#I promise they mean something 😥

[vezinas]

me when the function got critical flyers foundation lore

[marvelfanfics1]

I just fell. I know a random start but when I was playing outside I fell and hurt my knee and it bleeded 😥 maybe you can do the same with daddy stucky x little reader x little Peter (Tom Peter) where the reader fell and it bleeded so her dada Steve toke care of it and put a cute little unicorn plaster (I'm not sure how it calls bc English is not my native Language) and she is still crying when they got out of the bathroom and daddy Bucky but her in his lap and hug her and little petie comes to the reader and put a kiss on the hurting knee and says "that makes u feel bwtter"

🩹<---- I mean this thing

Kisses make it better

(GIFs not mine)

The Super Soldiers Little Angels au

Pairing: daddy!stucky x little!reader x little!Peter

Warnings: Age Regression, hurt knee, mentions of blood, fluff, comfort

A/n: Hey guys 🤗 I'm really sorry for the lack of fics, I had a writersblock and have been struggling with family drama (ya know the usual 🤙🏻) anyway, I hope I overcame it now and can spoil you with fics again 💜

                                   ⭒𖥸⭒

It was a beautiful day outside so Steve and Bucky decided to take you and Peter to the compound so you could play outside with other littles from the Avengers group.

At the compound were so many fun things to do and with how much space they have you can find activities literally everywhere.

Now you were running around a play structure with Kate while Peter was chasing you both. It was all fun and games until you tripped over your own foot and fell on the rubber ground that was around the structure.

It all happened so quickly that it took you a few seconds to now feel the pain that was coming from your knees, tears already blurring your vision before you could even take a look at it.

Peter was a second later beside you, trying desperately to figure out what was wrong when he saw your bruised knees and quickly jumped into action.

"I go get daddies!" he said and rushed off to where all the caregivers were sitting and talking.

Meanwhile, poor Kate was trying as hard as she could to comfort you, Peter would most definitely almost suffocate you in a hug, Kate only rubbed your back, assuring you that Peter will be back soon with your daddies and it did comfort you in a way.

Soon enough you saw Peter coming back with Steve jogging after him and he quickly knelt beside you.

"Shh, it's okay, Angel. Dada's here." he grimaced a little when he saw your bloody knees. Your little sobs broke his heart, he and Bucky hate seeing either of their littles in pain, and in a quick motion, he picked you up and carried you inside to the nearest bathroom.

"Dada hurts." you cried while Steve was looking for some bandaids and something to clean the wounds.

"I know, sweetheart." he kissed your forehead. "I promise it will be better soon."

You kept crying silently, wincing when he touches a sore spot with the alcohol pad. When all the blood was wiped off he grabbed a colorful unicorn bandaid and put one on each knee, hoping to cheer you up a little but you were still sobbing a little.

"Let's go see what daddy's doing." he offered you a smile and you nod, raising your arms for him to pick you up which he happily did.

Your crying ceased to little sobs and hiccups while Steve carried you to where he was before Peter came in running and frantically pointing outside. There you saw Peter who was leaning with his back against Bucky's shoulder and playing on his switch but he quickly turned it off when he saw you.

"Our poor doll." Bucky cooed and you started to make grabby hands for him.

Steve handed you over to him and you got comfortable on his lap with your back against his chest and him wrapping his arms around you to make you feel secure and safe.

Peter frowned a little, seeing how some tears kept falling from your eyes. He got up from his spot beside his daddy to kneel before you both. First, you were confused, tilting your head to the side. He then leaned forward to kiss each of your knees carefully.

"Dis will make you feel better!" he smiled and you wiped the remained tears away, smiling back at him.

"Fank you, Petie."

He got back on his spot and took one of your hands caressing the back of it with his thumb, making your daddies hearts almost explode from the cuteness.

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𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄

ask — Can I ask you that the reader 💋 them while they are 😥 and 💙 in order to 😇 them, (I really hope this makes sense) Characters: Scaramouche & Xiao (This is my first time requesting something, hopefully I did it right ☠️) - requested by @oddshroom

a/n — this took me so unbelievably long to write but I'm working on my emoji asks now! okay so apparently I have no self control when it comes to writing scara so this ended up being 3k instead of 500≤1k so I'm making this separate from the xiao's. also dw love, you did it absolutely right so it was clear and concise <3

pairing — [ scaramouche x gn!reader + 💋 kissing them while they're 😥 having a nightmare and 💙 playing with their hair in order to 😇 comfort them]

edited by: my homegirl @xiao6ao

masterlist / xiao post / emoji prompt list

Since when was the melody of screams this unpleasant? Or perhaps, maybe it was never a sweet tune to begin with.

The crackling of fire howled and filled his ears, yet he watched silently as the flames ate away at the wooden structure, devouring the joyous memories he created there. Ashes sprinkled the blazing air, scurrying around like fire flies and filling his lungs.

His breathing was shallow, huffs of air spilling from his chest and reminding him of how human he seemed. But he could never be human, not when his chest was but a hollow cavern, overflowing with nothing but broken dreams and empty promises. His fingers trembled beside him, and subconsciously, he backed away from the dazzling light.

Why was he afraid? How could he be afraid? After all, he was the one who’d started the fire.

"N-No..." Scaramouche whispered, his eyes widened in disbelief as he took in the scene before him. "This... this already happened. Why am I seeing this again?" He looked to his palms— a desperate attempt at gathering his sense of self— but upon seeing his old attire, he found himself inarticulate.

This can't be. It was like he was back to being—

"Kunikuzushi," That voice... that was- "Why did you do this?" The child cried, clutching a familiar doll to his chest. It was threaded with such precision and care, casting in his mind a fond memory of the weeks he spent learning how to sew such a thing with his past friend.

Then the sight of the child’s charred skin hit him, and the endearing thought was discarded. He looked just as he did so long ago— sick, fragile.

But his eyes, oh his eyes told another story.

Scaramouche remembered his eyes, always full of wonder and curiosity, much like his own when he was just a fledgling. Those eyes that would beam up at him as the child tugged him away to a new discovery. Those eyes that would melt close as a smile formed on the child's lips. Those eyes, that were now boring holes into his own, absent of life and that childlike glee he was once accustomed to. Those eyes that were now swirling with fear, fear that was now directed at him.

"I didn't—!!" Scaramouche found himself choking, misery seeping into the depths of his chest and pouring out into his voice. He felt utterly nauseous at the sight before him, heaving breaths of uncertainty as hot tears began to spill from his indigo hues.

Shakily, he brought a hand to his mouth, searching for the words he wanted to say. "I didn't mean to... you- you broke your promise..."

The child took a step back, "Promise? What promise?" The puppet’s brows furrowed at the confusion on the child’s face, the air getting all the more jeering— threatening to strangle him— the longer they spoke.

"You said we were family. You said you would never abandon me," Scaramouche recalled. Abandon. Just the word sizzled and left a bitter taste on his tongue.

It wasn't fair, it wasn't fair at all.

“I didn’t abandon you,” the boy managed to retort, his voice scarcely a rasp. “I died!” He choked on a fit of coughs as he succumbed to the illness both his parents fell to.

Abandon… die…

Those were two completely different words, were they not? Yet, somehow, the discarded creation had found the two synonymous. The concept of death was still foreign to him all those years ago, and the timing was impeccable, as if someone were pulling the strings to all his misfortune. One betrayal after another. It was a deadly recipe of disaster that bubbled over into impulsive decisions and, finally, the roaring flames before him.

And now, he could only witness this village burn all over again— brick by brick, plank by plank— and watch the terror in the eyes of the one he called his friend, of the people he held close to where his heart should be, resurface from ashes long gone.

Damn it. It's not fair. It's not fair at all.

Another staggering step, and the flames began clawing at the child’s leg, searing deeper into his already charred skin. "Wait! Please!" Scaramouche shouted, lunging forward towards the kid now set ablaze and embraced in the wild, untamed fire. “Don’t leave me—" No, not “—again.”

But it was all in vain. He pleaded. He cried. He called, yet no one came.

His fingers crossed the child's, the doll slipping from the child's grasp and into the desperate puppet's hands. And without skipping a beat, the child burst into cinders before his eyes.

The ground kissed his knees as he collapsed, trembling hands digging into the veil that did little to shield him from the raging light. Within seconds, it was torn to shreds and soaked in the tears that he bled.

He wept, voice barely above a whisper. "Why couldn't it have been me…" Those tears, those pathetic emotions he harbored, why couldn't they stop? Why did it hurt so bad? Why did everyone leave him?

A dry, forced chuckle passed his lips that were drenched with the downpour from his eyes. He wiped them.

"Maybe I am just some faulty being." He looked up at the stars that watched in silence above him, ignoring his pleas for help. Gods… humans… even the stars were nothing but lies.

It was only then that a sensation ran down his neck, causing him to flinch from the sudden sense of touch. He whimpered despite trying his best not to, yet what he felt wasn't in the slightest unpleasant.

