight under her chin and told you stupid made-up tales about a tiny turtle who escaped a mean castle and found three warrior princesses who fought monsters and tucked her into bed every night.

You didn’t tell her you cried the first time she said, “And they loved her. Even when she was quiet. Even when she was scared. Even when she didn’t know how to love them back yet.”

Some days, the weight of it came back sharp and awful.

Like the day you tried on a new dress for a school performance and froze when Mira said “turn around.” You flinched and said, “Don’t look.”

Mira didn’t argue. She knelt, took your hands, and said, “Is this about what your mom said? That thing about your stomach?”

You didn’t answer.

Mira’s voice went tight. “She was wrong. She lied. There’s nothing wrong with your body. You’re ten. You’re beautiful. You’re safe.”

She let you wear baggy clothes the next day. But she also braided your hair so gently you nearly fell asleep. She said, “You don’t have to like how you look, kid. But you don’t get to hate yourself in this house. We don’t do that here.”

You didn’t call Zoey “mom.” Not even close.

But one night, after a nightmare that made your whole body shake, you climbed into her bed without asking. She rolled over, wrapped you up like it was the most natural thing in the world, and whispered, “It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

And your voice — tiny and muffled in her chest — said, “Don’t leave.”

“I won’t.”

“Promise?”

She nodded against your hair.

Then you whispered something so quiet she barely caught it: “You’re better than them.”

Zoey held you tighter.

Mira watched from the hallway, arms crossed over her chest. Rumi came up beside her, set a hand on her shoulder. They didn’t say anything. Just listened.

And stayed.

[alchemistc]

Y'all were so insistent that I keep going with the Eddie Fixes It By Making It Worse post breakup fic.

This is officially a three-parter. Sorry. Or you're welcome.

You can read part one here

We have to make out in front of Tommy.

Buck's in the ice cream aisle, reminding himself that he has given himself three more days of moping and ignoring his diet before he gets his ass in gear and starts to live a life again. The Halo Top is mocking him, jeering and heckling as he goes for the Blue Ribbon. Mint chocolate, because Buck always loved it and he can almost forget the mock fight he'd had with Tommy three months in when he told Buck he refused to allow toothpaste flavored treats into his home, and how they'd barely gotten back to his place without a public indecency citation.

He stares at the text until his eyes cross.

What, he sends back, and slowly, cautiously, returns the pint of ice cream to its spot in the cooler. Maybe he should lay off the sugar. He's had enough.

Trust me

It comes in almost immediately and Buck tries to rewind, tries to figure out what any of this means, what the context is, why he's getting an actual Trust Me Bro from his best friend.

You've already met your last and it's not me comes crashing back to the forefront of his mind. He's had a full 36 hours to forget it, and he had been nearly there, nearly ready to chalk it up to Tommy trying to make him angry. Which he's been doing a really fucking excellent job of, lately. Almost like he knows all the buttons to push. Like Buck had given him the owners manual.

Tommy had meant Eddie? How could Eddie have possibly come to that conclusion? What the hell was he doing sending Buck half across town to the market for snacks when -

Buck judges the distance from this market to Eddie's. Then to Tommy's.

"Oh you mother -."

A woman squeaks by with her kid in the cart seat and glares.

---

Are you at Tommy's right now

No question marks. This is an accusation. Buck's thankful there are no perishables in his cart as he abandons it in the lane and hikes it towards the door. It's a dick move, and Buck feels, a little spitefully, like if anyone remembers him they'll remember him from the times he and Tommy giggled and play-fought down the aisles, so they'll think of Tommy when they think of the cart left behind. Resent him for it, maybe.

Not like Tommy isn't particularly good at just leaving things behind.

Yeah. Join me.

Buck breaks through the doors and feels a little woozy. This might be a panic attack. His chest fucking hurts.

🖕just get my stuff and meet me at yours. tell Tommy we burned all his shit

Eddie is an asshole. I'm not gonna LIE to the man. Also he definitely doesn't have an Evan box ready to go, so take what you will from that

Buck's still in that vicious cycle where he goes from angry to upset to sad in record time, no barriers in between, where every bruise feels like it's healing too fast so he keeps pressing in just to watch the color muddle. He hates this.

It'd be a Buck box, Buck texts back, just to release some of the pressure behind his temples, and he pulls in a few deep breaths before he jogs for the Jeep. He's gonna go home. Throw on the DVD copy of Sleepless In Seattle Tommy left behind and then maybe once that's done he'll throw the damn thing in a blender.

Are you coming or not?

Buck turns the ignition and peels out in a direction that won't lead to his own home, or the things Buck has been too much of a mopey bastard to pack up and return to their owner. At a red light two miles down the road, he shares his location.

Eddie sends back an ominous Hope you brushed your teeth today.

