#I can’t stop thinking abt that stream😭

[panxramic]

That’s HIS Missa hope you guys know that I don’t know if you didn’t catch it but he’s /his/ like the man with the purple hood and skeletal face? yeah? that guy? yeah! he’s q!Phil’s idk if you knew but it’s been said and it’s in writing q!Missa is his and only his don’t forget it! Tattoo it into your eyelids, the crow has a precious gem and damn anybody who tries to take him away.

[archangeldyke-all]

could you possibly write something abt sevika’s gf falling asleep on her for the first time?? towards the more early stages of their relationship sevika is still lowkey insecure and unsure of how to be a good partner for her gf bc with her job she knows the harm and violence her hands are capable of.

so the first time sevs gf falls asleep on her she’s rlly tense at first bc she can’t believe she feels that comfortable with her and trusts her that much 😭, but eventually she’ll relax and wrap her arms around her

aweee my sweet baby sev

men and minors dni

you trust sevika with your life, how could you not? she's the most powerful woman in zaun, and you've got her wrapped around your finger. you never feel as safe as you do when she's got her arm wrapped around you or her hand tucked in your back pocket.

so it's only natural that one late night, as you're curled up against sevika's side watching her play cards, you slowly start to drift off against her with your head against her shoulder and your nose breathing in her scent.

at first sevika thinks you're just resting your head. but when she asks you a question and doesn't get a response, she looks over at you and her heart stops when she sees you're fast asleep against her.

sevika loses all sense of where she is. one of her opponents calls out for her, tells her that it's her turn, but she doesn't hear them. she's just locked in on you're sleeping face, her throat getting tight, her vision getting watery.

when someone yells to get her attention and you twitch, she snaps her head up to glare at them.

"all of you fuck off." she growls out. the men don't question her, quickly scattering away from the table at the murderous look in her eyes. when they're gone, sevika returns to studying you.

how could you be sleeping?

sure, it's late at night, and you've been sipping on a steady stream of whiskey, but it's the last drop, it's zaun, for fuck's sake, it's her!

don't you know how dangerous she is? don't you know how many people she's killed? and you're just letting your guard completely down against her?

she's a little angry for a second, wondering what the fuck is wrong with you, wanting to shake you awake and give you a lecture on safety and awareness.

but then your brow furrows and you shift in your sleep, letting out a puff of breath against her skin and nuzzling against her, and she melts.

gently, slowly, she reaches up to wrap an arm around you, adjusting you so you're in a more comfortable position, settling against you, pressing a kiss to your head. she watches in shock and admiration as you smile in your sleep and mumble out a happy little 'sev' against her.

years later, looking back on it, sevika can pinpoint that moment as the moment she fell in love with you.

it was then that she realized that you saw her. you saw sevika, not just the woman that keeps the lanes in check, not just silco's number 2, but sevika. the person beneath it all.

you love her and her violent tendancies just as much as you love her strange cravings for pickled vegetables in the middle of the night. you know she's just as soft as she is strong, but only when she's around people she can trust. you hold her mech hand the same way you hold her flesh one, with love and care and reverence, completely uncaring of the fact that it houses a blade and has killed many before.

when you wake up hours later, it's to an empty bar and sevika still staring down at you. you blink up at her.

"'m sorry, didn't mean to fall asleep, 'y just make me feel so safe 'n cozy." you mumble against her as you rub the sleep from you eyes.

sevika's gets choked up, and with her words unavailable, she shows you her love in a different way, swooping down to kiss you until you're flat against the booth and she's laying on top of you.

when she pulls away from a breath, you're grinning.

"woah. that's a hell of a way to wake up." you giggle. sevika grins.

"i think you're the cutest fucking thing i've ever seen." she whispers. "i'd do anything for you, y'know." she says. you smile and give her nose a quick smooch.

"i know." you say with a smile. "i feel the same."

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[ticklish-n-stuff]

OKAY SO ANOTHER REQ

Can be tickles or non tickles it’s up to you!!

I’m going to torment ur fav real quick ❤️

I would like to humbly order a fic of Mikey dreaming abt the events that happened in ep 10 and waking up terrified that Draken really left him (if you catch my drift)

And and and- usage of the bestest trope of character A rushing to Character B’s house to make sure they’re okay and just collapsing in their arms with a teary/sobbing “oh thank god…” whenever they answer the door

I am requesting the most immaculate comfort from Draken . 

Your local angst queen, signing off.

Ffs stop bottling up your emotions

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME by writing Mikey angst 🥲

I don't think angst is my thing but I tried 😭

I hope you likey :3

I'm gonna go bawl my eyes out after writing this

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Mikey x Draken (interpret as you wish)

Lee: Mikey

Ler: Draken

Warnings: Tickles! Angst! Panic attack! Cursing! Spoilers for ep 10!

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wake up… Wake up!

Mikey let out a strangled gasp, his body sitting upright, drenched in cold sweat. Or was it warm? His ears were ringing. Why can’t he feel his fingers or toes? Oh right, Draken… That awful nightmare where the worst came to fruition. But Draken is still with us, so why… Why is his chest so tight? Is there something blocking his airway? He can’t swallow for the life of him. Just make it stop!...

A moment of silence fell as his brain stopped spinning around. Why is he thinking about that of all things? Draken is probably snoring like a caveman at the long hours of 3:21 am… Maybe he should call and check just in case.

Over at Draken’s room, he felt his phone buzzing, causing him to stir up. Looking at the caller ID that read ‘Mikey’

“Tch, this better be good” with a tired grumble, he answered the call. “What is it”?

