#But no tell me again how it's just a problem of me not 'wanting to do things enough'

[landograndprix]

╰┈➤ ❝ desire us • l.n ❞ iii

part two - part four

➪ life changed after you decided to go through it as a single woman, offering your daughter the best life she deserves, focusing on work, friends and family but damn, that guy.

➪ co-parenting, dead-beat fathers and curious friends.

➪ mom!reader x dad!Charles (platonic) x lando

➪ my babies are back and they're lying their asses off <3

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y/nusername

📍 Monte-Carlo, Monaco

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y/nusername obsessed actually.

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hamilt44n ma'am how many more babies are you going to steal from your friends? 😭

charlesgirlies so true bestie I'm obsessed with Leo leclerc as well!

↳ charlesgirlies and the other dog, don't know who he is but I love him as well ❤️

bobnorriz oooh who got you those chocolates huh? 👀

pierregasss time to have your own babies again!

↳ lanlan yes!!!! Zoey would make such a good sister!

norry4 first if all its zoë and not Zoey and second of all, stop telling y/n she should get another kid..it's weird

bananacharles obsessed with Charles as well?

estiebestieocon baby number two when? 👀

manon_roux so that's where my son went..

↳ y/nusername *our son

milliexoxo little Noah belongs to us all 💙

alicedidier all our kids belong to you all apparently

y/nusername yeah 🥰

leolec16 leoooooooo 🥰

schumimick charles gave zoe a baby brother now its your turn 😍

↳ yukisan girl stfu maybe she doesn't want to???

norrizz some of y'all so rude! If you were even the slightest bit interested in y/n like you claim, you'd know having kids is difficult and having zoë wasn't something that just happened..

↳ norry4 this!!

charliecharles I didn't even know this...how do you know?

norrizz go watch zoë's 2nd bday vlog

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manon_roux replied to your story

manon_roux

you are giving this man way too many chances

y/nusername

he showed up sober

manon_roux

This man has problems

y/nusername

Zoë still likes her grandpa

manon_roux

this man is not grandpa worthy

he's never been a normal dad how does he know how to love a child in the first place?

are you alone with him or is charles with you?

y/nusername

yeah and joris so I'm good

we're almost leaving

manon_roux

where are you staying?

charles? Hotel?

y/nusername

what's got that to do with all this?

manon_roux

Just curious 😉

y/nusername

I've got a roof over my head, I'm fine.

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milliexoxo

you might be able to fool some people but I know exactly where these pictures are taken, I've been in that man's house a lot 😂

you're at lando's place?

y/nusername

If you know, why'd you ask?

milliexoxo

So? 👀

y/nusername

he offered me a place to stay, he's not even in town so calm down

milliexoxo

Wow I'm just curious 😂

y/nusername

last time you were curious about my relationship with lando you threw a tantrum because i broke up with him..

milliexoxo

Can you stop using that against me? 😭

I was immature and dumb ass fuck and I've apologised for it

So you're not together together?

y/nusername

No millie, we're not

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y/nusername

📍 Miami, Florida

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y/nusername dora, boots & swiper.

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norrizz you're dora, zoë's boots so millie is swiper?

↳ y/nusername you know it! 🤗

milliexoxo always made the villain

norrizz millie you are a criminal, you're always the villain 😂

piastry mom's weekend with the kids <3

yukisan bunch of pretty ladies 🥰

manon_roux 🎶 backpack, backpack 🎶

↳ y/nusername 🎶 backpack, backpack 🎶

manon_roux 🕺 💃 🕺💃🕺💃🕺

julieeeexo when you're a mom, you turn up to kids shows 😂

y/nusername ask millie where she got the dress from

↳ hamilt44n where's millie's dress from?

y/nusername my closet

hamilt44n 😭 😭

milliexoxo best store in town tbh

landooooo just 3 bestie exploring the world together :)

sharl16 so we just gonna ignore the fact y/n, lando and zoë flew to miami together like a happy little family or what???

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[sunshineandspencer]

Jolene

A/N: I’ve managed to get sick and the thing that roused me from my deathbed was hearing Jolene and going ‘yes, this applies to a Hotch fic, my people need me’ if it doesn’t make sense, blame the headache.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Girlfriend!Reader.

Summary: She desperately tries not to think that way about his ex-wife, but seeing them interact hurts way more than she thought it would.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: established relationship, cutesy nicknames, Haley is alive, barely-negative self-thoughts, angst but a happy ending

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“I can easily understand how you could easily take my man, but he’s the only one for me, Jolene.”

Some part of her knew this wasn’t going to be easy, but she’d powered through it. Aaron had kissed her softly in the kitchen and told her that it would all be alright, slowly moving her to the stairs so that she could get ready.

Smacking her ass and laughing as she yelped, disappearing into their bedroom to get dressed.

They’d been together nearly three years now, only about a month until their third anniversary, and he promised something big - but that’s not important right now.

Jack has a big soccer game this afternoon, his team - little league but still important, as both men swear to her - had made it to whatever the ‘finals’ were. Aaron coaches his team, and as much as she tries to keep up, sports have never been her thing.

Despite this, she attends every single game and cheers no matter what’s happening. Plus, she gets the added bonus of seeing her boyfriend in a loose shirt and shorts, a rare and delicious sight. All the other moms have learnt that Aaron is taken, considering he comes over to kiss her whenever he can.

Honestly, Aaron is perfect. 

Even with his job, she doesn’t mind at all. She’s a photographer, and so she does all her editing work from home, and even when she does need to travel, she does it around his work and Jack’s school times. Occasionally bringing them with her, or just Jack when Aaron is away.

She absolutely loves their little family, and every single moment they spent together, and knew early on that days like this couldn’t be avoided forever.

Of course, she knows that Aaron loves her, he tells her more than enough and he still thinks he’s lacking in that department. But he loves her so desperately that he easily makes her feel seventeen all over again.

So Aaron is not the problem, but she is.

Haley, his ex-wife. The woman divorced Aaron, and moved on a lot quicker than he had, but that’s not the problem, people move at different speeds and she fell out of the marriage a lot sooner than Aaron did. The issue that she has is seeing them together with Jack.

They’re so.. picture perfect. Clearly a family. To the point where it hurts.

Haley is utterly gorgeous, and ageing has only done her wonders. Of course, she knows that she’s also aged pretty well, but not as well as her. 

The woman exists as if the phrase ‘fine wine’ was made just to describe her, and the quiet sting of jealousy hits deep whenever she and Aaron interact. It isn’t very often, thank God, but it still sucks.

The way she still talks to him so casually, as if they were friends who didn’t have an eight year marriage between them, it sets her on edge. It feels like she believes if she wanted she could easily stroll back into Aaron’s life. And why wouldn’t she?

She’s stunning, she’s Jack’s mother, there’s nothing stopping her from taking Aaron all over again.

Except the fact Aaron has reassured her that Haley is nothing to him anymore except the woman who gave him the greatest gift in his life bar his “wonderful girlfriend”, and she believes him. God- it feels so wrong to feel jealous and small when he’s told her that Haley is nothing. It feels like she’s doubting him, and it’s not that she’s trying to, she can’t help it.

How could she, when his ex-wife looks like that?

“Where’ve you gone sweetheart?”

Blinking softly, she looked up from where Jack was excitedly talking to his mom about all the goals he scored - uncaring that half were own-goals.

Aaron had come over to sit next to her, and hesitated from placing his usual peck to her lips when he found her so lost in her own thoughts. Moving to sit next to her and immediately place a hand on her thigh, squeezing softly and pressing his thumb into her flesh by the hem of her dress.

“Nowhere, no I’m- I’m still here.” He gives her a look and she sighs, leaning in to kiss him and grumble unhappily against his lips. “Everyday you make it harder and harder to like profilers.”

Humming, he kissed her a little firmer than usual and she pulled back, looking at him confused. Not that she was complaining, but he usually had a reason.

“She may be his mother, but Jack loves you just as much.”

Her heart seized, hating that he was able to figure her out so easily, but not surprised anymore. Reaching to squeeze his hand where it still rested on her thigh and turning to look at him fully.

“Aaron, I--”

“I mean it dove, we love you. She’s had her time in my life, and that’s over, you are the only one I want for any foreseeable future.”

A bright smile drew up on her face, the one he so loves drawing out because it means that she’s getting over whatever bothered her. 

He’s not stupid, he knows how much that bothered her at the start, and it had calmed down slightly over the years, and she believes him completely. Convincing her brain to believe him, however, had been the most surprising thing to try and overcome. For her, however, he’d reassure her everyday for as long as it takes.

With her hands smoothing up his arms to thread into the hair at the nape of his neck, that little bashful smile overcame her face as she got closer. Pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

“Careful there Hotchner, or someone might think you’re proposing to me.”

He huffed out a small laugh and wrapped his arm around her waist and tugged her even closer, kissing her deeply. Not caring that there were other moms watching and awing, or Jack making fake throwing-up noises, even though he really doesn’t mind.

Only pulling back to brush his nose against hers, smiling down at her and watching the way she couldn’t decide which eye of his to focus on.

“Just wait sweet girl, I’m not having you ruin my surprise.”

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[meanbossart]

A personal headcanon of mine is that Cazador had a special interest in Astarion before turning him into a vampire possibly a romantic obsession.

I was curious about what your personal thoughts were on the relationship between Cazador and Astarion?

Let me stop you right there - Yes.

Now, I'm a little reluctant to elaborate on this one, because I think it can be seen as a little reductive of the characters and their stories to condense what could be a political plot into something as superficial as another "if I can't have you, no one will" storyline - not only would that be less interesting to some people, but it once again reduces Astarion's character to his attractiveness - while the former, for once, actually made him "desirable" for his achievements and influence - even if it doomed him after all.

But at the same time, this theory compels me for that reason exactly. It sets the origins of the whole issue and what would, overtime, erupt into this complex he has of himself and how others perceive him.

I'm not a stickler for details as long as you can tell me a good story, but it's notable to me that the reasons why Cazador set his eyes on Astarion so early in his reign are never really elaborated on further. How much influence did he really have as a young magistrate, and what kind of rulings could he be passing that would affect Cazador so much for him to take such a risk in abducting someone of his standing right as he had himself come into power? Cazador is an idiot, but he's an idiot who managed to say alive and hidden for two centuries - this move was either exceptionally well thought-out, or Astarion wasn't that liked as a magistrate, or Cazador had far pettier motives to take such a risk.

Not to mention, Astarion is awfully elusive whenever you inquire about the hows and whys of his abduction. Dismissive, even. Like it's something he doesn't want to talk about. I could take that down the boring route and say "oh, the writers just didn't care to develop this part of his story", or I could do the far more fun thing and read into it.

Then, of course, there's the vague suggestions that Astarion stood out among the spawn for one reason or another - he's referred to as the runt of the litter, and yet as Cazador's favorite as well. Going through Cazador's journal following Astarion's disappearance, there seems to be something besides frustration about him leaving just as he's about to ascend - there's resentment, there's desperation. Why the fuck does Petras act as if Cazador would ever do anything good for them if they were treated as Astarion describes? How the fuck were any of them under the impression that this ritual would benefit them whatsoever, while Astarion seems to have always known better? While I have no doubt that they all suffered under Cazador's control, there seems to be indication that Astarion suffered specially badly. The question left is why.

I don't think they were ever lovers or anything like that, I don't think Astarion ever even knew Cazador well enough to give him a passing thought, but I think it would be absolutely rich for a newly born, still spite-fuelled vampire lord to make very emotionally-driven decisions. The type of decisions that he looks back on and curses himself for. For having ever had such a weak mind.

Think of it, you come into all this power after years of pain, sorrow and suffering. You set your hungry, lonely little eyes on the prettiest girl at the ball - she turns you down spectacularly. She laughs you off under thinly veiled pleasantries. You are beside yourself - you were supposed to have everything you ever wanted, to be untouchable, to be desirable, to have some sort of supernatural allure about yourself - you were under the impression that now, all of your problems had been solved and everything that life has to offer would be thrown at your feet, like you perceived it to be like to your own, deceased masted; then the rug gets ripped from under your feet. But, a moment after, you realize: when you want something very badly, you can now just take it.

So you do. You get a shiny new toy. Fresh off your dull, painful past-experiences it seems like this toy is all you need to bring the long-lost zest back into your life, it is your first taste of true power and control, your dear beloved, your reluctant companion, and you paint a picture of what life will be alongside it (though slightly stooped beneath you - you can't be equals, of course) decades, no, centuries into the future.

