#but I need u to be alright enough for now and to make peace w the body hashem has given us until we can make any modifications yknow

[moonstruckme]

hey babe!! i’ve been re reading all ur fics and i keep thinking about how lovely your one with remus and the reader who goes nonverbal is! i was wondering if you’d be down to write something like that again? maybe the first time r goes nonverbal with remus and him being worried but really caring once he realises what’s happening? or something w poly!marauders? it’s up to you!!!

i hope u are having a fantastic day!

smooches, rosa (mareagirls) 😽

Hi rosa my love! Thank you for requesting, I really hope you're doing alright <333

cw: reader is overstimulated, goes nonverbal

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

“Excuse us,” Remus says, pushing your cart between two others with you following closely on his heels. “Excuse me, sorry, can I just—yeah, thanks.” 

He knows better than to save his shopping for a Sunday. Unfortunately, the two of you had been too cozy watching movies and eating ice cream last night to think of the consequences, and now his apartment is completely out of food. 

“How do you feel about cinnamon raisin bagels?” Remus asks you. He feels like he almost has to shout to be heard in the mayhem of the supermarket. 

You shrug and make a noncommittal humming sound. 

“Fair enough.” He puts them back, grabbing the regular ones. “I know I can’t finish a pack before they go bad, so I’ll need your help.” 

Ordinarily, you might tease him about the unfairness of placing this responsibility on your shoulders, or quip that simply having James over would solve any problems of excess food quickly enough, but right now you don’t seem inclined to. You’ve been oddly reserved since you entered the store, your usual attempts at conversation petering off as if you’re trying to offset the noise of it all with your own quiet. 

Remus looks back at his list. “Oh, did you want to make that macaroni salad this week?” 

Another shrug and a sort of half nod, as though you do but you’re hesitant to say it. 

“We can, dove.” He gives you a small smile. “What do we need for that?”

Your eyes fall from his, going somewhere he can’t reach as your lip dents like you’re chewing on the inside. A child who’s commandeered a cart pushes it into you roughly, causing you to take an unwilling step forward. Remus folds you in between him and your own cart, giving the child’s mother a severe look. 

“Hey,” he says to you gently, “you okay?” 

Your throat moves with a swallow. You’re looking more and more in distress the more he looks at you, shoulders tight and the faintest of lines in between your brows. 

Remus is starting to worry. He clasps the back of your arm kindly, rubbing up and down. “Can you talk to me, dovey?” 

Your features pinch suddenly, and you shake your head. 

His mind whirs. “Let’s get out of here,” he says in the softest tone he can manage, letting his grip slip down to your hand. “Let’s go, sweetheart, okay?” 

This, you seem more than amenable to. You clutch his hand just as tightly as he clutches yours, allowing Remus to lead you through the aisles to the exit. He feels a bit guilty about leaving the full cart where it is, but he’ll deal with that later. 

The parking lot isn’t much better than in the store, but the inside of his car feels like a tiny bubble of peace. Remus sits sideways in his seat, assessing you worriedly. You’ve stopped chewing your lip, but the line between your brows has worsened, your eyes closing as you take a deep breath through your nose. 

“Are you alright?” he asks. 

You nod, exhaling. 

“Can I hug you? Would that help at all?” 

Your eyes open as you nod again, reaching for him. Remus doesn’t make you do the work, practically crawling over the center console to wrap you up. He pushes his palm in between your shoulder blades, imagining his affection pouring into you through it. You make a tiny sound, nestling your face into the crook of his neck and shoulder. 

You stay like that for some time. Remus takes his cues from you, hugging you as long as you grip him tight and swaying back and forth a bit when that seems to help. His worry has crawled all the way up his throat, but it feels better just having you in his arms like this, knowing he’s got you close. 

After a while you let out a little sigh and loosen your grip. Remus lets you slip away, trailing his touch down to your forearms. 

“Feeling any better?” he asks, fully prepared to do whatever needs to be done if you say no. But you nod, and the tension in his chest eases slightly. “Yeah? Are you able to tell me what’s going on?” 

You start to chew your lip again, but Remus tsks, pressing his thumb into your chin so it comes free. 

“It’s alright if not, dovey.” 

You shy a bit, then open his glove box, taking out one of the small napkins he’s stowed away from past takeaway orders. Next you pop open his center console, digging around until you find a pen. 