“I had a nightmare where you were gone and woke up having a panic attack so I thought I’d call to hear your voice”.

The sudden word vomit caused an eerie silence. If Draken wasn’t awake before, he definitely was now. His brain trying to catch up to process what the fuck was that. Before he could even say anything, Mikey beat him to it, “Anyways bye!”.

Anxious jitters making him hang up, just like that…

“Did this brat really just…” Draken’s face darkened as he practically growled in anger.

“If this prick thinks he can pull a stunt like that on me, he’s got another thing coming” he quickly grabbed a jacket and his keys, zooming over to Mikey’s place.

Once he got there, Draken banged on the door with zero hesitation. “Open up, I know you’re awake”.

It didn’t take long for the door to open, although Mikey didn’t dare look at him.

“What’s up?” He tried seeming nonchalant, which only made Draken scowl.

“Look at me, you asshole”

When he got no response, he took it upon himself to spin Toman's leader around. Shock falling upon Draken’s face when he saw the tears streaming down Mikey’s cheeks.

“Mikey… you’re crying” any anger he had started to disappear, replaced with pure concern.

“Huh?” the short male reached out, feeling the teary streak down his face “Oh, I guess I am”.

“The fuck you guess?! Talk to me, or I’ll beat you up”

That caused Mikey to let out a dry chuckle, but seeing how serious Draken was, he let out a sigh.

“It was just a silly dream, don’t get your boxers in a twist now”

Oh that really was the last straw. Draken picked him up by the collar, his eyes alone showed how upset he was.

“You don’t just call someone in the middle of the night, having a fucking panic attack, and then brush it off as nothing! The hell is wrong with you, Manjiro?!”

Mikey flinched at the rare use of his first name, his own frustration starting to seep out.

“What do you want me to say? That I’m so fucking afraid of losing my best friend for good? That I’ve been crying myself to sleep every night ever since that incident, dreaming of the worst to come? Is that what you want? For me to say that I can barely face you without my stomach twisting into a knot?! That as Toman’s leader I had to act fine for the sake of everyone else?!” hot tears streamed down Mikey’s cheeks, his words leaving Draken speechless. Had he really been suffering in silence this whole time..?

“Mikey… I had no idea” he loosened his grip, putting the leader back down.

“Well now you do” Mikey replied dryly, wiping off any stray tears.

Suddenly, he felt a pair of strong arms pull him into Draken’s chest.

“Huh…?” Mikey stood dumbfounded. Usually their form of affection was beating the snot out of each other and arguing over the dumbest stuff. A hug of all things felt foreign yet nice…

“I’m so sorry…”

That’s when the dam broke, all those pent up sobs finally came pouring out. Mikey buried his face into Draken’s chest, as the latter rubbed his back soothingly, whispering soft words of reassurance.

“I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. You’re safe now”

Seeing his best friend so broken made his heart ache. Despite not having much experience with calming others, it seemed that his words and touches were working as Mikey’s breath became regulated.

“I think I’m better now…” he muttered out softly, feeling embarrassed over that whole display of emotion and affection. Hopefully Draken would leave now and they could forget about this—

“Bullshit” Draken spoke sharply, making Mikey snap his head at him.

“That part may be over, but now it’s time to make you less mopey and show you that you couldn’t get rid of me even if you tried”

A slight smile tugged at Mikey’s lips before trying to hide it away.

“I saw that little smile” Draken smirked at him. “I’m not leaving ‘till I see a full-blown one though” Uh oh, there was an evil twinkle in his eyes.

Not long after, Draken picked up Mikey with ease. Launching him onto his bed. The latter tried escaping, turning on his belly and crawling away, but it was futile as Draken straddled his waist.

“Wahait, Kenny…!” The shorter male whined of all things, feeling strong fingers trace along his back.

“Pff, did you just whine? You’re so adorable pathetic sometimes” the vice captain mused out loud, watching as Mikey’s ears turned a nice crimson red. “Look, you aren’t even trying to fight back~” he cooed into the flushed ear, earning a squeak. Draken snickered at his best friend’s antics, his fingers starting to travel towards the back of Mikey’s ribs.

This earned all kinds of snorts of laughter “Nahahat thehehere! It’s so bahahad!” Mikey could barely get a word out without dissolving into a fit of giggles. It was always so precious seeing his usual tough friend look so soft and vulnerable. As much as Mikey would try to hide it, Draken loved that side of him.

“Oh yehehes there!” the vice captain said mockingly, pressing between the bones, pinching at them, watching Mikey’s shoulders shake with glee.

“Kehehenny, stahahap— EEE WAHAHAIT!!!” Mikey went ballistic as Draken suddenly went for the kill, his hands latching onto Mikey’s waist. Thumbs drilling against the hip bone and squeezing the area with vigor.

“Wait? Wait for what? Tickling waits for no man!” He laughed along with him, tormenting the sensitive hips.

“BWAHAHAHA! OKAHAHAY! STAHAHAHAP!” Mikey flailed around like a car dealer balloon. Limbs going anywhere and everywhere with zero sense of direction. His mind clouded, only thinking of the overwhelming ticklish feel.

“Hmm… I dunno… Lemme check” with that, Draken flipped him over, getting better access to his face. It was bright red, eyes pricked with happy tears, and most importantly, Mikey’s classic child-like smile. “Should I? You seem to be having a lot of fun~” he teased, trailing his fingers along Mikey’s tummy now.

Toman’s leader gave off an exasperated look. He couldn’t fight off that giddy smile even if he wanted to, maybe this wasn’t so bad.

