#man……..maybe I should get employed

[gio-cosmo]

I JUST ORDERED NAMGYU AND THANOS PHONE CHARMS … i can’t wait for them to accompany me everywhere this is so wonderful life is so whimsical and joyful

[exopelagic]

applied for a job!!!

[noxiatoxia]

Something Important About Hinata...

The way Hinata speaks in the Japanese version of SDR2 is a big deal for his character, and what contrasts him so well from Naegi Makoto.

Before we jump into that, I must briefly explain how Naegi talks, as it is integral for the comparison.

Naegi is very mild-mannered. His self-pronoun of choice is ボク (Boku) in Katakana. While the only self-pronoun in English is I/me/my, Japanese has many, all written in different ways, and these pronouns tell you a great deal about the character's personality.

In this case, what does this say about Naegi?

Naegi using Boku as opposed to Ore - another male pronoun - shows he's very mild-mannered. Boku is more polite than Ore is, and makes him appear more soft, polite, and less boyish than a number of his other male classmates who do use Ore.

Boku can be written in Hiragana ぼく, Katakana ボク, and Kanji 僕. So why Katakana for Naegi? What does it show?

It can show many things, but in Naegi's case, it emphasizes that he, above all else, is a teenager. Yes, all his classmates (minus Hagakure) are, but when I say it emphasizes this, I mean it shows he embodies what a teenager is. He's young, but he's not a kid. He's a little awkward; he's not fully mature in how he reacts to the world yet. He's hip and trendy, and maybe a little moody. Combine this with Boku, and you are told all you need about Naegi out the gate as soon as he says "My (ボク Boku) name is Naegi Makoto": he is a mild-mannered growing boy, probably up to date on the latest trends, probably a little awkward and soft-spoken, nicer than most males his age, and maybe even a bit naive.

These are all things that we learn to be true as the game goes on, but just by his pronoun alone, we can tell these things about Naegi.

Furthermore, there are different styles of speech, such as what particles you use. Some are more masculine or feminine, some speech styles are more rude. In Naegi's case, he uses gender-neutral particles, once again hinting at his mild nature.

So, what about Hinata?

Hinata is the opposite. We can tell from the get-go based on his self-pronoun.

He uses 俺 (Ore) in Kanji.

As said, Ore is more rude and man-ish than Boku. Right out the gate, the audience knows Hinata is going to be more rude, boyish, and assertive than Naegi.

His particle choice, compared to Naegi, also is mostly masculine, and he employs ruder speech options. Again, this paints Hinata as someone much more outspoken, forceful, and meaner.

This was no accident. In fact, it was a core part of his character, stated in the SDR2 art book:

"No, that's wrong!"* The boldness of this catchphrase is truly what makes Hinata who he is. Each time he says it in a Class Trial, it feel more self-assured than the last. In the last killing game at Hope's Peak Academy, the protagonist was a well-behaved, un-masculine person, which caused some issues, and he was even criticized at a point for being "too arrogant for Naegi-kun". Kind men are fine and all, but for a protagonist, I want someone a little more fired-up!

*In English, both Hinata and Naegi's phrases are translated the same. However, Naegi says sore wa chigau yo, while Hinata says sore wa chigau zo. Yo is gender neutral, while zo is masculine and can sound ruder, hence this being the line that "Makes Hinata who he is".

But...why Kanji?

Using Kanji for a self-pronoun in a character signifies many things. In Hinata's case, it tells us he's intelligent, mature for his age, probably acts more grown-up and pragmatic than boys his age. It can also be a sign of being dignified, almost noble-esque. For example, Togami also uses 俺.

But...it's strange, right? Because while Hinata is smart and is more pragmatic, he is also pretty obviously still your average teen. In fact, it's something he laments: he's painfully normal.

So...should it not be オレ, Ore in Katakana?

After all, almost every teen boy protagonist in media uses オレ, or a form of it (like Goku, who uses オラ Ora, a "Southern" version of Ore, still in Katakana). Would it not make more sense for Hinata to then use オレ?

I actually don't think so.

Besides personality differences that could warrant the use of Kanji, I think the usage of Kanji is most purposeful as a subversion of expectation. Like I said, generally speaking, most teenage male protagonists uses オレ. Pick up any shounen, and the protag will likely be using オレ.

In my opinion, by using 俺, the same self-pronoun, just written in a different script, it imparts something very small but very noteworthy to the audience: something is off about this otherwise normal teenager.

Hinata talks about how he's painfully normal, but then, why not the painfully normal pronoun?

Out the gate it gives this off feeling. Ever so slightly, something is wrong with the guy that shows he's not as normal as he claims.

And then, Chapter 6 happens.

It's incredibly clever foreshadowing, all just by changing how the character says "I".

To add on...when Hinata underwent the Kamukura project, they truly ripped everything from Hinata, including how he speaks.

While Hinata uses 俺 Ore, Kamukura uses 僕 Boku in Kanji. I've already explained both Boku and Kanji script, so you can probably put them together. But in short, it shows Kamukura is far more mild, less assertive and less masculine. He is intelligent, regal, far above everyone else, but is polite.

More interesting is the way Kamukura speaks. He talks closer to Naegi, using gender-neutral particles instead of rude or masculine ones. However, he is even more polite than most characters, as he uses Keigo.

Keigo is "polite speech", and as it suggests, makes a character sound polite and formal. Characters like Tsumiki and Sonia use it.

In Kamukura's case, this makes him sound...like an academic paper. He is mild-mannered, he is polite, he is intelligent. The way he speaks gives the feeling of a reporter on the news, a scientific paper, an essay - someone who is there to relay information, not his feelings or opinions. Which is funny, seeing as he can't help but give his opinions in calling everything boring. I think that contrast shows, despite Hope's Peak's best efforts, Kamukura is still human.

It is still a far cry from Hinata, who's manner of speaking alone exuded so much personality, so much feeling, and a whole lot of self-expression.

Finally, I'll cap this post off with a fun fact: Kamukura probably was never going to have red eyes.

This is just a theory, but there is interesting pieces of evidence to support this.

In all versions of SDR2, early beta sprites are used for nearly every truth bullet. If a truth bullet is using a character sprite (such as a testimony truth bullet), it most likely is using an early version of the sprite by accident. This can be seen with Souda, Sonia, Nanami, Tsumiki, Komaeda, etc.

With this pattern in mind, here is the truth bullet with Awakened Hinata on it:

Beyond the fact he's missing the red eyes, you can tell it's a very early version as his shoulder and hair aren't as spiky as they should be.

They hadn't quite edited the sprite yet. But, I find the lack of red eyes interesting when compounded with a strange piece of merch I talked about here.

I won't repeat the details as you can check the post out if you'd like, but I will show the photos again.

Considering early beta versions of sprites are sometimes mistakenly used in Danganronpa merch (and other beta sprites were used in this merch line, such as Komaeda's), this makes me assume this, too, is a beta Kamukura sprite, and he was originally intended to have Hinata's eye color.

[luveline]

jade! i’d love to see anything with eddie and roan <3 i miss my man and my child

eddie and roan | ty for requesting <3

“Get lost.” 

“You get lost, you weirdo.” 

“I’m serious, go play somewhere else.” 

Steve frowns, shaking the fist of his Barbie at Eddie in outrage. “This is supposed to be a playdate. You can’t just boss me around.” 

“No, this is dinner. You were invited over for dinner.” 

“And Roan employed me to build some deep backstory for her characters!” 

Roan sits in your lap at the dinner table, nowhere near their playing. She has cracker crumbs falling from her mouth as she asks, “Wait, are they talking about me?” 

“Don’t think so,” Robin says, a butter knife in hand. She spreads thick, salty butter from one corner of a cracker to the other, cheddar dust falling from it like orange snow. 

You’re pleasantly surprised when she hands it to you. 

“I’m trying to get these sweet ladies dressed and you’re messing up their outfits,” Eddie says. 

“I’m not messing them up, they just look stupid when you dress them.” 

“I know how they looked in the box, okay? I should. I paid for them.” 

“That’s not true. I bought this one.” Steve holds up a Barbie with a flight attendant’s outfit on. 

“And I bought the bug scientist one!” you add from your seat. Like with Roan, cracker crumbs try their hardest to fall down your shirt. A Metallica one, Eddie’s influence. 

“I know how they look,” Eddie affirms. 

“So what? They’re toys, you don’t have to dress them up like they came in the box. Roan, can you please do me a big huge favour and tell your daddy he’s being too strict with me?” 

Steve’s pouts at her, but Eddie’s daughter is loyal to her father. “Daddy always dresses them the best, sorry,” Roan says. 

“My angel,” Eddie says, a mutter, distracted by a Barbie where he wrestles a coat over plastic arms. “Thanks, baby.” 

She licks her fingertip. “Y’welcome.” 

You squeeze your arms around her waist and steal a slice of cheese from the paper plate in front of her. 

“Don’t let him draw you into their fighting. Anyone would think they’re the kids,” Robin says. 

“I resent that!” Eddie says, as Steve calls, “Shut it, Buckley, nobody asked you!” 

“I asked, Aunt Robin,” Roan says. 

The boys tussle over a pair of plastic shoes. Robin just sighs, like she’s seen it a hundred times before. “Thank you, Ro. I hate when they do this.” 

You’re enjoying it, but maybe the novelty wears off. 

“Babe?” Eddie calls. 

“Yeah?” Steve asks. 

“Fuck off a second. Sweetheart?” 

“Yeah?” you ask. 

“Can you get that plate of cheese out for Roan, please?” 

You snort and grab another cracker from the tub. “What does he think I’m doing?” you ask Roan in a whisper. “What, I’m just sitting here watching him play with your dollies?” 

“He’s silly,” Roan whispers back, giggling. 

A pink high heel the size of your fingernail pings off the side of Eddie’s head. “Can you pay attention to me? I’m trying to get her ready for the catwalk and you’re not helping.” 

“I don’t know,” you say, shrugging with a smile. They seem like they’re actually having fun, under their exaggerated spats. “It looks like a good time.” 

[mrsparrasblog]

Barracks Baby

Summary: After sleeping with four of your fellow teammates, you need to navigate through pregnancy and finding out who the Baby Daddy is

You should have listened to your mother, was all you thought when you looked at that bloody positive stick in your hand. Your mother always said, "Don’t whore around; you’re going to end up pregnant and unwed. Keep your virginity until marriage," blah blah blah.

What your mom didn’t tell you were the effects of living on a military base. You wouldn’t call yourself a barracks bunny—you only slept with four guys; there must be more to it for earning that title. And who could judge you? Everyone would if they could. These four men were everything every other man lacked on earth. No one could make you cum as many times as John could, no one could make you feel so stupid like Simon could, no one was as pretty and nice as Kyle—fucking him in any other position than missionary would be a crime against humanity—and no one had as much stamina as Johnny; he could go for at least six rounds, shove a protein bar between your pouty lips, and go four more.

You weren’t sure what to do. That was a lie—you always wanted kids, just not like this, not in this situation, without knowing who the baby daddy is, being employed by the military, and best of all, being broke. Of course, you could call your best friend Conny; she would always support you with the baby, but even she couldn’t help you break the news to the boys.