He leaned into it, eyes growing heavy with whatever was circling his skin, the pain that drenched him before growing numb as the flow of his tears drew softly to a stop. He felt small, yet safe under this eerie yet familiar touch, like an angel was embracing him and shielding him away from the tragedies that plagued the world.

A trickle of hope poured into him, flooding a soothing warmth through the chest that had been poisoned by a twisting ache. His fist unraveled the tattered veil, his hands now clinging onto something more plush and soft, though he couldn't see.

It told him he was fine. He was safe. He was sound.

Sound?

The air caught his mind, now devoid of the screams that smothered him just moments before. Even the crazed laments of the fire ceased, replaced by the quiet pitter patter of falling droplets— none of which he felt.

What he did feel was something soft showering his face, warm and featherlike, and another delicate touch swaying back and forth over his cheek, creating a peaceful harmony within his settling mind.

Despite the heaviness in his limbs, he pulled himself closer, his legs rubbing against silky fabric instead of the ashened ground of what had once been his home. His arms drew himself closer against whatever was bringing him comfort, the sound of something beating surprisingly washing away the rest of his worries. He drifted far away from the panic that once overcame him, the raging storm in his head now reduced to calm waves of water, carrying him safely back to reality into the arms of an angel.

His eyes, tired and spent, fought to open. His vision made out from blurring colors the sight of another person laying beside him. They leaned into him, and he felt the same featherlike sensation on his forehead. A voice he recognized— he had yet to decipher the words— filled his ears.

It was…

Before his eyes could fully adjust, he was already curling against your chest, fingers softly grabbing your shirt and tugging like his life depended on it. In an instant, the world came rushing in, his lungs breathing in the calming air of the small apartment you shared.

He was fine. He was safe. He was with you.

He called your name, his voice cracking as a groan slipped past him, muffled by his face pressing into you. Memories of his nightmare crashed back in restless waves, threatening to drown him once again. He coughed, attempting to speak through labored breaths.

"I s-saw… my, I-'' Scaramouche hiccuped, his body starting to shake like the harsh winters of Snezhnaya was biting through his porcelain skin.

“Shhh, shhh, it’s okay, take your time.” You were quick to silence him, whispering affirmations in the mist of night for only his ears to hear. He clutched onto you tighter. “It’s okay love, I’m here.”

After the countless years of suffering the puppet endured, he wasn’t fond of being touched by any living being— at least, not after all the torturous poking and prodding he was subjected to during Dottore’s experiments, whilst promises of “making him stronger” or “unlocking his true divinity” fell on deaf ears as he withered in pain.

But you? He couldn’t help but melt under your irenic touch, something that was foreign to him for decades. It took awhile for him to adjust to your displays of affection, but eventually your arms became his new safe haven, something that was all apparent now as you rubbed gentle strokes against his back, the sobs that were born from his horrid dream now dying down to soft sniffles and hums.

The moon glowed in all its glory in the blanket of night, illuminating the two lovers cuddled closely together like birds in a nest. Its silver glow became sparkles in the stray tears that spilled over his cheeks, your hands calmly wiping them as they fell. He came to realize over some time that the featherlike touches he felt prior were you pressing kisses to his face.

The moon came and fled as the sun put it to rest, painting the darkened skies in shades of blue and red. Its rays glimmered, peaking through the window and shedding its warmth on the both of you. By then, the wandering puppet’s tear stained cheeks were dried, his breathing leveled, and eyes half lidded, swirling with bouts of serenity.

Your hand was idly playing with his hair, gently combing through and dividing pieces that fell across his face. A comfortable silence filled the air, only penetrated by the whisper that flew past your lover’s lips, calling your name. You hummed as his hand slowly crept from under the covers, reaching out to grab yours from his strands and bringing it to his chest. His warm breath tickled your skin when he sighed, the feeling being overthrown when his lips kissed the back of your palm, lingering for nearly a minute.

“Do you…” He spoke softly, still firmly holding onto you, yet his voice sounded far off, eyes distant and hazy. “Do you think I’m evil?���

The question dripped from his lips like dew to a leaf, dropping into your ears for your brain to soak it in. Melancholy sprouted from it, growing vines that entangled your heart.

The word evil ran through your head, such a harsh term to describe someone, you scrutinized. Could you really compare the word to the former harbinger lying across from you? Perhaps his past actions, but…

Do evil people cry genuine tears? Do evil people feel remorse for their wicked deeds? What truly defines evil anyway?

The fluttering of wings fanned your clouded thoughts, your answer becoming clear along with the sound of birds chirping. You tugged at the vines clenching your heart, ripping them with ease as you looked at the man in question.

“Doing good things doesn’t make you a good person,” you imparted, staring honestly into his alluring eyes. He listened intently as you spoke, hanging off of every word like a puppet to a string. “And doing bad things doesn’t make you a bad person either.”

The foggy look in his eyes finally cleared.

“I think you experienced the worst parts of the world before you could understand the beauty of it, which led to your notorious doings.” You adjusted your hand to hold his, and he gave you a gentle squeeze as your thumb caressed circles into his. “But if we look back to your ‘previous incarnation’ without your memories, or your titles before Balladeer, would you call them evil as well? Would the people who knew you then describe you in such a way?”

The question floated in the air. A quizzical frown assuming the puppet’s features. For a second, he was back in his dream again— images of fire and ash tainting his mind. He remembered those eyes that were swirling with fear, anxiety threatening to crawl up his spine again.

He was fine. He was safe. He was…

“I didn’t abandon you,” The child's voice played back in his head, oddly sounding more soft compared to the voice he heard in his dream. Another recollection filled his thoughts— it was the sight of the child pulling him eagerly, a wide grin adorning his chubby cheeks, a giggle followed by his own filling the air as he allowed the kid to guide him to some growing lavender melons.

"I- I can't reach it. Awhh," The child pouted, looking away from the tree dejectedly.

"They are pretty high up," Scara- no, Kunikuzushi observed, bringing a hand to his chin. "You'll be able to reach them if I give you a lift though."

"Really? Oh thank you, thank you, thank you! You're really the best ya know, and d-don't forget it either!" The child cheered, jumping up and down in his small burst of excitement before calming down. He tired easily, no matter what he did.

"I'm the best? But I'm just a mere—"

The small mortal coughed weakly, balling his fist right after and shouting a heartfelt declaration. "Puppet this, puppet that. You're a good person and you're a good friend. There's no if, ands, or buts about it,"

He couldn't help but reciprocate the child's smile.

"I- I guess you have a point," Kunikuzushi hummed, his face blooming a pretty pink as he tried to hide under his veil. "You know… you sound a lot like an old friend of mine.”

The memory faded as quick as it came, his shoulders now relaxed and expression thoughtful. You assumed he reached the same answer as you.

They wouldn't call him evil. Never in a million years.

“I couldn’t either," You answered his thoughts, bringing your hand back to card through his hair. "Which is why I don't think you're the monster you make yourself out to be."

He wanted to laugh, but he found himself without a voice. All those questions he aimlessly sought answers to. He’d even asked the God of Wisdom the same thing, yet her answer was quite different from yours. But could he really take your words to heart— or hold it above the words of a god? Would her answer change if he asked her again? Would your answer change if he wronged you?

He was fine. He was safe. He was good.

The sounds of rain dwindled as the critters of light rustled away, chirping and hollering to the sun’s presence. By now, its light blanketed you both, whisking off the drowsiness as you rubbed your eyes. You were in the midst of calling your lover’s name when his fingers wrapped around your leg, pulling it over his hip to bring you close once again.

He cupped your face, your eyes instinctively closing as his lips embraced yours, the warmth of his touch enough to rival the sun and the shine of the moon. No celestial body could reap what the two of you had sown beautifully together.

You held his past, present, and future, carried his vices and virtues, wiped his tears and tore down his walls even when he built them up too high.

You stayed, even when he couldn't give you his heart.

He was enough, you reminded him proudly each day. He was safe. He was fine. He was loved.

"I love you," Scaramouche found himself mumbling against your lips, breathing out a content sigh when the two of you finally parted.

It was the first time he initiated such a declaration, and while he'd never admit how much it affected him, the shy smile carved into his face spoke it well enough. His passionate gaze lit a thousand flames in your soul and it was your turn to fall into the rabbit hole of his beauty.

With another quick kiss, you touched your foreheads together, your voice a lullaby to his ears as you chimed the words that always made him feel something skip a beat in his chest.

"I love every part of you, and never forget that," you huffed, feigning a pouty expression to entice a smile— which he effortlessly gave.

"Don't worry, I won't," he laughed heartily this time, making an effort to find your hand and intertwining your pinkies. He brought them to his chin, pecking the side of your hand once more. "I promise."

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💌 To the Steve I Loved Before: Part 4

A Steve Harrington TATBILB!AU fic

Links to Parts 1-3 on my masterlist!

Summary: Y/N has written love letters to get over her deepest crushes. What happens when Steve Harrington gets his hands on her letter to him?

Disclaimer: This is inspired by the To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before series by Jenny Han! I have used none of her characters, but have only used the premise of a love letter in the wrong hands.