“Fine, maybe a bit longer” he spoke sheepishly. And just like that, happy giggles and squeals filled up the once dull room. Hopefully the rest of the Sano household doesn’t get woken up…

Later on, when Mikey’s mind would wander back to that terrible thought, he’d always have a hand by his side to reassure him.

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[danielfuckingricciardo]

23 and Alex or Danny?? Whoever u want, I just love you and ur writing sooo much 💙💙

Bestie stop I’ll cry you’re too kind 😭😭😭

Song 23 - I Never Told You What I Do For A Living // My Chemical Romance

As soon as I saw what song it was I knew what I had to do and I honestly can’t do this to Alex he’s too babey too precious cinnamon roll to be all 2016 abt it. So instead Daniel gets a fic that I’ve been thinking abt for a while and that fits the song perfectly. Also this is great cos I know ur just as emo as I am lol

Trigger warnings - graphic descriptions of murder and blood.

You looked up at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, your knuckles white beneath the drying blood stains you grip onto the edge of the sink for dear life.

‘Fuck. What have I done?’ You thought to yourself.

The moment went by in a blur. You had watched him enter his driver’s room, your mind and heart racing as you thought about exactly what you wanted to do.

You had the knife - the means to do it. All you had to do was follow him, and not make a sound.

Before he could even say anything, you plunged the knife into his chest. The wet squelch it made as it sliced into his flesh played on repeat in your ears like tinnitus. You couldn’t escape that noise.

He hit the ground, but the animal within you had taken over. Your mind was blank as you continued to plunge the knife in and out of him as the blood pooled beneath his dying body. His eyes were glassy, and a single drop of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth as you watched the life drain out of him.

His life… that you had taken.

You weren’t sure how many times you had stabbed him. It all felt like a dream, or a nightmare, the details were hazy.

All you knew, was that you had done it. You had killed Sergio Perez.

In the moment, it seemed like the right thing to do. The good thing to do. You were clean, you had thought, because you didn’t do it for yourself. It wasn’t for a selfish reason.

You did it for Daniel.

You snap your head up to look at yourself in the bathroom mirror, but you didn’t see yourself anymore. The person you were before you had taken a man’s life, they were dead too. They died alongside Checo. You were all that was left. The part of you that could commit such a barbaric act.

Splatters of blood adorned your face, drying and flaking and mixing with the endless stream of tears that ran from your waterlines.

You reach a shaky hand up to your cheek and smear a droplet with your fingertips, his blood and your tears mixing into some kind of unholy elixir of death.

The front door opens, and you gasp. You didn’t want him to see you like this. You didn’t want him to know.

“(Y/N)? Where are you?” Daniel calls out, but you don’t reply.

Doors open and close, before you hear footsteps, followed by the creak of the bathroom door as it slowly swings open to reveal your bloodied and bedraggled form.

“(Y/N)? What happened?” Daniel asks. He doesn’t move. He keeps his distance. He sees your face in the bathroom mirror, and you see his, and his face drops.

“Wha-what did you do?” He asks, his breathing shaky as his brown eyes fill with tears.

“I did it for you.” You manage to speak, your grip on the sink becoming tighter as you fight to keep control, strong enough to almost rip the fixtures out of the wall.

“What did you do? (Y/N), please. Talk to me. You’re freaking me out here,” Daniel says, the panic evident in his voice.

“I don’t really remember. I-I- I followed him inside and… I had a knife and…” you try to speak, but you choke up. You didn’t want Daniel to know exactly what you were capable of. You didn’t want to scare him.

“What did you do, (Y/N),” Daniel says forcefully, and it hurt. Hearing the man you loved so much, so deeply, speak to you in such a way. It caused you more pain than anything else you had done that day.

“I killed him. I killed Checo,” You say, letting out a shaky breath, “but I did it- I did it for you!”

You turn to face him, your eyes making contact with his, and you take a step towards him.

Daniel takes a step back, and with that step, he breaks your heart.

“I would never, never hurt you,” you say, and Daniel takes another step away.

“Please Daniel, don’t do this to me, please!” You beg.

You fall to your knees before him, gazing up at him and begging for forgiveness with a face he had loved. A face that was covered in an innocent man’s blood.

“I would never want you to do this. I would never ask- Fuck!” Daniel exclaims, banging his fist on the bathroom door in anger, hard enough to splinter the wood.

You don’t react. There’s nothing left within you now. No emotions, no feelings. You were completely numb.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, “I love you.”

“And I loved you! Fuck!” Daniel shouts as he turns away from you, covering his face with his hands in despair.

‘He can’t even bare to look at me. What have I done?’ You think to yourself.

Daniel walks away from you, and you let him. Whatever he was going to do, you weren’t going to stop him.

You had given him a gift, and whether he chose to accept it or not was up to him to decide.

It was only as you saw the blue flashing lights outside of the window, and heard the sirens blaring below that you knew he had made his choice.

They cuffed you, and held you tightly as they marched you out of the apartment. Your tears running hot and fast down your cheeks.

You take a final glance in Daniel’s direction as they take you away, and you know for certain that he had rejected your gift.

You always felt that you loved Daniel more than he loved you. He said he would do anything for you, anything at all, but now you know he didn’t mean it. But you did. You loved him so much, you would kill for him.