Your mother would probably kill you—no, she wouldn’t, but she would tell you all about eating liver sprinkled with fish oil, quitting your job, and getting into a relationship with that loser Mark you once dated. He would still take you after being knocked up, but how could you return to that after having these four guys?

You needed to tell them; you knew it. There was no other way around this situation. Maybe one of them would step up. You were sure if it was Price's baby, he would support you mentally and financially, though your military career would be destroyed. Simon would be a different story; he hated kids—or at least that’s what you thought. He never wanted them, never anything more than a fling. Johnny would be the safest choice; he would take care of you, step up, marry you, and make you a cute housewife in the Highlands. No more working sounded good right now to you. Kyle was a wildcard; he would support you—he was a good guy—but he never spoke about kids. He could either love them or hate them.

You stood up; it was enough time sitting on the toilet and overthinking. You walked outside, gripping the stick tightly and holding it against your stomach, trying to hide it from the rookies walking past you. They had too much fun; if you were with Simon right now, you’d make them run laps for smiling. Rookies aren’t there to be happy; they are there to suffer. Fuck, you’re going to be a terrible mom, you thought. You treated rookies badly, you forgot to feed your hamster once, and you’re only good at shooting and fucking—what will you teach this kid? The anxiety inside of you only grew bigger with every passing second.

You reached the meeting room, sat down, and sighed as you took out your phone, scrolling until you found the Group chat 141 + Hot Stuff. You remembered how Johnny changed it after you joined and how the Lt. threw a fit over it.

You: Important things to discuss, please come to the meeting room, now.

Daddy <3: Everything okay?

Emo Boy: Affirmative

Pretty Boy: Can I finish the set?

Bubbles: It’s 7 am, I’m not coming

You: NOW

With that, everyone agreed. You weren’t sure how to break the news. "Hey, I’m pregnant; it might be any one of you. Surprise, Daddy!" wasn’t a good idea. Leaving the pregnancy test out on the table as if it were a loaded gun wasn’t a good idea either. Well, you had to admit it was like a round of Russian roulette, just more deadly.

Simon was the first to join. He looked at you as if he knew but kept his mouth shut. After a few minutes, everyone was sitting at the table, looking at you in confusion. You never called a meeting; it would be uncalled for as a Sergeant anyway.

"Why are we here, Bonnie?" Soap destroyed the silence you had hidden yourself in.

You could talk now, explain it, or say anything to make it sound better, but all you could say was a miserable, "I’m pregnant."

Shocked expressions would be an understatement. John tugged on his beard, Johnny lost the color from his face, Kyle looked as if he were a teenager caught past curfew, and Simon’s expression was unreadable to you.

"I’m not sure who the father is among you four," the second bomb went off.

"How could that happen?" was all Johnny said.

"Yes, how could that happen," you spat out sarcastically.

"Babe, please let me cum inside, need you raw." "Let Daddy breed you, Sweetheart, need you all full for me." "The condom broke again, Bonnie." "I’ll pull out, love." Yes, how could that have happened?

"I’m out of this shit," Ghost’s words cut deeper than a knife as he stood up and left without another word. By your luck, he was probably the Dad.

"My mother is going to kill me."

"You’re 28, Gaz, no one’s going to kill you. You’re not a bloody teenager anymore."Price spoke in a stern voice.

"Oh."

"Yes, oh."

"I’ll give you financial support if it is mine or if you want to get rid of it," when you thought Ghost's words hurt, then Price killed you. He made you on the edge of breaking down—correction, you broke down. The tears in your eyes already streamed down your cheeks; damn hormones. Price looked at you in guilt. He wanted to speak up, but Johnny went first.

"That’s fucking great news, Bonnie. If it’s mine, oh God, I always wanted a wee bairn. Think of him looking like me, or getting twins—the MacTavish genes are pretty strong. We’re getting a wee lad, probably a 10-pounder like me."

Ten pounds—that’s a whole ass turkey. You didn’t even get the chance to excuse yourself before you ran outside, throwing up again. "Fuck, what did I get myself into?"

[always-just-red]

hi rach ♡ for the christmas prompts, can i request zayne and 04? (and i hope you're having a good week! ♡)

Hiiii! Hope you're having a good week too, thanks for the request! 🥰💕 ALSO everyone say a big thank you to Rafayel, who had to physically restrain me throughout the writing of this fic for the safety of our dear doctor! No writing would have been done!!! 😇

A New Patient

Zayne x Reader ❄️

Prompt #014: on an ice rink, careful to dodge the bustling crowd that stumble and rush past.

Warnings/Additional tags: gn!reader, established relationship, super minor injury, a lil bit of PDA and a pinch of suggestion at the end (Zayne can't help it-- look at you!!!)

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Disclaimer: Characters belong to Love and Deepspace. All work is my own, so please don't repost or plagiarise!

“Zayne! Zayne! Look, no hands!”

Mittened fingers wave in front of the doctor’s face, having finally— after a slow twenty minutes— left the ice rink’s railing. Clad in skates, your feet are still threatening to slip out from underneath you, even more so as you make your humble boast, and you wobble precariously.

Zayne chuckles, reaching to help steady your balance. “Impressive.”

“Right? Anyway, let go! I’ve so got this!”  

“You’re sure?”

“One hundred percent. Unhand me, sir.”

“As you command.”

His grip on you slips away as he takes an overtly confident step back. He’s sporting the same, enthralled smile of disbelief that lit-up the moment you set foot on the ice. The grace with which you evade and strike down Wanderers? Gone. The calm competence you employ when stitching a wound under his instruction? Gone.

The only thing you’ve managed to hold onto is sheer, near-delusional stubbornness, and Gods, he adores it. His silly, self-destructive Deepspace Hunter. He’s never been gladder to be a doctor; at this rate, you will be needing one.

A couple skate past you, giving you a wide berth, like the rest of the crowd on the rink. Zayne is acting as a sort of barrier, but he doesn’t really need to. You’re getting the same courtesy paid to you as the children here: space for mistakes. Space to slip over without taking anyone down with you.

Not far away, a man loses his footing, landing straight on his ass. He laughs unashamedly. You and Zayne both beam at him. See? It could be worse. Miraculously, you haven’t actually fallen o—

Something careens through your legs, and the next thing you know, you’ve crashed to the ice and you’re staring up at the sky, winded. Your breath aches as it comes back.

Zayne is saying your name: leaning over you, and— is he trying not to laugh?! His hand is over his mouth, but his eyes are creased so obviously. A single scrape in battle is worth making a fuss over, but this is funny? Nope. Nuh-uh. Get up, you have to kill him.

Just as you’re sitting up, rubbing your head, you spot the culprit of your fall. A little girl is slumped across from you, having similarly skittered down to the ice. Her eyes are wide with shock, and the second she meets your gaze she wails— sobs and cries stuttering out of her throat. Your blood goes cold.

“I’m so sorry!” exclaims a woman who has waddled frantically over to you, and the girl cries louder.

“It’s quite all right,” Zayne reassures, and is it? Is it really? “Accidents happen.”

The girl’s mother lowers herself, cooing and comforting, but the child is having none of it. Tears run down her puffy red cheeks. Snot leaks from her nose. Maybe you should start acting out too. I mean, you’re the victim here— hello?!

Zayne speaks from above you: “Here, allow me.”

Ever the angel on your shoulder, whispering into your ear; your valiant doctor stoops down beside you. He’s not even looking at you, but the sedative of his bedside manner still seeps through your aching body, inducing a sort of sleepiness.

The girl hasn’t stopped crying, and Zayne puts his hands together: ethereal, sparkling snowflakes emanating from between his palms. Still committed to the bit, the girl sniffles, but one eye is open, peeking: what is he—?

Zayne lifts one hand, and nestled in the other is a little, familiar snow seal. The girl gasps in delight.

“This is my friend,” Zayne smiles, indicating the creature. “Do you like him?”

The girl nods eagerly with another long sniff, captivated.

Zayne puts the seal to his ear. “Ah,” he nods, squinting thoughtfully as though he’s listening, “yes. I understand.” He turns back to the girl. “My friend would like to know if you are feeling all right. He asks—” he consults the seal again— “he asks if anything is broken?”

“I don’t think so,” the girl answers, shaking her head. Her voice wobbles with earnestness: she is very determined to not worry Mr Seal.

“Wonderful.” Zayne continues to translate: “Are you all in one piece? Do you have all your arms? Your legs?”

You think your heart is going to explode; the girl actually checks. “Yes!” she chirps.

“And your head?”

The girl’s hands fly up to her face. “Yes!” she confirms again.

Zayne nods, pleased. One last consultation with the seal, and... “My friend is very happy that you’re okay, but he’s still a little bit worried. Do you think he could stay with you? That you could look after him for me?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” the girl squeals, hands extended— reaching out. “Please!”

Her mother laughs, and Zayne chuckles too. Carefully, he sets the snow seal into the hands that are grasping towards him. The girl holds it like it’s the most precious thing in the world. Her eyes are twinkling with awe and adoration. “I love him!” she squeals again. “I love him, I love him, I love him!” The seal is lifted so she can stare directly into its eyes. “I’m going to call you… Mr Fluffykins!”

It’s no Clopidogrel.

“That’s a very good name,” Zayne grins. “I think he likes it a lot.”

The girl’s mother helps her daughter up from the ice, although she doesn’t get any thanks; the child is babbling away in conversation with Mr Fluffykins, thoroughly enamoured. “Thank you,” the woman smiles gratefully at Zayne.

“It was no trouble,” he assures.

Was it no trouble? Neglected, forgotten— you cross your arms as your attacker is escorted away. Crouched before you, Zayne finally returns your gaze with a soft and dazzling smile. You won’t be charmed by it. “So,” you huff, “you’re just making seals for anyone nowadays, huh?”

He chuckles fondly, regardless of your pouted lips and wounded, narrowed eyes. “Would you like one as well?”

“No.”

“Good.” Good? He has some nerve, and no wonder an open chest cavity doesn’t faze him, for he leans in daringly close to whisper: “I don’t like it when other doctors poach my patients.”

His fingers are brushing your forehead, smoothing back a stray hair. “Mr Fluffykins comes highly recommended,” you let out on a weighty breath.

“Mr Fluffykins is overworked. Inundated with patients, I hear. So tell me…” His lips peck your cheek. “Is anything broken?”

“Everything.”

“I see.” Another kiss, on the tip of your nose. “And your limbs... all still attached?”

Your eyes have closed so you can savour the not-knowing of where each touch might come next. You smile, tilting your head to nod backwards: “One of my legs are over there.”

Zayne is grinning too. You can’t see it, but you feel it as his lips graze yours, not quite a kiss this time.

“How about it, Doctor Zayne?” You open your eyes as he draws back, and your smile is as dangerous as a beating, still-bleeding heart, at the mercy of his hands. “Think you can save me?”

He gently rises to his feet, steady on his skates as he reaches towards you. “I think,” he says, as you grasp his hand and haul yourself up, only to be trapped in his arms, against his chest with his lips by your ear, “we both know I can.”

[takimakiiiii]

g’day mate how are ya?