But the toy doesn't ever grow to like you. In fact, it hates you for what you are, what you chose to become and what you chose to make of, and to it. For a few years, you try. Then eventually you get bored of it.

In a few more, you begin to not be able to stand the sight of it. It reminds you of a time when you were naive, when you were stupid. Worse yet, it is now your ball and chain as you made it. The only use you see remaining for it is to tear it apart again and again and again until you've forgotten why you're even doing it. You don't even want to touch it yourself, you get others to do it for you.

I don't think Cazador harbored anything but that indifferent resentment towards Astarion through the vast majority of those two centuries, and, horrifically enough, I don't think Astarion even knew why for a good deal of it himself. I can picture him going over and over any passing interactions they ever had (if they even had any) desperately trying to piece together why me, what could I have done differently, how could I have avoided this hell.

Then, at some point, in the brief moments when his mind is somewhat cleared and after he has heard enough vague, cryptic remarks out of Cazador's mouth about his looks, about his attitude, about how he must think he's too good to do what he does, it hits him: If I had just said yes, none of this would have happened. It would have been a brief moment of disgust, but then it would have been over.

And you beat yourself over it almost much as you feel shame. You're embarrassed. Because you've now had to endure all this torment just because you said no to the wrong man - a matter of picking the bad choice at 50/50 odds. Not only that - but you were apparently so worthless to the world that this small mistake was enough to doom you for all eternity: It was, apparently, all you were worth. And he has made that abundantly clear by what he puts you up to now.

So, when someone asks you why it happened, you give them a better reason. One that at least highlights other things you were good at. They probably wouldn't believe you if you told them the truth, anyways.

[silverwarewolf]

DUNGEON MESHI EPISODE 24 THOUGHTS

Oh, I had asked to see what the party's thoughts regarding the changeling situation were, especially when it came to their lifespans, but I didn't think it would turn out like this!

GOOD FUCKING JOB, CHILCHUCK. YOU'VE TRAUMATIZED MARCILLE EVEN FURTHER. Oh but I do so love the horrors of this situation of theirs. Marcille babygirl I would like to hug you and have a nice chat.

Anywya, on we go to think about Falin and any solutions that might help us here. Which is great! I love how much foreshadowing there is (in terms of what I've been vaguely told about the manga).

Laios Touden's problem solving skills, everyone.

That's honestly the SICKEST weapon design, I'm so on board with you Laios. This could be Kensuke's Halloween makeover. BUT DONT JUST TAKE THOSE MUSHROOMS WITH YOU OH MY GOD

... was this the opening sequence foreshadowing everyone was freaking out about? was that it? (don't actually tell me, though. if it was it, say yes. if it wasn't, don't say anything)

no comment here I just love them.

I just will never get used to elfshi's hands being Like That. But it's also kinda nice to see him and Izutsumi working along so nicely! Like, don't even get me started on how Izu is presented as the pickiest eater of the party (Marcille has been dethroned severely) and usually you'd see that presented as a Hassle, but here in DM, Senshi doesn't even bat an eye. He knows and respects Izutsumi's tastes and preferences and works his meals out around it! That's such a based thing for him to do. <3

This is a renaissance painting. (I love it when they adapt Ryoko Kui's visual gags and I LOVE when she does zoomed in faces like this. Truly one of the artists ever)

I did not have "Laios gets Pissed On" on my bingo card but every day I grow more and more convinced that the animators KNOW what they're doing and - OH MY GOD IS THAT SENSHI'S DWUSSY. ELFSHI ALTERNATIVE TO PANTY SHOT.

Ah, yes, Izutsumi sprawls all over them when sleeping, we been knew, again it's a little unexpected to see it front and center but I guess it works to demonstrate them returning to - THAT WAS LAIOS??? AND CHILCHUCK IS JUST LIFTING HIS LEG LIKE THAT?? OKAY THEN. SURE.

(and then there's a few more seconds of laiosfoot and laios bedhead)

BUT HEY THEY'RE BACK TO NORMAL

1) Yep, they're back to normal.

2) Laios I love you and I love Gothsuke but someone needs to be careful about biohazards and it's not going to be you.

3) Add this to the "Marcille Donato gets threateningly close to you in three steps" folder.

4) Truly only they can match each other's freak. When the NECROMANCER is telling you not to do something, don't do it! I know last time you smuggled a "normal" sword, it turned out to be useful, but I'm sure that's not the case here!

5) Poor Laios tho. I'll learn to blacksmith just to give you a cool sword. <3

I'm so glad they kept this. One of the silliest touden siblings moments. 10/10 no notes. Also, Falin is never beating the blunt force trauma allegations.

IS THAT CHILCHUCK'S WIFE. ARE YOU - MA'AM. HELLO?

"Why aren't you a twink like I thought you'd be?!" gets adapted! (I'm pretty sure that's the scene meant to be here, anyways)

I get it, girl.

Oh dear, they're going to eat Falin. And SENSHI was the one to suggest it! For a guy who was just fighting the doubts of accidental cannibalism a week ago, you're taking bold steps forward.

(I do love how it mirrors Laios' kindness back then, in truth. Even if it's an idea so shocking and dire at first, it comes from a place of reason and logic and love)

Marcille "I said I wanted to eat her OUT, not eat HER" Donato Izutsumi "That's going to taste gross as fuck" Izutsumi Chilchuck "If it brings her back..." Tims Laios Touden, the man with a thousand things on his head right now, two of which I reckon are "I don't want to eat my sister" and "Dragon-Chicken... what might it taste like?"

Yes, well. Valid as your concerns are, Laios, because how the fuck would five people eat THAT much meat, you can't just ramble on about what dishes you're going to make out of your sister.

(...I get it, though. I mean if you're going to eat, might as well make it good, right? I know no one wants to grill one of Faligon's ribs but I'll go ahead and say it would be worse to tell them to eat her raw)

FUCK! we DID lose those scenes about the twin bell that toshiro kept!! forever sad about that.

oh my godddd they're going back into the dungeonnn we're going to reunite with themmm

I know they're really fucking competent, I mean, Namari and Toshiro are already described as pretty formidable warriors (and we've seen it), and Kabru is... admittedly much more geared to fight humans but he's a decent fighter either way. And a good leader!

Speaking of, where the fuck is everyone else.

I know they're meant to be scary (and I suppose they are! If we have the reference that, firstly, marcille is an excellent spellcaster so these elves could be just as good in their own areas of expertise, yes?, and secondly, the canaries are Well Known)

... plus, Namari, Toshiro and Kabru are wary of them. Namari, Toshiro and Kabru are wary of them.

BUT damn it Lycion, I need to- (gets dragged off stage)

Anyway, while we wait for the next season (WHICH HAS BEEN GREENLIT! WOHOO!), have these wonderful images of chicken falin being a cathedral painting (...if cathedrals ever added dragons, i guess) and my beloveds, who have finally returned!

[lavandermin]

Your Jing Yuan breeding kink hcs saved me, thank you, thank you (I too, want to be pampered and taken care of by Xianzhou Luofu's kind, handsome and strong general without having to think about paying taxes or rent)

Jing yuan breeding kink brainworms going crazy chewing on my brain cables to make me short circuit. ANON IM GOING INSANE. Just thinking about him again made me back out as I wrote this whole thing. It was supposed to be a simple short answer but well… here we are…

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Jing Yuan, your sweet and delightful husband who discovers his breeding kink (perhaps even a pregnancy kink, the night is young and we’re all insane here). It starts off innocently and then slowly trickles into a little obsession— sexually repressed old man who is centuries old discovers kinks! Wow!

cw | smut, minors dni, breeding kink, pregnancy, just jing yuan discovering his nasty side idk what to tell you

There are a few colleagues around who are in some stage of their pregnancy and soon headed into maternity leave. Being the General, of course he has extended his congratulations and well wishes to them before they’re off for a few months. The ladies in turn cannot help but prod if he has children of their own.

Surely, it should be well-known fact… maybe? He is quite the private man despite his high ranking position. No one aside from a very few select individuals even knew of you being his wife for the longest time. Never even knew the General was dating anyone.

So they can’t help but be curious, “General you must know what it’s like. Haven’t you children by now with your spouse?”

He only smiles and chuckles fondly. The first seed of want, now firmly planted in his subconscious. Oh how the expecting mothers dote in him and say his children surely must look like the spitting image of him. And he has to unfortunately let them down with amused, gentle smiles that, no, he has not had children.

Yet, some part of him whispers. A part that lays dormant for now.

The seed of desire takes root when he’s home with you and you’re fussing lightheartedly over Yanqing’s attire. Worrying over the young boy being out too late and skipping lunch. He wonders when it became so natural for you to fall into step as a mother-figure for his retainer. In little things, he notes. It’s not outright but it’s enough to make him pause and take it in. Chew it and over think it— let it linger in the back of his throat like the burn from a fine drink.

A mother… The thought is fleeting— a whisper unheard and carried with the breeze as Jing Yuan idles next to you in the gardens of his home.

Those next coming nights, for weeks on end, Jing Yuan is plagued with dreams of pressing himself deep within you. He fills your womb, whispering praise and prayer to your ear as he desperately begs you to bear his children. It’s something so carnal and raw and desperate he wakes up with a start, body drenched in a sheen of sweat and a throbbing erection. He’s panting lightly, having to go to the bathroom to sort out his little… problem in the middle of the night while you’re sound asleep, none the wiser to your husband’s evolving desires.

He doesn’t know what’s more torturous— closing his eyes and dreaming of breeding you until you’re both incoherent or looking at you while you sleep, daydreaming of your soft belly rounding out as the months ago by. Hips soft and just noticeably wider, breasts plump and full, and you’re glowing and–

Aeons, he’s hard again for the 3rd time that night.

The General, respected and composed and perfect, coming undone— untouched— at the thought of you having children with him. Part of him is a little distraught but, he thinks, he just loves his wife that much.

And he’s not wrong.

When he has you gasping and begging for release under him on the rare occasion he has time to love you how he wants, it devolves into fucking you into the mattress with a wild look in his eyes. Honeyed gaze watching you plead and fall apart under him as he now practically has you folded in half, his large hands sinking into the plush of your thighs as he presses them to your chest.

Usually he opts for pulling out and finishing on your tummy, but that night it’s like the aeons are working against him (or maybe with him? Lan the wing man, who knows). You’re begging and clawing at his back as he pounds into you approaching his climax— pleading and slurring your words of please please please Yuan inside– I want– I want it inside please please hurry h-harder please!

You’re playing with the thin strand of sanity he has left. Any semblance of decorum and gentle, vanilla husband is not worth it if it’s keeping your womb empty. But Jing Yuan will spoil his wife always and foremost. If it’s what his wife wants, he won’t hold back.

[youngsadlesbian]

ten times until she realizes

Summary: Sometimes it takes time to realize feelings.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Warnings: None, just fluff.

Word count: 1476

a/n: My first for Wanda, hope you like it. English is not my first language so I'm sorry for any mistakes 😔

1. The Breakfast Incident

It’s an ordinary morning at the Avengers Compound. The sun shines brightly through the large windows, casting a warm glow on the dining table. You decide to cook breakfast for everyone, hoping to start the day on a good note. You make sure to prepare Wanda’s favorite, scrambled eggs with tomatoes and a side of avocado toast.

As the team gathers around the table, Wanda walks in, her hair slightly messy from sleep. She smiles at the sight of the spread, but her eyes light up when she sees her favorite dish.

"You made my favorite!" Wanda exclaims, taking a seat beside you.

You smile, your heart skipping a beat.

"Anything for you, Wanda."

Natasha, sitting across from you, raises an eyebrow and smirks but says nothing. You hope Wanda will catch on, but she just digs into her breakfast, oblivious.

2. The Concert Tickets

A few weeks later, you hear that Wanda’s favorite band is coming to town. You know she would love to go, so you manage to snag two tickets. You find her in the common room, reading a book.

"Hey, Wanda," you say, sitting down beside her. "I got us tickets to see your favorite band next weekend."

Her face lights up with excitement.

"Really? That’s amazing! Thank you!"

"It’s no problem. I just thought it would be fun to go together," you say, hoping she’ll realize the significance.

But she just hugs you and goes back to her book, leaving you feeling a little deflated. Tony, who has witnessed the exchange, gives you a sympathetic look.