[grace122]

i cant stop thinking abt sapnap getting you a vibrating dildo for Christmas and he forgot about it and during the stream before you were even able to rip the paper he fully yells and takes the box from you while saying “baby you can’t open this one yet” while smirking knowing damn well he would use it in you later tonight making you all sensitive

PLEASE THAT WOULD BE SO FUNNY THOUGH WATCHING THEM SCRAMBLES TO GRAB THE BOX FROM YOU WHILE SAPNAP YELLS “WAIT WAIT WAIT” 😭

[melis-writes]

we need a continuation to the afermath of Victoria finding out about Apollonia's pregnancy. She gets really sad and heartbroken after what Michael told her, with the postpartum homones only spiking it. She's falling asleep in the twins nursery and barely eating anything. After being questioned abt it, she lets it all out in a heartfelt conversation with her mother-in-law, that is heard by Michael.

"I love him so much...and it hurts, Mama. Why did he need to keep that from me? What if I had gotten married and pregnant before and kept it from him?"

"Maybe I feel jealous that she was his first love. She knew a Michael that I'll never know"

Oh my God, this prompt!! 😭💔 And we already know it’s canon too based on what happened in the main chapters of the fic. Honestly, my heart feels for Victoria. Michael needs to be more honest and transparent with her, all she wants to do is know her husband better, have him open up to her, etc. 🥺 She’s very understanding, but in this prompt/scenario, Michael definitely isn’t… Maybe a part 3 with Carmela confronting her son about breaking her daughter-in-law’s heart soon…?! 👀

“You know how serious it would be if it impacted Miss Ferrari, you know that, right? She doesn’t know you’re a widower.”

Words of what would otherwise be wisdom from Vito to his youngest son Michael on the day you were engagement to him had Michael actually listened to prevent the endless tears streaming down your face right this moment.

“And she doesn’t have to know.” 

You slam the door shut to the bathroom down the hallway of the second floor just outside you and Michael’s bedroom—making sure the door is locked behind you.

Hiccupping through your sobs, you’re quick to lean over the sink—feeling the weakness in your knees growing as you turn on the tap for cold water at full blast, mostly to muffle out your crying to anyone who may be in the hallway.

“Be honest and transparent with the woman of your life, Michael.”

You swallow down the lump in your throat, taking shaky breaths and attempting to calm yourself down as you begin to splash ice cold water over your splotchy, reddened face.

“She doesn’t deserve to be caught up in the strings of the past, if there are any. How do you feel about her?”

‘Apollonia Corleone. Before me, it wasn’t even her. It was Kay, and then it was her, wasn’t it?’ Just the mere thought of Apollonia carrying Michael’s last name sends sparks of jealousy through you—a jealousy that you think you shouldn’t be experiencing and one that makes you feel inadequate and even worse.

“I am being honest and forthcoming with you Victoria, just like I promised.”

‘Why does he lie to me?’ You hiccup again, this time clasping a hand over your mouth as you can’t stop yourself from sobbing even harder than you were  before. ‘Why? I would never lie to him about anything—big or small. Never. Why does he keep things from me?’

“If I don’t tell you every miniscule piece of irrelevant information regarding anything, then I’m a ‘liar’, then I ‘keep things away from you’, right?”

‘I don’t know who Michael Corleone was before he met me.’ You force yourself to wash off your face quickly, no longer completely aware if what’s dripping down your face and cheeks is the water from the sink or your own tears anymore. ‘I can never know. That man is gone, I know, but I just wish… I wish I could reach out to him just a little bit—I wish I could understand what’s gone.’

You take deep breaths, attempting to calm yourself down as you close your eyes. You continue to let the cold water wash over you, relieving how hot your face has gotten from sobbing until you no longer feel tears escaping your eyes.

‘First it was a marriage kept from me—one I still can’t understand why I wasn’t told. Everyone else knew, but not me?’ You know when it comes to anything with Michael, the heartache inside of you will haunt you like none other unless you find closure, comfort or reassurance—something you know you’re not going to get out of Michael now.

‘Would he have ever told me if I didn’t find those photographs?’ You turn off the tap, staring at your wet face in the mirror; you appear distraught, heartbroken, but at least not as if you’ve been crying your eyes out anymore.  ‘Would I ever have a chance to know one way or another?’

You clear your throat, leaning your head down towards the sink and practice taking in deep breaths again until you no longer feel your throat tightening or hear any shaky breaths.

‘I don’t understand. Why keep it from me? That’s why I’m upset—because I’ve been lied to when I know I would never do the same. If he had just told me before…’ Feeling yourself grow steady and calm, you back away from the sink and gently wipe off your face with the nearby towel, at least looking semi-presentable and feeling alright enough to step out of the bathroom.

‘I would have understood. I would have felt horrible Michael went through something like that.’ You run your hands through your hair, smoothening out any stray or frizzy strands before gazing at yourself glumly in the mirror. ‘If he just told me, I would be able to understand everything he went through… I would never judge Michael. I love him too much—so much.’

You close your eyes once again, listening intently to make out any sounds or footsteps in the hallway but hear nothing.

‘I wish you wouldn’t lie to me so much, Michael.’ All you want to do when you open your eyes again is feel Michael’s warm and loving embrace come up from behind you—give you a kiss on the cheek, apologize and hold you in his arms. ‘I wish you wouldn’t keep things from me.’

But when you open your eyes, he’s not there. You’re alone in the bathroom and the only sound you can faintly hear is a pair of footsteps already long gone down the spiral staircase.

‘I wish I didn’t have to find out everything in the form of literal blackmail.’ Pulling yourself together amidst the intense postpartum hormones only spiking up how emotional you’ve been since you gave birth to the twins, you glance at your watch to read the time; 7:12 PM.

‘Why does it hurt?’ You sniffle, forcing back any further tears as you unlock the bathroom door and take a step out into the hallway. ‘My heart hurts so much.’