Part7! to The Cosmic Girl Records!

summary: new year, new you, plus your new job! and the australian gp which also comes with a few difficulties when you have a big insta following and no pr training ollie bearman x reader & platonic!grid x reader

fc!: just some random photos off pinterest, all credits go to the rightful owners of the images used below

warnings: swearing, insensitive jokes, mention of being held at gunpoint, if any of these are triggering please scroll away!!

a/n: finally got the motivation to make the 7th part to the cosmic girl records also reader is 2 days younger than Ollie! Also if u get tagged by accident IM SO SORRY i swear it’s not on purpose. Also Lewis is driving for mercedes with kimi in this universe, i should probably make a post about the grid for this universe, anyways enjoy!

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unfortunatelyy/n: new year, new me AANNND NEW JOB 

tagged olliebearman 

olliebearman: but NOT a new man, just to be clear 

 unfortunatelyy/n: hey there mr jealous wanna get off my insta page maybe 

 olliebearman: ☹️

landonorris: i feel like you say new year new me too often and nothing changes 

 unfortunatelyy/n: u know just how ruin everything 😔

 landonorris: that is true but you don’t have to point it out‼️

 user1: bro’s just accepting it at this point 😭

user2: SHE’S BACKKKK AND BETTERR THIS TIME 

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mercedesamgf1: can’t wait to see you in the garage this season 💪

 unfortunatelyy/n: 💪💪

georgerussell64: Love? EWWWWWW

 unfortunatelyy/n: such an anti romantic. i’m telling carmen 

 georgerussell64: no wait 

 unfortunatelyy/n: poor mr russell. screenshotted or you may know it - screen grabbing 

 unfortunatelyy/n: or at least that’s what old people call it 

 georgerussell64: you dare? you dare call ME OLD?

 georgerussell64: HAVE U SEEN ALONSO (no offence mate)

 fernandoalo_oficial: um offence taken? 

 unfortunatelyy/n: WOAH u cannot be going around roasting rookies like that george 

 user2: SHE KNOWS 

 user3: of course she knows, she’s probably the only on there that even knows how to properly use instagram 

 user4: the sad truth. sad but true.

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 unfortunatelyy/n: very true indeed 

user5: i fear that y/n is the only one who’s chronically online 😔

 unfortunatelyy/n: i am, it’s such a hard life when the others don’t get it the memes i show them 😔

 unfortunatelyy/n: they’re just too old

 olliebearman: it’s such a struggle fr 

 unfortunatelyy/n: you’re old too so shush 

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 olliebearman: I’M 19??? 19 AND LITERALLY 2 DAYS OLDER THAN U

 unfortunatelyy/n: poor ollie, when i was learning subtraction and addition you were already doing multiplication and division 

 olliebearman: i am so confused right now 

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unfortunatelyy/n: IT’S RACE WEEK + my boyfriend with his boyfriend 

tagged olliebearman and kimi.antonelli 

User1: uh y/n? i don’t think you can be saying stuff like that anymore 

User5: i fear y/n will never be the same anymore, she is employed now 😔

user2: no filter y/n we love to see it 

olliebearman: seriously?

 unfortunatelyy/n: i’m such a comedian (i know ur giggling n shit) 🤭

 olliebearman: I AM NOT 

 unfortunatelyy/n: woah so defensive and for what 

mercedesamgf1: usually we only do pr training for our drivers but . . .  

 unfortunatelyy/n: good thing i’m not a driver then 😮‍💨

 user3: SHE DID NOTTTT 

kimi.antonelli: i’m gonna get you fired (can you send me the photo i want it printed out and on my dashboard for when i drive🙏) 

 unfortunatelyy/n: try me antonelli (yes ofc check ur dms) 

 olliebearman: NOW HANG ON JUST A MINUTE 

 unfortunatelyy/n: yes my love?

 kimi.antonelli: yes my little sugarplum with caramel sauce?

 olliebearman: 🤨

 kimi.antonelli: 🫦

 olliebearman: I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND 

kimi.antonelli: and now a boyfriend 

 user4: i’m on kimi’s side. it’s not gay if it’s with the homies 🤷 

 olliebearman: @unfortunatelyy/n send for help 🙏

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unfortunatelyy/n: hanging out with my fav cutie patootie - oh hey ollie’s here too 

tagged olliebearman and kimi.antonelli

 landonorris: OOOOOHHHH 🔥🔥🔥🔥

 unfortunatelyy/n: get out of here 

 landonorris: ok 😔

 user1: wow she really has him at gunpoint

liked by unfortunatelyy/n

kimi.antonelli: you are also my favourite cutie patootie 🤗

liked by unfortunatelyy/n

 olliebearman: just break up with me already😔

 unfortunatelyy/n: well who would i annoy then 

 olliebearman: kimi 😒

 unfortunatelyy/n: IT WAS A JOKE PLS COME HOME WITH THE ITALIAN FOOD 

 olliebearman: NO 

 unfortunatelyy/n: i’m calling the police 

 charles_leclerc: i would appreciate it if you would stop bullying my son 

 charles_leclerc: and calling the police on him 

 unfortunatelyy/n: not unless he brings the food back 

 olliebearman: fine. but only because i love you 😒

 kimi.antonelli: and me too 

 olliebearman: STOP TRYING TO RUIN MY RELATIONSHIP 

 kimi.antonelli: no.

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unfortunatelyy/n: just a little reminder that the aussie waves are ALWAYS OUT FOR BLOOD

user1: my anxiety looking at that second pic: 📈📈📈📈

 user2: my girl’s been traumatised by the aussie waves 😭 

 unfortunatelyy/n: she has indeed 😔 

 olliebearman: HAHAHAHAHHAHA 

 unfortunatelyy/n: i hope both sides of your pillow are warm tonight 

 olliebearman: GASP. how terrifyingly hilarious, still won’t beat you nearly drowning though 

 unfortunatelyy/n: I WAS NOT DROWNING 

 olliebearman: so you were just randomly yelling for help in the water while freaking out 

 unfortunatelyy/n: . . . i was testing your boyfriend reflexes 

 olliebearman: mhm sure 

 unfortunatelyy/n: okay the sass was unnecessary 

 olliebearman: 🙄💅

user5: they’re such couple goals i just feel single whenever i see their posts 😔

 user6: kimi’s probably plotting his next sabotage 

 kimi.antonelli: 🤫

 lilymhe: @unfortunatelyy/n ur so hot 😍 

 unfortunatelyy/n: you’re hotter 😍😍😍

 alex_albon: not this again 

 alex_albon: i thought we moved on from this phase 

 unfortunatelyy/n: it’s not a phase honey, it’s a lifestyle 

 alex_albon: your lifestyle is stealing my girlfriend?

 unfortunatelyy/n: yes 😄

 alex_albon: *sigh 

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unfortunatelyy/n: FIRST DAY ON THE JOB  WE GOT THIS💪💪

tagged lewishamilton and kimi.antonelli 

user1: did lewis dirty 😭

 user2: what is going on with ollie’s hair in the bg of the third pic 😭

 unfortunatelyy/n: unfortunately it’s always like that 

 olliebearman: HEY 

 lewishamilton: DELETE THIS 

 unfortunatelyy/n: erm no 

 lewishamilton: i’m gonna fire you 

 unfortunatelyy/n: actually u can’t do that 

 lewishamilton: erm actually 🤓☝️

 user3: WOAH i did not know lewis was chill like that 😭😭

 unfortunatelyy/n: OKAY I’M TELLING TOTO 

 lewishamilton: DO IT I DARE YOU 

 unfortunatelyy/n: done. in less than 24 hours you will be an unemployed man 

 mercedesamgf1: y/n . . . we can’t fire our 7 world champion 😓

 unfortunatelyy/n: DANG IT 

 mercedesamgf1: so about that pr training. . . 

 unfortunatelyy/n: GOTTA GO 🏃‍♀️💨

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unfortunatelyy/n: i know we’re enemies now but maybe i can be happy for u just this once 🫶

tagged olliebearman 

olliebearman: ❤️

liked by unfortunatelyy/n

 landonorris: yuckyyyyyy 

 unfortunatelyy/n: ur yuckier 

 landonorris: no you are 

 unfortunatelyy/n: nuh uh 

 landonorris: yuh huh 

 unfortunatelyy/n: SHUT UP

 landonorris: NO

 unfortunatelyy/n: i’m calling ur mom 

 landonorris: now hang on just a second 

user1: y/n’s living that wattpadd engineer x driver life 

liked by unfortunatelyy/n

 user2: HELP SHE LIKED THE COMMENT 

 oscarpiastri: congrats mate 

 unfortunatelyy/n: are you happy being back in your natural habitat 

 oscarpiastri: what.

a/n: thanks for reading! stay safe and have a good day!!

[ladypensivewrites]

In Your Eyes Pt.1

Soap x Servant!Reader | smut | masturbation (f) | Regency Era | I swear it's only a coincidence that both of my first fics on here have similar titles… | This is my first time ever writing smut, so feedback is welcome. | 1,849 words

In your eyes, Lord Johnny Mactavish was everything the ideal man should be. He was generous, kind, sweet, and funny. A little rugged at times but never lacked manners. He worked along with his servants and workers, and was never cruel. Lord Mactavish had kind eyes, a charming smile, and a voice that commanded respect and exuded trust. He had big hands and strong arms, a broad frame that showed his many years working the land he owned along with the men he employed. He had money, a big estate in the countryside, and was a man of honor. He would make a perfect husband and father. However, what you thought of him did not matter.

In his eyes you were his worker. One of many servants that kept the estate clean, welcomed his guests, and served his food. Your interactions with him were reduced to serving his meals or tea, during the monthly pensions he personally handed each worker, and in brief passing with only an exchange of small, kind greetings. Maybe even to very subtle, accidental touches—your fingers brushing momentarily only. The closest you’d ever gotten to him was cleaning his bedroom or his study, or doing his laundry, where your curiosity would get the best of you. You would snoop around occasionally with the excuse of arranging messes or dusting off surfaces if you were to be assigned that day to clean his room. 

You couldn't help it. You wanted to know more about the enigmatic Lord Mactavish. The older servants always had nice things to say about the young lord. He was different from so many close-minded, cruel rich men. He wasn’t lazy, he didn’t hit or insult his workers, he was hands-on and willing to get dirty. He was odd, they said. But if odd was like that, they would take it. You would take it.

In very few words you had become obsessed with Johnny Mactavish. Or well… the idea of him. At least you could be honest with yourself about that. You barely knew him. Actually, you didn’t know him at all. You were barely two years into working at the Mactavish Estate. You knew your boss didn’t even think of your existence until payday.

And… 

He wasn’t as perfect as you had made him to be in your mind. Yes, he was all those nice things. But he was a man after all. At least once a week he would either go out to the gentlemen’s club or bring back the usual girls. Very pretty women at that.  With elegant dresses he gifted them. With ridiculously beautiful smiles and handsome laughs. A rake. That is what he was. 