3. The Movie Marathon

One rainy Saturday, you suggest a movie marathon. Knowing Wanda’s love for old sitcoms, you curate a selection of her favorites. As you settle in with popcorn and blankets, you can’t help but feel hopeful.

"This is perfect," Wanda says, leaning her head on your shoulder.

You smile, feeling your heart race.

"I thought you’d like it."

As the first movie starts, Natasha nudges Clint and whispers something to him. They both glance at you and chuckle. Wanda, however, seems too engrossed in the movie to notice.

4. The Training Session

During one of your training sessions, you partner up with Wanda. You practice hand-to-hand combat, and you can’t help but be distracted by how beautiful she looks, even while fighting.

"You’re getting better," you say, after she manages to pin you down.

"Thanks," she replies, smiling down at you. "You’re a great teacher."

You want to tell her how much she means to you, but you can’t find the words. Instead, you just smile back, hoping she can see it in your eyes. Steve, watching from the sidelines, shakes his head with a knowing grin.

5. The Picnic

On a rare day off, you plan a picnic for the two of you. You pack all of Wanda’s favorite foods and find a quiet spot in the park. You spend the afternoon talking and laughing, enjoying the peacefulness.

"This is so nice," Wanda says, lying back on the blanket and looking up at the sky. "I’m glad we did this."

"Me too," you reply, gazing at her. "I always want to make you happy, Wanda."

She turns her head and smiles at you, but again, it seems like she doesn’t fully grasp your feelings. Sam, who has been jogging nearby, gives you a thumbs up and a hopeful nod.

6. The Birthday Gift

Wanda’s birthday is coming up, and you want to get her something special. You spend weeks searching for the perfect gift and finally find a vintage necklace that you know she will love.

At her birthday party, you hand her the gift, feeling nervous.

"Happy birthday, Wanda. I hope you like it."

She opens the box and gasps.

"It’s beautiful! Thank you so much!"

She hugs you tightly, and you feel a surge of joy.

"I’m glad you like it."

As she shows the necklace to the others, Clint whispers to you, "You’re really laying it on thick. She’s got to notice soon."

You can only hope he is right.

7. The Late-Night Talk

One night, unable to sleep, you find Wanda sitting outside, looking at the stars. You join her, and you talk about everything and nothing. It feels so natural, so right.

"You’re my best friend," she says, leaning her head on your shoulder.

"You’re mine too, Wanda," you reply, your heart aching with the desire to tell her how you really feel.

Natasha walks by, sees you, and mouths, "Tell her!" You shake your head, feeling like it isn’t the right moment.

8. The Mission

During a particularly tough mission, Wanda gets hurt. You are frantic, staying by her side in the medbay until she wakes up.

"Hey, you’re okay," you say, relief flooding through you.

"Thanks for being here," she whispers, squeezing your hand.

"Always," you reply, wishing she could see how much you mean it.

Tony pops his head in, giving you a pointed look.

"Everything okay in here?"

"Yeah," you reply, feeling the weight of his gaze.

9. The Costume Party

The Avengers decide to throw a costume party, and you go as Wanda’s favorite character from a book she loves. When she sees you, she laughs and hugs you.

"You look amazing!" she says, still giggling.

"I wanted to impress you," you admit.

"Well, you succeeded," she replies, smiling brightly.

Steve, dressed as Captain America (of course), walks by and mutters, "Come on, Wanda, open your eyes."

10. The Confession

Finally, after months of trying to show Wanda how you feel, you decide to be direct. You invite her to a quiet spot on the compound’s grounds and take a deep breath.

"Wanda, there’s something I need to tell you," you begin, feeling your heart race.

"What is it?" she asks, looking genuinely curious.

"I... I have feelings for you. More than just friends," you confess, your voice shaking.

Wanda blinks, clearly taken aback.

"You do?"

"Yes, I’ve been trying to show you for months," you say, a small smile tugging at your lips. "I thought you’d never realize."

Wanda’s eyes widen as she processes your words.

"You mean all those times... the breakfast, the concert tickets, the movie marathon...?"

You nod, feeling a mix of relief and nervousness.

"Yes, all of it. I’ve been trying to tell you how much I care about you."

She looks down, a blush creeping up her cheeks.

"I can’t believe I didn’t see it. I’m so sorry."

"Don’t be," you say softly. "I just needed you to know how I feel."

Wanda takes a deep breath and looks into your eyes.

"I care about you too. I’ve just been so focused on everything else that I didn’t realize. But now that I know..."

Your heart skips a beat. "Now that you know...?"

She smiles, a warm, genuine smile that makes your heart swell. "Now that I know, I want to see where this can go. If you still want to."

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding and nod.

"I’d like that very much."

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News of your new relationship spreads quickly through the compound, thanks to Natasha and Clint. The teasing doesn’t stop, but it is all in good fun.

One day, as you are all gathered for a training session, Tony can’t resist making a comment.

"So, Wanda finally figured it out, huh? Took her long enough."

Wanda rolls her eyes, but she is smiling.

"Better late than never."

"Just glad you two finally got your act together." Natasha smirks.

As you train, you can’t help but feel a sense of joy and contentment. You have finally told Wanda how you feel, and she feels the same way. It is the start of something beautiful.

Months pass, and your relationship grows stronger. You face challenges together, support each other, and find happiness in the little moments.

One evening, as you sit on the compound’s roof, looking at the stars, Wanda turns to you.

"Thank you for being patient with me. I’m so glad we’re together."

You smile, feeling a warmth spread through you.

"I’m glad too, Wanda. You’re worth the wait."

You sit in comfortable silence, the stars twinkling above you. You know that whatever the future holds, you will face it together, hand in hand.

Because in the end, it’s not about how long it takes to find love, but about finding the right person to share it with. And with Wanda by your side, you know you have found that person.

[princessbrunette]

thinking abt mouse!reader x jj x kook!pope trying to hide an at first minor foot injury cos she has a big audition or smth coming up and she refuses to miss it :((

but as it gets worse they both notice her hobbling around and wincing whenever she walks and literally force her to stay home the night of the audition, even thought it kills them to make her sad her health comes first always

them having to hold her while she cries and yells at them for the first time cos she wanted to do it so bad :(( i love her sm u guys don't get it

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it was a full blown tantrum. crying and thumping on chests, snot gathering beneath your sore nostrils. honestly, it was the most noise you’d ever made in one sitting — and you’d been double penetrated.

jj has managed to subdue you, having you curled on a ball in his lap, one fist clutching his shirt and the other clutching popes sweater threateningly as you let out hoarse sobs against his chest. there was a little inkling in the back of popes throat, an itch he wanted to scratch to tell you that you were being a little dramatic and that it wasn’t like someone had died, but he darent — not right now, not whilst you were like this.

the breakdown hadn’t occurred because they sat you down and told you that you were far too injured to compete, it occurred because you knew they were right. you were sneaky by nature, always good at hiding when you’d stolen something or slightly twisting things occasionally as to not get in trouble with the protective pair — but this was something that you couldn’t hide. the slight winces and secret downing of pain meds had turned to limping to full blown hobbling. you were scared, and the boys telling you out loud that you were too injured to compete made it all the more real.

“look, what can i do t’make it better? cheese? y’want cheese? i’ll run to the store right now and buy you that fancy ass board. y’know the one you asked me for last week but i only had two dollars and an old sucker in my pocket?” jj rocks you, forehead creased in urgency like he just wanted to spring up and fix the problem immediately. pope stares into space, rubbing at his jaw in thought.

“no! i want to compete!” you complain, making the blonde sigh.

“yeah, well… we just can’t have that right now sweetcheeks, y’know we ain’t tryna hold you back…” he genuinely sounds upset, wishing there was a way around this. popes hand moves to your back, rubbing it in circles like you’re a newborn baby who won’t sleep through the night. “what can i do, babe?” jj groans quietly, mostly thinking out loud.

“nothing.” pope speaks suddenly and firmly, a calm yet film tone in his voice. “we can’t do anything. but look at me, sweetheart—” he cups your chin and gently guides you to look up at him. his eyes are all wide and desperate, begging you to understand him and you soften, realising only now how difficult you were being. “this is for the best. what kind of boyfriends would we be if like… we just let you go and dance on your injured foot? you could injure it further and then, what? you never dance again? not on my watch.”

your shoulders sink a little, his words getting through to you finally. you sniffle, a few more fat tears rolling down your cheeks and jj is quick to swipe them. “c’mon, no more o’that.” he mutters.

“so tonight…” pope stands, dusting his sweatpants down and grabbing his phone. “you’re gonna sit, and rest that foot. we’re gonna watch a movie and order pizza.” he decides, leaning down again to be eye level with you. you blink slowly, nodding slightly filling the two with relief.

“but i get to pick the movie. sorry, nothin’ you can do about it.” jj grins, tickling your ribs and you let out a raspy giggle.

“no, jj, you don’t. last time you picked something weird.” pope calls as he wanders off to the bathroom.

“yo mamas weird.” jj mutters in retaliation, shifting you on his lap so that he could dig the tv remote from the centre of the couch.

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[theladybrownstarot]

Pick-A-Card : What does your feminine side wants you to know ? (Collab : @tarot-by-e11e♡)

☪︎ Here's my masterlist for more !

☪︎ Make sure you like/reblogg/follow/Comment for more pacs like these !

Pile 1. Pile 2.

Pile 3. Pile 4.

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Pile 1 .

Namaste pile 1 ! Let's get with your reading :-

cards pulled out : 10 of wands rx, 8 of swords rx and The sun .

☪︎ You people are literally stressed out and burdened with a lot of things that can be felt through the reading . Are you people having teeth pain out of stress because i can feel that . Your feminine side says that stop for second leave others and prioritize your mental and physical well-being ! take proper sleep do not over-do anything because there's always a limit . Your feminine side says even though you got lot of potential inside you but still take how much you can do.

☪︎ Next , some of you might be going through some legal problems and if not then you are full of unecessary thoughts which needs to filtered out seriously otherwise you are going to face lot of problems. Doing work out fear , insecurity or any other negative emotion is not gonna help you out . You might be facing some kind of injustice and i really feel that your feminine side says that you are not taking any proper action against it this tells me the need to have proper boundary for yourselves .

☪︎ last but not the least , your feminine side says that she is going to beat the shit out of you if you cannot enjoy and let yourselves get drowned in that sadistic pool of thoughts and actions ! let yourself be happy and really bring out that child inside you that craves to go out and do whatever it wants , be positive your world is not going to end .

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Pile 2 . [@tarot-by-e11e]

Thank you so much for being here ♡ @e11e27

Cards pulled out : 2 of Cups, 8 of Coins reversed, Temperance, 7 of Swords, 3 of Swords, Queen of Wands, Hierophant, Knight of Wands, Judgement.

☪︎ The time in my clock is 1:01 pm as I sat down by my window enjoying the cool summer rain, so that I can interpret for my dear pile 2.

☪︎ Angel number 101 shares an undeniable news about growth, progress and new beginnings. There is this welcoming message of growth and collaboration with your feminine side. This makes me feel like my pile 2 are either: finally taking baby steps in wanting to lean more into your feminine side OR you've reached a certain point of burn out, that you feel called to want to learn how to graciously accept the help from the universe and your guides.

☪︎ With the 2 of Cups, there's this gentle whisper of unity and mutual respect for your feminine side. It would seem that pile 2 might have "girl-bossed" a little too hard this past few weeks/months, so much so that you’d rather push your body to the point of exhaustion than actively allowing yourself to rest and recuperate. There's also this air of hypervigilance caused by the lack of genuine support and healthy role models growing up.

☪︎ More like, Pile 2 was surrounded by who they promised they will never want to become. With the first card alone, the message your feminine side wants to tell you: Let yourself be open to others again.

☪︎ It seems that Pile 2 had experience betrayals and has been in survival mode to God knows how long. To be so disregulated that you feel guilty for even purchasing skincare, even if you are not financially struggling anymore, is quite a heartbreaking situation to be in. Your feminine side is telling you: "Self - Care = Self - Love", so pile 2 can be the type of person that struggles to be okay with putting themselves first. It seems this pile is for my people pleasers.

☪︎ The songs, "You don't know" by Katelyn Tarver popped in my head. Particularly the lines, "I know you got the best intentions, just trying to find the right words to say..."; this line makes me feel like a line you want to tell anyone who wants to help you out. In this case, this is a song you dedicate to your own feminine side. But here's the thing sweetie, your feminine side DOES KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE YOU...