As you walk closer towards the staircase, you can’t make out any sound of Michael but know at this hour you’d usually be spending dinner at the family estate altogether—something you know you won’t be attending tonight, not like this.

‘I just want to be alone right now with my babies…’ You move towards the nursery, knowing the nanny, Esther, was just here shortly before you had your fight with Michael putting the twins to sleep.

Judging on the fact you can’t hear the twins and that Esther isn’t in the nursery anymore, you already know the babies are fast asleep.

‘My babies.’ You feel your heart swell up in your chest as you push open the nursery door, seeing Niccolo and Verona across from each other in separate cribs, sleeping soundly. ‘My little babies.’

‘Mama’s going to stay with you two for a little while longer…’ Unbeknownst to you, you’ve kept the nursery door ajar as you take a seat on the beige, velvet chaise lounge in the corner of the room. ‘And if you awake, I’ll still be here.’

It’s where you’ve always comfortably sat and laid down on when the twins crawled around on the carpet to play with their toys or when you had back pain while breastfeeding—now practically serving as a place you can watch over the twins while you take some time to yourself.

‘I don’t want to be near or with anyone else, just my babies…’ You grab the neatly folded blanket off the chaise lounge and unravel it, snuggling it over yourself as you curl up on your seat.

With your head already pounding from sobbing, your eyes weak and little to no energy left inside of you or your voice from fighting with Michael, you give into the sense of restlessness that washes over you.

You let your eyes shut and your breathing grow soft, just wishing to rest and sleep for a while to block out the rest of the world around you and relax.

You don’t want to think about Michael, you don’t want to remember anything consisting of your fight—all you want to do is feel at peace near the twins for a little while longer even if your heart still aches like none other.

As you drift asleep, gaining a momentary peace of mind in the nursery, thirty minutes pass before Michael steps out of his office.

Straightening out his tie and knowing dinner will be served within the hour, Michael makes his way out to the living room—expecting to see you there or at least near the kitchen only to find a rather empty house.

Raising his brow, Michael neither hears any sound of you upstairs or downstairs, and the front door still locked signalling you haven’t left the house for dinner yet either.

Michael walks up the staircase—his curiosity beginning to grow at your whereabouts but at the same time he too knows with no apologies said or truly an ‘end’ to the fight you two had where you rushed off in tears, Michael doesn’t expect you to be too forgiving or approachable.

Instead when Michael gets upstairs, he also finds the bedroom empty. Just as he’s about to go towards the study, Michael stops when he notices the nursery door is ajar rather than fully open as it should be.

With the evening setting in, the nursery’s grown dark and from where Michael can stand, he can make out the sky from the window with the lights turned off—telling him that the twins are both asleep and someone else is inside too.

Taking a peek in, Michael notices you asleep on the chaise lounge inbetween both Niccolo and Verona’s cribs.

You sleep just as soundly as the twins do, utterly exhausted from not just the emotional toll your fight with Michael took out on you, but also your continuing recovery from birth and having to raise two newborn babies with a major lifestyle change.

Michael glances at the twins, hearing them and you breathing softy in sleep as he comes to quietly approach you.

Michael can hardly make out much of your figure from the chaise lounge being in what would be the darkest corner of the room at night, but stops right before you to lean down and tuck the blanket over your shoulders as you sleep on your side.

The rotating security light on the compound grounds spins to momentarily flash some light inside the nursery as the curtains aren’t pulled back.

Your face is illuminated to Michael for just a second, but enough to show you’ve been crying up until you came to nap up here—something Michael knows you don’t regularly do at all unless you’re utterly exhausted.

For a minute there as the light continues rotating and reflecting through, Michael admires his wife, still feeling nothing but absolute love and respect to you even if they were the last things he showed to you during your fight earlier.

Michael lets out a soft sigh, making sure the blanket covers you fully and keeps you warm.

He then turns the night light on by the twins’ dresser before pulling back the curtains—making sure to do everything quietly as not to wake or stir the three of you from sleep.

The twins don’t awaken and neither do you as Michael makes his way out now to get to the family estate—having not bothered to wake you to accompany him to dinner with the family.

“Hi, honey.” Mama Corleone’s voice chimes out as she notices Michael walking towards the dining room in the central family estate. “Dinner’s just about ready. Victoria must be starving.”

“Victoria?” Michael raises a brow, stopping by the kitchen.

“Mhmm.” Carmela lets out a sigh, “she didn’t eat a thing during lunch—I still have her full plate right here. I’m hoping she has more of an appetite tonight, right, Victoria?”

Carmela moves back to look outside the kitchen, expecting you to be by Michael’s side which only confuses her further to see just her son there with nobody else. “Oh. Where is she?”

“She’s with the twins.” Michael replies plainly, “she won’t be here for dinner.”

“She’s still not hungry? Maybe little Niccolo and Verona are really keeping her up these days.” Carmela frowns. “Connie tells me she hasn’t eaten all day—” but before Carmela can even finish her sentence, Michael’s gone into the dining room already.

Michael doesn’t want to give away in any shape or form that the two of you have fought—to him it’s between the two of you alone and the last thing he needs is his own mother questioning your absence by his side and Michael’s lack of answers.

In truth, Michael still has nothing to say to you, but he doesn’t know what you’ll have to say to him when you awaken.

“She’s in the nursery room with the twins,” from Michael is repeated once more at the dining table as dinner is served, and no further questions are asked about your absence.

Connie and Sandra remain especially quiet, knowing the true reason behind why you’re not at the dining table with everyone else, but the looks on their faces give it away to both Michael who knows the obvious, but also Mama Corleone.