By all means you weren’t an innocent, prim-and-proper noble lady, either. You knew what men brought ladies into their bedchambers for. It was definitely not to play croquet, that’s for sure. The head maid would always tell the others to not go into the second floor during those days and the girls always gossiped. You obeyed of course, even as foolish jealousy creeped up on you. You knew it was stupid, and it felt childish. You didn’t want him to be with other women, and not because he was unmarried or because you expected him to be as much of a saint as he seemed to be, but because of your absurd crush on him. You wanted him to be faithful to the imaginary relationship your mind created. 

Which is why you crossed the line. Not that he knew. But you did. You were assigned to clean his room today, and you hid your eagerness. But then the head maid told you the lord was in a haste. He had a “friend” coming over, so the room had to be clean by the evening and the sheets had to be changed. You picked your cleaning supplies and headed upstairs, even as your body tensed. You walked through the spruce doors of his bedroom and placed your bucket down on the floor, the water splashing slightly. You worked on polishing the floors, wiped at your forehead as sweat gathered there in a thick sheen, then moved around quickly after. Anger made your blood boil even more than it already did, the burning heat of the summer coming through the open windows adding to your discomfort. 

You dusted off every surface, the feather duster clutched tightly in your unforgiving grip to the point that the wooden edges of the worn handle pricked and dug into your sweaty, calloused palm. You dropped the duster, filled up the jar at the basin near the door with fresh water and replenished the hand towels. Then you moved to the bed to change the sheets. What was the point? He would bring one of his lady friends here, make a mess and then you or another maid would have to clean the next day again. You grabbed the thin cotton blankets and tore them off of the bed and folded them. Then you grabbed the covers and started to pull them off, almost tearing the fabric as it caught on a corner. You cursed under your breath and stopped.

You needed to calm down. 

So you gently freed the corner and gathered the fabric in your arms. With a breath in, the scent of the sheets hit you for a second. You blinked and looked around. Curiously you pressed the sheets to your nose and inhaled, then sighed. God… He had the musky scent of sandalwood, basil, and bergamot, with a hint of fern from his soap. You folded the sheets carefully and moved back to the bed, extending your hands to the pillows. You dragged them towards you and let your fingers run over the silk. With a hesitant tuck of your bottom lip under your upper teeth, you leaned down and pressed your nose to one of the pillows. Your eyes fluttered close as your fingers curled into the cover, your mind racing with the thought of what it would be like to lay next to Lord Mactavish and press your nose into his neck. Maybe he would grab your hips, pull you in. Would you be naked? No, maybe clothed in a modest sleeping gown. Then, perhaps in the bright morning, he would softly, subtly push up the skirt of your gown as he ran his hand over the length of your leg up to your thigh.

With that image you bit down on your lip and pulled back. Looked around again and listened quietly, making sure no one was working outside the room before you reached under the thin layers of your work uniform and pulled your drawers down. With your heart pounding harshly against your ribcage you climbed into the bed. You could feel your heartbeat thump against your pulse, making your body feel hot and your face flush warmly. The heat wasn’t caused by the weather anymore and you knew it. It was thrilling even if it should have felt wrong. You swallowed thickly before pulling your skirts up again with shaky hands and slotting the stacked pillows vertically between your thighs, straddling them. Leaning forward and placing your hands flat on the bed you moved your hips forward and backwards trying to find the familiar sensation of self indulgence. 

You closed your eyes and kept imagining. He would slip his hand, yes, between your legs to feel the heat gathering between your inner thighs. You pressed your cunt down, the silk beginning to moisten under you and catch against your skin. He would find it, the little pebbled nerve of your clit, so you reached your hand between your legs and found it as it pulsed and twitched needly. You whimpered as you imagined his rough, Scottish accent as he whispered in your ear. “I need you, lovie.” 

“It is daytime.” You would tell him, trying to seem innocent, and he would laugh in that sinful tone that made your sex heat up and slick. You had heard him laugh before. It was a beautiful sound and you yearned for it. To be the reason he laughed. You wanted to see his gray eyes crinkle on the corners as his lips stretch in that wide, boyish grin. Wanted to feel his lips against your skin as his fingers pinched and circled your clit slowly, torturously. You whined and covered your mouth with your other hand. 

You pressed your thighs harder against the pillows, making them bunch up slightly more against you, causing the perfect friction. The silk caught between your folds, the soft fabric rubbing against your clit along with your fingers deliciously. You moved the hand away from between your legs and grasped the top pillow to force it harder against you. Your eyes rolled back, your breaths becoming ragged and fast as you breathed through your nose. A moan slipped, muffled by your palm, as your legs began to shake, your tummy tight. 

“Johnny-” You whined, dropping your hand from your mouth to grasp at the bed. Your hips stutter, the friction becoming too overwhelming. “Johnny- You…” You hiccuped and shuddered, “You’re mine, my Lord. Mine- Oh-” You tried to keep going, push longer, but it was too much. You wanted so desperately to put your claim on him. Leave your mark behind. The thought of him finding your slick, your release, on his sheets would be satisfying. You wanted those women to know he was yours. Your scent to be all over his bed. So, you halted, your sharp pants filling the empty room. With wide eyes you ran a hand over your heated face, your head pounding along with the rest of your body and your heart. You placed a hand over your mouth as if trying to calm your breaths, slowly easing your grip on the pillow. 

Yes, you wanted them to know. You wanted him to know of your affections, of your desire for him, but you knew this wasn’t the way. You didn’t want him to find out this way, even if the thought felt like a rush. Exhilarating. He would be disgusted. Appalled by you. You didn’t want that. You didn’t want him to hate you, let alone lose your job because of this… mistake.

You ultimately let go of the pillow and, with shaky legs, moved off to stand up. You quickly put your briefs back on, even as sticky slick made your folds feel uncomfortable. You then grabbed the pillow, grimacing at the spot of wetness you left on the silk, and slid the cover off, the other pillow following. Your chest felt heavy, your mind replaying your actions over and over. Guilt creeped up on you, so you grabbed a new pillow from an elegant storage trunk to replace the soiled one. 

It's fine, no one will find out. You thought as you gathered all the laundry from the floor along with your cleaning supplies and placed them into your basket, moving to clean the bathroom. Unfortunately, someone would know, as his gray eyes had witnessed everything through the half-opened door.

[lizhly-writes]

hello here's shang qinghua and yue qingyuan haveing fun times discussing inter-peak politics! it's a little bit after this!

“What we need to do,” Shang Qinghua said grimly, “is get good and drunk.”

“That seems inadvisable,” Yue Qingyuan said. “In any case, I don’t have any alcohol here, so, to begin with, it isn’t --”

It didn’t really matter what Yue Qingyuan said at this point, because Shang Qinghua had stopped listening in favor of rummaging through his sleeves, or more specifically, the qiankun pouch discreetly sewn inside. Shang Qinghua had long become accustomed to the sleight-of-hand required to make it look like he had pulled random sundry items out of thin air; he employed this trick the very moment he’d found what was looking for.

“Aha!” Shang Qinghua exclaimed, and triumphantly held a jar of his second-best wine aloft.

Don’t look down on second-best! It was guaranteed to instantly knock out a mortal man in seconds! This effect was admittedly dulled when it came to cultivators, but it still packed a punch!

“... Shang-shidi, why do you have that?”

“Wei-shidi owed me a favor. I don’t actually know what he did to get this, but he did! So I’m not complaining!”

“I was really more asking why you had it up in your sleeves to begin with.”

Shang Qinghua flapped a hand at him nonchalantly. “Don’t worry about it! So – shots?”

“… I’m not certain that’s a good idea.”

“What, do you think I should save this for some other occasion?” Shang Qinghua said. “A happier occasion? Like our wedding?”

Yue Qingyuan hesitated. “Well...”

...

“Okay, but maybe it’s homoerotic tension,” Shang Qinghua insisted, an indeterminate amount of shots later. He slapped a hand on the deeply unflattering doodle of Sect Leader and the Qing Jing Peak Lord he’d sloppily drawn and pinned on the wall. “Maybe they hate each other so much because they’re angry they haven’t gotten laid!”

On the other side of the table, Yue Qingyuan frowned. His head was starting to loll to the side; to combat this, he had propped his cheek up with one hand, which had the side effect of making him look like a student trying not to fall asleep in lecture. If Shang Qinghua was a Qing Jing hallmaster, this might have earned a reprimand, but as he was instead a wise and generous writer-god, he patiently awaited for this inattentive student to give a proper and well-thought out response.

“Are you sure they’re not already having weird hatesex,” Yue Qingyuan said.

Shang Qinghua threw up his hands. “If that’s the case, you’d think they’d be in a better mood!”

“If they hate each other, maybe the sex isn’t very good.” Yue Qingyuan said philosophically, and paused, furrowing his brows. “To begin with, I don’t think I understand the weird hatesex thing. Why are you having sex if you hate each other.”

Ah? Ah???? Had they stumbled onto Shang Qinghua’s area of expertise?

Shang Qinghua drew himself up proudly. He knew the answer to this! After all, he’d done a truly remarkable amount of research in the shitty romance genre! “Love and hate are two sides of the same coin!” he proclaimed. “Don’t think about feelings just as positive or negative – those categories don’t matter as much as the scale of intensity! If two people feel strongly about each other, who cares if it’s love or hate? They’ll always be thinking of the other person!”

A mournful expression began to take over Yue Qingyuan’s face. “Is that so…”

It was then that Shang Qinghua belatedly remembered Yue Qingyuan’s own weird not-love not-hate relationship with Shen Qingqiu. Shit, was this hitting too close to home? Was Yue Qingyuan going to cry? They were supposed to be drinking to forget their problems, not remember them all in excruciatingly weepy drunk detail!

Quick, a distraction!

“Anyway!” Shang Qinghua said loudly. “Anyway!!! That’s why Sect Leader and Shibo need to fuck and that’ll solve all of our problems!”

This statement was audacious enough to make Yue Qingyuan blink, train of thought stopped in its tracks. “I don’t see how that would work.”

“Don’t you read any literature at all? It’s easy! Lock them in a room together! The smaller, the better! All that time alone, in such close contact, breathing the same air – the homoerotic tension will be through the roof. They won’t have any choice but to --”

“They’ll kill each other,” Yue Qingyuan said, awed.

“Haha, yeah, probably,” Shang Qinghua said.

Shang Qinghua was a realistic man. The world didn’t 100% work like a trashy novel. Sure, maybe a tiny enclosed space could net you a sloppy makeout, but that usually worked under the assumption that two people involved liked each other at least a little bit, even if that little bit was just lust. With Qiong Ding Peak Lord and Qing Jing Peak Lord… it was fun to talk about this, but sometimes hate was just hate, you know?

“That might be enough for them to strip both of us of our positions,” Yue Qingyuan said.

“That!” Shang Qinghua said, one finger aloft. “Is only if you get caught… not that the payoff is worth the risk of getting caught. I guess the only way this could kind of work is if you filled the entire area with spring medicine or something. That’d probably get them both too distracted to think about whodunnit, but...”

Yue Qingyuan looked disturbingly contemplative.

“Don’t poison your master with sex pollen, holy shit,” Shang Qinghua wheezed. “I shouldn’t have to say that. Don’t do that. Forget being demoted, we’ll die for that.”