Word count: ~1200

Warnings: None, just fluff! And someone gets kissed smack on the lips 🙈

A/N: AHH I’m ashamed it’s taken me this long to write and post this next chapter 😥 but I’m back and it’s GETTING GOOD FOLKS! Haha I hope you enjoy this next chapter, please let me know what you think, and, as always, please show love and support! ❤️✨

“Wow, Steve Harrington, huh?” Eddie said, laughing softly. It sounded slightly sad, but you brushed it aside in the midst of your panic about the massive lie you just blurted out.

“Yeah?” you said, half-sure. “Why?”

“It’s nothing, I just… I guess I didn’t expect it,” he said slowly, looking down. “But then again, what do I know?” he shrugged, laughing. 

“No worries, I mean, it took me by surprise too,” you said, being honest for the first time in a while. “But I guess you never know, right?” You glanced down at your watch, desperate to get out of the conversation. “Oh, look! My shift’s over. Well, Eddie it was nice to see you--”

“Can I walk with you? I’d like to give Steve my well wishes,” he said, smiling brightly. How could you say no to such a sweet face?

“Um, sure,” you said slowly, trying not to look suspicious. “But, um, if Steve acts weird or something, don’t hold it against him, okay? He’s… shy.”

“Steve? Shy?” Eddie laughed out loud, making you groan to yourself about the weak lie. “I’ve never known the Steve Harrington to ever be shy, especially about having a beautiful girlfriend.”

Your heart skipped a beat when Eddie called you beautiful. You blushed deeply, smiling softly at him as you walked away from the desk.

“Well, thank you, Eddie,” you said sweetly as you two started walking. “But yeah, I guess he’s not really into public displays of affection?”

“Well, he seems rather comfortable with those girls over there,” Eddie said, looking at you with concern. You looked over to see Steve leaning over the counter, flirting with a couple girls. You scoffed and grimaced at Steve’s smug face.

“I’m gonna kill him.”

Eddie looked at you in surprise, but stuck by your side as you approached Scoops Ahoy. Robin looked up, panicking when she saw Eddie was with you. She looked at you intently and made a what’s going on?! face, but you were lasered in on Steve. You pushed forward and past the girls, adrenaline racing again, pulled Steve in by the shoulders, and kissed him square on the lips. You felt his hands go up in shock, and as you pulled away, his eyes were wide, looking extremely confused.

“I’m sorry,” you said in as sweet a voice as you could muster, “I know I don’t usually kiss you at work, but I just couldn’t help myself! I missed you too much.”

Steve looked at you like he was witnessing an alien encounter. His mouth formed in various ways, trying to find words, and his brow furrowed as nothing came out. 

“Ugh! No wonder he wasn’t interested,” a snarky girl spat behind you. “Let’s go, girls--he’s clearly got bad taste if he’s dating her.” 

With a flourish of ponytails and curls, the girls turned around and left. Robin was looking on in shock, mouth hung open as she chuckled intermittently. She knew exactly what you were doing, but couldn’t actually believe it was happening.

“Y/N,” Steve said, speaking slowly and hoarsely, “what-what are you doing?”

You leaned in close to feign affection and whispered to Steve.

“I’m so sorry. I’ll explain later. In the meantime, can I kiss you one more time?”

“Yes-I mean, wait, why?”

“I’ll explain later, promise!” you whisper-yelled. “I’ll be waiting in front of the pretzel shop.” 

With that, you kissed him again, no shock from Steve this time, and smiled at him sweetly. 

“See you later, honey,” you said as you turned back to Eddie, who was grinning widely.

“Way to go, L/N!” he cheered. “You sure made sure those girls know he’s taken,” he smiled, giving you a high five.

“Thanks, Eddie,” you smiled softly. Eddie went on talking about more topics, but you found yourself distracted by the discovery that Steve Harrington isn’t a bad kisser.

-💌-

You were sitting in front of the pretzel shop with your feet resting on another chair when Steve walked up to you timidly. You moved your feet quickly as he sat down in front of you. His eyes darted each way, then he leaned on his knees to look at you.

“Hey Steve,” you said simply.

“Hey Steve? Y/N, what just happened?”

“Okay, let me explain!” you started, and Steve scoffed, giving you a you better look. “So, a while ago, I started writing… love letters… to guys I’d fallen for.”

“O-kay…” Steve said slowly.

“And I wrote a bunch of them with the intention to use them to get over each guy, they were never ever meant to get out! But then they did, and most of them had the wrong address, but… Eddie’s didn’t. And I couldn’t let him think that I feel the same way I felt in the letter.”

“Do you?”

“Do I what?”

“Do you still feel that way about Eddie?”

“... I don’t know.”

“Well, I guess you obviously don’t, I mean, why else would you go and kiss me in front of him?” he said, sitting back. Then, he looked at you skeptically and leaned back in. 

“So, why did you kiss me?” he asked.

“I’m getting to that,” you said impatiently, and he nodded. “So, regardless of my feelings, the letter was really embarrassing, and then he told me he doesn’t feel the same, so all the humiliation was for nothing, and-”

“That’s brutal,” Steve chuckled, and you glared at him. He looked at you apologetically and held his hands out for you to continue.

“... And I panicked, and I told him it didn’t matter because I was dating someone else,” you said quickly. Steve smirked and clicked his tongue, nodding.

“Alright, I get it now,” he said, smirking at you and raising his eyebrows. “So, clearly, I was on your mind,” he teased, and you rolled your eyes. 

“So, can you pretend to be my boyfriend for a little bit, just until all this Eddie stuff dies down?”

“Listen, Y/N, as much as I would love to do this for you,” he started sarcastically, “has it ever occurred to you that you could just tell Eddie the truth?”

“And embarrass myself more? No way!” you yelled.

“Alright, alright,” Steve said, throwing his hands up in surrender. “I get it. Somehow, I understand your twisted little mind.”

“Does that mean you’ll do it?”

Steve looked away and squinted. He pursed his lips, then looked back at you.

“Yeah, sure, I’m game,” he said decidedly, and you breathed a sigh of relief.

“Thank you, Steve, really!” you smiled, and he nodded back at you. “We’ll have to meet again sometime soon to discuss the terms, but we need a more private place for that,” you said, starting to think out loud. 

“Sure, sure,” Steve said passively, clearly thinking about something else. “Let’s meet at my place at eight tonight. My parents won’t be home, and I’ll order a pizza.”

“That sounds great, thanks again, Steve!” you said, standing to go. 

“Wait a sec, Y/N,” he said, looking at you. 

“What?” you asked nervously.

“I’m just thinking… I was the first person that came to your mind, yeah?”

“Yeah…” you said quietly, your heart pounding.

“And Robin had a love letter with her today…”

Your heart pounded even more, and you prayed he wouldn’t put it all together, but it was too late.

“Does that mean you wrote me a love letter?”

-💌-

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[icryaboutit]

It was all acting?!

SUMMARY: Imagine, somewhere in the timeline of Twst, Vil asked for GenZ!Yuu's assistance when one of the actors failed to show due to reasons. So GenZ!Yuu of course agreed to it cause why not. And the real kicker to it all is that the person they were replacing is a lover who got their heart broken, so crying was involved. Now IMAGINE, the sheer amount of suppressed trauma GenZ!Yuu have finally had a reason to come out.

or something along those lines

TAGS: Male Yuu, OOC, Angst?

WORD COUNT: 1,290 words

"What do you mean, they can't come?!"

The high-pitched voice of Vil's manager echoed through the place, garnering much attention from nearby crowds.

"Keep quiet Adeline, you are garnering unwanted attention."

Vil's calm yet somehow tired voice came from behind his manager, making her look at him with a distressed expression.

"How can I stay calm Vil! One of our actor is unreachable! And today is a big day!"

She exclaimed, clearly today's event was something that was of great importance. Which it is, the current event at play may help Vil rise in more fame, hell! It might even help him finally beat Neige LeBlanche.

"I know how important this is Adeline. But there is no need to fret and stress over something that we couldn't have known would occur."

"But Vil-!"

"Hmm? What's going on?"

This snapped the two out from their own world arguing, when a familiar voice had interrupted their talk.

"Ah, potato, what brings you here?"

Vil greeted, as Yuu stood there with some things in hand.

"Rook had asked of me to deliver this for you Vil-san."

Yuu said as he gave the stuff on his hand to Adeline.

"Thank you potato."

"No problem~ Rook promised to give me some trinkets for this trip so it wasn't really free labor."

Yuu explained with a shrug, as Vil looked at him up and down with calculating gaze. Feeling this, Yuu decided to make a quick ran for it.

"Well, then... I'll be off no-"

"Wait a minute, potato."

'Damn!'

"What is it Vil-san..?"

Yuu cautiously asked, knowing whatever Vil halted him for would end up in a disaster.

"Potato, how would you like to star in-"

"No thank you~!"

Yuu sweated bullets as he declined Vil's offer in a swift move,

"You haven't even heard the proposal yet potato."

"Whatever Vil-san was about to say, my senses were telling me that such sacred duties are bound for a much fortunate soul~!"