After dinner with the family, Mama Corleone cleans up with Sandra, Connie and Theresa as usual, making normal conversation as always.

Mama Corleone hides her concern, noticing Michael’s the first to leave as he promptly makes his way to the courtyard of his and your estate to relax.

Once the kitchen and dining room are spotless and the chores for tonight are finished marking two hours past, Carmela no longer accepts the excuse that you’re “just in the nursery” and enters your estate.

Just as Mama Corleone expected it to be, the first floor of your estate is completely empty and left to the darkness of the night setting in.

As Carmela glances up to the top of the spiral staircase, she makes out a faint glowing light that comes only from the nursery—where she’s headed next.

Carmela’s aware Michael’s out in the courtyard smoking by himself now after dinner while you’re upstairs and alone with the twins.

Just as Mama Corleone reaches the door of the nursery, she hears the faint sounds of Verona and Niccolo cooing happily inside.

Carmela slowly pushes the door of the nursery open as not to barge in and surprise you, and finds you sitting at the very edge of the chaise lounge with a plush carpet set out for the babies who crawl on it under your supervision with their toys.

“Victoria.” Mama Corleone can’t help but smile at the sight of you spending time with the little babies. “There you are.”

“Hi, mama.” You speak softly, your voice feeling a little hoarse and weak. “How’d you know I was up here?”

“How did I know?” Carmela repeats, shaking her head as she closes the nursery door shut behind her. “More like—how did any of us know? Michael told me, but I would have expected it myself since you missed dinner.”

“Michael told you?” You murmur as if it stings to say his name.

“Mhmm.” Carmela notices the look of sadness crossing your face as she approaches the window just above the twins’ dresser—pulling back the curtains a bit and opening up the window for some fresh air.

“Honey,” Carmela sighs, facing you. “You hadn’t eaten a thing at lunch and you missed dinner. All I could think about was coming up to see you here as soon as I could.”

Even though the nursery looks down directly at the courtyard, it’s unbeknownst to you and Mama Corleone that Michael can hear your conversation with her very clearly.

“I’m not hungry, mama.” You admit, your voice cracking. “I’m just not. I have no appetite.”

“But you can’t tell me it’s because of these two.” Carmela gestures to the twins, sitting across from them on the carpet, cross-legged. “I know it’s something else that’s bothering you. Sandra and Connie had that guilty look on their faces but they’re not up here with you now.”

“It really has nothing to do with them,” you sniffle, raking a hand through your hair. “It would make no sense for them to get involved, mama.”

“So something did happen.” Carmela points out. “It’s very unlike you to miss dinner, let alone being holed up in here—with or without the twins. I know something’s upset you, Victoria. I can see it all over your face, darling.”

“I don’t know how to explain it.” You swallow hard. “Something happened then, something happened now. I’m upset over something that happened over three years ago that shouldn’t make me react like this—it shouldn’t hurt me, but it does. I hate myself for it—I don’t want to be this way, but I don’t want to be a burden for everyone looking at my face and thinking ‘something’s wrong with Victoria’ when we should all be enjoying dinner instead.”

“While you fall asleep alone in the nursery and eat nothing?” Carmela frowns. “It doesn’t matter to me what’s upset you or how long ago it happened—if it hurts, it hurts. You obviously didn’t want Sandra or Connie’s presence, so I can only imagine what’s been bothering you like this. Please, talk to me, honey. I want to help you.”

You gaze up at your mother-in-law for a moment, taking a deep breath before your expression twists and the tears start flowing all over again. “It’s Michael, mama. I fought with Michael.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” Carmela pouts, handing Niccolò his toy that he accidentally threw out of his reach. “I could have guessed. He wasn’t exactly looking overjoyed himself tonight. What happened, honey? You can let it all out on me, I want to listen.”

You shrug your shoulders weakly, letting Verona hold your finger with her entire hand. “It didn’t even exactly start out as an argument, mama. I was having lunch with Connie, Sandra and Deanna like any other time and they began talking… You know, about motherhood, the twins, and Deanna if she would ever have children with Fredo—” you notice Carmela grimace which makes you smile a bit—“and then somehow the conversation went over to Michael. How he wanted to be a father, how we conceived the twins so soon. The girls assumed it was because Michael suddenly found himself in the family business after they took an attempt on Papa’s life, and then of course Sicily was mentioned.”

“Ah, I see.” Carmela nods, listening to you.

“I know Deanna doesn’t know much at all, but she was wondering if that girl really died the way she did—blown to bits in Michael’s car, and so we said ‘yes’ and answered her. Connie then spoke as if everyone had already known that at the time, Michael’s first wife—” You feel your bottom lip trembling, “was also pregnant with his child at the time of her death.”

Carmela’s eyes widen, not in shock of the revelation but rather you hadn’t known about the pregnancy to begin with. “Just how much has Michael told you about his previous marriage, Victoria?”

“You know, mama.” You speak throughout your tears, “when we fought about two weeks ago over it. Just that much. Nothing until I f-found those photographs Fredo put in my nursery bag of the two at their wedding and…”

You squeeze your eyes shut, sobbing, which attracts the attention of the twins. “A-and I had to yell at him, mama! I had to scream and fight and make a scene just to get answers out of my own husband who should have been forthcoming and honest with me from the start! It wasn’t even u-until the fight spiralled out of c-control that he answered me at all.”

“Oh, Victoria…” Mama Corleone scoots over to your side, placing a reassuring hand over your shoulder. “I know honey, I know. I know how much that took a toll on you—you remember you were just as heartbroken then as you are now telling me all about it.”