“I didn’t say anything,” Yue Qingyuan said reproachfully. “But, hypothetically, for sect unity—”

“Like you could do it without getting caught!" Shang Qinghua exclaimed “I bet you’ve never poisoned anyone before in your life!”

“And you have?”

There was a long pause.

“...Shang-shidi.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

[breedingdoll]

not super into findom, i like being praised and taken care of too much and treated like a precious thing, but the idea of whoring myself out for my Daddies is super hot. 

getting all dressed up and pretty because Daddy set me up on a “date”. it’s a person double my age, all creepy and lecherous but i'm good and let them use me, shuddering under their hands, moaning like the dumb lil whore i am. 

another client is an incel with a lot of pent up rage over the fact he's forced to pay a girl to fuck him. i'm still perfectly polite as he slaps me around and berates me and pretend it's the best fuck of my life. hoping to score a regular customer.

i'm employed to dominate another sub. i'm stern and unyielding as i give out commands. i tease them in all the right ways, make them cry and beg and squirm beneath me. they'll love every second of it and be desperate to give all their hard earned money to me.

and then there'd be the occasional bachelor party. i'm the free use toy there to celebrate one man's last night of "freedom". they all take turns fucking me dumb while i'm spread out on the table like a party favour. they're all drunk and uncaring as they use me up and i'm left a bruised up, dripping mess by the end. 

but then one of my Daddies are there to pick me up. he praises me and coos at how pretty i look as i hand over all the money i made for him. all the abuse and humiliation is worth it when i'm clean and bundled up under the covers with Daddy, watching something as i get kisses and cuddles and head scritches. 

i'm just Daddy's little girl. i don't need to worry about things like money. i just need to hand it over and let him take care of the smart people things like finances. and he'll take care of me like a good Daddy should. 

it's not Daddy's fault if my squirming happens to tempt him into using my tired body after a hard day's work. and i can still be perfect fuck toy and make all the right noises and faces as he breeds my pussy.

i'm sure he'll try to be gentle with me. and even if he doesn't, if i do really good, maybe he'll buy be a little treat for being such a good girl after 🥰

[wolfiesmoon]

hey, i wanted to say first that i love ur writing style. Also I wanted to ask (if is not a problem) jade, floyd and leona the prompt “cheek kisses that leave red lipstick stains”

awwww i'm so glad u think so!! i'm not sure if you mean the more silly one or the more serious one but either way i'm very happy 🩷

the reader is gender neutral in essence but they do wear lipstick because it's needed for this fic

jade's is suggestive i suppose????? so watch out for that????

⋆୨୧˚ Jade Leech

"Interesting choice of lipstick. Not in a bad way, of course." Jade commented upon seeing you.

"I bought it yesterday, but I still have something I have to test out." You tried your best to look innocent and nonchalant.

You've had this lipstick for a while actually, but you still haven't tested if it's transfer proof yet. Jade is the perfect candidate to test that out. Atleast in your humble opinion.

"Oh? And what might that be?" he smiled at you.

"You'll see. Like, literally right now." you mirrored his decievingly innocent smile. After you kiss him, his eyes will probably go wide like they always do when he isn't expecting something. Which just so happens to be one of your favourite expressions of his.

You reached your hands out to him and pulled his face close to yours, then pressed a nice, long kiss on his right cheek. You mirrored it on the left one too, of course. Symmetry always looks nice.

Just like you predicted, he made the exact face you envisioned, with slightly pink cheeks as a bonus.

"Oh. I was... certainly not expecting that." he sounded genuinely surprised, smiling happily at you and showcasing his sharp teeth in the process. Knowing Jade, you honestly don't want to know what he thought you were going to do with that lipstick.

"Aw man, it's not transfer proof." you acted slightly dissapointed, but in reality, you couldn't be more glad that it isn't. Hmmm, it kinda feels nice to catch Jade off guard like that. Maybe you should do it more often.

"You don't realise what you've just done, do you?" his smile quickly turns sinister in a way you can't quite put your finger on. It makes you feel all weird, like you're pray getting cornered.

"Done what?" you laughed nervously.

"I do hope that you are good at hiding bite marks." as he said that, he was already grabbing your wrist and dragging you to god knows where.

"Wait... Jade, where are you taking me? Jade?!"

You have a feeling the lipstick might get smudged by the time you're done.

⋆୨୧˚ Floyd Leech

"I don't wanna talk to you..." Floyd sulked, not looking at you.

"He's been like this for the whole day." Normally, Jade would deal with Floyd's bad mood, but he's been causing even more trouble for the Lounge than usual today and was not very willing to be put in a better mood by his brother, so Jade was forced to employ higher forces to help him out. The higher forces being you, of course.

"Right... Actually, I think I might have an idea on how to solve this." You thought of a certain thing you wanted to for a while now but never had the chance to.

"Is that so?" Jade noticed the mischevious smile on your face, amused at whatever you'll come up with.

.

"Floyd, come with me." You pulled on his collar, sounding confident and serious.

"I told you, I'm not going to talk to you..." he glared at you, trying to push your hand away.

"There's no talking involved." You pulled harder and he finally let up, silently letting you drag him to a quiet corner of the school.

Because he's still in a bad mood, he hasn't looked your way at all. This also means he hasn't noticed the lipstick.

Suddenly, you grab a hold of his face and press a kiss to his lips before he can protest.

"Oh... oooooooh!" His face brightened up and it seems his mood has instantly improved. Floyd's a surprsingly simple guy sometimes, isn't he?

But, you're not done yet.

You pepper kisses on each of his cheeks without letting him say anything at all. He lets out strange but not entirely unwelcome noises while you're busy decorating his cheeks with kiss marks.

"There. Are you in a better mood now? Because the Mostro Lounge needs you." you looked satisfied with your work and so did Floyd when he got a glance of himself in the mirror.

"Ehhhh, do I really have to? I feel like squeezing you, not going to work. Especially not now that I'm all decorated with your kisses." he looked annoyed at the mention of work, wanting nothing more than to smother you with love and bonecrushing hugs right now.

Seems your plan kinda backfired since he became a little too happy and doesn't seem fond of letting you go anytime soon.

⋆୨୧˚ Leona Kingscholar

It is a bit unusual for you to wear such a bright lipstick color. He brushes it off, thinking you were just in the mood for a bright color or something.

Why should he care what color your lips are, anyways? Does not matter at all.

"Leonaaaa.... come here, kitty kitty~" you called him over jokingly and he glared at you in annoyance which only made you snort harder. But he still came over anyways, so you call it a win.

He looked at you, waiting for you to clarify on what you called him over for. Better be worth his time.

You grabbed a hold of the two braids at the front of his hair and pulled him into a kiss. Though it was a short(er) one since your main targets are his cheeks.

You made sure to thoroughly decorate them with kisses, turning his head left and right to inspect your work and make sure the number was about equal.

"You done?" he tries to sound unbothered, but you immediately see through it. He's definitely really happy about it.

"Yeah. You can go back to napping now." you let him go, and he lingered for a moment, no doubt dissapointed that you actually said yes. But since he didn't want to show it, he returned to his napping spot under the tree and you went back to studying in the library.

.

"Leeeeeoooonaaaa! Are you here again? Professor Crewel is mad at y- What is that on your face?" Ruggie's scolding session was cut short when he noticed the lipstick marks on Leona's face.

"What are you.... Ugh..." turns out Leona kinda forgot about the fact that lipstick usually leaves marks and that his cheeks were full of 'em this whole time. He groans at the realisation.

Though... they might not be that bad if they were made by you.

"Oh my god, stay still. I gotta take a photo of this. I'm sure your family would be happy to know you're doing well in your love life." Ruggie was about to pull out his phone but was stopped by Leona who swiftly grabbed his wrist. Wait, since when was he standing, anyways?

"Jesus, you scare me sometimes..." Ruggie pushes his phone back in his pocket. "Well, do I go get something to clean your face or what?"

Leona hesitates.

"Yeah, yeah."

[kisskisstine]

Once Upon a Time in Fairywood - Chapter 3

3 - Peri, fairy godparent! Unemployed

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Fanfic Summary: Once Upon a Time in Fairywood, FOPANW fanfic featuring the pop idol and actress Goldie Goldenglow and Peri (the unemployed), featuring Irep (super employed), as they run away from the Fairywood award festivities and explore the city altogether!

Chapter 3 Summary: Peri, just having lost Dev as a godkid, bums his parents home unemployed and regretful of his first time being a fairy godparent and failing terribly. His parents, Wanda & Cosmo gets him a surprise retreat to help him out of his rut!

Read Once Upon a Time in Fairywood on AO3.

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The lazy afternoon sun in Fairy World creeped gently through the windows of the Cosma-Fairywinkle household’s starry-pink wallpaper, whimsical decor, and onto the sleepy eyes of Peri Cosma-Fairywinkle, lying on his parent’s couch wrapped in a knitted throw blanket that had stitchings of nickels sewn into it.

He just woke up from a nap dream… lots of flashing light… there was a blonde girl?  Butterflies? Whatever dreams are dreams.

He shrugged it off, picked up the TV remote and mindlessly flicked through TV channels with empty bowls of cereal sitting on the floor beneath him. His purple hair, usually pristine, was unkempt and ruffled wearing the same pajamas he slept in the night before. It’s been days since he lost his job as a fairy godparent to Dev Dimmadome, the spoiled rich, red-headed brat who upended Fairy World world just for his dad’s attention (and still didn’t get it)! Sure, the kid almost got him to explode from magical backup, but it wasn’t all Dev’s fault was it? He was a lonely kid after all. Peri granted his wishes, right? He did his job, didn’t he? That’s all he was supposed to do! Either way, it’s over, right? It’s over. Peri should be happy. But lying there flicking through Fairywood Awards commercials, there was something about it that just didn’t sit right with Peri. At first, he was glad to be rid of Dev. Riding off into the sunset with Hazel, Antony, Jasmine, Winn and his parents– free of that little brat! But as time went on, that small uncomfortable feeling turned into a rotten churning at his core, that no amount of cereal or random daytime TV show can cure. Ah, but maybe TV could cure me, he thought as he progressed to flicking through channels in pure apathy.

“Peri, son? Are you still on the couch?” Wanda, Peri’s pink-haired mother entered the house, carrying a couple bags of groceries of mostly sweets. She layed out the sweets on the coffee table in front of Peri. Her husband Cosmo, a green-haired man in a green bowling shirt and slacks, and her godkid Hazel, a young 10-year old girl in a striped pink and blue shirt followed closely behind her, her purple backpack on, having just returned home from school.

“Son! We got chocolates for you!” Cosmo exclaimed. “Well… your mother got them for you.”

“Yeah but we also got carrot sticks too!” Hazel exclaimed running up to Peri on the couch and offered him a carrot stick from a plastic pouch. He took it meekly and thanked her. Hazel sighed, sat on the couch with him, took the remote to put the volume down as more commercials about the Fairywood awards rolled, and rested her small hand on his shoulder. “Sorry Peri, I haven’t seen Dev since Fairy World. He hasn’t returned to school. I don’t know–”

“Haha! Dev?! Who cares about him? I obviously don’t, hahaha!” Peri exclaimed and continued to laugh frantically. “Look! I’m doing absolutely fine! I didn’t just screw up my first godkid by completely ignoring his real feelings and not addressing his clear need for parental love at all! Ahaha! I gave him all he wished for, right?! That’s what I was suppose to do, right? I did great! Ahahaha!” 