“You want to write it down?” he asks, realizing. “That pen’s shit, let me find you a better one…here.” 

You take the pen from him with a hesitant smile, leaning down over his dash to write. Remus tries not to appear too nosy, looking out the window and watching people move past as you scribble on the napkin. Eventually, you hand it to him. 

Your handwriting is not at its best given the surface you’ve had to do it on, but he can make it out. You’ve explained, as succinctly as you can, what happened in the store. That this is something that happens to you from time to time, and that you’ll be okay in a while. 

Remus tsks as he finishes, lowering the napkin. “Sweetheart, I wish you’d said you were overwhelmed when we went in there. I would’ve taken us home.” You shrug, looking down at your hands. He takes one in his own, thumbing over the bumps of your knuckles. “How about this. I’m going to tell you an idea, and you let me know if it sounds good to you. Yeah?” 

You look up, nodding tentatively. 

“I’ll go back in and buy what we’ve gotten already, and then we’ll go back to my place and cuddle until it feels like we never left. Okay?” 

This time your nod is downright eager, a sort of relief in your eyes. 

Remus smiles, leaning over to kiss your cheek. “Alright, lovely. Don’t go anywhere.” 

[natsaffection]

I have a platonic, non smut request if you’re down! Nat x fem!reader, they’re a couple and live in a neighborhood w a girl who’s young (5 or smth) . The girl is sweet and has lemonade stands in front of her house n stuff so that’s how nat and reader interact w her. One day, the girl runs to nat and reader’s house, banging on the door begging to be let in because her mom’s boyfriend beat her up or was threatening to. Nat and reader let her in immediately and go into protection mode, even when the bf starts spitting lies, blaming the girl.

This was inspired by a video I saw where a neighbor was protecting a girl and thought it would work perfectly w nat given her own red room history n stuff. I feel like she would tolerate no BS. I know this is very different from what u normally write so I hope it’s ok 🫶

Through Darkness | N.R

Warnings: Domestic Violants, Threatening to hurt a child, mentioned of Bruises, Happy end!!

Word count: 5,4k

A/n: That was the sweetest thing I've ever written. But I needed help, so I watched We Bought a Zoo with Scarlett while I was writing.🫂

Natasha leaned against the kitchen counter, drinking a glass of water. Her sharp eyes watched you as you bustled around the kitchen, preparing dinner. The scent of fresh basil and tomatoes filled the room, making the house feel even more like a home. It had been a few months since they moved into this quiet neighborhood. After everything Natasha had been through, the chaos and destruction, the idea of a peaceful life seemed foreign to her. But here, with you by her side, she began to understand what peace could feel like.

“Dinner’s almost ready!” you said, looking up from the pot you were stirring. Your smile was one Natasha had grown fond of. Warm, welcoming, and full of love. It was a smile that made Natasha’s heart ache with how much you meant to her. She smiled back, setting down her glass and moving to stand next to you. “It smells fantastic. You always manage to make something special out of so little.”

You chuckled softly. “Years of practice. Plus, I had to learn to keep up with you.” Before Natasha could respond, a high-pitched voice outside caught her attention. “Lemonade! Fresh lemonade! Only fifty cents a cup!”

Both of you turned to the window that overlooked the front yard. There, on the sidewalk across the street, stood a little girl, no older than five. Her brown curls bounced as she enthusiastically waved a homemade sign. Next to her was a small table with a pitcher of lemonade and a few paper cups. You smiled affectionately. “She’s out there almost every day. Have you seen her?” Natasha nodded. “Yes, I’ve noticed her a few times. Sweet kid.”

“Let’s go say hello.” you suggested, already wiping your hands on a dish towel. “And maybe grab some lemonade.” Natasha hesitated for a moment, but the gentle encouragement in your eyes was enough. “Alright.” she agreed with a smile.

Together, you left the house and crossed the street. The little girl’s face lit up as she saw you approaching. “Hi!” she called out cheerfully, her brown eyes sparkling with excitement. “Do you want some lemonade?” You knelt down to her level, your smile gentle. “We’d love some. What’s your name, little one?”

“I’m Lily!” the girl said proudly, carefully pouring lemonade into two cups. Natasha handed her a dollar bill. “Keep the change, Lily.” Her eyes widened, and she beamed at Natasha. “Thank you! My mom says it’s important to save money, and I want to buy a new doll.”