“Yeah.” You hiccup, looking up at Mama Corleone with tear-filled eyes. “I thought I was being cheated on, mama. I thought I was the other woman and somehow, somebody knew and they wanted me to see those photographs to show I was the ‘other woman’ in New York while Michael had a wife in Sicily.”

“But we know that wasn’t true, darling.” Mama Corleone speaks to you in a soothing tone. “I can completely understand how you came to that conclusion—I would have to.”

“He s-sat there—” anger begins to grow in your expression, “and told me he was going to be honest with me about everything. About this Apollonia girl, about what really happened and then he lied to me, mama. He lied to me again!”

You wail. “He kept the pregnancy from me after saying he told me the whole truth—he said he would never lie or hold things back from me again—that he wanted to be transparent and forthcoming always but he lied!”

Carmela pulls you into a warm hug, rubbing your back in lazy circles as you sob uncontrollably over her shoulder. “Oh, sweetheart. I see now. He purposefully didn’t tell you she was pregnant either. To him, it must not have mattered.”

“R-retracting things is lying too.” You hiccup throughout your sobs, “it’s not like I would have reacted any other way if he also told me. I thought that was the whole truth! Why am I finding out things about my husband from my sisters when I should know myself? How is that fair?”

“It’s not.” Carmela frowns, growing grievously disappointed in her youngest son. “There is no excuse and it’s simply not fair. I can’t understand why he wouldn’t tell you either.”

“Doesn’t he know me b-by now, mama?” You slowly pull back, feeling your hands shake as Niccolo begins to crawl over your thigh. “We’ve been together almost a year and…and he doesn’t trust me, does he?”

“Victoria, please.” Mama Corleone helps Niccolo up on you lap gently. “Don’t say these things. Michael loves you, he admires you and he trusts you. Yes, none of this makes sense as to why he would hold back such information from you and he’s definitely not in the right at all. I completely blame him for doing this to you—look at you. Oh, it pains me.”

Carmela glances down at the twins. “Two little babies, just gave birth not too long ago and you don’t need this kind of stress either.”

“I would have understood, mama.” You attempt to calm down your breathing to no avail. “Because I know what h-happened to Michael was horrible. I wouldn’t have reacted poorly if he told me e-everything before. So… Why did he keep that from me? I would never do that to him, mama. I’ve never lied to Michael, I wouldn’t dream of doing so because I love him! I-I love him, I love him so much and it…” You look down at your babies, snuggling them both up on your lap. “And it hurts, mama, it hurts.”

Your glassy eyes  meet with Carmela’s. “What if it was the o-other way around? If I had gotten married before in the past and was pregnant, then kept it from him? Now he just tells me I’m jealous. Refuses to apologize for lying and that h-he’s in the wrong—says it doesn’t matter but it matters to me. It matters to me…”

“Jealous?” Mama Corleone raises her brow. “Even so, honey, that’s completely normal to feel. Wouldn’t any other woman feel that way if their husbands kept things about former lovers from them? It all seems a bit suspicious, doesn’t it?”

“I-it does.” You agree. “B-but I won’t deny what he said. I am jealous. There, I said it!” You hug the twins gently over your lap. “M-maybe I am jealous because she was his first love—not me.” Your voice wavers, giving out.

“I j-just wanted my husband to open up to me, to know I care so much about him and will never judge him for his past—no matter what. I do the same for him… I just expected it in return and it seems that was wrong for me to do because now I’ve just gone and upset him too. H-he’s so secretive about it that I know now to myself he’ll always love her more than he loves me. She knew the old Michael, the one in those photographs who smiled and was happy… She knew and was married to a Michael that I’ll never know—a Michael even he doesn’t want me to know. Never…”

[otrtbs]

I just read the latest ask and I raise you this. (This obviously isn’t as good as your writing, just a small thing I want to try)

James’ heart was pounding and a giddy smile was spreading on his face. He was carrying out the last canvas and he told Sirius to go ahead, reassuring he had this and for him to trust him. He froze, however when he heard a guard behind him, stopping in his tracks. “Put the painting down, now!” James turned slowly, facing the guard that shouldn’t even be there. In a quick moment, he reached for his gun, not wanting to use it but knew he would have to. It was the heist and they were so close. But the guard got there first and got him right in the chest. It burned. It burned hotter than the hot, fuzzy feeling of falling in love with Regulus. The alarms went off and the guard ran away, leaving James there. He stumbled against the wall, hand going to his chest to stop the pressure.

Regulus was on edge. James should’ve been back by now and alarms were blaring. His perfect, last hurrah was crumbling down. Making a rash decision, he ran inside, heading for the storage room but his heart sank. James. His perfect, beautiful James was against the wall, blood on his hand, his shirt and even the priceless painting.

“Shit. I touched the painting.” James mumbled, knowing he wasn’t allowed to and could only touch the frame.

“Don’t think about that, love. Look at me.” Regulus whispered, hand going to his ear. “Peter! Please!” He didn’t realise it but tears were streaming down his cheeks.

James found it harder to breathe, but that could’ve also been because his beautiful boy was there. “Take me to Brazil, please.” James murmured before taking one last shaky breath in.