☪︎ Your feminine side, as much as they want to help you out, they can't seem to outscream your insecurities and troubles away. Your feminine side is soft spoken yet firm with their love for you. Your feminine side wants you to know they'll always be here for you, they're just waiting for you to sit quietly in your feelings and take the time to hear them out. They're always ready to help, they're just waiting on your signal. And you choosing this pile, your feminine side is welcoming you with open arms, with them, you are allowed to safely get vulnerable, without judgement or shame. They're always ready to welcome you back into helping you feel like *you* again.

☪︎ So first thing your feminine side wants to tell you is: "Welcome back home".

☪︎ With 8 of Coins reversed, your feminine side wants you to forgive yourself for only taking the time to only want to hear what they have to tell you. It's okay, you're safe with your feminine side. Remember, no judgement or shame will ever come from them.

☪︎ With how much you have on your plate in your life right now Pile 2, having debts and bills to pay, responsibilities piling up higher than your bookshelves, alot of people depend on you for everything, even on things that they can easily deal with themselves, yet they actively decided to pass their burdens to you. Seeing as your attention, focus and efforts are needed elsewhere, it's okay that you only felt the need to sit down to what they have to tell you.

☪︎ The more I interpret for pile 2, the more I can imagine that this pile is for the chronic workaholic people pleasers, it also has the vibe of the sole provider and/or oldest sibling energy. The heavy feeling of burn out is so prevalent in this pile, so much so that you tend to be the type to drown in work while your friends and family barely got a chance to spend time with you.

☪︎ Just know, they love you and miss you so much. They do appreciate your efforts to keeping a roof over everyone's heads and food on the table, but you tend to forget that you deserve to be taken cared for too. This is a strong message from your feminine side, let others show how much they can take care of you. Let others into your life. Learn to let love in again in your life again. Betrayals in any shape or form had closed the gates of your heart, to the point of self-imposed isolation, guised as working hard to provide. It seems that pile 2 overworks to hide their pain. It's like, "Working more means less time to feel".

☪︎ With Temperance, your feminine side suggests you start reassessing your current lifestyle and curate your daily routines to cultivate a "healthy work life balance". I can already feel some of pile 2 are rolling their eyes back so far inside that they can see their brain cells barely surviving from fatigue. And yes, I'm also lovingly call out those of you who leaned back as you begrudgingly "ugggggggggghhhh..." into surrender.

☪︎ Definitely my burn out overwhelmed workaholic people pleasers pile. You're so conditioned to always Go, go, go to the next task before letting yourself catch your breath. My dear, unless your line of work is in ER surgery, you allowing yourself to rest won't lead to someone's demise. So if you work in the medical field pile 2, your feminine side is way more stricter with you about work-life balance. I heard the words "It's non negotiable at this point". So pile 2, please, for the love of rainbows, cookies and butterflies, please curate your daily routines into a healthy work-life balance.

☪︎ With 7 of swords, your feminine side is asking you to keep quiet about your plans for self-love and self-care. This was a rather odd card to show up but with the multiple instances of me mentioning betrayal with the previous cards, it seems pile 2 is surrounded by people who benefit from your lack of boundaries. That's actually the kind of betrayals you've consistently dealt with. People taking your kindness and generosity for weakness, as if it's an invitation to openly abuse your giving heart. Oh no dear pile 2, I'm so sorry you are surrounded by people who can't stand you stepping into your power.

☪︎ This message feels rather severe but your feminine side is asking you to keep your happiness and achievements under wraps and offline. Don't post anything celebratory, it seems that evil eye and ill wishes from jealous and insecure coworkers and/or family members tends be your usual cause of bad luck. So with that, cleanse and establish healthy boundaries with people who have proven that they have no intention of wishing you well. Keep those kind of people out of your life. Take that message in any shape or form that you feel called to interpret it as.

☪︎ Your feminine side urges you to let yourself be nurtured again. You don't have to always be assertive; you don't have to also be the one that leads. You are allowed and you deserve to receive. So let yourself be on the receiving of your friends and loved one's care.

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Pile 3 . [@tarot-by-e11e]

Thank you so much for being here @e11e27 ♡

Cards pulled out : High Priestess, Ace of Swords, 4 of Wands, King of Cups, 4 of Swords, Strength, 6 of Coins

𐙚 My dearest pile 3, right off the bat, this feels like the “Stepping into your power” pile.

☪︎ Starting with the High Priestess, this talks about listening to your intuition, leaning more onto your spiritual practices, and, in this specific question, leaning more into listening to your feminine side. I feel called to share a little way to discern the difference between intuition, anxiety, and wishful thinking.

☪︎ Wishful thinking feels self-gratifying and short-lived, and leans more toward satisfying an urge/itch in the moment; like having a quick dopamine fix from doomscrolling. It’s the easiest to fulfill and do, out of all the three.

☪︎ Anxiety is fear-based and meant to keep you safe; there are certain times when safety, when taken too far, leaves you stuck and resentful; If any negative thought starts with “What if..”, this is an example of an intrusive thought that’s rooted in anxiety. It feels comfortable because it’s familiar, but it leaves you regretful and resentful for not pursuing something else.

☪︎ Intuition is sometimes like an invisible cord that’s pulling you into doing something you subconsciously feel is the right thing to do. There are times when intuition makes you feel uncomfortable, if you are in a period of stagnancy; but there are also times when intuition feels right, when even without logical and substantial evidence to back up the decision, you feel in your gut that it “just makes sense.”

☪︎ With Ace of Swords, your feminine side shares that you will receive some sort of clarity/breakthrough once you learn to listen to your intuition more; it takes practice to differentiate fear and inner knowing, so be kinder to yourself as you go about this journey. The more you listen to your gut, the easier it is for you to have new ideas and have a sense of focus towards the vision of what you want your life to unfold as.

☪︎ 4 of Wands is about your community, stability, and a sense of belongingness. With this, your feminine side suggests you put yourself out into the world to call in your soul tribe/chosen family. More like, the more you become the person you know you are meant to be, the easier it will be to naturally draw in your like-minded community.

☪︎ With the King of Cups, your feminine side urges you to embrace a compassionate approach in life, not just towards others, but particularly, towards yourself. Try to strike the balance between duty and nurture. Try to find a way to hone the skill of living a balanced life.

☪︎ Pile 3, your feminine side urges you to let yourself rest in the 4 of Swords; taking a nap while overthinking is not resting; sleeping and feeling guilty about not being productive hours before is not resting. (Damn, the call-out is real in this pile). Your feminine side asks you to truly let yourself rest and recuperate, unapologetically. How about this: whether you rest later, or rest now, your responsibilities remain; so if you rest properly now, you’ll have more energy to do your tasks wholeheartedly, and the chances of you producing results beyond your expectations is a high possibility. But if you push yourself too hard now just to have something you can “produce for the sake of having an output”, 9/10 the result is half-assed, and this will lead you to have more reason to stress and be filled with regrets. So the choice is up to you.

☪︎ The Strength card feels like your feminine side is telling you to embrace your inner power. If you’re the type that’s made to feel small, now’s the time for you to step out of your comfort zone, and try to build your confidence. You don’t have to make a huge. Life-altering change overnight. This feels more like building that steady foundation of your self-confidence. Learn how to reassure yourself that no matter what, you’ll get through everything because you are sure about your decisions and dreams in life.

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Pile 4 .

Namaste pile 1 ! Let's get with your reading :-

cards pulled out : The world rx , The hermit , Knight of pentacles , Ace of penatcles rx and the emperor rx .

☪︎ People your feminine side encourages you to move forward and no to give up because you are almost the half way to what you need , i feel you are going through major setbacks and still you people trying to do everything you got to make yourself come out of the situation you are in currently and you will actually .

☪︎ Your feminine side encourages you to go for deep self reflection and take time-off from people and other things to sort out what needs to be , she says that you already have got all the wisdom and solution you are seeking that was because of the constant experience , i feel there's a mistake or an action that your committing again and needs to be stopped . She encourages you to meditate and take rest and don't seek help outside because you got it all !

☪︎ Some of you might be having some male relation issue or an issue with authority which will resolve quickly but you being encourages to take your stand .

☪︎ Your feminine encourages or warns you to be aware of any future scam or money investment you are doing , you need to change your long term financial plan or need to revaluate for better , I feel some of you might not get the desired job as of now and it could be that you facing job related issue which resolve quickly withing 2-3 months or before just do not stop .

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[ao3commentoftheday]

I hope I don’t bother you sending this ask because it’s long and not especially coherent. I’ve been writing for over a decade now. When it comes to fanfic, I’d never been particularly bothered by low level engagement. But last year I found myself wreaked by a dead-in-the-water fic. I think many factors contributed. This fic was partially my way of dealing with negative feelings surrounding an event in canon that cut me deep in all the wrong ways. It was a research intensive fic that took a great amount of time. I don’t have the bandwidth to write that I used to, so I was elated to finally post something. I poured some very personal things into the story. I was already feeling anxious from offline trials and tribulations, etc. Situational factors.

After posting, I eventually revised story problems I should’ve reassessed sooner. While the revisions felt good and necessary to improve the work, they didn’t enhance engagement with the fic. I’d never been so embarrassed about an overwhelming views to kudos ratio before. I’d never been utterly crushed over a lack of comments. I’ve had staunch difficulty writing since then and I’m frustrated with myself because boohoo, everybody has a story that bombs at some point, right? Nobody should let one bad story stop them from writing altogether! It isn’t productive to be this upset about it. More than that, it would be dumb to throw in the towel just because one fic didn’t get the response I was hoping for. The Dark Crystal didn’t get the response Jim Henson was hoping for. It’s life, disappointments happen. Sometimes we miss the mark and the best thing to do is keep pushing on and trying anyway. Do better next time.

That said, this just made me feel even more alone in fandom than I already did. The event in canon that cut me in all the wrong ways? Most of the fandom is totally fine with it. A few friends I was eager to share my fanfic with passed on it altogether. My faith in my ability to write is shaken. I’m also scared if I do write again, I’ll get heartbroken and humiliated by failure again, that something has changed and I won’t be able to go back to the old me who accepted low engagement without any fuss and pretty easily moved onto the next idea.

Oh anon. I'm so sorry you've been dealing with this ❤️ But your problem isn't about your writing or your confidence. It's much deeper than that.

As I read through this ask, everything that stood out to me was about your emotional well-being and a lack of support.

You begin by talking about pouring a lot of personal things into a story that you were writing - and the impetus for writing it was being cut deep by canon events. You were using your writing to work through a painful event and to process your feelings around that. You mention other factors from the other parts of your life that made that process difficult, too, so I can imagine that some of those personal pieces you included in the fic were related to all of that.

The time you took and the energy you spent researching would have added onto that emotional toll you were putting into that fic, and when you put that much of yourself into something, it's completely natural to want to receive something back. I think that's why the lack of kudos and comments hurt you more than usual. This story meant a lot more to you than any of your other ones, so this one not getting attention felt like a personal rejection rather than just not hitting a popular trope.

That's incredibly disappointing, and it adds a hurt on top of an existing hurt. You were already in pain because of the canon events and things happening in your life, and now you're experiencing a form of abandonment because not even your fandom friends are interested in reading what you wrote.

Right now, you're trying to force yourself to ignore the pain you're in and just move on. That's about as useful as telling someone with a broken leg to walk it off. 💗

Did your friends know how important this story was to you? Or did they just think it was like any other fic and if they weren't interested, they could just skip it or read it later? If you're up to it, maybe share this ask with them so they have a better understanding of how you actually feel. They might not know how deep you were cut and how much you need their support right now.

I think your writing is just fine and you have no need to worry on that score. What you're actually afraid of is being rejected and abandoned again. That fear is going to stay as long as this current pain continues. I recommend you get the care you need - from fandom friends, from family, from whoever you feel comfortable reaching out to - and maybe hold off on writing until then.