---

Eddie gets the door and it sucks just as much as if Tommy had. They barely ever spent time at Tommy's, and Buck can see it now for the boundary it was. When they had, though, their time had been split pretty evenly between Buck picking him up for a date, and Eddie wanting to leave the quiet echo of his own house to hang with them - a car on a lift and beers shared between them, Buck watching the pull of muscle beneath Tommy's shorts as he took Eddie down to the mat, Tommy's fingers drifting through the short curls at the back of Bucks head while Eddie yelled about triple-doubles and chatted with Tommy about how impossible coverage was for some guy named Joker.

Buck has never actually figured out who that guy was. Eddie hated the Mavericks and he hated the Lakers but Eddie also complained about the guy so much he definitely wasn't a Clipper.

Eddie gets him by the forearm when Buck shows clear signs of regretting this. Drags him through the front door before Buck can fully execute his spin and stomp back to the Jeep.

Tommy's next door neighbor had waved at him from her yard where she was doing something new with her display of bird sculptures, and Buck hadn't had the heart to do anything but raise his hand back.

It's less than ten seconds before Eddie is steering him down the hall, into the living room. It's cozy in here. Lived in. Mismatched furniture that somehow fits, a blanket thrown over the side of the couch, dark wood tables and light wood flooring and lamps that look like they came from an estate sale up in the Hills. A huge ass TV set above the mantle of a gas fireplace that Buck never even had the opportunity to see working before... Before.

Tommy is a shadow coming out of the kitchen, and Buck can't help but be a little pleased that he looks as crappy as Buck feels.

---

Eddie claps his hands together before either of them can get a word in. "Okay. Here's the thing. You're both dumbasses and there's a lot of shit that you guys gotta figure out on your own. But apparently you," he points at Tommy with the lip of a beer bottle. Corona. Tommy hates the stuff, and Buck is reminded once again how dearly Eddie loves him, "need empirical evidence that there's no deeply repressed sexual tension between Buck and I. So."

"You're insane," Tommy says, and Buck feels like snapping at him. He's probably right. This is an insane thing to do. Eddie ambushed his ex and then ambushed Buck in the frozen treats aisle and now he wants to kiss Buck to prove a point? What??

Eddie ignores it. Turns to Buck. "How do you wanna do this?"

And now would be the time, actually. Now would be the time to cut the thread, make it clean, break it for good. Only despite his protest, Tommy is staring between them and his expression looks almost... hungry. Frightened, at the same time. Oh. Oh.

He really had thought...?

Eddie's a fucking idiot. Buck doesn't want to kiss him. He's squared with the fact that he definitely had a crush when they first met and he's definitely been attracted to Eddie and just not realized it but he doesn't want Eddie. He doesn't want a life with Eddie, not like that. He doesn't- He isn't -

He loves Eddie more than almost every other person on the planet, but he's not in love with him.

Buck squares his shoulders. Nods. "Yeah, okay," and then he's taking three strides to meet Eddie at the coffee table.

---

"Oh come on, are you serious?"

Buck ignores the exclamation from the peanut gallery. Tries to figure out where to put his hands. He's never really noticed the height difference before. It's barely anything - a couple inches at most - but it feels like he's looming, this close. Which is stupid. He's been this close to Eddie a million times.

Eddie bends his knees to set the beer down. Darts his gaze back up to Buck.

Buck's seen him pull this move before, and has to bite down the urge to cackle because those big brown cow eyes have charmed women up and down California and probably plenty of Texas too but the only time Buck's ever seen them look genuine was when he was looking at Shannon.

He's got a good face. Angular in all the right places, expressive in a way a lot of men try to hide. Good eyelashes, clear skin.

Eddie gets a thumb in one of Buck's belt loops and tugs.

It's a good move. It's a move that has inspired Buck to sink to his knees on more than one occasion with the right men. Man. Just the one man.

He desperately bites back a giggle when the front of their thighs brush and Buck feels nothing more than the heat coming off Eddie.

Eddie's flushed, just a little, like he's well aware how ridiculous this all is, but he's got his I'm So Fucking Serious face on and there is a part of Buck, something fucked up and broken and wrong, that wonders how Tommy would feel to see it. To know that Buck is out there in the world kissing people who aren't Tommy. It's not like he'd ended things because he didn't care for Buck, because he wasn't attracted to him. It's gotta sting, right?

Buck gets a hand on Eddie's waist, just above his hip bone. He's never actually paid attention to how much more slim Eddie is, before, how big Buck's hands feel against him.

The night Tommy had first kissed him, Buck had spent an indeterminate length of time replaying every second of the interaction. The lead up, the frank honesty, the way Buck's entire body had followed the flow of Tommy's. Heart racing, body thrumming: when Tommy had ducked his head, when he'd laughed, when he'd opened up his body language and dropped a tiny morsel of his heart, Buck had felt himself drawn in.