In short, "Hell, no, fuck off!" was what Yuu wanted to give off which was brutally ignored by Vil's next choice of words.

"Oh~? Do you think my eyes would deceive me once I see talent potato? You must have mistaken me for someone else's personality."

In short, "Give up, you have no choice." And thus, getting the message, Yuu was added in the list of actors at the last minute.

"Where did Yuu go?! I can't find him anywhere!"

"Henchman! Where are you!?"

"Maybe he just went to the bathroom?"

"HUMAN! REVEAL YOURSELF! YOU MUSN'T MAKE WAKA-SAMA WAIT!"

"You guys need to calm down..."

"Bold of ya ta even think they'll just calm down."

Currently, a group of first years were looking for a certain Yuu who still hasn't come on their meeting place.

Despite their current shenanigans, all of the first years were deeply worried as they wondered what kind of mess Yuu had gotten themselves involved in just by being in the area.

*Ping*

The sound of the notification on all of the first years' phones rang, informing them of the message that they had received.

Opening the message they were greeted by a text from the same person they were looking for.

YesImYuu: Can't make it guyz~!😥 Vil-san has me trapped!😭You guyz can go ahead and go🤧😞 AND BETTER BE ON TIME!😤

"..."

"So he's fine, good to know."

Jack who was the calmest exhaled in relief knowing that Yuu was alright. He then proceeded to push the flabbergasted group towards the entrance.

"So I can say whatever I want?"

"Yeah, we just need a way for people to gather towards us so that the plot can be constructed... I guess, I'm not sure either."

Yuu was conversing with his partner who was as clueless as him, since the one who got information about everything was the one who was currently unavailable.

"Okay... So like, do you have anything particular topic in mind?"

"Well I mean, we just need to cause a commotion that will enable Schoenheit-senpai and the female lead to meet through the crowd. And we thought, what better crowd gathering option there is but a lover's quarrel..."

At the mention of the words lover's quarrel, Yuu had a bright idea popping into his mind.

"Oh~! Then how about-"

And this was the start of the famous lover's quarrel, staring the prefect of NRC and some dude from Pomefiore.

The play had started, and just as Vil and his manager had expected, the theme garnered a lot of attention. Adeline only prayed that the scene where Vil and the female lead would end up meeting would be a success. Considering that Vil had made a choice to add an outsider the last minute.

The moment that scene appeared, the first years who were either only there for the free food, or because of some reasons or just genuine support, had their eyes widen at the sight of Yuu with some pomefiore guy as they argued in the background their voices inaudible.

Not to mention the prefect had a dress on, along with longer hair, and makeup that brought out his feminine side.

It wasn't only the first years who were shocked. Everyone who was somewhat close or friends with Yuu was flabbergasted and shocked to see him acting on the stage. Even more shocked as the play continues.

"Who are you referring to?"

Yuu's face contorted into that of confusion and anger.

"Camilla."

The man spat with a look of indifference. The fake crowd on the stage was now genuinely intrigued by what was happening with him and Yuu, as they crowded over the two who were "arguing".

"Why would I care about her?!"

"Because I care about her!!"

At the sudden explosion of emotion from the man the people couldn't help but flinch at it.

Yuu who was on the receiving end looked like he wanted to scoff at the unbelievable proclamation.

"Morning, noon, and night I care about her!.. And you hurt her."

The man looked angrier by the second, the look of insanity dancing in his eyes. Yuu on the other hand was silent, but his eyes told everyone his true feelings on the matter.

"If you hurt her... You hurt me."

There was silence as there was tension, the people watched in great apprehension as they watched the scene unfold.

The man held a broken and emotionless smile, as he stared at Yuu who held and expressed nothing on his face.

"Camilla is who I want, that is where my loyalties lie, that is who my priority is."

"Not the mother of your children?"

Gasps were heard as a big revelation came. The sky darkens as the weather visibly shifted to a much gloomier setting.

"Don't bring the boys into this."

"Alright, not the woman you married!!"

"I refuse to be blamed any longer for this grotesque misalliance! I wash my hands of it!"

It was then that thunder strike, yet none were paying any attention to the weird weather changes as they watched the two on stage.

*Slap*

It was also the time that Yuu seemed to have enough, as he raised his hands in the air, a resounding slap echoed through the stage. Yuu looked at the man with an unreadable expression, but the tears that fell from his eyes held every ounce of emotion that was left for the man in front of him.

Gasps were heard, and the sudden movement made the crowd move suddenly, as they unconsciously pushed off a woman from the crowd, who happened to be the female lead. Only to be caught by Vil, who happened to have positioned himself there.

Nothing about that act was in the plan. But in the end, the play ran smoothly.

[pinkroseblooms]

Usahara Tobikichi in love with f!Reader headcanons (sfw and smutty)

(look at this official art by gaku kaze, why is he so cute/hot?!)

SFW:

Usahara is (to borrow a trope title) a Casanova Wannabe. He likes getting attention from women and wishes he could pull off the playboy persona; the idea of being irresistible to women is a nice daydream, especially considering he seems to be consistently overlooked in comparison to guys like Kumatani and Uramichi

Despite having dated before, relationships never quite seem to work out, whether it be due to Usahara's partners not wanting to stick around after realizing how tactless and irresponsible he is or Usahara stops putting in the effort to keep the relationship afloat. He’s not intentionally mean or careless, but truly good intentions can only make up so much for his flaws.

With all that in mind, Usahara wants a girlfriend; he would take being devoted to one woman over being admired by dozens any day of the week, even if he’s a touch embarrassed to admit it.

In comes you: Usahara thinks you’re cute and immediately tries to get your attention. He doesn’t have high hopes, but hey, it couldn’t hurt to put himself out there. It doesn't take long before Usahara starts going out of his way to talk to you, firing off jokes and one liners at any given time, basically making a fool of himself for a hint of a smile from you. In a short amount of time this casual attraction develops into not so casual, knee buckling, sweaty palms crush. Usahara's heart will shatter into a million pieces if you decide to reject him.

You’re so cute, patient and sweet, being with you just feels right. Every time Usahara sees you that throbbing ache in his chest only gets worse. You’re probably too good for him, he knows it, everyone around Usahara won't stop reminding him when he looks at you with goo goo eyes and insists today's the day: he's going to take that leap and make a move on you. Usahara feels like he hit the literal jackpot when you agreed to go out with him. 

When the two of you begin officially dating, it’s like a light switch clicks in Usahara’s head. Maybe because he’s older and (at least somewhat) wiser, but he’s making genuine efforts this time around to not repeat past mistakes.

When you bring up the issue of his spending habits or taking a joke too far, Usahara will listen and work with you to fix the issue. It’s important to him you know he’s taking this seriously. Usahara wants to have extra money to spoil his girl and the idea of saying something to hurt your feelings gnaws at him. He's determined to be the best boyfriend you've ever had or will have.

He tries so hard for you; Usahara honestly didn’t expect to get so attached. It makes him a bit more reflective, but also paranoid of messing up; he's always been his own worst enemy. For how easy going and chill Usahara comes off as, he's way more insecure than you might guess.

Expect clinging and being spammed with texts at any given moment, maybe a phone call or a silly picture. Now that he has an adorable girlfriend, Usahara jumps at any opportunity to do couple things, go on all the cute dates, call you pet names, buy matching charms for your keys/phones, feed each other, etc. But because he’s so eager and already fairly attached, it can be a bit...much:

“Babyyyy, I had a rough day! 😭 I need cuddles. I’m free after work, can you come over tonight? 😘"

"How's your day going? I wish I could skip work and see you..."

"I miss you xoxo ❤️” 

"Babe, did you get my message? Are you busy?”

“Is everything okay?”

“Hey...are you mad at me?😥"

“Sorry, didn’t mean to spam you.”

“So, should I get food omw home? What are you in the mood for?” "

Besides me lol"

"....babe? Did I do something wrong?”

“I’m sorry, did I forget our 3 week anniversary? Month anniversary?”

"I'll make it up to you, I promise!"

“Baby???”  

And you will get all of these messages over the course of an hour or so. Yes, Usahara does calm down eventually; granted, he'll still spam you with texts now and then even after he feels more secure in the relationship, but usually only when he's out drinking and he wishes he was with you instead.

Usahara keeps things from exes partially if they’re useful and there is a sentimental aspect to it for him; that being said, if it makes you uncomfortable, Usahara doesn’t hesitate to get rid of anything you don't want him to hold on to. You’re with him now, and besides, Usahara needs room for all the things of yours he plans to keep at his place from now on.

And now, for the spicy stuff (and a little smut):

Eager to please is an understatement. 

Seriously though, Usahara struggles to keep his hands to himself, particularly when it’s just you and him. He doesn’t want to come on too strong or too desperate, but he wants you.

He’ll probably try to just go with whatever you’re ready for but if it was up to Usahara, he would never have to use his hand again. Not when he has your soft, warm body to touch and explore.