You didn't do anything wrong with your story. You just put a lot of yourself out there and didn't hear back. I wish I could give you a hug, anon, and I hope someone in your life can give you one instead. I think you really need it right now - and you have for a while. 💗

[tired-biscuit]

oki i saw u repost the ‘herding dog x lamb x wolf’ post and i am asking u to pls walk w me here … that trope with naruto and kiba. maybe naruto is the protective hearding dog, anxiously looking for the lost lamb that strayed a bit too far from the herd one night. the poor pup’s so worried, ears flat against his head and big eyes shaken with fear that something bad happened to you as he walks deeper into the dark forest.

little did he know, the helpless little lamb was far from in trouble. in the arms of the big bad wolf that caught her, how could she be? as poor naruto is wondering around the woods, fearing the worst case scenario, you’re on your chest, squished against the grass as wolf boy kiba mounts you from behind, knot inflating as his canines mark you all over. grunts and moans of pleasure come from the both of you, only aiding naruto in his search.

and when naruto does end up finding you, he’s… conflicted. well of course he’s horrified at first! a wolf is mounting you for goodness’s sake! at the same time, however, he can’t help but feel a bit jealous. why does the stray get to mount you and he can’t? he’s been so nice to you, after all, and he’s known you the longest! if anyone should fill your holes, it should be him!

when naruto interrupts you n kiba, it only turns into a territorial match of who can knock you up first, to truly claim you <33

— possible 🌺 anon? :))

18+ MDNI, fem!reader / cw: hybrids, knotting, breeding

naruto is a tricky one in my opinion, because he might come across as someone who only wants what’s best for you, but then when he gets the chance to pick you up and carry you to safety, he just… falters. doubts himself and his clashing desires.

and the fact that you smell like nothing but sweat and restless hormones doesn’t help his case either. he tries being the hero, tries to stand his ground and threaten and intimidate kiba for taking advantage of a sweet thing like you in such a ‘disgusting’ manner, but the wolf hybrid just sneers, exposing his elongated canines while he tells him that all he did was keep you safe. after all, the woods can be quite the dangerous place for a little lamb such as yourself, so it’s actually a good thing that a big beast like him has kept you warm and protected from other predators, is it not?

but that can’t possibly be true, can it? though come to think of it, the dazed smile that sits on your innocent-looking face now sure tells naruto otherwise… you’re perfectly content, with or without him. you feel safe, even with several bite marks and scratches littered across your plush body.

and you also feel… needy. like you’re in heat.

so it’s no wonder that you bunch up his shirt in your trembling fists and wiggle your hips while he’s still holding onto you. that you whine and immediately try to push away from him and go back to your new scary-looking wolf friend, whose already sharp smile grows even more honed when naruto, being the loyal dog that he is, tells you that you don’t need to worry, that he’s going to get you right back home.

but the problem is that you don’t want to go home! no, no, no, what you want is to stay right here, and feel the dirt underneath your fingernails while the big bad wolf continues to make you feel like one of a kind and special instead of just another head amongst the herd.

so after a bit of back and forth, and a warning growl so deep that it makes the hair on the back of your neck stand to attention when it escapes the wolf hybrid’s throat, naruto finally succumbs.

kiba isn’t particularly happy about it — his gaze is piercing and his teeth are bared in a snarl as he watches you unclasp the collar and unbutton the dog hybrid’s pants — but he lets you do as you wish if it means that you’ll get to stay in the end. his desire to have you underneath him again is just another form of possessiveness. he’ll swallow the bullet even if it kills him.

and naruto, well, he feels this upcoming sense of animalistic frenzy come forth as he watches you lay on the soft grass and spread your legs for him; clearly beckoning him to give in to the urges that he’s been having for months now just so that you can get your way in the end. by the time he finally crawls on top of you and pushes his cock between your wet folds, still visibly hesitant, you’re already pliant, soft, and so slick between your thighs that he can see them glisten.

he knows what the reason behind it is. you’re already so full of cum and fucked out that you take him with utmost ease. your body is so warm and stretchy that when he goes to push your knees to your chest, all you do is sigh with pleasure instead of squirm with discomfort. he cautiously licks the side of your cheek, tasting salt, and his canine instincts take over eventually — making his back hunched and his temples drip with sweat as he mindlessly ruts into you, pounding your sweet pussy in a frighteningly similar way the wolf had previously done.

in the end, they’re two sides of the same coin.

you let out a broken whimper when you feel his knot begin to swell inside you. he’s nothing like the good boy that you’ve once known him to be; no, now his collar lays abandoned in the grass beside you, and he’s growling lowly into the side of your neck, letting his canines drag across your pulse point as he holds onto you with a grip so tight that it might just bruise your already marked skin.

when he sinks his claws into the back of your thighs and spills his load inside you, kiba is already nosing his way between you, cooing at you that you have to roll back onto your belly now because it’s his turn to breed you again, that he has to make sure the pups are his instead of the ‘mutt’s’.

they don’t like each other, that much is obvious.

however, they will refrain from ripping each other’s throats out if it means that you’ll offer them yours.

[mintsturniolo]

watch my boyfriend

bf!chris sturniolo x f!reader

a/n: unedited. i randomly thought of this fic while working on something else. actively working on requests, i just keep getting distracted lol

summary: liyah does the watch my bf TikTok trend

Liyah had seen the TikTok trend where people would set a camera in front of their boyfriends so that their followers could watch them. This was something she’d been wanting to do forever, and now she finally had a boyfriend to do this trend with. The only problem was she had no idea where Chris was. During her nap, he had left their room. Liyah checked the small office across the hall from his room. He wasn’t in there. Liyah went upstairs and made her way into the kitchen to find Chris eating a snack at the table while he worked on his laptop. She smiled and kissed his cheek. “Hi baby,” she said.

Chris looked up and grinned when he saw her. “Hi. What are you up to?”

Liyah didn’t respond as she set her camera in front of Chris, propping it up against a water bottle that one of his brothers had left lying around. Chris raised an eyebrow when Liyah started recording. “Hey guys. Watch my boyfriend real quick.”

Liyah walked away, leaving Chris to look at the camera with a confused expression on his face. “Uhmmm,” he muttered, trying to think of a way to entertain his girlfriend’s followers. “How are you guys doing?” he asked as he took another bite of the mac and cheese in front of him. “This mac and cheese is so good. Liyah made it for me earlier. These are leftovers. Don’t tell her I ate her leftovers. I was going to leave some in the fridge for her but I was busy all day and hadn’t eaten yet.”

Chris was quiet for a moment as he did something on his laptop. “So I’m planning on doing another launch soon, right,” he said, moving his laptop away again. “So I was actually just working on some designs for my brand. I know I haven’t had anything on sale for a while, but that’s going to change. We’re also working on some new merch.”

Chris was quiet again as he finished the last of his food. He looked around for Liyah, missing her presence. He hadn’t spent much time with her today. He turned back to the camera and stuck out his lower lip in a pout. “Do you guys think she’s gonna come back?”

A grin spread across his face as he thought of something. “Ya’ll I was playing with Trevor the other day and this thought just kinda crossed my mind. Okay. So when Trevor brings me the same toy all the time, I wonder if it's his favorite toy or if he thinks it is my favorite toy,” Chris said, laughing a little bit. “Like if you think about it. Maybe he thinks I really like it and he wants to make me happy. Or maybe it’s our favorite toy. I don’t know.”

Chris was about to say something else when Liyah came up behind him. “How was it guys? Was he good?” she asked as she picked up her camera.

Chris stood up and wrapped his arms around her waist. Liyah smiled and angled the camera so the audience could witness what was going on. Chris brushed his lips across hers. “Where were you?” he muttered.

Liyah returned the kiss, “I was just finishing laundry,” she replied as she turned off the camera.

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[kotoku]

hiii ! Can I req an aventurine and/or doctor ratio x reader (fic or headcanons is fine) where reader hides how they feel about stuff and they’ve been struggling and one day aventurine walks in on them breaking down? Things have been rough lately lmao, thank you !!

ᴅʀ ʀᴀᴛɪᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀɪɴᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴ ꜱ/ᴏ ᴡʜᴏ'ꜱ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ᴅᴏᴡɴ

pairings - aventurine x reader / veritas ratio x reader

content - reader is gender-neutral/ established relationship/ reader has been going through it/ reader ends up having a break down/ angst with comfort/ comfort fic

warnings - a bit of self harm, swearing

⋘ ʟᴏᴀᴅɪɴɢ... ⋙

You were never the type of person to show your vulnerable side to people, no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t.

You never wanted anyone to feel the weight of the burden that was placed on your shoulders. The weight that would only continue to build up until you eventually succumbed and suffocated beneath it. It was something only you would have to deal with, and you made sure of that, keeping those you loved at a distance so they’d never see your deteriorating mental state.

So when Aventurine came home early one night to find you a sobbing mess in your shared bedroom, you were terrified. How could you let this happen? How could you do this to him?

You sobbed harder, hands gripping your arms with such strength that would leave bruises later on.

He quickly knelt beside you, hands shaking as he tried racking his brain on what to do. 

Think Aventurine, think.

Gently placing his arms around you, he shakily whispered reassurances.

“I’m here, I’m here.”

“What happened, My Love? You can tell me anything, everything.”

“I’ll always be here by your side, I’ll never leave you.”

Eventually, you had calmed down enough to where your sobs were reduced to sniffles. You couldn’t cry anymore, even if you felt like it. There were no tears left for you to shed, only hiccups and broken sentences. 

“I’m sorry…”

“Why are you apologizing, _____?” 

“Because…” You looked at him with red, puffy eyes. “I… I let this happen. I let you see this side of me that I never wanted anyone to see, you to see.” You looked down at your arms, purple and blue dotting your skin as remnants of where you were gripping. “I never want to place the burden I feel..onto others.”

In the silence, Aventurine could hear his own heart breaking all over again. How hadn’t he noticed your suffering? How could he have let this happen? He enveloped you in a hug, one that wasn’t too tight or loose. He couldn’t let you go, no matter what, he would never let you go.

“_____…” Aventurine felt tears of his own well up in his eyes, head burying into the crook of your neck. “You are never a burden, how could I ever think of you as such..?” You felt your eyes sting, closing them shut as your arms came to rest around his shoulders. 

“I’m sorry for not noticing sooner, for not being there…” You wanted to protest, to tell him that he was wrong, but you only shook your head, voice much too weak to talk. He held you closer, his tears dripping onto your shirt. The two of you stayed that way for a long while, the clock ticking closer to midnight.

Eventually, Aventurine released you from his firm hold, rubbing his eyes as he sniffled. 

“_____…” 

You looked up at him with tired eyes. “Yes..Aven?” 

He held out his pinky, signaling for you to interlock your own with his. “Please. Please promise me that..you’ll tell me if there’s something wrong… I’ll be here to listen to your problems, no matter how big or small they may seem… You are so important to me, to others…” You raised your pinky.

“I promise.”

Aventurine smiled, his eyes slightly puffy and wet with unshed tears. “I love you so, so very much, _____.”

You felt your heart swell at his words, a sob stuck in your throat as you brought him into another hug. 

“I love you too, Aven.” 

Just for him, you will try your hardest to never tread alone, for he will always be by your side no matter what.

Veritas Ratio was never an emotional person, always choosing to remain calm and composed. However, that did not mean he did not care, for he was always expressive in his own ways when it came to you. 

You knew the doctor loved you dearly, so much so that he would do anything for you if it meant you being safe by his side. And yet, he did not know of the burdens that dug into your skin, the fear of showing your vulnerability acting as shackles as it anchored you deeper into dark waters. No matter how hard you tried to swim up for air, you would only get dragged back down, the surface just out of reach for your battered hands. 

Again, and again, and again. A repeating cycle that just became a part of your routine. 

You could handle yourself just fine during the day, but when night came, so did the problems you tried so hard to bury. To avoid disturbing Veritas’s sleep, you would slowly creep out of your shared bedroom into the bathroom, staring lifelessly into the mirror as you let the cold water run in the sink. 

Some nights were rougher than others, the tears that you tried to suppress spilling over to mix with the running tap water, the sound of it silencing your sobs. However, it also silenced the approaching footsteps coming towards the bathroom door that was left ajar, a soft gasp startling you as your eyes darted to the entrance. 

Shit. 

You splashed the cold water into your face, attempting to mask the tears that you were previously shedding. 

“Veritas..I–”

“_____, what happened?” 

Your hands gripped the towel that you were drying your face with, tears dotting the corners of your eyes as you inhaled a shaky breath.

“..Nothing..happened. I was just having some difficulty sleeping…” You mustered a smile. Yet it never reached your eyes, he noted with a sigh.

“You don’t have to lie to me, _____.” His arms crossed over his chest, eyes softening as they gazed into your puffy ones. “If there’s something bothering you..I’m here to listen.”