Peri continued to laugh nervously, as Wanda, Cosmo and Hazel were taken aback in shock.

“Sweetie pie,” Wanda interjected cautiously. “We love you and we know you did your best. Your father and I were thinking that maybe it’s best that you take a vacation from this all.”

“Wait– you’re not kicking me out are you?” Peri asked.

“I mean, technically we are but–,” Cosmo answered with a smile, putting all the empty bowls of cereal together, only to dropped them all as Peri shrieked in the idea of getting kicked out!

“Cosmo!,” Wanda interjected after her husband. “No no, we just think you had a real doozy of a godkid as your first time godparenting and you need some time to relax.”

“Yeah! And maybe get your mind off Dev for a bit and take care of yourself!”, Hazel stated nervously but with an assuring smile.

“I’m already relaxed! And I don’t think of Dev at all! Nope! Not one thought of it!” Peri exclaimed frantically again, as Hazel, Wanda, and Cosmo rolled their eyes at him, clearly judging him in his pajamas from the morning, surrounded by empty cereal bowls, and just having woken up from napping in front of the TV until the afternoon. A silence filled the air, until Peri couldn’t keep pretending anymore. “Fine… maybe you’re all right. I do need to get some air maybe…”

“It’s be great for you, son! Your mother and I already booked an amazing place for you!” Cosmo exclaimed pulling out his wand, poofed Peri into a full vacation outfit, Hawaiian button-up with rolled up sleeves under his usual suspenders and linen trousers, with boat shoes. The the cereal bowls clutter was also poofed away, giving room for Cosmo to dump Peri’s luggage in place. “It’s that island place we took you when we were on retirement when you were still our liiiiittle Poofy-Poofy!”  

“Wanda and Cosmo we’re telling me all about it! It’s all these floating islands in the sky and magical waterfalls and really cool famous fairies!,” Hazel exclaimed excitedly. “Ehehe! It’s so cool! You’ll relax there for sure!”

“Yes! The Fairywood Hotel Resort!” Wanda exclaimed, and then pulled Peri in closer to whisper to him directly. “Between you and me, the owner owes your grandfather and I BIG time. If you need any room upgrades, just mention you’re a Fairywinkle and–”

“Ok ok!” Peri gently pushed his mother at a reasonable talking distance. “Sheesh. I’ll go I’ll go! I really do appreciate all this, mom and dad… but NO, I am not using any of YOU or grandpa’s mafia stuff to bully staff for room upgrades!” speaking directly at his mother, Wanda.

“Hurtful.” Wanda teared up and comments under her breath. “But we’re good mafia… (;-; )”

“Wait… Wanda, what mafia?” Hazel questioned.

“Uhh… this might take some time to explain.” Wanda sweatdropped.

“Alright! See you when you’re feeling better son! We love you!” Cosmo interjected with his wand ready and before Peri can put in another word, he and his luggage are poofed out of the house.

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[thepinkprincesss]

♡ after spending most of your days scheming ways to finally approach this pogue and fulfill your needs— finally you get him after being so close yet so far, you end it with vanilla ice cream and a kiss.

a/n: i think u can tell i wanted to include jj in this little moment , three-way action but for now he can be the jealous third wheel! lemme know if u think this should have a part 2!! maybe jj will be included if there's a part 2. :p

your not sure where this obsession started. or if you can even call it a obsession, you would've labeled it as something your interested in— because john b is mysterious. mysterious enough to catch your attention. kook princess stuck on a pogue boy who would toss her around like a football, a pogue boy who probably has no intentions in settling down anytime soon, which doesn't sit right with you because you want to settle down quickly, have everything screwed shut. you first became intrigued when you caught a whiff of him on the druthers— where he was employed, despite the constant teasing coming from the kook boys who had all the time in the world to tease, he took it. didn't say a word, although upon seeing him around the island you knew if he'd been with his friends, he would've been comfortable to say something. you noticed little traits about john b, how although he was confident that he needed someone to boost the confidence higher— jj maybank was that someone.

yeah, you could definitely say jj had a big impact on john b. the pair of them fed off eachother. whether it was good or bad, they just went along with each other. he could act like he hated to say it out loud, but jj had a habit of inflating his ego with compliments. a little too often for the average person, but you noticed. he’d say it in a joking way most of the time, just to avoid taking the attention off himself for too long. he hated that he was good for a few one liners and that was it.

usually if someone was interested in the duo, it tended to be the blonde— his outgoing careless personality had an effect on the ladies, all expect you. you had a specific image of jj in your little head, he was bad news and you should stay away. which you followed religiously, doing the most to keep distance from him. but who you couldn't distance from was john b, although you hadn't had a proper interaction with him quite yet.

day by day things got boring, your everyday life started to revolve around you scheming on ways to approach john b, how the conversation would go and how you'll look, how you'll speak, what vocabulary will you use to impress him, what clothes would you wear? it all started to become to dramatic. it was like the whole thing was taking over your thoughts. you wouldn’t admit you had a crush, how could you? he was a pogue. you were a kook. they were on different ends of the spectrum and they were so opposite in the eyes of everybody else it was just wrong. so you’d settle on just staring, just watching from afar. hoping he’d notice you.

it was difficult to tell if john b ever noticed, but it was so obvious a blind man could tell. how you’d stop to watch every move john b made, your eyes zoning in on him every time you were within distance of the two of them. how you’d act all flustered when the brunettes gaze landed on you, his eyebrows raising when it took you a second to snap out of the trance you were in. your thoughts were interrupted as both boys walked into the ice cream parlor where you worked, the familiar sight of john b and jj getting your heart thumping.

they were usually pretty quiet, despite jj’s loud mouth the pair of them hadn't been raised to be respectful but ultimately gotten the hint over the years to be respectful in all places of business. even if it meant they were bored. they seemed to be deciding whether or not they even wanted ice cream, although it was clear that john b did— off the bat you could sense the vibe differences. today, john b seemed to be the hyper obnoxious one, while jj seemed laid-back and quiet moody one.

you noticed the subtle change in attitude, wondering why the blonde was being so quiet. he’d usually have a few witty comments to make by now, but he was just stood by his friend silently. you didn't mind the fact he was quiet , you might've just preferred it this way. you could make out that they were definitely debating if they wanted ice cream, and you felt yourself praying they did want something. it was quiet at the moment, and a little company would be nice.

you were starting to think they really weren’t going to order anything when suddenly, jj spoke up, “think i’mma get one of them cone things with a flake.” john b rolled his eyes, “you’re so unoriginal bro —” “well why don’t you go get somethin’ all exotic then, if you’re the master of all ice cream?” john b just rolled his eyes, turning away from his friend and walking up to the counter, jj following closely behind.

as they approached you managed to fix yourself up with the twenty seconds you had, fixing your hair that didn't require the fixing, and planting a big cheeky little grin on your face. "hi boys, how can i help you today?" you say, your phrase lacking the profession it would've had if it had been anyone else, but you couldn't help but let loose and relax around john b.

they both seemed to notice the change in your attitude, but for different reasons. john b smirked upon noticing it first, his eyebrows raising with intrigue. he didn’t have time to comment on it though, as you continued to speak. meanwhile jj was trying to figure out why you were suddenly so cheerful, but then it hit him.

“ just wonderin’ if you could get me a soft vanilla cone, with a flake in it?” john b was first to speak up, giving you a friendly smile, despite knowing that you were probably having an internal crisis right now. you nodded, telling him of course, then turning to the other guy, who was looking down into the ice cream case in front of him. “not really into ice cream bro,” he muttered, his tone sounding quiet and a bit uninterested as he continued to stare into the display.

you were nodding your head like a puppy would it's owner, batting your eyelashes at the brunette, you felt like a cat in heat trying to subtly seduce her partner. everytime john b came remotely close to you, it was like a routine that you'd become stupid, like a clueless little doll that doesn't know anything about the world, as if they were born yesterday.

john b smiled at you, finding it adorable the effort you put to show him you liked him. the way you were staring at him so intensely. he didn’t look away from you for a second, it was almost like a little game he was playing at this point. how long could he keep his eye line contact with you. meanwhile jj was watching, noticing your obvious flirtatious behaviour. he wanted to say something, anything.

you made it look like you were focused on putting the ice cream together, but your heart was thumping so fast. he was looking directly at you, and it was taking all your strength to keep your mind steady because the butterflies in your stomach were going crazy. you could’ve sworn it had been a good thirty seconds at this point and yet he still hadn’t looked away, and you didn’t know if it was your imagination but you could’ve sworn his eyes were moving lower.

the attention was all on you, from both the boys. although it was more subtle from john b. he was staring straight at you, his eyes wandering. he hadn’t meant to look so hard but god, the way you were looking so shy and cute with your pretty eyes batting was drawing him in and making him feel like he was being hypnotised. he definitely had noticed that you’d fixed yourself up when you saw him walking over, and his thoughts of ‘is this girl trying to flirt???’ were confirmed when that huge grin appeared on your face. it was pretty adorable seeing how flustered you were, and he was trying to contain his giggles when he noticed your hands shaking as you put his ice cream together. he was amused, enjoying watching you squirm under his gaze.

"here ya go, sorry for the wait. that'll be seven dollars please." you said sweetly, clearing your throat and ending the eye tag little game you had going on with the brunette. you tried to act like your little flustered moment hadn’t just happened, but you knew you couldn’t fool anybody. you were red, you could feel the heat in your cheeks and ears as your heart thumped. you felt like you’d have an internal melt down if you spoke any more.

he looked away, a smile lingering on his face as he pulled some cash out of his pocket and handed it over to you. he could tell you were still a bit flustered, and thought it was funny how you tried to act oblivious once your task was complete. jj hadn’t said a word since they walked over, he was just watching everything unfold as he tried to keep a neutral face. a little irritated he had to play third wheel in this whole situation.

you took the money and punched it into the cash register, trying to maintain a normal and polite tone of voice, despite being nervous as hell. you couldn’t keep eye contact with him either, suddenly finding the floor tiles to be the most interesting things in the world in that moment. once you were able to form a smile again, you handed his change over, making sure your fingers brushed against his in the process.

purely on accident after taking a moment to yourself at the cash register, you couldn't help but let a giggle out, forgetting the boys were still there you quickly stopped. you could feel your cheeks burning up while you struggled to act normal after. trying desperately to stop the giggles from spilling out of your mouth whenever you spoke. it just sounded like little nervous giggles of a schoolgirl at this point, and it was definitely too obvious to go unnoticed.

he found himself smiling when your little giggle accidentally left your lips, he didn’t expect that to happen and it caught him by surprise. it was pretty cute though. during the uncomfortable silence and the giggles jj had whispered to john b for a lick of his cone.

john b was still stood by the counter, eating away at his ice cream, giving his friend an eye roll. “i bought this for myself bro, you can get your own,” he said bluntly.