You’ll definitely need to tell Usahara exactly what you want, because again, he has a hard time going on instinct or reading subtle cues. And honestly, he kind of likes being bossed around in bed.

When you ask him to pleasure you and he gets it right, Usahara gets off on your praise and satisfaction. He’s practically glowing when he first makes you cum and the first time he gets to feel it raw and dripping down his dick makes him almost climax inside you right then and there.

Usahara’s preferred positions are either you riding him while he sits up right and he loses his mind a little when you suck him off. He just can’t get over what you’re doing to him; extra points if you let him cum in your mouth or even just on your face or tits. It’s dirty and you look so beautiful, Usahara can hardly believe you’re real. 

Praise kink aside, Usahara also gets off on soft domination, edging (maybe because he’s so impatient), dirty talk, and costumes, Specifically seeing you with thigh highs and a mini skirt or a too big shirt, with or without panties. 

Talk about fucking like rabbits. Usahara has a high sex drive and would fuck you every day if he could, but he understands you might not always been in the mood. He’s actually happy to just kiss or cuddle, anything to feel you and be close. His favorite thing to do is strip down to nothing and lay over you, head on your chest and hugging you tight while he listens to your heart beat. He’ll still be horny but it can wait. 

“I can’t help it.” Usahara whines, only half teasing as he starts rubbing himself against you, silently begging you to touch him. You have no idea how fast you turn him into a needy mess just by stroking his hair or kissing his neck; he thrives on your attention, he wants to lose himself in you. 

When he’s especially pent up, Usahara acts pussy drunk, doubly so if he’s been putting off the orgasm. Once you finally let him fuck you, your arms around his neck and thighs squeezing his hips, Usahara could cry from how good you feel. He can't believe he gets to be with you like this, that you want him as badly as he needs you.

“So good so good so fucking good, I wanna fuck you all night, gonna cum so hard in your pussy baby. Can I go harder? Pleeeease?”

Drool is trailing down the corner of Usahara’s babbling mouth; he practically melts into your body, head resting in the crook of your neck and arms wrapped tight around you while he fucks you, barely pulling out of your gushing pussy with each sloppy thrust.

“I wanna cum, can I cum inside again? Sorry, I need it, need to fuck you. I can’t stop, fuck, fuck, oh fuck!” Usahara gasps, eyes blown wide as you squeeze around him, not even really meaning to; he hugs you tighter, nuzzling your neck, pressing soft kisses to the love bites he made earlier. It's all you can do to not go utterly limp and just allow him to use you like a living doll. Usahara pants, whines and whimpers like puppy as he mindlessly fucks into you, begging for you to hold him closer and spread your thighs wider. 

“So pretty, so good to me...I love it, love you," Usahara sobs and clings closer, cock is buried as deep as he can go while he rocks his hips. "Baby, I'm really gonna cum, gonna cum, please, wanna cum, I love you so much, baby, can I cum inside? Please? Just one more time, please, please, please!?”

[billkaulitzwife]

More Stupid Shit My Friends and I Have Said Feat. The Outsiders

Ponyboy

"Are you seriously on fucking Tomodachi life rn."

"What's your tit size? I MEANT KITTEN BITE. I MEANT WHAT DOES YOUR KITTEN BITE."

"If I had a nickel for every time I got confused I'd be a fucking millionaire."

Sodapop

"I'm mad at you now. I was watching a Livestream of a bird eating and I had to click on your notification."

"I don't own the cat. The cat owns me"

"I love fruit. Why? My boyfriends a fucking fruitbowl, c'mon now."

Darry

"Shit I burnt the grilled cheese." *Goes outside and throws it at a squirrel* "Eat it or I'll kill you."

"What the fuck do you mean Johnny's getting married to Elvis??"

"I've never had a soda so when my mom brings soda home we all worry."

"You caused a Chain reaction. You got suspended last week then Pony tells me 10 girls got suspended today."

Addie

"I tried to quit smoking. Yeah didn't last long."

"What animal are Teletubbies?"

"They call me grilled cheese cuz I make a mean one."

Dallas

"They call you queen bee cuz u been fuckin all of 'em."

"Next time I see Cherry Valance I'm throwing a box of cherries at her. Bitch."

"What animal is Mickey Mouse?"

Johnny

"How the fuck do people on Discord have my Snapchat, too."

"If I had a nickel for everytime I worried you guys I'd be in California."

"Guys I'm almost 17 :)"

Two-Bit

"Nuh-uh."

"I guess you could say that I am... a little silly in the morning."

*Talking to Steve while high* "Did you see how high Addie was this morning at school?"

"If I had a Nickel."

Steve

"I had a grilled cheese for breakfast."

"I'm not gay but my boyfriend is."

"If I had a Nickel for everytime I had something on my face I'd be on a yacht right now instead of staring at y'all's ugly bitch asses."

-_-_-_-_-_-

Addie: I know how to shoot a shotgun.

Darry: HOW?

Steve and Dallas, in the corner: 😳

-_-_-_-_-_-

Steve: That grilled cheese was good. Thanks Ads.

Addie: I made one and you live a mile away.

-_-_-_-_-_-

*Dallas and his mom in an argument*

His Gramma: *Sends a weird Facebook meme.*

Dallas: 🤓

-_-_-_-_-_-

Dallas: I remember when I used to sit on Santa's lap.

Johnny: Just like when some adult man made me sit on his!

Everyone else: 😥

-_-_-_-_-_-

Steve: Hey, hun did you check on the kids?

Sodapop: Hey, twins, Johnny, dinner's almost ready.

-_-_-_-_-_-

Darry: Top four animals

Addie: Kittens, frogs, turtles... Beluga.

Two-Bit: Birds-

Addie: BIRDSSSSSS OH MY GOD HOWD I FORGE-

-_-_-_-_-_-

Steve: I want a toasted cheese sandwich.

Pony: A fucking grilled cheese?

-_-_-_-_-_-

*Curtises hanging with their cousins*

The ginger cousin: I need to know what animal I would be and why.

Sodapop: LEPRECHAUN

Pony: A whale.

Cousin: HEY

-_-_-_-_-_-

Darry Curtis (active 4 hours ago): Phones on the tabke when you get home.

Ponyboy McLovin Curtis (Active Now): WHAT DID I DO

addie curtis (Active Now): are you serious.

Coca-Cola (Active Now): what happened

Darry Curtis (Active Now): None of you. Dallas and Steve.

Daddy dallas winston(Active.): is it cuz I took addie out to dinner or because we went to the shooting range after

Stevie (Active): I wasnt thwre i promise

Darry Curtis: what is this then *sends a picture of addie and dallas holding guns like bonnie and clyde while Steve is in the middle smiling huge*

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

guys i made a grilled cheese for the first time so These are mostly shit ive said. also ive found tumblr to actually be a safe space so idk.

[gulnarsultan]

I can’t help but imagine Modern Reader (Daenys best friend, the faithful and loyal friend of Targaryen Household) was visiting Dragonstone when Visenya, Aegon and Rhaenys were still little. When baby Visenya was crying Modern Reader held her and was calming her down, cooing at her and adoring her “Aw, who is the cute and beautiful girl? Yes that’s you”🥰- Modern Reader said this and baby Visenya was smiling at her and hold Reader’s finger with her small hand. When Aegon was born there was a little rivalry between Visenya and Aegon, but when Rhaenys was born there was a constant rivalry between them, meanwhile Modern Reader was standing there shocked to what she sees.

Yandere platonic Valaena Velaryon: Don’t worry about it. They just love you 🥰

Modern Reader: Ah, all right, I guess.

When Aerion Targaryen (Conquerors father) was taking Visenya and Aegon for solving some things or something like that, leaving Valaena and Rhaenys with Modern Reader. And imagine: Yandere platonic Rhaenys sleeping peacefully in bed, holding Modern Reader’s hand.So when she fell asleep, Modern Reader carefully left the room not waking Rhaenys and once she left the room, she went to her chambers, Modern Reader said “Phew, finally she’s asleep and I can be finally alone.”😮‍💨 But little Rhaenys still asleep tries to find Reader with her hand, then she wakes up and looks around, trying to find Modern Reader. Modern Reader isn’t with yandere little Rhaenys. Rhaenys starts crying😥thinking that Modern Reader left her.

Yandere little Rhaenys: Y-Y/N!😭

And you can imagine Reader’s face “Really?” and she runs to little Rhaenys.

Modern Reader: I left you for 3 minutes and you started crying? Can’t you be alone for 5 minutes??😤🗿

Yandere little Rhaenys with a sad look on her face🥺, Modern Reader sighs “Calm down, sweetie. I’m not leaving you alone”😤☺️😘 and Rhaenys smiled (she calmed down pretty fast, manipulation? Who knows)

And after many years when Modern Reader appeared again after many years, yandere platonic The Conquerors were so happy to see Modern Reader. Modern Reader sees the Conquerors as children and even acts around them as nanny or as an older sister, but yandere Visenya, Aegon and Rhaenys want Modern Reader to marry them.

Modern Reader: Oh, here you are, my little dragons 🥰 You were so little and now you grown up.