You couldn’t hold your smile anymore, eyes beginning to water as you avoided his gaze. 

“I just… It’s been rough recently.” Tears fell down your face as you thought about all the problems that weighed on your mind. “Work hasn’t been the greatest and all these things are happening– I’m just..a mess.” Staring at yourself in the mirror, you felt a wave of exhaustion hit you once more. “A mess…” 

Veritas tilted your chin so that you were facing him, his eyes full of emotions but concern was prominent. “_____, you don’t need to face these problems alone. As your partner, it is my duty to offer my support and care. You are my utmost priority.” His words filled your heart with so much love for the man, you could feel yourself beginning to cry harder. 

“I love you so much… Thank you..Veri.” 

“Of course, _____. I love you too, never forget that.” 

⋘ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ! ⋙

note - i hope these drabbles provide a bit of comfort for you and that things get better for you anon! :) stay safe and healthy everyone.

[corollaservant]

C is for Cooperation (yan stsg x f!reader)

Warnings: dark content (dd:dne), coercion, deception, alcohol use, implied drug use, sensory deprivation, pet names, yandere-ish, dubcon (intoxication) to noncon (deception), unethical guilt shaming // corrupt corp. AU

Wc: 4.5k

‘’I told you he is not handling the layoff.’’

Excellent recommendations, spotless CV, inherited wealth and the most important in corporate: connections. He had the whole thing. To say he fucked his way up would be a lie. Sure, he had the looks. It was the eyes. But that wasn't the case, since money ruled the circles you were in. You would have fallen into his trap, had he not been the most obnoxious person within a short radius. It was no surprise he quickly established himself as team leader (would've accepted a project managing position but the responsibilities were too many—he took pride in being humble).

No, Satoru was not some clock watcher, staying hours after his shift, taking over and instructing employees. And they loved it, looking in his shiny eyes in awe, the way he explained the software abilities (and use, since most were overcomplicated for no reason, this wasn’t a tech company). Women went crazy, men either respected or hated him but still somehow—somehow he had earned everyone's fucking respect. It was to no one’s surprise that the rest of the meeting agreed with him.

‘’I see no problem, we can have Suguru do the layoff.’’ You couldn't pinpoint the voice, fuck this, whiteboarding ideas for a layoff with the rest of HR should've not been like this. Since when were team leaders allowed in these anyway? 

‘’But this isn't even his position.’’ Seriously, why did you have to explain basics within corporate, your colleagues were in the business long enough to know how this works. Plus Suguru...That guy was hesitant when requesting a change in schedule (always did the night shifts) how the hell was he supposed to lay someone off? Suguru's position alongside Satoru was an instantaneous decision your project manager imposed on you last week. It was one thing to have to deal with Satoru, and now this? These two weren't even close friends, what's with the desire to promote him already? 

Satoru had sent in a completely unsolicited recommendation mail to HR highlighting Suguru's highly acclaimed and friendly teamwork, an understanding, empathetic colleague with motivation to learn and assist. You had laughed of course. While Suguru's CV was impressive, nowhere near did he have the experience of others. Others rejected because they weren't friendly enough, words from the project manager. You were perceptive. You knew Satoru must’ve pulled some strings, in no dictionary was Suguru the definition of a leader. 

‘’I think Suguru has been very interactive and assisted the team in the newly sent-in guidelines, we flew him over to Germany for training and the headquarters loved him. I think he's more than capable in doing so.’’ Satoru states. Plain and simple. No malice to you of course, no, he would never. He always thought you were driven by pure professionalism and he loved that. Good for you, anything else would be a distraction. 

‘’I say, we have someone else do this.’’ You insist? Alright, Satoru will have to use tactic number two.

‘’Well I say...’’ He takes a deep breath, he loves this; his time to shine again. ‘’I say we live in a free country, a democratic one, right fellas?’’ He patriotically winks at some middle aged guys, gotta reach the target audience. No one better than the LinkedIn incel brothers across the room. ‘’Therefore why don't you guys decide whether Suguru is suitable for this?’’ He hasn't twisted the knife yet—just stabbed it.

‘’Wouldn't want me to tell him he won't actually do this, would we?’’ His eyes look at you and proceed to scan the rest.

Thirty four minutes later Suguru gets a call. He’s doing his first layoff Monday morning.

—

Satoru’s bunny died. Sudden death, his vet couldn’t find the cause. Usual for rabbits, he said. Apparently it was everyone’s problem in the office. ‘’My condolences, sir.’’ could be heard across the hallways, as if the company hadn’t fired ten people from the project a couple hours ago. 

You find him in the kitchen. You wouldn’t have to visit their floor had they not been out of kitchen paper—someone had to do it.

‘’How are you, pretty?’’ So the death mustn't have fazed him a lot, you take it. You feel uncomfortable, you never give such rights as you turn to face him. 

‘’Please refrain from pet names. My condolences.’’ You half-mock, half-answer seriously, this isn’t the time for chitchat.

It feels like no one actually cares for the project, tasks are assigned to whomever is gullible enough to never say no, people gossip and neglect urgent mails. You are in no position to judge, you feel annoyed however with the amount of stuff you have to carry out, because no one actually works. You hate being this person. Hate thinking of conforming to a bureaucratic machine. But seriously, there is no ounce of professionalism in this place. Satoru is the least of your responsibilities and you want this conversation to end. 

‘’You're coming to the party, right?’’ You scoff. A corporate fucking party. Who the hell enjoys these things anyway? Of course you have to go. If you don’t, you’re going to hear it from the rest of the team, you can’t help but think what’s worse, the aftermath of missing out on it (‘’Oh my God, you should’ve been there, Greg was pissed drunk and projectile vomited all over the bar!’’—their idea of fun) or going and experiencing it live. 

‘’I guess.’’ You might as well go, wouldn’t want the dress you thrifted to go to waste. 

‘’I’ll be seeing you then.’’ He smiles, it’s not genuine. But you also can’t make out what it’s supposed to hide so you decide it’s not something to occupy your thoughts with. 

‘’Sure.’’

—

It’s worse than expected. It’s raining (pouring would be a better description), the dress you chose is long enough to get muddy and the cab driver doesn’t seem to know the meaning of speed limit. By the time you get to the hotel—it was decided that no money should be spent in hiring an event manager, instead wasting it on a rented party hall purely for the satisfaction of the incel brothers—the ends of your dress are stained and you have to lift it and clumsily tug your umbrella to your sides. Not smart, it soaks the dress under your armpits. You’re already pissed and ready to run behind the taxi when the six feet tall and presumably part time model in the entrance asks for your name.

He carefully guides you through the lobby, letting you know that due to an unexpected number (hadn’t they calculated the amount of people? Of course it was the only time you decided to not busy yourself with the party planning) the seating had changed. You honestly can’t bring yourself to care about the seats, all you need is your drink from the designated menu. Chug it down, ask for more (the only positive aspect of a corporate party; drinks on the company’s name) and leave slightly buzzed—just enough to warrant you a good night’s sleep. 

It’s crowded. Too many lights and too much noise. The tables are full, the bar packed and there’s a dance floor with people in a circle. Are they doing karaoke? Jesus fucking Chirst. You are being sat on a half empty table. It’s round and there’s some people you don’t know (go figure, the company employed over ten projects) so you take a seat, looking nowhere in particular. How many hours until you leave? Three. About three. 

‘’Well, well, well..’’ It’s obnoxious and it’s coming from behind you. There they are, he’s wearing a black suit with tie and a white button up and Suguru is there too, similarly dressed. Suguru’s hair is long, you guess he tied it up due to formality. His posture is hunched as he looks at you. Impassively? You don’t know.

‘’Can we sit?’’ Satoru asks, as he already sits down next to you, Suguru to your left. 

‘’There’s a seating system.’’ You’re not even lying, this isn’t your first corporate party.

‘’We know.’’ It’s Suguru this time and his voice is raspy, the tone serious. 

‘’We’re sitting next to you silly!’’ Satoru beams, you notice his eyes glow more than usual, they have definitely been drinking. 

Once the table’s full and you come to face people whose names you don’t even know the first dishes are served. You don’t pay attention to what’s going on around you, the waiter has brought a wine and you are eyeing it up, praying someone makes the move and starts filling up glasses. The china is carefully placed next to you, it reminds you of the cutlery arrangement with napkins your grandma used to do, unnecessary and useless.

‘’What’s with the face, pretty?’’ Satoru asks, you’re too sober for this. You’ll play nice though, you need a glass.

‘’Could you pass the bottle, please?’’ You turn to look at him. It’s Suguru who brings it for you. 

‘’Here, let me.’’ He pours it more than halfway, it’s like it weighs nothing on his wrist as you quickly gulp down a large sip.

They are having a conversation but it’s hard to listen when you’re in the middle, you can’t focus on what either is saying and find it exhausting to turn your head each time one of them speaks. 

‘’I was just saying…she’s too distracted and can’t spell. I can’t keep spell checking her emails. She literally has one job.’’ Satoru sighs, Suguru listens.

‘’Have you tried talking to her about this? Maybe she can try harder, you just have to motivate her. You were the one that helped her the most last week. Do you know what she told me? That she appreciated you for staying after hours and correcting her.’’

‘’We all know she wants to fuck me.’’ Satoru playfully counters.

‘’That’s disgusting.’’ It’s your turn to speak up. Wine may be nice, but the conversation’s once again appalling. You contemplate whether Greg stripping on a bar piss drunk would be a better alternative.

‘’She’s right, Satoru.’’ You turn to look at him. ‘’More wine, perhaps?’’ Who are you to say no?

A glass that turned to two and eventually three has you slouched down, your legs open under the table, you’re feeling dizzy and you already left for the bathroom once in hopes some alcohol could get off your system (Suguru had to show you but then got up to guide you, you felt oddly…light-headed). This doesn’t feel right. No, the room doesn’t spin like in the movies. But yes, your vision blurs your surroundings, people across the table seem to be fading away, there’s noise, so much noise. Hey! Pull yourself together, you’re not passing out. 

‘’I need to go get some water.’’ You announce to no one in particular when you feel a hand on your waist.

‘’I think you need some air. Come on, let’s go outside.’’ It’s Satoru this time and he doesn’t tease. Suguru is there, you think, he still sits, you don’t really pay attention and the feeling of losing control scares you. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You do not need to be making yourself anxious right now, it only worsens the situation.

You have to say something. Say something.

‘’Sure. Let’s go.’’ 

 —

Up. You’re going up.

‘’Hey, why are we–’’

‘’Relax bunny, you’re getting your fresh air, don’t worry.’’

He steps out of the elevator and gives you his hand while you half stumble—he carefully guides you to a singular door. It’s a penthouse suite, you assume as he unlocks the door and you’re met with city lights. An open window, a disgustingly large bed to your right, a kitchen, bar or something of the sort (both) to your left and there must be a jacuzzi outside—you can’t make out the details. Your head hurts, your vision is blurry as you feel a wave of uncertainty.

‘’What are…what are we doing here?’’ You ask him, he can only smile.

‘’We’re getting you some air bunny.’’ Bunny. Why is he calling you that? You hate his pet names. 

‘’Don’t,’’

‘’Come on.’’ He pushes you towards the window as you feel your feet drag you to the view. 

‘’Isn’t it pretty?’’ His voice rings behind you, it’s soft and you’re still dizzy. 

‘’W-water. Do you have water?’’ You ask him, your throat is dry and you can sense his feet shifting. 

‘’Don’t need any. Do you see it?’’ He points across. ‘’I’m planning to move the office. This is where we’ll be working.’’ He shows you past the skyline, the buildings must have more than 30 stories, but counting was never your strong point, especially in the moment.

He’s closer now, his chest touches your back as you feel him on your nape, he peppers kisses down the rigid base of your neck. 

‘’What are you...’’

‘’Bunny,’’ he whispers, ‘’always so cautious, aren’t you? Gonna kiss you a bit and you tell me how it feels, yeah?’’ He coos as he presses another kiss lower. Is it on your jaw? You can’t tell, you feel like you’ll fall backwards but he catches you, strong chest touches your weakened spine as arms wrap around your waist. He’s toying with your dress, tugging it up and down as he continues. It feels good, you feel feather light, a different type of intoxicated, what had they put in this wine? A grunt leaves his lips when you get louder.

Fuck, what about the rest? What is Greg even doing right now? Who is Greg? You can’t think. He stops and you feel empty, your neck burns from the warmth of his mouth. 