The lips that had caught his had set him alight.

Eddie shifts his weight and blinks up at him and for half a second Buck wants this to be a good kiss - earth shattering, life changing. He wants to feel it. Wants it to be better than every kiss he and Tommy ever shared.

The pointer and middle finger he uses to tilt Eddie's chin up are petty as hell.

[basicinstinctmacher]

Dark!Protective Ethan x Sunshine!Reader

i’m trying to do a lot better about giving warnings in my fics because i know certain topics or themes can be uncomfortable or triggering for people, no matter how big or small it is your feelings are valid! so, with that being said:

WARNINGS: reader uses the pronouns she/her, reader is financially stable, she calls her dad daddy, ethan hates everyone but reader

Something always being questioned by your friends was, how in the hell did you manage to always be so damn happy all the time? If sunshine was in human form, you were it. Always bright. Always beaming. Not only were you happy, you were sweet. Like disney princess sweet, no mean bone in your body.

Which only added to the confusion on why in the hell you would choose Ethan out of everyone to fall in love with. He was not sweet, or bright. Definitely not beaming. Unless it was for you, then in that case, he was like spun sugar.

Point is, you were kind of a mystery to them. That is until they find out how financially secure your family is.

When your friends pulled up to your family's lake house, to say they were shocked was an understatement. "Okay. It all makes so much sense now." Tara said removing her sunglasses. "Yeah," Chad added. "The designer sundresses. The whimsical chaos. You're sunshine in human form personality. You're rich!"

You furrow your brows at that. "What? No I'm not!" Before anyone else could say anything, a man dressed in a very expensive looking cardigan and loafers walks out of the house. "Sweet Pea, I have some bad news." You turn at the sound of your dad's voice. "Oh no, what is it daddy?"

"That's her dad?!?" Mindy whispers to Chad as they all look very surprised at the father and daughter duo. "I thought that was a celebrity."

"I'm not gonna be able to stay the weekend like we planned, pumpkin. I gotta go take care of work stuff." They hear your dad say, and watch as he pinches your cheeks in that, "you are the light of my life." kind of way. "I understand. Can you meet my friends before you leave though? They're all finally here!" You grab your dad's arm and gently pull him over to your friends.

"Alright daddy, this is Tara, Chad, Mindy, and Anika! Guys, this is my dad!"

They all exchange pleasantries and carry on in conversation for a while before your dad finally gets ready to leave. "Okay, pumpkin, I'm off. I made your favorite lemonade and cut some fruit in star shape for you and your friends. Be good and I'll see you and Ethan when I get back home."

After your dad leaves, you show everyone to their rooms, and let them unpack and settle in while you go find wherever Ethan had disappeared to.

As soon as the group step out onto the back of the wraparound porch, Tara actually stops in her tracks. "I swear we are in some kind of disney movie right now."

Mindy added in disbelief, "She has a garden built from a cottage core pinterest board." You were barefoot in the grass, twirling around in your pretty yellow sundress. "Wait until you see my lemonade swing!" You beam at them excitedly. "What the hell is a lemonade swing?" Chad asked very much confused.

"It's her porch swing where you drink lemonade." Ethan answers flatly, almost like the answer was obvious, walking by without a shirt on and carrying an axe. He looked like he just stepped out of a sexy lumberjack thirst trap calendar. They went silent.

"I need to sit down." Tara muttered. "I need to be lobotomized." Mindy whispered to Anika. "I understand even more now why shes so freaking happy all the time. I'd be happy too if my boyfriend looked like he could bench press a car." Mindy lightly elbows Anika after that.

Meanwhile, you were humming a Taylor Swift song to yourself while gathering wildflowers, occasionally stopping to show Ethan one. "Ethan, look at this one! It's pink with freckles! Just like me!" Ethan stopped what he was doing to look at the flower, and with complete seriousness states, "You're way prettier baby." You let out a soft squeal at that, and then skipped away to add it to your basket of overflowing flowers.

"How are they real?"

"She's like a literal disney princess, and he's a serial killer in a slasher movie that only kills people who look at her wrong." Mindy states in pure disbelief.

Later on you're all sitting together in the living room, just relaxing after a day spent in the sun, when Mindy asks the question that's been on everyone's mind. "Okay but, how do you exist?"

You pause from bedazzling your new reusable tote bag, and blink up from your seat on the floor. "Huh?" Tara politely clarifies, "You're like objectively spoiled, Y/N/N. You grew up with a boat guy, you still call your dad 'daddy', and he unironically calls you 'princess'. And you still say 'please' and 'thank you' to waiters and bake cookies for the maintenance crew."