Yandere Visenya: Yes and now we want to marry you 🥰

Yandere Aegon and Rhaenys agree with her.☺️☺️

Modern Reader: WAIT WHAT?!!😳🤯

Modern Reader is super shocked, and she’s thinking “Daenys, I promised you I’ll keep an eye on your family. But I didn’t promise to marry your descendants!!!” And Modern Reader definitely say something like that “Kids, listen to me. I promised your ancestor, my best friend that I would keep an eye on you, but I didn’t promise or said that I would marry you.”

Imagine: Yandere dead Daenys is watching all of this

I don’t know why, but I think it’s funny, especially when yandere little Rhaenys doesn’t want to sleep without Modern Reader. Like you leaving your little sibling and you finally alone, only for your little sibling to wake up and search for you. 😅 Or when Visenya, Aegon and Rhaenys rival each other and Visenya says “I got her first”😏 then Aegon says “She said I was cute and quiet when I was little, that means she loves me.”😤And Rhaenys replies “She spent more time with me and she was holding me when I slept in bed, she loves me more”😏

It's funny to us. The song is not funny at all for the reader.😅 The reader is trapped with three possessive dragons surrounding him. The rivalry between the tip will never end. They fight for the reader at least a few times a day. The poor reader never spends time alone and has a quiet peaceful day.

[let-me-lyric]

Ok so this is def gonna be some sort of FOB blog now. My hyperfixation has returned babyyy (and I really hope this one sticks around for a while).

Anyway.

I think we need to give more love to American Beauty/American Psycho. Like I know on Spotify that it’s technically their most popular album but tbf we can probably all agree that that’s because of Centuries. There’s also Uma Thurman which is pretty popular (for good reason, it’s a BANGER) but the rest of the album deserves some love too.

Irresistible is lowkey my strut song, I love it so much.

The title track (AB/AP but I ain’t writing allat) took me a bit to get into but the bridge especially is actually such a good song? Currently playing it on repeat which is what prompted me to write this entire thing out.

Centuries is iconic and I love it I really do, it was how I found out about FOB and it deserves all the love it gets.

The Kids Aren’t Alright is honestly not really my fave but idk bro the lyrics really hit.

Uma Thurman gets me so hyped every time I hear it, I LOVE IT!

Jet Pack Blues is once more not as high energy as I usually like but they popped off with the lyrics “she’s singing ‘baby come home’ in a melody of tears while the rhythm of the rain keeps time”??? How did such a line get brainstormed and where do I get some of that absolute skill???

Novocaine is such an angry, gritty song and I don’t know what else I can say about it. Def one of my faves on the album but this is also lowkey my favorite album (lowkey, it’s not like I can just pick ONE 😥) so that tracks.

Fourth of July is ofc sad but it’s almost kinda cute if that makes sense? Like it makes me think of a cute romance that didn’t end so well. Not exactly the best vibes to bring to a Fourth of July part but you best believe I ABSOLUTELY will be adding it to the playlist.

Favorite Record is similar, but it almost feels like a more… homemade(?) sound. Softer might be a better word. Like the background instrument are kinda toned down or something. It expresses such a similar meaning in such a different way IDK

Immortals feels like the earlier part of a relationship that you know is technically doomed to fail but you really don’t want to let go of. All of the time references really cement that idea for me. There’s more I was going to say but I forgot it so.

Twin Skeleton’s (Hotel In NYC). Now what do I even say about this one? Honestly, I’ve run out of things to say right now but let’s just say that if I heard this one in concert I would probably die. S tier. No further notes.

Also this is maybe an important disclaimer: I have zero experience with love and I don’t intend to get any (aromantic babyyy 😍). So my analysis might be a bit inaccurate but who’s doing research for smth like this anyway?

TL;DR: y’all are SLEEPING on AB/AP, but also every album is equally good in its own way (altho I’m ngl I could never bring myself to listen to evening out with your girlfriend but someday I will, promise).

…yeah. I think it’s clear how not normal I am about this band.

[streaminn]

Streamer Enid rarely brings her wife on. She has to deal with the media enough, she can't really imagine Willa would want to spend more time being watched. The few times she does join is while Enid's playing good horror games. And it need to be something incredible. She just kinda... sits? In the dark? Like a bat? A little goblin? She wears dark clothing, and because the camera is focused on Enid, you can't tell who's beside her.

Chat:

Darkenedfrogs: who's that next to you?? Bestie it's rude to hide things from your chat

"Oh!" Enid turns off her head to face the shadows, you can barely see the beginnings of a pale face "it's the wife!" Enid makes a show of propping her arms up in 'ta-da!' Fashion. No one can see what she's showing off in the dark.

Forestwater: a wife?? Does willa know?? 😔 😟 🙁 😥 😞 😿

"Guys- she- how dare!" Enid stammers, embarrassed.

"Yes, darling. Does Willa know?"

"Honey!"

Thismanatemyson: screaming crying throwing up i cant believe youd cheat on wednesday like this

Shakingbears: ayo whats your wifes @ she got a nice voice

"No- hey!" Enid points a finger at the camera, pouting "no flirting with the wife!"

"I should join your streams more often, Cara Mia."

HomosexualSimpson: i just lost my virginity from her voice

Bootbiter: bro did anyone else catch the stream where you could see the wifes hands?? because gawd DAMN

Mycatsnameismichael: this woman has no major identity and shes already got people asking if they can pay to be called a good boy/girl/toy

"Oh no," Enid whines "I've made a critical mistake- an oversight!"

"It's not that bad, dear."

"But it is! My chat's a buncha bottoms!"

"I mean..."

"Don't you dare!"

"So are you."

Darkenedfrogs: damn drag her ass wife

HomosexualSimpson: i thought it was public knowledge that Endespair was a bottom?? She dresses like that??

Yoshiwalksweird: i would give my life savings for your wife to choke me

"Guys!" Enid yelps, red-faced.

The chat explodes

"Dad's mad. scared 🥶 shaking 😱"

"sorry father figure"

"Sorry Daddy, we've been naughty"

"That's it! No wifey for a week!" Enid's neck whips around so hard it hurts "and you, young lady, are sleeping on the couch tonight!"

"Wait-" the wife starts, placing a cold hand on Enid's forearm "let's not be hasty-"

"The couch!"

It's quiet for a moment. The only sound you can hear is Enid's pc fans. Enid paused the game once the chat started going bonkers.

"...can I sleep in the bed if I bottom?"

"3 nights!"

"Wait-"

Wednesday did, in fact, sleep on the couch for 3 nights. No amount of pouting and promising to not speak of Enid being a bottom saved her.

(not the Enid bottom slander. Sorry yall if you came in for that but I'm a top Enid writer if the situation comes up)

"is my clothes that bad..?" Enid whines, looking down at her sweat shirt with the words sweatpants printed on it. "I think it's funny."

Wednesday leans back in bed while eyeing the cloth. "your humor is atrocious."

[j2lx]

Asking Them "What is Love?": Part 1

Warnings: (not really a warning but) pet names used affectionately (pretty boy, babe, baby, princess, mochi), Gojo is a tease and pretends that yall are FWB, angst to fluff in Maki's part (mentions of the Zenin Clan)

A/n: Sorry for not posting last week 😥😭 It might be the holidays but I still have training for my club activities and yeah I needed to rest a little! Double fic next week I promise 🥺

This is inspired by that one Vanitas no Carte scene ifykyk 😉🙃 (since I just finished Cour 2 of Vanitas no Carte also if you haven't watched it yet, I highly recommend it!!!)

Characters: Itadori Yuuji, Fushiguro Megumi, Kugisaki Nobara, Gojo Satoru, Zenin Maki x Gender Neutral!reader

Itadori Yuuji

"Hey Yuuji, what is love?" The random question you asked while you and your boyfriend were cuddling on his bed was answered by Itadori's confused look.

He cocked his head to the side, his face scrunched up in confusion. "Isn't love what you feel for me?" He asked, cupping your face. You leaned into his touch while replying, "Of course baby, but how does someone describe love? Like what's it's equal to? You know what I mean?"

Itadori looked even more confused at this, but started thinking really hard about it nonetheless. "You know what nevermind. It probably-", you were cut off by your boyfriend's answer, his words catching you off guard.

"Well, there's no guarantee we'll meet someone we can love and who loves us back in this world, so love is a blessing, a huge one. Love is warm, you know? It kind of just embraces you into a huge warm hug whenever you see the person you love. It overwhelms you and at that moment, you can only feel the rush of affection for the person you love. At first, you'll get nervous when spending time with the person you love. But over time, it becomes so natural that hanging out together feels right, and it comforts you, like warmth on a cold and snowy winter day. That's how it is for me when I'm with you," he replied, his serious expression melting into one of pure love for you.

"Awwww my baby is so sweet! I love you so much Yuuji!" You said as you hugged him really tight, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He presses a kiss to the top of you head, hugging you back as he says,

"I love you too. So so much."

Fushiguro Megumi

"Megumi, what is love?"