‘’Satoru...’’ You breathe out, his arms strongly pinning you on him, you can feel something hard on your back, you shut your eyes. 

‘’More.’’ You hear yourself say. 

‘’Anything for my bunny.’’ 

It’s instantaneous, when you’re laid out on the bedspread, this could probably fit more than five people, and he has your dirty dress removed leaving you with your stained from need panties and no bra. His hair is the only thing discernible in the low lighting, that and his eyes illuminating the outside. His saliva falls down your nipples, on which he sucks interchangeably, hardened from the way he swirls his tongue around and bites, your hands are in his hair as his body parts your legs. You whine and he has to hide a groan, the result of his dick rubbing against the cashmere mattress. 

‘’Satoru-’’ You whisper. 

‘’Let me kiss my bunny, okay?’’ His tongue darts across your belly, and finds your underwear, deftly removed and thrown while he dives straight in, tongue lapping at your lower lips, gliding inside your smeared, sticky cunt and fucking you in and out. His index brought to your clit, swollen while he circles and touches on the nerves and you jolt. 

‘’Mhm bunny’s wet?’’ It clings weird—the name, but with your eyes shut and pussy numb from pleasure there’s not much you can object to. Your thighs spasm, you’re sensitive, too sensitive and feel yourself achingly stimulated. Ache.

‘H-Hurts,’’ you whine, the way he decides to shove a finger in your entrance and fuck into your damp walls, you feel a pain on your clit, when he spits and sucks back on his own saliva, following the combination he has in mind. 

‘’No, it doesn’t.’’ He hums, and continues. You wrap your legs around his now tangled and sweaty hair, driving your cunt down his nose as you grind your hips on his mouth. His tongue stays flat against your drooling mess and one finger turns to two while you feel yourself come undone. Your clit throbs, but pain is nothing to what you’re currently feeling, your head’s about to explode from an ache that pierces your meninges but you cum regardless, yanking his head back then bringing his mouth on your clit as juices soak the bedspread. 

He groans to the sound of your sweet voice but it’s muffled because you use all the strength you have left to keep him on you, wishing to relish the temporary feeling of pure bliss instead of whatever bangs in your forehead. He decides it’s enough. 

‘’Did so well bunny.’’ He too, is a bit out of breath, before he gets up, sporting a tent visible in the dark as he undoes his tie. 

‘’Ready for some more fun?’’ He smiles, it’s not a smile you can decipher, you conclude you can never read him. 

‘’W-what…no, Satoru. Wanna go…’’ You need a painkiller. And your bed. 

‘’Oh baby, the fun’s not over. Not even for you.’’ It’s not bunny, but you don’t notice. 

He is closer now, the tie…where is his tie? Right, he’s using it to wrap it around your eyes, tying it firmly before you can even protest. Dark. It’s dark. Of course it’s fucking dark but you don’t like it. You are already dizzy and mildly intoxicated would be an understatement from the buzz you’re experiencing.

‘’Take it off.’’ You beg. You don’t order, even though it’s not a question. 

‘’What is this?’’ It’s you again and it’s louder this time.

‘’Let me close the door one second, yeah?’’ Your question is completely ignored as you hear a faint clicking sound. Movement, there’s movement and then he’s back on your ear.

‘’Now, are you ready, bunny?’’ You can decipher the smile this time. 

—

‘’Where are-’’

‘’Shh I’m right here.’’ His voice echoes as you feel something stiff against your cooling entrance, the contact is hot and you suddenly want to scream.

‘’Satoru I told you I wanna-’’

‘’Enough, bunny.’’ It’s weird, you can’t pinpoint the sound, it's too dark, so dark that it makes you concentrate more on the pain inside your head, multiplying by the minute as your breath is suddenly knocked out of your chest. 

“Agh! Sato–”

His cock prods at your entrance and you gasp. It’s nothing but a painful stretch and a feeling of fullness. Big. He’s big and you want to shout. 

‘’Shit, that’s right.’’ His arms must be pinned to your sides as he slides his cock deeper, not having moved a lot and then pulls it out. 

‘’Keep steady.’’ He orders and starts thrusting inside you—you feel him deep within.

‘’Satoru…’’ You want to tell him to stop, want to tell him to get off you, but the more he’s stuffing your cunt, the more labored your breathing becomes and you fail to find the words. You think your heart’s beating faster than it should, no, it’s not excitement, no, it’s not how well he buries himself to the hilt, even though he does. It’s fear, it’s pitch black and you can’t even see him—can’t even see his expressions or what’s going on. Absolute darkness that makes your eyes hurt. 

‘’S-stop..’’ You whine as he’s becoming harder, spearing his cock inside, somewhere along the way you feel him hit pleasurable spots, his thumb, fuck, it must be his thumb and it’s on your puffy clit. But it still fucking hurts, you can’t—

‘’That’s it. Such a good bunny.’’ You can swear he’s there, but he’s not where he’s supposed to be. Not where the sound should be coming from, you bring your hands to his arms, strong and fastened on the bed, trying to trace a sign, his face but he pulls away. Soon enough, they’re removed from beside you, pinning your arms closer to your head as a groan slips past his lips. It’s lower, it’s deeper. 

‘’S-sato—agh Satoru!’’ You beg, ‘’wait–what is–”

‘’Sucking him in so well, aren’t you bunny?’’ He’s there. But he’s not inside you. Then who is? What the fuck is going on?

‘’W-what…who is this?’’ You cry out and it’s muffled, a hair strand falls on your chest, Satoru doesn’t have long hair. 

‘’Let me go.’’ He buries himself without mercy in your dampened walls.

‘’Don’t be naughty bunny, Satoru—he might…punish you.’’ It’s Suguru, and his voice is exactly where it’s supposed to be. Above you, the one filling up your cunt while Satoru must be to your left, groaning and moving around. 

‘’Get off me.’’ Stop. Please. You beg, your already shut eyes start spilling water on the mattress while you get louder.

‘’Get off, fuck!’’ But he—no, they don’t stop. Suguru’s on your ear, softly groaning while he pistons his hips forward, his cock as if bigger by the minute, stretches you out and you take it, it’s not a thing you can stop. You can hear the squeaking sounds as well as your own voice in between grunts. 

‘’Satoru shut her up.’’ He sweetly whispers, while he sucks a spot on your neck. 

‘’N-no..stop, get off, Satoru–’’

‘’You’re right, bunny’s getting annoying.’’ 

You’re about to use whatever voice you have left but it’s not fast, a thick cock is shoved down your throat—Suguru never stops his pace. It’s loud. It’s their moans filling the room, fucking you interchangeably, like a disposable fleshlight, and you cry while you feel heat below, where there shouldn’t be. You can’t breathe, the more you cry, the more you worsen the stabs in your head and your throat hurts because Satoru plunges himself deeper towards your palate. 

“Bunny thought–thought you weren’t worth the spot, agh, shit that’s right..” 

“Mhm, yeah?” Suguru slams with vice, while Satoru’s hands are covering your ears in an attempt to suck him in deeper. You must be parallel to the bed frame, it’s the only way Satoru’s still standing with Suguru being coated in your sloppy mess.

“Fuck, keep pushing, makes her tighter.” It’s raspy but you can’t tell who it is. 

It’s a lose-lose situation, when you think about it, but there’s no time when you’re clamping down on Suguru and Satoru viciously drives his cock deeper and deeper, making you slurp and gulp reflexively, as he groans to the gagging sounds. 

Suguru cums first, circling your clit while you try to scream but it reverberates on Satoru, who grunts ecstatic, spit falls down your body—still being filled up by Suguru, who’s determined to get you to cum on his cock, desperately circling around your clit and still hard. You feel yourself tighten and soon enough, you jerk. It’s unpleasant, moaning out like you want this, and you hate it. You hate being there. Being a toy. Being someone they know. You hate yourself for trusting. For giving anyone a chance. You don't stop crying when you cum on Suguru’s cock yet his friend decides to show mercy by simultaneously pulling out.

‘’Stop!’’ You plead but it’s incoherent and confined, your first chance to breathe like a human, while a palm is brought on your mouth. 

‘’But you did so well, just tone it down.’’ Satoru’s out of breath—you can’t distinguish what he’s doing, that’s before Suguru laughs and Satoru’s voice is somewhere above you. Or so you think. 

‘’Shit...might cum. Bunny you’re so hot, you know that?’’

‘’D-don’t–’’ Don’t what. Who knows, no one listens. 

‘’She’s ready, Satoru.’’ Suguru’s voice rings further away, where is he? The tie. The fucking tie. If only they’d just take it off. 

‘’No! Please!’’ 

‘’Gross. Not after your mess. Gotta go easy on her.” 

Satoru’s voice sounds strained, he’s on top as you try to move but it must be Suguru who pins you down this time.

‘’At least let Satoru enjoy this, bunny.’’ He scolds and Satoru groans.

‘’Play with her.’’ He breathes out. Suguru has to be the one on your mouth, kissing you lightly before he bites your jaw, slapping your nipple and leaving wet kisses. And he continues, you feel paralyzed and shutting your eyes helps with nothing at this point. You can still feel the entirety of it. 

You hurt and you beg but neither listens, it must be ages before Satoru finally lets out a louder moan and you feel something sticky coating your chest and falling down your belly button. 

‘’Right there...so pretty. Perfect bunny.’’ Suguru's smiling too, you’ve learnt to discern expressions by the tone—Satoru breathlessly smears liquids around your swollen tits. You shudder.

‘’Look at that, Suguru. Pretty and all ours.’’ He manages after a while while you remain motionless on the bedspread, your chest heaving the only indicator of vitality. 

‘’Clean her up?’’ One of them talks, who it is doesn’t matter anymore; it doesn’t make a difference. 

‘’Later. Want to admire this.’’ Someone smiles. The blindfold’s still on but you can read the tones very well now.

—

On Monday you don’t show up. On Tuesday either. By Wednesday, you gulp down a cocktail of medication and show up wearing a mask, to do paperwork. It’s for you this time and it’s the standardized resignation documents. You need the project manager informed, it's in the company bylaws. There’s not much to explain and there’s not much you’ve told either. Doctor looked down on you while showing up with a bruised throat and neck, your balance hardly restored from the excessive darkness and drugging, it was definitely drugs. How you found your way back home was not something you can vividly remember. 

Knocking on his door and there’s no sound. But then…he’s there. Blue eyes squinting as the documents fall on the ground, an acidic taste envelops your mouth before you try to leave. But he is also there when you stumble. Where did he come from? Suguru smiles as he picks them up, making you stand straight and closing the door behind you. A single hair strand touches your arm and you flinch.

‘’Bunny, what is this?’’ Satoru asks. 

‘’Stop fucking calling me that.’’ Where is the manager? Why the fuck are they there? Police? What would they have done? Console you and pat you on your back, ‘’you knew what you were expecting, leading on guys like that,’’ or some victim blaming mantra. Anyone within the firm? With both being highly acclaimed and connected? Your friends? The guilt was demoralizing enough to not admit this to a relative. Who wouldn’t pity your debauchery? Poor girl got what she should’ve expected.

‘’Don’t tell me you’re resigning, bunny.’’ Satoru frowns, as he stands up. ‘’Didn’t they tell you? I was promoted!’’ Life was never designed fairly. 

You don’t want to see him, thoughts of him falling down the 20-story building, splattered in blood flash before your eyes. You’ve come to regret seeing. 

‘’And if you go? Where to? You know Suguru talked the rest out of it. Unfriendly, neglecting responsibilities, all that. We want you here, we thought you were smart.’’ Satoru scolds, as if you’ve stolen a colleague’s candy bar from the kitchen. 

‘’Bunny, don’t do this. We think you’re our best asset.’’ Suguru’s softer, you want to vomit.

‘’Stop fucking calling me that.’’ You break slowly, your vision darkens, not again, you think. You’re being handed a glass of water, you don’t take it, one would think you know better, but do you really? 

“We like you, bunny.” For the first time, he isn’t lying.

He always wanted a bunny. Ever since the last one died anyway. Satoru liked bunnies. Unpredictable in a way, strong-willed but shy. Problem was, they fell into traps too easily. Always overpowered by someone else, a fox maybe, smarter or just more sly. He could make use of that. 

As for Suguru? He never had a pet. 

[missakward123]

Can I get a kiss? (And can you make it last forever?)