You tilt your head at that, "Just because my dad has money and I benefit from it, doesn't mean I get to treat people like they're garbage." Ethan quietly laughs from beside you and places a kiss to your cheek, "I told you guys. She's sunshine wrapped in chanel." You hide your face in Ethan's shoulder as you defend yourself, "It was vintage!"

"Of course it was, of course your $800 purse is sustainably sourced and secondhand."

You give them a sheepish grin. "My dad says if I'm gonna spend money, I better do it right."

After a while you move everyone out to the deck and put Ethan to work making a fire in the fire-pit, obviously he does so willingly, and you bring out a tray filled with all the essentials for making s'mores.

When the fire is successfully lit, Ethan pulls you into his lap in a deck chair, and wraps his arms securely around your waist. Fireflies dance softly around the lake making the atmosphere even more peaceful.

"This place is magical." Tara whispers as she watches the flames crackle in the fire-pit. "She's magical," Ethan corrects Tara, pressing his cheek to your head. "The lake just knows to rise to her level when she's around."

The next morning after the best sleep of their lives, the group wanders out to the dock one by one, where you have been curled into Ethan's lap for the past hour. You had a deeply serious expression on your face as you were hyper focused on making a daisy chain. "Is she really always like this?" Chad questions through a yawn. Not even looking over at Chad as he tucked another wildflower into your hair, Ethan simply stated, "Every single day."

Tara smiled questionably at that, "Like every day? Sitting in your lap, wearing your hoodie, surrounded by flowers on a dock? You're basically living in a pinterest board." You giggled at that, and look up at your friends dreamily. "I am the pinterest board!"

Mindy snorted, "Yeah sure, if the pinterest board was created by an eight year old obsessed with fairy's and apologizing to ants." Your eyes widen dramatically in offense, "That's because ants have feelings too and everyone is always so mean to them!" But before Mindy could come up with a snarky response, Ethan cuts his eyes at her. Dark but calm. Protective. "Think very carefully about what you're about to say to her." His voice was way too casual to deem safe. Almost like he was daring her to test him.

You, completely unfazed by your boyfriend's murderous undertone, just smiled up at him and tugged on his sleeve. "Ethan, will you help me finish this flower crown? You have such gentle hands.” He visibly softened, and kissed your lips quickly, “Whatever you want, baby.”

Chad lets out a baffled breath. “He literally kills people for fun in his free time. But look at him, with her he’s like wrapped around her glitter covered finger.”

“I’m watching a man who has quite literally broken a guys nose for spilling coffee on him help make a flower crown.” Anika whispers as she watches Ethan delicately tie off the stems of the crown.

Once the crown was complete and placed proudly on your head, Ethan moved behind you to rest his chin on your shoulder. “My perfect little lake goddess.” He whispers in your ear.

You squealed and dramatically threw yourself back into his lap. “I’m retiring from everything except feeding ants and Ethan kisses.”

“Sounds like a solid life plan,” he says while squishing your cheeks together sweetly. “I’ll handle the rest.”

Mindy buries her face into her hands with a groan. “They’re so in love, I think all of humanity is third wheeling.”

“Glad you’re finally catching on.” Ethan deadpans.

[vermiciousyidreborn]

So people keep assuring me that Palestinians are also indigenous to the southern levant and...well, I admit I'm skeptical of this. Like, I'm NOT advocating expelling them or genocide, etc. Those are all bad, just questioning the notion of indigeneity here. Mostly as a consequentialist. If Palestinians are indigenous to the Levant, that seems to imply other things. Let's think through this.

We're going to set aside the UN notion of indigenous because that's crafted to exclude Jews and often enough this is a statement by people who reject that and consider Jews to be indigenous, they're often saying both groups are. So...I guess that means something like "A group is indigenous to the region where they underwent ethnogenesis" so we'll take that as our definition of indigeneity. Jews are indigenous to the Levant, check. We're good. Arabs are indigenous to Arabia. All makes sense.

So, anyway, what's an ethnic group? From Wikipedia:

An ethnicity or ethnic group is a group of people who identify with each other on the basis of perceived shared attributes that distinguish them from other groups. Those attributes can include a people of a common language, culture, common sets of ancestry, traditions, society, religion, history, or social treatment.[

Ok, so common language, culture, traditions, history, etc.

So European American Protestants are indigenous to North America? Common history (going back to the 1600s!), identify as a group, believe they have a common culture (even if we need to break things up more finely, you can find common cultures, say, New England, or Midwest, wee American Nations), common language (English, which I will posit is part of why there's basically a moral panic about Spanish and has been almost my entire life, in much of the country). Note that an ethnicity "can include" and doesn't need ALL of these things.

So it seems pretty solid that European American Protestants are, at the least, a collection of ethnic groups unique to North America. Which means they did ethnogenesis here. Which means they're indigenous now.