“com’on bro, i’m broke.” the blonde retorted, trying to give jb a pitiful look. you couldn’t help but watch the interaction between them both, it was pretty cute considering they didn’t like sharing anything. “well that’s your own fault, bro.” he just said bluntly, shrugging his shoulders, continuing to eat his ice cream.

after a moment of silence had passed, and john b had his back to jj— he folded. the brunette got his money's worth of the scoop of ice cream before he turned around and planted the cone in the blonde's hands. "go outside for a minute." john b ordered, giving him a gentle friendly jab to the blonde's side.

a smirk crept onto the blonde’s face, “awh, that’s what i’m talking about,” the blonde gave john b a sly little smile. “there we go, thanks bro.” he said happily, before heading out of the store and presumably sat outside on the curb. it was pretty obvious that jj had been wanting a taste — he’d been staring at it longingly the whole time. he quickly took the ice cream and scurried off to stand outside, leaving the two of you alone.

jb just stood there silently for a second, before returning his gaze to you. it was like he was trying to carry on the conversation you were having, which was making it even more difficult for you to keep it cool. you were a bit relieved when jj headed outside. not that you minded him, the guy was definitely entertaining. you just preferred time alone with john b.

john b still leaned against the counter, his gaze still on you, but you could feel the shift in the atmosphere now that they were no longer bickering. it felt different. “sorry about that uh, jj can be a lil’ pushy at times.” he chuckled, running his free hand through his dark hair.

“it’s fine, it’s sweet.” you said, the words slipping out of your mouth before you could even control them. you were surprised at your own words, considering you’d just called john b’s friend ‘sweet’ without realising. he raised an eyebrow at that, amused by the sudden confidence.

“sweet?” he questioned, grinning at your words. it was clear that he was amused by that statement. you were starting to regret your stupid little compliment, mentally slapping yourself for the dumb choice of words. you hoped he didn’t find it weird.

he could tell that you felt embarrassed by your outburst, the way you looked down to the floor and avoided eye contact was enough to confirm that. he found it pretty adorable though, and he found it strange how quick your attitude and behaviour shifted. it left him curious. “hey, look at me.” he said in a tone that wasn’t demanding, but a soft request that you immediately listened to. you looked back up to meet his gaze, noticing a smirk forming on his lips.

“you’re very shy, aren’t you?” he teased, tilting his head to meet your gaze, his elbow resting on the counter. it was like he was studying you, watching your nervous reactions and fidgeting.

“uh…” you mumbled, you struggled to get any words out, suddenly becoming incredibly self conscious of every aspect of your personality. there was something about him that made you incredibly nervous, but also intrigued. ““no, not really…”” you finally muttered quietly.

he laughed at your response, it was clear that he didn’t believe you about the whole ‘not shy’ thing. he was just amused by your little reaction. he let go of the counter, the smirk still stuck on his face. “i don’t really believe that. you don’t seem to be able to look me in the eyes, i’d call that pretty shy.”

you fell silent, you wanted to argue back, but he definitely wasn’t wrong to be fair. you could barely look him in the eye or get your own words out without stuttering or blushing. you opened your mouth to say something, but his next words silenced you. “wanna know something though?” he leaned in a bit more, a mischievous glint in his brown eyes.

you were curious, the way he leaned in a bit lower to your level, the smirk on his face. he was definitely up to something. you nodded for him to continue, your interest piqued now. he just chuckled lowly, and you felt yourself shiver. when you reopened your mouth to speak again you were met with his lips.

you were definitely caught by surprise, not expecting him to do such a thing while he was at the counter of your workplace. but you didn’t pull away, instead melted into the feeling completely. his lips were surprisingly soft for a guy, and they were very skilled. he’d clearly experienced in the whole kissing department, and you were enjoying every second of it.

it was as if he had you under a spell, your body moving towards him of its own accord. you got as close as you could, given the counter was separating you, grabbing a fistful of his shirt, pulling him closer. john b was just enjoying this way too much, his lips curving into a smirk whenever your grip on him would get tighter.

he felt you relax into his touch, and he couldn’t help but smirk against your lips, finding your eager response so cute. he was taking his sweet time, not wanting to rush any part of this moment, and he was clearly savoring every touch of your eager lips. you both completely flaked at the fact that you were currently in your place of work, the shop quiet and no one else around. he had to mentally restrain himself from grabbing you and yanking you over the counter so he could grab you properly. he decided this was probably a bad place to let the kiss get too heated.

he finally broke the kiss, a bit breathless. you both took a moment to regather yourselves, glancing around to make sure no one had witnessed your little display of passion. john blooked amused, like he’d just discovered a really interesting toy to play with.

“knew you weren’t just some shy lil’ thing” he teased, using a low tone this time. you were at a total loss for words, your mind clouded and flustered. how could he have this much of an effect on you from just a simple kiss? it was crazy.

he chuckled as he took in your current state. you looked pretty dishevelled right now — eyes all hazy, mouth slightly agape, cheeks a rosy shade of red. he found it adorable how you seem to come undone so easily, a smirk once again appearing on his face.

you snapped back into reality, fixing your ruffled hair and tucking your shirt back into your uniform wear, still speechless before giggling. never ever during the moments you thought fiercely how your first interaction would go, would be this situation.

he pulled away, straightening out his shirt. he wasn’t about to let you get away with this completely unscathed, he still wanted to tease you. “get off work soon?” he asked, lifting an eyebrow.

you caught onto his joke, answering truthfully as you had a genuine grin on your face, looking up at him with your chin in your palm. "at four o'clock." you said, adjusting the straps of your uniform that had become messy during your little makeup sesh with the brunette.

he nodded, he couldn’t help but grin once he heard that voice again. there was something about your voice and mannerisms that ticked all the boxes for him. once he saw you fix yourself up, trying to look presentable again, he chuckled, “that uniform’s cute by the way.” before making his way out,

leaving you with your thoughts and still very much intrigued with him, just now you'll finally get some action instead of laying in your bed waiting for him to make the move. you were satisfied to say the least.

[sweatervest-obsessed]

hello !! rn i'm in the mood for some angst with a happy ending so can i request something where reader's got really bad abandonment issues? 🥹 maybe they fight over something which makes r leave ++ spence is confused bc it's so sudden n unlike them but it's all bc theyre scared he'll leave first n then it's just lots n lots of reassurance🥹🥹 thank you!!

Obsessed.

Thank you for the ask!!

So I wrote you this gorgeous 1k fic. I was so fucking proud of it. And then my computer deleted the WHOLE THING (which is why I am so behind on responding to this lmao). But. I rewrote as much of it as possible, and then changed and added a few things. So now it's better than before.

I really enjoy this version ,and I hope you do too!! so please enjoy!!!!!

WC: 1.5k

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

TW: Anxiety, depression, intrusive thoughts, self-destructive tendencies, swearing, abandonment issues lmao

“What do you mean….”

You couldn’t look at him. How could you? I mean, leaving the love of your life because you know he could never love you back in the way you love him. He’d just leave anyways.

They all do.

You’re just trying to minimize the pain.

But why did it hurt so fucking much.

Which was why you kept your gaze anywhere but him.

“I-I-I—“ You kept your gaze on the ground. “I can’t do t-this anymore Spencer.”

“Can’t do what. Y/n you aren’t making any sense. What’s going on?”

You should you head. “It’s over. Spencer.”

"Y/n what are you..."

Looking at the ground, you began to fidget, something about his gaze on you was making he whole situation worse. Originally you were going to just send him a text and disappear for the rest of your life, but he came home early. He wasn't supposed to be home for another day.

"Spencer I-I." You flexed your hands, trying to find the right words. "It's done Spence. I can't.."

"You can't what?" His voice was a whisper. You could hear the heartbreak in his voice, but you wouldn't dare look at him. If you looked at him, you would cave and stay and he would take your heart in his hands and crush it to dust.

But why did this hurt so much?

"What is going on Y/n. Talk to me."

You couldn't understand why he was being so caring. Why was he so fucking perfect. It felt like a sick joke that the universe gave you this perfect man, and then put the sinking feeling in your gut when it got too good. Like something was going to go wrong.

And you wanted to be ahead of it. Start the grieving process now before you got too deep.

It's too late for that anyways.

His voice was soft. He didn't move towards you. He didn't want to 'spook' you---he knew you so well.

You know him so well.

Clearly, whatever tactic you had tried to employ when he came home, wasn't working, so you decided to shift. You shifted to the anger resting in your gut. The hot and heavy coals that burned through your skin and made you seeth with anger.

"Y/n, please, look at me."

You couldn't. And he fucking knew that too. You stormed past him and towards the bedroom.

Spencer was speechless, completely unsure as to what was going on.

When he arrived home you had been shoving things into your suitcase, but then when you saw him you froze up and started to try and break up with him.

"Talk to me. What is going on?"

You ignored him and started to pull clothes out of their respective drawers and onto the bed you two shared. It was hectic, and aggressive. You were slamming things, stomping--anything to hide the slight tremor in your hands, and make you seem bigger than you were.

"Y/n!"

His voice made you jump but it didn't stop you. You took the pang of guilt in your stomach and tried to twist it into the anger you so desperately tried to justify.

Spencer slowly moved over to you and tried to take you hand.

"NO." You threw the small pile of clothes you had just taken from the closet on to the ground and pulled away quickly. "No Spencer god. Wh-what don't you fucking get. We're done. It's over."

Spencer rarely heard you raise your voice, let alone yell, and definitely never at him. But you weren't even looking at him.

You fucking hated it when he profiled you. It made your skin crawl when you felt his eyes roaming over you. "Look at me."

His voice wasn't hateful. It wasn't angry. It was soft, understanding.

God why did he have to make this so fucking hard.

"Y/n..."

"Spencer. Stop."

You felt the moment he realized what was happening in your brain., You weren't the easiest to read, but you weren't exactly a closed book either.

"Look at me."

You looked up and made eye contact with him, hoping that the last part of your will would hold strong, and get you through this.

Spencer's eyes were filled with worry and disbelief. You saw the swarm of emotions as he locked eyes with you. But behind all of the disbelief and concern and love and pain was fear. You could see the pain he was so desperately trying to hide from you.

You know him so well.

Spencer could see the straight fire in yours. They were lit with a facade of anger and pain and hatred. But you could never hate Spencer. Never. And he saw right through it. He could see the panic in your eyes. The pure terror and pain.

You hated that he knew you so well.

"Y/n..."

He took one step forward, not trying to corner you, but trying to get closer to you. You took one step back.

"No." You shook your head.

"Please just talk to me."

Fuck him. Fuck him and his stupid wonderful voice and his kind eyes and his love and the way he knows exactly how you take your tea in the morning and all of your favorite books and why you love the 2005 adaptation of Pride and Prejudice so much and what animals you wanted to have one day and why you hated spiders and the ocean so much and which museums and monuments you had on your bucket list. Fuck this man for loving you so hard, and making you want to spend every single moment of your life with him.

"I-I--" and fuck him for making your voice crack. You took another small step backwards.

"Please." Another step forward.

This time, all you could do was shake your head and break eye contact. You were tensing up the closer he got to you.

"Y/n."

"N-No" You chooked on your own voice. A single tear broke through and slide down your cheek.

"Baby please..." Another step. "Just talk to me. What's going on?"