Gojo Satoru x reader, kento nanami x reader, Sukuna x reader

Jjk men reacting to you asking for a kiss when they are inside you/ or eating you out.

Warnings: P in V, no protection (wrap it before you tap it guys), Oral (f recieving), edging, overstim, spitting, degradation kink

A/N: I was bored. Hope you liked it! I literally was just listening to the song when i got inspo!! this has been sitting in my drafts like foreverrrr.

Gojo Satoru:

To be honest with his clingy ass the better question is when he does not want kisses? But the need is even more when he puts his inches inside you watching as you struggle to take him-his sweet girl. But it's you asks first (for once) because you need him in a way if you don't you will die.

"Mmmm h-harder toru' " You moan as you finally adjust to his size.

"Harder? didn't you tell me to go easy this time?" He snickers as he starts thrusting- white hair messy with sweat resting on his forehead and blue eyes focused on you.

You moan in response, c'mon with a dick that big you let him have the last word sometimes.

"F-fvk that your best?" You say biting your lip. Over the years you have known Satoru riling him up is the best way to get what you wanted but in this case? - god you really love digging your own grave don't you?

Satoru narrows his eyes and puts your one leg over his shoulder.

Uh-oh.

There is nothing but the sound of skin slapping against one another, your pussy squelching so obscenely around him.

"Ya hear that doll?" He says whispering in your ear.

"So wet for me huh? it's almost like you wanna milk the life out of me." He says voice low and hoarse, god really has favourites.

As he pounds so filthily, obscenely and shamelessly into you, you can't help but stare at him- the strongest proving himself to you.

"Nggh w-want a kiss toru" You say, more moaning than speaking.

And what his girl wants, she gets.

He bends down to steal your lips in a feverish kiss.

So sweetly, so euphoric, so lovingly.... almost as if he wasn't rearranging your guts.

All you can hope is things last like this forever him being yours and you being his.

You guys should probably go on a date after his shibuya mission.

Kento Nanami:

Oh, he is the kind of guy who is the definition of focused. Before he met you, he was focused on his career (still is- gotta have money to spoil his girl, right?) and making sure he was not a problem to the Neighbours.......

Now, the Neighbours were SICK of you both and Nanami's favorite activity he did after coming home after a longgggg day of tiring work and his sweet wife all dolled up waiting for him.

"K-ken the neighbours are gonna c-complain-" You stutter trying to speak a proper sentence which Nanami makes hard to especially when his head is trapped between your plush thighs and arms holding your hip -he doesn't want you squirming or does he? especially the way he is eating you out? he isn't stopping till you cry (if you are lucky).

"Let them." He says, focused on you, his meal. You look at him- so -so pretty, you think.

"You think I am pretty?" He chuckles, oops did you say that out loud?

Now anyone would blush at the sight- you so shamelessly sprawled for him on the dining table (the very dining table you both entertain guests as they fawn over how lovely and suitable you are for each other), skirt hitched around your hips, mascara smudged- wait, weren't yall supposed to go on a date? -and Nanami still in his suit tie a bit loosened from his hobby he was indulging in at the moment.

You are lost in pleasure, your mind too dumb to think straight.

You grab at his strands as his tongue flicks out to tease your already swollen nub.

"C-can I come? Please please please please-" you say like a mantra feeling your orgasm dawn for the 4th- or was it 5th?

"Hmmm?" He says as if considering it- so mean.

"No let's try something else hmm?" He says smirking- on his knees like he won't do this again- but he will, and you would let him.

"C-can I get a kiss?" You say panting, eyes wide open staring at the love of your life.

"Of course, sweetheart." Nanami says smiling the facade he puts up when doing this cracking up a bit, as he catches your lips in a kiss- you could marry him again.

A bit.

He smacks your ass. "Now, darling you decide- do I let you come while you are on call with the guy who flirted with you earlier or........ I don't let you come at all?"

Uh oh.

Ryomen Sukuna:

Now, Sukuna is a menace, suprise suprise! A bit bratty and forget getting to come this curse man is not resting till you are going limp in his arms.

"Ah! I am s-so-sorry" You stutter trying to get words out of your mouth.

"S-so-sorry" He repeats in a mocking tone- so rude- and he enters into you- again- "What, brat? Can't get the words out?" He says in a concerned tone.

Oh, he is FAR from concerned if anything it's as if he is well intent on breaking you.

"P-please don't tease-" You try to say. Heavy implication on 'try' because as you open your mouths and barely get the words out, he is spitting on your clit drawing harsh circles on your bud.

He laughs as he watches you gasp and moan at his actions. "Knew you were nothing but a slvt- just hungry for some cvck huh? that's why you were being so rude earlier?" He whispers in your ear- words slowing down as his actions speed up- as he increases his thrusts so unforgivingly.

"K-kuna?" You say to him voice whiny and so high pitch- he would probably laugh it he wasn't as pent as you and with the way you were clenching around him....

"W-want a kiss" You ask- no demand lips puckering up and Sukuna chuckles before capturing your lips in a feverish kiss.

And he watches as you smile and moan into his mouth too smitten with you.

It was you after all.

Your breath hitches and fingers dig into his back- a tell-tale sign you were going to come which- "Come for me hmm?" He whispers voice all low and seductive.

And you do.

A/N: Hope you liked it! I am NOT very good at writing it for several characters at once.......but I tried my best- please provide feedback!

I was gonna write for others too but y'know it wasnt coming off nicely these are the only ones which vibed :P

[respectthepetty]

PETTY HI OMG

I wanna ask, what do you mean when a character is a fake *insert colour*? Like you said wandee is a fake blue. What does that mean? And also, according to that logic, he's wearing that blue during that first kiss and I dunno how to feel about that...

@cryingoverweiying, what I mean when I state a character has a "fake color" is that I'm crazy, and I'm quickly losing my mind over fictional characters. But to give you some examples before I get into Wandee's fake blue, I will offer Vegas from KinnPorsche and Jae Young from Semantic Error.

Vegas looks green. He pretends to be a chill dude who is easy going and down-to-earth in front of the main family's bodyguards. Jae Young looks red. He pretends to be an aggressive rascal so he can work Sang Woo's nerves. But we know those are LIES!

Vegas is actually a red devil who has an affinity for torturing people, and Jae Young is really a chill green dude which is why he wasn't showing up for class in the first place. This is why I call their initial colors fake.

I've written a little bit about this in regards to characters changing their colors throughout a series.

So when I write that I believe Dee's blue is a fake color, I mean that I don't think it represents him as a character, and that Dee is pretending to be blue.

Blue Boys are calm, loyal, and passive aka all the things Dee was to Ter for eight years while being in love with him.

But I think Dee was faking it for love. I think the colors are telling us that Dee is actually a Purple Prince who is immature and emotional,

but also encouraging and compassionate.

Because the day after being rejected by Ter and sleeping with Yak, Dee showed up to work in purple.

And he just keeps getting more purple. Purpler? No that's not a word. You understand me though!

But it only happens the more he spends time with Yak.

Since Yak seems to have unleashed Dee's true nature of being childish and arrogant, which are things he never allowed Ter to see.

All these traits would seem negative (emotional, immature, arrogant, childish), but once again, this is only part of who Dee is, and he never actually showed that to the man he was in love with, for eight years! He hid parts of himself behind this fake blue to impress Ter, but with Yak, he can just be himself.

And it's because Yak was his yellow egotistical and energetic self around Dee from the start.

So his openness is contagious.

But this has caused a problem because I don't think Dee is the only one faking a color anymore in this fake relationship.

I wrote before that as much as Yak was picking up Ohm's style to impress Taem, Dee was actually the one to pick out the outfits and the color aligns with Dee's first love.

Brown Boys are wise, stable, and predictable. In fact, they are like the more solid version of Blue Boys.

So it makes sense for a Blue Boy to be with a Brown Boy.

They'd be super stable. They'd be totally truthful. They'd be really reliable. They'd be perfectly predictable. But does that sound like these two?

NO! THEY ARE CHAOTIC LYING TRASH PANDAS!

So I am praying that we see these two not only embrace their true colors once again like Vegas and Jae Young, but for them to embrace the other's color as well, and the only way to do that is through a good old fashion color exchange.

I don't want to see Yak in this fake ass blue or Dee in this light yellow or brown.

I want Yak in purple and Dee in bright yellow because even though I already know it's love since the pink keeps showing up,

I need the colors to tell me there's nothing fake about them or the love they have for each other.

*fingers crossed*

[em-harlsnow]

so, i’m guessing mickey spent a lot of time in the head master’s office when he was young. im pretty sure everyone in the show went to the same school, aside from Liam, so we can assume it’s the same headmaster that Carl got sent to a lot.

now, let’s say franny goes to that school as well. she’s a good kid, so it’s not like she gets in trouble a lot. but she’s been taught by all her family that if someone starts something, you finish it.

so that’s what she does.

she ends up in the office. the head master comes in and tells her he’s calling her mother, and franny’s not worried about that. debbie will defend her tooth and nail. when debbie doesn’t answer the phone (she’s not a bad mother, she’s just at work and turned her phone off) they call the next names down the line, which is ian (debbie says ian is her fave).

so the headmaster is making some comments about the other gallaghers he’s had to deal with. mentioning carl and his ways, and lip and his. he says he’s glad it’s ian coming, because he was the least trouble.

however, both ian and mickey come.

ian knocks on the door.

“come in.” headmaster says.

ian smiles tightly and enters, mickey following behind. they both take inventory of a room they haven’t stepped foot in in a decade, marvelling at how unchanged it is.

the headmaster glances up and honestly? he’ll never forget those knuckle tats. they tortured him for the entire time mickey was in school, because they were strictly against school rules.

mickey smirks when headmaster’s face pales.

“i see you’ve brought company, Mr Gallagher.” he says.

“yeah, sir… hope that’s okay.” he smiles again, never falling out of the pattern of calling this guy ‘sir’.

mickey snorts at him, but takes the seat beside ian, opposite headmaster’s desk. “you’re such a fucking goody-goody.” he mutters, and ian smacks his thigh with a shush.

“i didn’t do anything! he started it!” franny shouts, getting the first word in.

“i’m not entirely surprised to see another gallagher in my office. but it makes even more sense now, Mr Milkovich.” Mickey smiles at him mockingly. “who are you in relation to Franny?” he asks.

“he’s her uncle.”

“right. what is it with you gallaghers and milkoviches intermingling? i had to deal with your sister-“ he points at mickey, “- and your brother-“ he points at ian, “for far too long.”

“good genes.” mickey replies.

“oh, i’m sure.” the principle snarks. “so, we understand the other boy started it. that’s not the problem. the problem is that franny broke his nose.”

mickey barks a laugh, and ian shushes him again even if hes barely containing his own smile.

“i’m glad you’re taking this as seriously as we are.” principle huffs.

“sorry - we’re taking this very seriously. what’s the solution here?” ian asks.

“the boy’s family just want an apology. an easy way out, really.”

franny makes a noise of protest and mickey’s eyebrows shoot up. “a fucking apology? the kid’s clearly an asshole, maybe a little bone breaks from a girl would be good for him.”

“please contain your language, Mr Milkovich. and no, we don’t tolerate violence of any kind here. so franny will have to apologise.” the principle roles his eyes.

“that’s totally fine, excuse my husband.” mickey rolls his eyes and ian’s placating. “franny will apologise.”

although she huffs, she nods as well.

they’re about to get up and leave, taking franny with them, when the principle speaks again.

“if you don’t mind me asking, Mr Milkovich, how long were you in prison for? you see, me and some… fellow colleagues had a little betting pool going.”

Mickey rolls his eyes, and ian laughs.

“you made bets on whether he’d go to prison?”

“not so much on whether he would go, more on how long he’d stay there.” the headmaster corrects, which makes ian laugh.

“you’re such a problem student.” ian tells him, and mickey scoffs.

“like… two years? three maybe? he did escape at one point, not sure how that factors in.” ian tells him, because mickey is busy rolling his eyes.

“i did hear about that. impressive, i must say. i don’t think anyone will win any money on that, most people bet from ten years to life.” the headmaster tells him.

“yeah, well. one, fuck you. two, glad i surpassed your expectations, Principle Twat.” mickey huffs sarcastically, getting up and going.

“i see that nickname is never going.” the principle mutters as the two most insane families he’s had the displeasure of meeting leave the office.

god, he hopes franny won’t be trouble.