So...let's be clear, to me this is a reductio ad absurdam. OF COURSE white US protestants are not indigenous to North America! But I've yet to see definitions that mark Palestinian Arabs as indigenous to the Levant without also implying that white Americans are indigenous to fucking Ohio (along with the rest of the country).

Especially when you consider that white american protestant as an identity in this sense is older than a distinct Palestinian identity. It just brings us to the eternal questions that the Israeli/Palestinian conflict brings up and that people REALLY don't want to discuss:

When, if ever, does indigeneity expire? Personally, I think it doesn't, and Jews are and will always be indigenous to the Levant, just like the Cherokee Nation is indigenous to the US Southeast, even though they've been displaced. Though I know many "Pro-Palestine" activists implicitly believe indigeneity does expire, at least for Jews, but even if I weren't Jewish, I wouldn't want that precedent set because it would fuck over EVERYONE

When does a colonizer become indigenous to the place they colonized? This is rarely discussed, but lies implicitly behind a lot of things. Again, I want to avoid setting bad precedents, but I don't see how Palestinian Arabs can have hit this threshold and white people in the US haven't, which leads me to reject the idea that colonizers can ever become indigenous, at least while holding onto the identity that did the colonization (White and Arab, respectively, hell, White Christian and Arab Muslim if we want to get more specific).

Now, I don't believe colonizers need to be killed or expelled, I'm generally against violence outside of self-defense, but I do think that the rhetoric we use matters, and I want to interrogate it.

[brooooswriting]

Hi would you write for a Leighton x reader where r forgets to take their adhd meds and they get really overwhelmed and they just ‘disappear’ and nobody can find them and they’re just in Leighton’s bed trying to de stress, and the first place they thought of was leightons because they feel safe and calm with her?

Where were you?

Leighton was about to have a breakdown. She hasn't seen you for over 24 hours, and she hasn't heard from you for about 5 hours now, which wasn't normal. The last time she really heard from you was this morning when you texted her good morning, and since then, nothing. She didn't think anything about it since you would always join her and her roommates for lunch but you were a no-show.

So, she texted you, but nothing. She asked your friends and again nothing. And when no one could reach you and nobody found you, a bit of panic went loose in all your friends. While your friends and Leighton went crazy, you were quietly laying in a bed.

Leighton’s bed, to be exact. The covers were pulled up to your head as you soaked in the blonde’s smell, which lay atop you like a protective barrier. All the stress, negative thoughts, and feelings nearly disappeared. Yesterday, like the idiot you could be, you forgot to take your meds. You didn't really notice until suddenly every small thing started to annoy you and overwhelm you. The fact that you didn't know the reason for it made things even worse until you figured that you forgot your meds.

By now, Leighton, her friends and your friends were on a search mission for you. They knew how you could be and if you went offline in every sense that could mostly mean bad things. So, Leighton searched in your building complex and the gym, Kimberly was looking through the dining hall and the shops, Whitney was going to the donut shop close by and your friends were looking through some of the lecture halls. Bela decided to look for you in the library after getting a hoodie from her and Leightons room.

The girl stalked inside, typing on her phone as she slammed the door open. She hummed as she searched through her closet, grabbing a nice one and turning around just to let it fall when she saw someone in Leightons bed. “Leighton? I thought we are going to search y/n” she questioned as she stepped closer. “Leighton?” She pulled the covers back a bit just to see y/h/c and eyebrows that definitely didn’t belong to Leighton. “Y/n?” She mumbled to herself before sighing.

She exited the room with her phone in hand to let the others know. “Leight? I found her, she’s sleeping in your bed” she explained as she got an apple sauce from the mini fridge.

“You gotta be kidding me. I’m going to kill her” the blonde grumbled and hung up the phone making Bela giggle. Leighton was fuming, not because you were in her room but because you were sleeping in there peacefully while she was freaking out. The dorm room slammed open making her roommate flinch, “is she still in bed?”

“Yeah, she’s dead asleep I guess” she explained but was mostly ignored as Leighton was already slamming the door to their room open. Bela decided that she didn’t want to be a part of this so she left and told everybody that you were fine.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She screamed as she pulled the blanket off of you, making you whine. You stuttered something out that wasn’t understandable. “Why are you just sleeping here?” She questioned as you carefully sat up, her relief that you were fine overwhelming her and making her miss your shaky hands and wet eyes.

“I- I am sorry. I didn’t think that you’d be mad about it. I mean you gave me the keys after all” you stuttered again and avoided any eye contact with the mad blonde. Her anger seemed to subside though as she started to see the weird way you were behaving and the tears in your eyes.

“Why did you come here?” Her voice was much softer this time, but she kept her distance as long as she didn’t know what was wrong. You scotched back against the headboard and pulled the blanket over you again.