Megumi shut the book he was reading as you curled up closer to him under the blankets on his bed, a slight blush on his face. "What's with the sudden and random question?" he asks, looking away from you while trying to hide his flustered face.

"Is my pretty boy flustered from just one innocent question that I wanted his opinion on?" you asked, seemingly innocent. The large smile on your face suggested otherwise, and Fushiguro refused to look at you.

You weren't expecting a reply, so you were ready to comfort your boyfriend after teasing him, but to your surprise, he did answer your question.

"Love is something that when you experience for the first time, it becomes so painfully overwhelming. You lose all common sense when you see the person you love, and you end up messing up in front of them and things like that. But after you get over the awkwardness and you confess, only to find out the person loves you back, it's a completely new journey. Love is nice… Really nice. It makes you feel on top of the world while also allowing you to humble yourself. You get to learn more about yourself and your partner, and it's honestly a feeling that kind of… Sucks you in and doesn't let go. When you find the right person to love, and when that person loves you, your affection for them just overflows… And I really love you so much… Thank you for showing me what love is."

"Megumi…" Needless to say, you were completely shocked, not just because he answered you, but so because of how his words truly came from the bottom of his heart. You stroked through his hair as you pressed your lips to his, kissing him gently. Of course, he kissed back, the kiss full of love and emotion.

"I love you so much too Megumi! Thank you for bringing me along this journey of experiencing love. I hope this journey never ends," you say happily, resting your head on his shoulder.

"Yeah… I want this journey to last forever too," he replied, linking his hand with yours.

Kugisaki Nobara

"Hey princess? What is love?" You and Kugisaki were getting ready to go out on a date together, when the question suddenly struck you.

"Huh? What's that supposed to mean? Isn't love just an emotion? Love is just love," she says as she picks out an outfit for herself.

"Yeah… Love is an emotion but how does one describe it? What exactly makes it different from just admiration or whatever?"

"Why do you even think of such questions?" she sighs and pauses, before continuing, "Well, love is complicated. You feel so many things for someone and you sometimes don't know what to do. It's like you're going crazy over how to tell that someone that you know, you love them. And the prospect of being rejected makes you feel sad I guess. At least that's what most people say. To me, love is more of a growing feeling that just builds up over time. No matter how long you spend with someone, you'll continue finding new things to love about them each time. Love is something that could hurt and heal, but over time it'll make you stronger while also giving you someone to open up to. The person you love is someone who is like a day of sunshine and hope, someone who you can always rely on and love."

"That's deep… And I didn't know you thought of me that way!" you exclaimed, grinning mischievously.

Kugisaki rolled her eyes as she smiled, "Yeah yeah but that's truly how I really do feel about love… And you. Now get over here and help me pick a dress to wear!"

Gojo Satoru

"Hey 'Toru… What is love?" You asked you boyfriend as he snacked on some of the mochi he had just got after going shopping with you.

"Simple isn't it? Love is the emotion I feel when I see sweets! It's the emotion only for sweets and nothing else!" He declared proudly as he held up one the mochis he was eating.

You pouted, hitting his shoulder lightly. "Then what about the feelings you have for me?" you countered.

"Oh those feelings? Aren't we kind of like friends with benefits? Did you mistake our relationship to be something more than that?" He smirked, looking at the mixture of annoyance and confusion on your face.

"On a serious note, love might be a wonderful thing, but it's still one of the greatest curses of all. In my opinion, it's the biggest curse of all because love makes you so comfortable and vulnerable around a certain person that you just can't and don't want to hide anything from them. You just want to show who you really are, your weaknesses and all. Being yourself in front of another person, completely letting your guard down… It's like being stark naked in front of them, and maybe it's even worse. It's scary how love gets you to open up to another person, but if it's with my little mochi here, I don't mind at all," he says as he pulls you in for a hug.

"Awww my 'Toru is such a romantic tease. I love you so much!" you replied, placing a kiss on his cheek. He kisses you back on your cheek, before kissing you on the lips, the kiss conveying all his love for you.

Zenin Maki

"Hey babe! I was wondering… What exactly is love?" you linked your hand with Maki's as she tore her eyes away from the action movie the two of you were watching, giving you a calculative look.

"Ha? What are tryna make me do? And what's with that oddly deep question? You know I'm not that good at answering those kinds of questions," she replies, squeezing your hand gently.

"Silly Maki. I'm not trying to make you do anything, nor am I trying to get you to say something you don't wanna. I just want to know your honest opinion on what I asked, that's it!" you flashed her your most innocent look, which made her sigh.

"You know I can't argue when you give me that look. Love huh… I never really felt it before, until you came into my life. I was treated like nothing back in the clan, and all I felt were basically just cold, stabbing emotions. But when I met you, it's like the ice in my soul melted. You're like the Sun to me, you're the only one who can melt my heart which was frozen and taught not to be loved for so many years. Romantic love and platonic love are different though. Platonic love is more about cheering you up when you need it. But romantic love is a constant, unchanging even when you go through the highest and lowest points in life. Just knowing my partner will be there for me through highs and lows is more than enough for me. And seeing that you're by my side no matter what makes me feel so unusually at peace with myself and the world."

"Babe… I love you so much you know that? I'll always be here for you ok? I'm never ever gonna leave you," you say as you hug Maki tightly, leaving a kiss on her forehead.

"I love you too… And please… don't ever leave me," she replies, hugging you back.

"I won't. Ever," you promise and she smiles, resting her head on your chest.

Hope you enjoyed this one! It's been different from my other fics since there are no headcanons at all! Part 2 will be out soon so keep an eye out for that!

© @j2lx, 2022

[midnightmah07]

Rosantée is Voulez-Vous (if you change the meaning behind the lyrics of course)

“And here we go again, we know the start, we know the end.” = It all starts with a fairy, a curse, a rose, a beast, a girl and a west wing.

“Masters of the scene” = Literally the housewander being THE hot topic of her dorm. Awhile vice house wander hides a deep dark secret making a great deal out of it.

“We’ve done it all before, and now we back to get some more. You know what I mean.” = ALL THE PEOPLE (main ones) HAVE SOME GREAT BIG DEAL BEHIND THEM. Leona and Isabelle’s marriage, Adeline’s past, Fauna’s possession of the throne, TRAUMATIZED POPPY. 😥 So they already have done everything they could, now time for something beyond it.

“Voulez-vous, take it now or leave” = It means “do what you want”, so, no take backs go ahead and do it. Meaning, either they stand up for see what is in west wing, or they live with it itching on their brains.

”Nothing promise, no regrets” = I thinks that’s well explained for the story

I LOVE THATTTTTT THAT'S SO FUN I WOULDN'T THINK OF IT THIS WAY---

[witchblade]

James honey did something happen to you 🤔 after we got separated in that long hallway? Are you confusing me with someone else? You were always so forgetful. Remember that time in the hotel? Maria 😥? you said you took everything. But you forgot that video tape we made... I wonder if it's still there. How do you know about that 😰 aren't you Maria? Are you taping again? Come on. I don't know why but I just love it here 😁 it's so peaceful. You know what I heard? This whole area used to be a sacred place. I can see why. It's too bad we have to leave. Please promise you'll take me again James .. 😷😷 I don't look like a "ghost" do I..? Anyway, I'm glad you're alive. Anyway!? What do you mean anyway? 😡 You don't sound very happy to see me! I was almost killed back there! Why didn't you try to save me? All you care about is that dead wife of yours! I've never been more scared in my whole life 😱. Lost? 😟 Just like that stupid dog 🐶! He had it coming too! (stupid voice) Eddie... You can't just kill someone... cuz of the way they look at ya! I don't know 🤷 maybe I did. What's a little girl like you doing here anyway? Huh 😒? Are you blind or somethin 😓? Oh it's you 👤. Just put the gun to their head... Pow! I am 😏 who you want me to be. So.. what about Laura 😥? Did you find her? (Stupid voice again) yeah but... She ran away! We've got to find her 😢!! It doesn't matter who I am. I'm here for you, James. See? I'm real 😊

[cricketsjunk]

How do you think the kny boys, (specifically Kagaya, Inosuke, Obanai, and Douma) would react to discovering that either their child or s/o had cancer? The cancer where your bones grow weak and eventually like collapse on themselves? That or the shrinking muscle one!

Thanks and if u don't wanna do it I understand

Hello there I am so so so sorry that it took me so long to do this it got lost in the messages and it took me way longer than it should have to find it again but here it is I hope you enjoy it and again I am so sorry it took so long!! 😣😥

I had made a lot longer ones but tumblr crashed so here is ashorter version, sorry.

Douma

• I feel like independent on how much you meant to him tbh.

• like if it was just a "I'm bored and this huma. Is fun to play with" kind of love, than o feel like he's stay by your side until you died or offer you the eternal paradise thing.

• THEN HE'D DO HIS FAKE SADNESS AND THEN EAT YOU- after all it's waste not want. NOt?

• however if it was true love, like, you made this bitch feel real emotions than demon. He would ask and beg his Lord to turn you into a demon. If not then he'd find a way. It's deaths do you part motherfuxker. You aint dying on his watch!!!