That was the final straw for you.

The dam broke, and tears poured down your face. You let out the most heartbreaking sob that Spencer could have never imagined.

His arms were quickly around you, catching you and bringing you both down to the floor, where he held you against his chest.

You shook your head and tried to escape from his grasp, but he just held on tighter to you, not letting you go. Spencer could never let you go, he just didn't know how to tell you that.

Through your tears, you started to hyper ventilate. Spencer wouldn't let you leave his arms. It felt like a boa constrictor. You couldn't breathe.

You started to panic, not taking in as much air as you should, causing your head to get dizzy. You tugged on Spencer's arms as he tightened his grip on you, determined to keep you safe in his arms while you got whatever it was out of your system.

You screamed at him to let you go. He didn't respond, only holding you against his chest and you angrily slammed your hands against it.

Why was he so fucking perfect. Why couldn't he just let you leave and walk away.

Fuck.

Once your breathing had started to even out a bit, Spencer adjusted the two of you, still on the ground, so that you were straddling his lap with your arms around his neck.

Surrounding you was all of your clothes thrown about, and your suit case barely filled with anything.

He didn't say anything, just continued to rub his thumb against your hip, letting you come down from whatever sort of panic you just went through.

He held you close to his body, deciding in that moment to never let you go, ever.

You felt the world slow down. Time melted beneath you as the sun rose and set, the moon waxed and waned, The leaves browned and fell of the trees, and the earth stopped spinning at the end of time and all of the stars had died out. The world had stopped but you were still in Spencer's arms.

"I don't know..." He whispered in your ear, and the world started to turn again. "What just happened in your head--"

You tried to speak up but he just shushed you gently. "But we don't have to talk about it until you're ready."

You nodded.

What did you do in this world to deserve this man?

"Why don't we make some tea?" He whispered, and you just nodded again, holding onto Spencer as if the floor was going to give out and cause you to fall through the pits of hell and judgment, away from one another.

Neither of you went to move, finding peace in one another's arms.

While Spencer truly had no idea what just occurred, or why it occurred, he was still sitting here with you. And while you owed Spencer an apology and an explanation, he was still sitting here with his arms wrapped around you, kissing your shoulders.

Spencer Reid was going to stay with you for as long as you'd let him, and he would do anything to get you to see that, even if it meant sitting on the floor of your shared bedroom, holding you until the stars burned out and the world stopped spinning.

[cupcakeshakesnake]

HELLO UM-

Your little Harbour PotC AU gives me absolute life, just for the record. Even tho i am very very late, thank you for making it :D

There is a headcanon I got that wouldn't leave my brain after looking at your art, originating from that one conversation between Beckett and Jack where there were some implications about canon being everyone’s previous lives. Whether this is actually a part of your au or not, it got me thinking eheheh

Theoretically, (perhaps in an au of an au, if this headcanon contradicts your lore,) what if your au and canon were the same 'verse, just several hundred years later? And what if not everybody were on their second life?

We obviously have a sprinkling of supernatural stuff, so what if the secretly-a-goddess Calypso and immortally-cursed Davy Jones were the OGs that they were in the films? Like, Davy Jones maybe came back somehow (as per movie 5's end-credit scene lol) and took back the role of the Dutchman's Captian after Will went back to Shipwreck Cove. All is good.

He learned his lesson now and actually does his job of ferrying souls. As times changed, so did his ship, in some magical way. She's no longer a sailing ship, and he'll always miss that, but he doesn't mind all that much. His crew usually only stay for that 100 yr contract, so he's seen plenty of sailors come and go. Eventually, he even hires living mortals. Less people die at sea, so by the 20th century, Jones takes a mortal job as a fisherman (or whatever his job is in your au) as well.

Whether or not he knows about the whole reincarnation thing doesn't really matter; the day he employs a familiar man by the name of Bill Turner, he chalks it up to coincidence. Even if Bill has a son named William, well- it's been 200 years, perhaps it's just a really really big coincidence. Either way, it doesn't matter to him.

It's not until he's docked in a small, out-of-the-way harbour, and three troublemaking kids sneak onto the Dutchman that he finally realises. Bill's boy, on his own, is just a matter of coincidence. Those three, together? It's unmistakable. And as bothersome those three pirates were, so long ago, I'd like to think that he looks back on that age, on those people, with some kind of fondness.

(Until he discovers they can be the most INFURIATING little gremlins he's ever met in all his centuries. But he'll find that out later.)

Anyway I drew it :D Have my humble, scribbly offerings.

(I feel bad about running away with this, even as just a headcanon-of-an-au, please don't take this as a 'you should do this' lmao, it's just me adoring all of your content it makes my brain go brrr you are amazing thankyou!!!)

This is so lovely 😭😭😭

The idea of Calypso and Jones being the same ones from canon but just... having had a lot of time to chill down and have a second chance is so??? Imagine what Jones must be thinking looking at those kids... this is so bittersweet (but mostly sweet)

I'm sorry it took so long to respond, I wanted to write a proper reply expressing just how much I love this but couldn't get around to it. Hope you don't mind me posting this publicly; I need everyone else to see this as well.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Man 8

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!Lloyd Hansen

Summary: a demanding customer complicates more than your work life.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You gag into your hand, shaking. You gurgle and shake out your fingers, the motion of the car adding to your sickness. The man beside you growls. 

"What the fuck is your problem?" 

"Eeek, it's so gross," you drag your tongue against the roof your mouth, like a llama about to spit, "it tastes so bad!" 

You give another repulsed noise and shudder. The salty, sticky, sweaty flavour stains your mouth. You feel like you can even smell it. 

"You don't think it tastes gross?" 

"Do you think I taste my own cum?" He snorts. 

"Like I said, the internet--" 

"Maybe you should cut that out and grow up. You might not be knee deep in shit if you did." 

"I-- me. Sir, you're the one--" 

He reaches over and flicks your throat, right in your esophagus, and cough in pain as you fold over. 

"You think your funny? We'll see who's laughing soon enough," he grits as he slaps his hand back on the steering wheel. "Come into my town and.... bullshit... laughing..." 

He rants under his breath as he drives on. You feel the daggers he sends in your direction as he drives. You'd rather he focused on the road because he just blew a red. 

"So... if you're not the mayor..." you begin as you sit up. You see your reflection in the side mirror; yikes.  

"Don't fucking start," he warns and points a finger, hitting the wheel, "I swear you want to die. Don't you?" 

"Mayors don't talk like that so... no," you frown. "Look, Fl-- Lloyd," you enunciate slowly, "you keep saying I should know who you are but I don't, okay?" 

"Are you going to keep talking?" He grumbles. 

"Sorry, sorry," you rub your neck, your throat still throbbing, "I'm... trying." 

"Not hard enough," he sneers, "all you need to know is to shut your mouth and listen. Got it, sweet lips?" 

You nod and cross your arms, "got it." 

He sighs and eases off the gas. You sit forward and crane around. Where the heck are you? You've never been to this end of town. 

"Sit back," he shoves your shoulder so you hit the seat, "can't see through you despite the empty space in your skull." 

You curl your shoulders in and lower your head. Your adrenaline slowly recedes. Oof, that hits hard. Not worse than anything you've been told before but having a moment to think about it, about everything that's happened on the last few hours, it doesn't feel good. 

You languish in the silence and watch the blend of brick and pavement through the car window. This is just another I told you so. Your parents will be all too happy to laugh on your face. And those old friends who kept you around to make themselves feel better. 

He huffs as he slows and rolls up to a large gate, "come on, cheeks, don't get all pouty now. The fun part's not even begun." 

You lean forward to see beyond the gate as it opens at the touch of his phone screen. You can't help but feel awe at the sprawling yard and towering modern mansion. These places only exist on screens. 

"Aw, baby face, you're seeing all sorts of big things today, huh," he scoffs. 

You don't react. He sways dangerous between menacing and mocking. He might not have told you outright who or what he is, but you can guess by his flagrant threats and even more exorbitant wealth. No on is that cocky or that rich through innocent means. 

He rolls through and the gate shuts without prompt. Like a motion sensor or something just as fancy as the rest of this place. You wonder how long it takes the army he no doubt employs for the task to trim and style the lawn. You almost understand why he was so finicky about his coffee. Almost. 

Yet that glimmer of defiance needles in the back of your head. If he's so rich and better than you, why wasn't he hitting some high end place where they infuse their coffee with diamonds or whatever? You suppose he might enjoy feeling like a giant as he walks among the anthills. 

Figuring out this man won't do you any good. Even if you could. None of that matters. You've stepped on his toes and he's not going to let yours go unstomped. 

He pulls in along a row of egregiously expensive luxury cars; one for seemingly every day of the week. It wouldn't surprise you. Well, you’re in such a stupefied state, nothing can. 

His seat belt repeals sharply and he swings open the driver's door. You jolt back and look around. Do you get out too? He slams the door and your doubt is quashed as he taps on the window with his knuckles.  

You undo your belt and feel around the door. Where the heck is the handle? These things have to be so sleek and sophisticated that you can never figure anything out. The door opens before you can find the release and you look up sheepishly at Lloyd.  

You get out and step aside as he shut the door with a flick of his wrist. You peer around and twiddle your thumbs. What exactly happens now? 

You stop short as he heads toward the stone steps along the house's facade. You're struck by a startling epiphany. He might be right about you in some ways. How did it take this long to realise?  

You've been abducted. 

He stops at the door and looks back at you, "look, honey bun, I'm getting fucking tired. Stop pussyfooting around and come on." 

"Um, sir, F--Lloyd," you put your hands up, "Mr. Hansen, so, when do I get to go home because this feels kinda... entrapment-y." 

"If I have to drag you," he snaps. 

"Alright, alright," you keep your palms put and scurry forward, "I'm just asking questions. It's been a strange day." 

"Fucking tell me about it," he mutters. "Ah, ah, sweet lips," he puts hisbarm out to block you from the front door, "rule one: beyond these doors, you're naked. That's it. Full access all the time." 

You double take. Full on Three Stooges pantomime. You nearly fall on your ass. 

"Wh-at?" Your voice catches. 

"If I have to keep repeating myself--" he warns. 

"But what if I get cold?" 

"Oh my fucking god," he grabs you by the shoulders and turns you to face him, "I should fucking break that jaw." 

He claws at your shirt and rips it up your body. You flinch with the force of his rude undressing. You squeak as he untangles your tee then shoves down your sweats, nearly taking your undies with them. He snaps the elastic with his index. 

"Everything, baby girl," he demands and glares at you, crossing his arms. His cheek twitches and his jaw squares. Without the lip fur he might be decent. 

You wiggle free of your pants and step out of them, then your panties. Your bra gives you some trouble as one of the hooks is bent. As you stand naked out in the summer breeze you feel strangle calm. It's kind of freeing. 

You look at him and find him eyeing you up and down; that's a little more oppressive. You make a face. "Shoes off or..." 

"Everything. Fuck, you gotta ruin it with that mouth," he barks and turns to strut through the door, "...drive me fucking insane...for what...pussy?" 

You stare after him and exhale, stepping over the threshold. A lot has happened and you still haven't got your head around it all. Maybe it's better that way.