“I forgot to take my meds and i didn’t even notice until I suddenly felt annoyed by everything and everyone and I started to have panic and anxiety and headaches and tantrums and I was so frustrated and normally I would have called you but the headaches made it impossible to look at my phone. So…” you hesitated to keep talking as Leighton sat next to you, her arm wrapped around you pulling you closer to give you comfort.

“So the first place you thought of was my bed?” Your head was laying on her shoulder which made you miss her smile when she said that. Trusting someone has never come easy to her but trusting you was like breathing, it came natural to her.

“I-yeah. I’m sorry if I overstepped, it’s just the thought of your perfume and all of this around me made me calm down already” you explained further playing with the fingers on her hand that wasn’t wrapped around you.

“Gosh, now I feel like an asshole. I love the fact that you thought of me first and felt comfortable coming here, I was just scared. Nobody had heard from you for over five hours and that is never good so I thought that maybe something had happened. I’m sorry I was so rude when I came inside” it was easy to know that she was telling the truth, her voice was so soft that it was impossible that she was lying.

“No, I get it. I would have been mad too. I’m sorry I didn’t text, it just slipped my mind” her arm squeezes you a bit tighter, which was her way of showing that she understood and was fine with it. You stayed in a comfortable silence for a moment before you noticed your headaches coming back, you often had them after feeling frustrated and overwhelmed. Your shifting was an obvious sign to the blonde by now.

“How are you now?” She questioned, looking down at you with a look that told you not to lie. It was smart, you would have tried to lie but she had a different kind of power over you.

“My head still hurts” you quietly confessed, looking down at the blanket that was covering your legs. Leighton sighs and leans over to get some medicine from next to her bed.

“Here take these and then turn over so I can cuddle you while we take another nap” she insisted, not leaving any space for arguments which, again, was smart. It was rather early in the day and you knew she still had classes.

You mumbled a thank you, took the pill and turned on your side facing away from the blonde so she could hug you from behind. The light was quickly turned off and a text was shot to her roommates to be quiet when they came home. “Leighton?”

“Yes love?”

“Thank you for caring” you weren’t quite at the ‘I love you’ mark yet, so this was the best you could do. You had both shown how much you loved each other throughout the day; you could only think of her during your worst moments and she would have torn down the campus to find you.

“Thank you for feeling safe with me” she pressed a kiss to your head and pulled you closer before you both drifted off to sleep.

[cheshireliam]

"Me and You, Always" Story Event: Silvio Ricci Chapter 2

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Emma: Could you close your eyes for a moment? 

Silvio: Ya really think I’d fall for such a classic trap?

(Bet she’s gonna hug me and call it a present… or is it a kiss?)

I could practically see where this was headed, and mentally went on high alert. 

Emma: What do you mean “trap”... please, just trust me. 

Silvio: Put a hand on yer chest and think about it. How many damn times have ya tricked me already? 

Emma: … So is that a no? 

Silvio: …

Silvio: … Tch. 

(Damn it all… I’m playin’ right into this woman’s hands again.) 

Despite being fully aware of what could happen, I let out a resigned sigh and closed my eyes.

Emma: Fufu… alright, here I come. 

(I knew it’d be this kinda thing.) 

I braced myself to remain completely unfazed, regardless what sort of “attack” she launched on me. 

I heard footsteps crunching on the sand as Emma approached— and something light was placed on my lap.

Emma: Alright, you can open your eyes now. 

I opened my eyes and looked down to see a neatly folded handkerchief embroidered with little seashells. 

It was clearly made by Emma herself.

(She always pulls this kinda stuff when I’m bein’ suspicious of her…) 

Silvio: Ya did a good job on this. 

When I took her hand and looked up, her soft lips brushed against my cheek.

The summer heat surged through my body like a tidal wave the second I processed what just happened. 

Silvio: Y-Ya little… ya actually did it. 

Emma: I wasn't planning to be cheeky, but you were being so overly guarded, I couldn't help myself. 

Silvio: I wasn’t guarded.

Emma: Wahh!? 

(I totally let my guard down.) 

Busy flashing me that triumphant grin, Emma barely had time to react before I grabbed her head and messed with her hair. 

But then I remembered I still had the handkerchief in my other hand and eased up so I wouldn't crumple it.

(Almost wrecked the thing.)

Emma seemed to notice the way I softened my grip and her expression grew tender. 

Emma: Do you like it?

Silvio: This? Yeah.

Emma: The kiss was the main gift.

Silvio: … Ya havin’ fun messin’ with me, ain’t ya? 

Emma: Not at all. It’s just… it makes me really happy to know you were thinking about me today too. 

Silvio: Just so ya know, yer face’s bright red too. 

Emma: …! You noticed… 

(This woman’s got me completely off balance… why the hell am I feelin’ all lighthearted too?)