Inosuke

Didn't know what was happening until someone explained it to him.

Still could tell something was off with the way you hadn't chased him when he pissed you off, or by the way your skin grew shades paler.

Refuses to believe you would die, how could you? You were his number one underling and he SWORE to protect you.

The great inosuke never fails -

Brings you more shiny things in hopes it would magically help you.

When you die he isn't as loud and more serious than usual.

Obanai

No no no no no

How can you leave him too?

You promised you'd be together til the end- you LIAR

Despite his rage and untterdespair he will give you more affection even when its uncomforable for him since he wants you to be happy.

Silently cries at night when nobody is awake.

Makes useless thrats to shinobu to heal you, despite knowing it won't do jack shit.

When you pass he is very mean to everyone for a while, including Mitsuri.

BONUS

Kaburamaru felt something was wrong with you first before his master did.

He'd spend a lot of the time cuddling your neck

Hisses sadly when you pass and has troubles sleeping since he could no longer hear your heartbeats next to his masters.

Sadsnakey

[cloudberry-sims]

A Decade Through Time: The Alderberg Legacy: Year 1613

Sorry for posting this when I promised  , I been feeling unmotivated to post and I just want to play the game 😥

From the Beginning I Currently

It has been 3 months now since Jane Crawford gave birth to her daughter Ruth , and the 19 year old was settling down in the role as a mother and wife quite splendidly.

Rodger , however , was still a bit disappointed that Ruth was not the son he had always imagined himself to have , and the increasing urge to have one was overwhelming. 

Jane would reassured her husband that they were both young , a son would hopefully come with time. But the nagging voice in the back of her head told her otherwise.

It had been a foggy morning 6 months into the year , when young Marion Alderberg was sent to the market to buy materials for her stepmother, when she heard something. 

It was a young man , probably only a few years older then her , playing the fiddle with such grace and ease that made her heart swoon. 

The song was unknown to her , but it was clearly a love balled, for a song that lovely must be about love. Marion felt like she was spellbound by this strangers music. 

When the stopped playing , Marion gave him a coin out of respect and praised his music , asking questions were he was taught. 

The boy blushed and told her that he taught himself on the road, and Marion felt gleeful as she told him that she also  taught herself music , but she was not as good with the fiddle then she was with the lute. They exchanged names as they went to the market- the boys name was Galwell Marston , he was 17 year old musician traveling around SimEngland. It would be the start of a blooming friendship.

Meanwhile back home , Caleb was called by their father while he was tending to the crops.

 Griffyn asked if he would be interested in finally learning carpentry , as he had been too busy to teach his eldest son the Alderberg family trade.

Caleb was hesitant though , as he enjoyed poetry and gardening more then woodworking , but he knew how much it would mean to his father , so he accepted it.

Hours later and Marion returned and started playing the same melody Galwell had on her dear lute with the softest smile on her face. 

Griffyn noticed and asked where she had learned that song from , and he could see her eyes glimmering as she told him about her new friend. 

A pang of paternal protectiveness came over his senses , after all , Marion had her father wrapped around her finger since the day she was born. Yet he didn’t act out on those feelings , only hugged her and told her he was happy she finally found a friend with the same love for music as she. 

During the 3rd quarter of 1613 , at the Horthall Hall , cries of a newborn babe ring out-loud , as Tiecia Horthall gave birth to her first born child. 

With the help of Ursula Calott , Tiecia delivered a healthy and strong son.To honor the man who gave the Horthall’s their wealth and statues ,the boy was named Arthur III. 

Yet when Tiecia looked at her newborn son , she felt worry. Something wasn’t quite right with Arthur , yet  she was unsure what it was and concluded that it must just be the pain from the ordeal clouding her mind . After all , Arthur was just a baby , her little son , he couldn’t be bad... right?

Meanwhile , Marion and Galwell’s friendship were growing fast , as they spend time with one and other discussing music and life happenings. 

Although shy by nature , Marion felt safe and comfortable with the blond musician, and he with her. 

Jokes , laughs and smiles were easy between them and it wouldn't be long before they both fall in love with one and other. It would be their beautiful secret ,for the time being. 

At the beginning of the 4th quarter of 1613 , Jane Crawford went into labor. She was not surprised that it was another daughter. 

Agatha was a very healthy baby , much like her older sister Ruth. Jane , Catherine and Anne couldn’t stop but reminisce over their respective childhoods with their sisters , and hoped that Rutie and Aggie would be as close. 

Meanwhile , at the Kellogg Farm  little Christiana Mildmay turned into a beautiful , sweet little girl. As the youngest child in the household , Christiana was dotted on immensely.  

In the eyes of her mother Parnell , she was the perfect daughter any mother would dream of- friendly and good matured. Parnell hopes Christiana will continue to be her sweet little girl as she grows older. 

At the Dagworth House , young Tobias and Amos spend their days inside their gloomy and dark house with only each others company. 

They hadn’t left home since Jane got married , which didn’t help the mental health of the now 6 year old Amos. The younger Dagworth brother had told Tobias a bunch of alarming stories that made him worry , yet their mother dismissed it as “foolish ramblings”, though he often talked about a lady wandering in their house at night , who was set a blase... 

Speaking of their mother , Mary Dagworth was 30 years old now , and busily writing letters with tutors for her sons , as she wants them to have the best possible education to make her life more comfortable. She contemplating on if she should send Tobias to Praven on his 16th birthday to study at university before marriage, but she had time to decided on that. 

By the very end of 1613 , the Rookwood twins celebrated their 13th birthday. If you look at the twins from afar , many would think they were identical , yet the differences were in the minor details.

Isabel was the the friendly , bubbly twin , who dreamed of the day she would marry and liked to gossip. Many would say she was the prettiest twin out of her and her sister. 

Avis however was the more serious twin - she viewed the world through cynical eyes. The world was big and mysterious with little to no place for woman to study it.    Still , even with their differences they were close as sisters could be. 

:: Cloudberry’s random thoughts ::

Arthur III is a evil baby , so it’s why Tiecia is getting weird vibes from him as she is a good sim. I like to explore the idea of evil: nature vs nurture , like can something be born evil? or is evil taught? 

Btw I will continue having Arthurs in the Horthall branch until the line dies out. Like I want a Arthur X Horthall , because that would be sick. But I will only name a sims Arthur when the last Arthur died , so I won’t be confused. 

Isabel and Avis are both getting married and having children. Since gen 4 are the gen heading towards the colonies and I’m taking half of my sims with me. 

Isabel rolled a 5 for babies , while Avis rolled a 11 for babies , and therefore will be going to the colonies because of the new death rolls for sims have sky rocked for all ages. Basically Avis is my back up in case the dice decides to be evil. 

[smallestapplin]

Remembered Ella Enchanted was a thing and now I'm thinking about Submas bros with a friend that has the curse (like in the movie) wwhoohh BOY would Emmet have a fun time with that... ;) Y/n: "sooo um... yeah I'm literally forced to do anything someone tells me to- even if they're being sarcastic..." Emmet, who knows they have a crush on him & Ingo and has fantasized about bending Y/n over and fucking them stupid: "Oh? Fr? On God? Deadass?-"

90% of the time Ingo's gotta slap his hand over Emmet's mouth to stop him from ordering you to strip or sit on his lap. Thankfully he only does this in private, and by private I mean their office, but the cocky bastard gets the idea to tell you to cockwarm him while riding his battle line. Ingo can't stop him if he's not there >:) (you willingly consent, don't worry)

Gotta be careful though since your curse applies to EVERYONE... not just them. Like that one time you warned a dude to stay behind the yellow line and he yelled "suck my dick" and Ingo was fortunate enough to catch you right as you fell to your knees Infront of that guy. You stopped as soon as Ingo said to and sighed in relief. You didn't really want to give some random jerk a blowjob in the middle of a crowd, yet Emmet still feels a bit jealous, taking his frustration out on your cunt knowing that anyone could potentially (unknowingly) take advantage of you. You belonged to the Subway Bosses, and them alone. Ingo is more hesitant to utilize your curse despite promising him that you give consent (unless its something violent or dangerous). Sometimes Emmet will do it for him if he's too embarrassed to ask you himself. You let them tell your secret to Elesa so she'd basically be your back up in case Emmet or Ingo weren't nearby to prevent you from doing something. They know she'd never order you around. She does, once, but it was a light-hearted "relax, order whatever you want :)" when you and her were hanging out at a coffee shop. Elesa momentarily forget the whole curse thing before you legit started ordering every item that piqued your interest.

It's not your fault that you were cursed... 😥 (I can't remember if in the movie Ella can half-stop the curse by just... not listening or if it works even if she's can't hear what somebody told her? The movie came out in 2004 and I haven't watched it in YEARS)

I have never heard or seen this movie.

Granted I’m more for hypnotized things (blame ro for that.)

I definitely wanna see Ingo walking into the office to you riding Emmet cause Emmet told you to.

(Then y’all date and it gets worse.)