WHYYYY WOULD U DO THIS TO MEEEEE 😭

hello!!?? i mean it’s so so good but it hurts so much!!

james worrying abt touching the painting !!!!! and brazil !!! nooooooooo NOOO

closing my eyes and refusing to deal w this but also i can’t stop reading this either ahhhh

[jayflrt]

stop people were passing out thats so bad of the school to not take into account 💀💀 idk how my grad went but i think it was pretty ok organization wise i didnt hear my friends complain and we had an indoor venue so fortunately no one was passing out. but thank you! im going to a park today to take photos with my grad cap and gown so i can salvage at least a fraction of the experience

i ran a dance club ! granted we couldnt properly run for most of my time at the school but i started the club with a friend in my sophomore year and when we got back we had a surprising success so even tho we only got to run the ckub with a full team in my last year now im not worried abt the club dying after i graduate 🤧

HAHA NO DW I GET YOU hoseok and yoongi are my biases even now 🫂 i get random bts reels on my feed nowadays and seeing content from them is such like seeing an old friend type of feeling (as well as exo reels akskdjf)

but omg yeaaa i wish there was more buildup for the chorus. i also just realized they didnt have a bridge for pass the mic either so it also feels quite abrupt when it ends with the post-chorus verse. the choreo is so cool though omg i love it so much maybe i'll get around liking the tt bc im always watching the choreo. i hope we get a full version of foreshadow without all the naration it has sm potential

omg yea i want another d-d or g-t type of song again 🤧 MAYBE like next cb bc those are kinda more like halloween-y/spooky/fantasy concepts so like after the summer surge of songs passes then 👁👁

- 🌻

IT WAS 😭😭 i heard uc berekely’s was terrible too and they made students pay to attend their own graduation :// they didn’t have enough seats either and apparently no one could even hear the speeches going on 😞 omg an indoor venue is so nice for graduations !! i hope you had a memorable experience and congrats again on graduating!!! 🥰💝 and the photoshoot sounds so fun! did you like how the pictures turned out? :o

ALSO THATS SO COOL 🤩🤩 dancing looks so fun omg i just love watching all the performances <33 also i’m glad it’s holding up well you must be so proud 🥳

AHAHAH RIGHT i keep getting more and more bts content on my feed again and it feels like they’re not even on hiatus 🤧 speaking of hoseok omg ,, have you listened to arson yet?? i absolutely loved it and i’m so glad they’re making their own music 🥰 and i heard jk’s in the studio??? i hope we finally get that mixtape from him 😤

OH YOURE RIGHT THERE IS NO BRIDGE idk why i never paid attention to that HAHAH (streaming attention please as we speak 😔) but yesyes i loved the choreo !! i think it’s rlly nice that they’re experimenting with different music flavors(??) too :’)) and did you see the new mv dropping for paradoxx? :o

YESSS IM SURE THEYLL GO BACK TO THEIR DARK ROOTS 🤭 as much as i love the summer songs i always get so hype for darker concepts like given taken and drunk dazed :’)

do you think you’re gonna go to their concert since they’ve announced their world tour? :o i’m not sure if you live in any of the locations they have but i’m excited even if i can’t go because it’s gonna be their first world tour!!! 🥰💖

[moonhoures]

Hard thoughts about Enha hyung line…

Heeseung would 100% be a biter… like always wanting to be able to get just a peek of his marks from the night before…always putting them in places just out of site for everyone else… but he knows exactly where they are… he’d also be the one to press on them just to get a small whimper or gasp from you… especially when your out in public…

Jay would be the bruiser… he wouldn’t mean to, but the way his fingers dig into your hips… he wouldn’t be able to stop his grip from tightening the same way you tighten around him…. You’d wake up the next morning to his fingers lightly brushing over the soft purple marks on your hips, his small smile making your heart flutter… but the slight possessive look in his eye making your stomach flutter

Jake… where to start with Jake… he’s the loud one… can never seem to stop the noises that come out of him…. It ranges from his teasing remarks always trying to see how bright he can get you around flush… to his whimpers and gasps as you overstim him… I just… he would have the prettiest moans I just know it… ranging from soft quiet ones… to high pitched whines and just… oof

And Sunghoon… babe buckle up… in my head he is THE tease… like edging for as along as you can handle… he loves to see the tears streaming down your face… all while making smug little remarks about how cute you are… but also into overstimulating you until you’re begging to take a break… only for his grin to widen and ask… “cant you take one more for me?”… knowing damn well you can’t say no to him…

Ok… yeah… oof… enjoy😈

~Kenah🦕

ok i saved the best for last so let’s jump in 😮‍💨

100% agree heeseung loves to bite (which how can he not when he has perfect teeth like that?) i bet he loves to leave marks on inner thighs especially, knowing you and him are the only ones who will see them. but he does of course enjoy leaving them in more noticeable places, smirking to himself when he sees them sticking out of the collar of your shirt in public. 😏

pls i want jay to bruise my esophagus 🙄 but yes yes yes he’d highkey love leaving bruises on you. he’d especially love seeing his handprints on your ass from a good bit of smacking. the red outlines would make his ego boost so much 📈

jake would be so talkative during sex, i think. if he isn’t moaning or grunting or panting, then he’s constantly telling you how good you feel or what he wants to do to you. the boy won’t shut up. maybe he needs something in his mouth to keep him quiet 🤫

i buckled and i still wasn’t ready babe 😭 i can see that shit sO clearly it’s driving me nuts. i was literally just talking to bunny the other day (or yesterday idk my days are blurring together) abt hoon’s smirk in this video at around 10:55 and that’s exactly how i imagine he’d smirk at you if you were whining about how unfair he was being. bc he eats that shit up. he wants you to beg for him until you can’t take it anymore. he wants to hear how badly you need him bc it fuels his ego. and gtfo here with “can’t you take one more for me?” KENAH IM DYING RN!!!