Even though it ticked me off and my brows remained furrowed for a moment… 

The sound of her laughter mixed with the crashing waves loosened my guard a little too much, and before I knew it, a genuine laugh slipped from my lips too. 

…

Emma: Mmm, today’s the perfect day for a picnic!

The heat and humidity of summer was over, and now the gentle autumn breeze made the air refreshingly cool. 

Even as we walked through the forest of red trees preparing themselves for winter, my head was full of question marks. 

Silvio: If it’s a picnic ya want, there’s plenty of better spots in Benitoite for it.

Silvio: Why’d we have to hike through a forest with ground rough enough to trip up half the women in the kingdom…? 

Emma: Because this feels more like a real adventure. 

(Knew it. She’s still high off those damn adventure stories.) 

The most popular adventure story in Benitoite was the Voyages of The Continent’s Biggest Tycoon, a fictional memoir written based on a real person and heavily dramatized by the author. 

There was no doubt Emma had read one of the embellished parts — the one where the tycoon landed on an island and trekked through the wilderness, and she was now trying to recreate that experience. 

(But… is that really all?) 

(Doesn’t feel like the kinda thing she’d go outta her way to keep secret.)

Emma: Oh! Master! 

Silvio: I said I ain’t yer master. What now? 

Emma: I spotted a cave over there.

Silvio: Don’t even thinking ‘bout it. We ain’t geared up for explorin’ caves. 

Emma: I know. But the first rule of setting up camp is to find a spot that shields you from the elements, so…

She turned to face me with a smile brighter than the sunlight spilling through the trees. 

Emma: Just watch. 

…

As soon as we stepped into the cave, Emma started setting up a simple campsite. 

She was surprisingly confident, there was no fumbling or hesitation in her movements. Although there was still a little bit of roughness in her execution, she clearly knew what she was doing. 

(... She’s actually usin’ what she learned from that summer cookout.)

Only the campsite was fully set up, Emma pulled a book out of the bag she had slung over her shoulder.

Emma: I want to try cooking a wild vegetable soup today. 

Silvio: Ya seriously brought a guidebook to mountain greens with ya?

(I was thinkin’ her bag looked heavy…) 

Despite my offers to carry it instead, Emma stubbornly held onto her bag the whole way. 

Turns out it contained more than just that book; it had gloves, shears, all sorts of equipment for gathering wild plants. 

Emma: I’ve been wanting to try it at least once ever since autumn. 

Emma: I did feel bad for asking you to come along, but…

Emma: I figured you’d be mad if I’d gone alone. 

Silvio: Ya ain’t wrong ‘bout that. I’ll give ya credit. 

Emma’s lips curled into a proud smile when I placed a hand on her head.

Silvio: I don’t hate stuff like this, so quit worryin’ ‘bout me. 

Silvio: But… 

(‘Bout time I asked her.)

Just as Emma looked like she was ready to dash out of the cave in search of ingredients, I grabbed her and pulled her toward me— 

[tokkimins]

Oh man. I cannot get over how much this chapter has fuelled my interest in the manga again.

We’ve gotten dual reaction panels before but this just takes the cake. For the first time ever (I think), Sebastian is finally the one on the receiving end. HE’S the one in the splash zone, and Ciel is the one on the sidelines going “Damnnnn that shit sucksss.”

The only other time I can think of where Sebastian has been specifically targeted was during Noah’s ark with William. But even that just amounted to putting a slight limit on Sebastian’s autonomy. There was no question as to why Will hates Sebastian or vice-versa. (It’s not even like Sebastian had a track record of eating souls in William’s area specifically lol).

THIS, on the other hand, is possibly the most human problem Sebastian has ever had to deal with.

Someone is angry at him for something he did*. I can’t believe I’m saying this but… bro is finally facing the consequences of his actions... and we’re ACTUALLY gonna see him face them, RIGHT? (hopefully, probably. I’m begging you Yana please do something with this).

*If I were to vaguely speculate about what it is he did: “dragged me into the depths of hell” makes me think that Sebastian somehow got this person turned into a demon or something. Or at least, something non-human. I’m not very good “theorizing” so I’m just gonna leave it at that and let myself be wrong LOL.

Either way though, I’m so glad other ppl are picking up on how emotive Sebastian was in this chapter. I think this is the biggest range of reactive emotions we’ve seen from him in a single chapter. It also feels like this is the first time we’ve seen Sebastian lose composure in a way that doesn’t suit him.

He looks weary which is such a rare emotion to see worn on him. I’d even go so far as to say he looks slightly frightened in this particular panel. We don’t even change art styles here. This is genuine confusion on his face. And what a treat that is to see.

Judging by his reaction, I think we can safely say this is probably one of the strangest encounters Sebastian has ever had. Which to be fair, considering he’s probably killed or eaten almost all of his problems, it makes sense that this would come as a surprise.

With how confused he is, I’m honestly even considering memory loss as a sort of explanation.

What really hooked me though is the fact that Sebastian isn’t eager to kill this guy instantly.

When I read this part I initially thought this was completely OOC for him. I mean… “settle things peacefully”?? Who are you right now? Bro was literally just asking if he could kill everyone in the hotel like ???

It’s so unnatural for us to see Sebastian get concerned and actually reflect upon himself. The only time he ever mentions his own memories of his own volition is when he’s boasting to Ciel about having attended some major event in the 900 BC or some shit.

Overall, it’s just nice to see Sebastian be put under some pressure for once. He hasn’t had a personal conflict beyond “someone’s taking my dinner away” for a while so this is very refreshing to see.

After all, we’ve seen Sebastian look a bit weary or surprised before (ex. the twin reveal) but even in those moments, his reactions have never lasted beyond a panel or two. He’s always been able to jump back to his normal suave-butler attitude on a dime, so I really like that we end the chapter on him staying weary.

I truly hope this leads to something substantial… and that revealing some part of this “past memory” will actually affect the present (maybe even affect his relationship with Ciel or how Ciel views him).

[fixyourwritinghabits]

How to Handle Critique

I’ve got to admit, I wish I was one of those beatific saints that could take critique with a grateful smile. Instead, I am constantly suppressing a horrible little gremlin at the back of my head hissing at anything from legit plot critiques to grammar corrections. I’m well aware I used that comma wrong, GOD.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m very good at suppressing that gremlin, but the little bastard is still there. He exists because even though your brain knows critique can help, it also knows you worked damn hard on the thing being critiqued, and goddamnit, isn’t that enough???

Anyway, here are some tips on getting that gremlin to shut the hell up.

It is okay to be upset. You worked really hard on this thing, and now someone’s gone and pointed out all the things that suck about it. You cannot control how you feel about one thing or another, but you can allow yourself to feel that way and let it pass through you. Let your critique partner you’re taking time to reflect on it, and go for a walk. Do something else. Let those feelings pass through you before you get back to the page.

Give yourself time. Don’t feel like you need to correct things right away (unless they are minimal grammar tweaks). Some pieces of feedback might take awhile to sink in, especially when you’ve got a whole novel to wrestle through. Set it aside, think about something else for a week or so, and get back to it when you’ve reset.

Get a second opinion and/or ducky friend. It can be very hard to tell the difference between good and bad feedback sometimes. Someone who means very well could give feedback that just doesn’t work for you, and someone who doesn’t give two shits could have spotted that fatal flaw right away. You can bring in a real third party or just make use of the old rubber duck technique, where you talk through the issue with a friend or a Naruto poster telling you to Believe it. Working it out out-loud is a really effective technique to figure out what needs fixing and what doesn’t.

Guide critique-givers toward the feedback you want. I, a person who prefers straightforward fantasy and sci-fi, cannot give the fine-tooth points on how a romance novel should work. However, I can give feedback on what works for me and what doesn’t story-wise. Giving your beta reader or critique partner a list of questions to look for will help avoid vague feedback based on how they don’t like the genre. There are many ways to do this, but consider using the following as a base to tailor your own questions:

Did you get a good sense of the setting? Did the worldbuilding make sense to you?

Was this story clear? Where there any parts that seemed confusing?

What characters did you like and why? What characters didn’t you like?

Did any parts of the story feel slow or repetitive?

Did the beginning draw you in? Did the middle keep you engaged? Did the ending feel satisfying?

If you were to write [insert plot point here], what would you do differently?

Again, all of the above questions are up for debate depending on your goal, but we are rarely taught how to give good feedback, and a guided feedback session would work better for you than a free-for-all.

Figure out what kind of advice doesn’t work for you. It is really hard to give good feedback sometimes, even with guided questions. It can also be really hard to figure out why some feedback doesn’t click with you, and that’s a matter of digging deep to figure out what you really want. You may lean toward characters who are horrible fuck-ups, but your partner prefers more steady characters who always strive to do the right thing. Your characters, therefore, may never click with this person, no matter how much they want to help you. And that’s okay! Figuring out where your critique partner is coming from can help you figure out what parts of their feedback isn’t working for you. Sometimes the only thing you can do is thank them and move on, but you might also want to guide them to focus more on the plot or the worldbuilding when looking at your work.

And last, don’t focus on grammar. It’s great if they point that out, but if you end up changing everything, trying to fix that first is a waste of your time. Grammar tweaks last, plot points first.

And, I dunno, give yourself a treat to get that horrible little mind gremlin something else to focus on. Sometimes patting those bad feelings on the head and sending them away can help way more than ignoring them.