“That’s a great goal.” you said, taking a cup from Lily. “I’m Y/n, and this is Natasha. We live right across the street.”

“Are you married?” Lily asked innocently, and her question caught Natasha off guard. You laughed softly and glanced at Natasha. “Not yet, but maybe one day.” Natasha felt a warmth spread through her chest at your words. She had never thought about marriage before, but the idea didn’t seem so far-fetched now.

Lily nodded seriously, as if your answer made perfect sense. “You should be. You’re both really nice.” Natasha and you exchanged a look, both touched by the child’s innocent wisdom. You stayed with Lily for a few more minutes, chatting about her lemonade business and the dolls she wanted to buy. Natasha found herself relaxing more than she had in weeks, and the simple joy of the moment eased some of the tension she had been carrying.

As you said your goodbyes and headed back to your house, you took Natasha’s hand and intertwined your fingers. “She’s sweet, isn’t she?” Natasha nodded. “Yes, she is. She reminds me that there’s good in the world.” You squeezed her hand gently. “And that’s exactly what we’re fighting for.” Natasha smiled, feeling a sense of peace spread through her. In this quiet neighborhood, with you by her side and a little girl selling lemonade, she realized that maybe, just maybe, she had found a place where she truly belonged.

The days settled into a pleasant rhythm. Natasha and you looked forward to the moments when you would see Lily, her bright smile and cheerful energy a welcome addition to your lives. Often, you would stop by her lemonade stand, sometimes just to chat, and other times to enjoy the simple pleasure of a cold drink on a warm day.

One Saturday afternoon, you decided to take a walk through the nearby park. The sun was high in the sky, casting a warm light over the tree-lined paths. The scent of blooming flowers filled the air, and the laughter of children echoed from a nearby playground. As you walked hand in hand, Natasha noticed a familiar figure in the distance. Lily was skipping along the path, holding hands with a woman who must have been her mother. The woman was tall and slender, with the same brown curls as Lily, though hers were tied up in a loose bun. She had a kind face, but Natasha couldn’t miss the weariness in her eyes.

You waved to them, and Lily’s face lit up when she recognized you. “Natasha! Y/N!” she called, pulling her mother along behind her. Natasha and you smiled as you approached, exchanging a warm greeting with the little girl. Lily’s mother smiled politely, but there was a slight tension in her posture, as if she were carrying a burden no one else could see. “Hello.” you said kindly. “It’s nice to finally meet you. I’m Y/n, and this is Natasha.”

The woman nodded, a small, somewhat forced smile on her lips. “I’m Rachel. Lily talks about you two all the time. She’s always excited to see you.” Lily beamed up at her mother. “They’re my best customers!”

Natasha laughed, kneeling down to Lily’s level. “And you’re our favorite lemonade seller.” Lily giggled, clearly pleased with the attention. As Natasha stood back up, she noticed Rachel’s gaze flick nervously over her shoulder. She followed Rachel’s eyes and saw a man standing a few steps away, his hands deep in his pockets, watching them. He was tall and broad shouldered, his expression unreadable, but something about the way he looked at Rachel made Natasha uneasy.

Rachel’s smile faltered a little, and she quickly looked back at you and Natasha. “That’s Mark, my.. boyfriend." she said, her voice a little strained. Mark nodded in greeting, but his eyes never left Rachel. Natasha felt a wave of discomfort rising in her. She had spent years honing her instincts, learning to pick up on the smallest signs of danger, and right now, every instinct was telling her that something was off.

You, always attuned to Natasha’s moods, noticed the subtle shift in her posture. You glanced at her questioningly, but she gave a barely perceptible shake of her head. Not here, not now. “Are you headed to the playground?” you asked in a light, casual tone, trying to diffuse the tension. Rachel nodded, her grip on Lily’s hand tightening. “Yes, Lily loves the playground. We try to come on weekends.”

“That’s great..” you replied, smiling at Lily. “Maybe we’ll see you around more often.” Lily looked up at her mother eagerly. “Can we play with them, Mama? Please?” she asked, her eyes hopeful as she gazed at her Mama. But she hesitated, casting a nervous glance at Mark, who only gave a slight nod of his head. “Maybe another time, sweetheart. We need to head home soon.”

Lily pouted a little but didn’t argue, sensing her mother’s unease. “Okay…” she said softly. Natasha’s heart ached at the sight of the disappointed little girl. She wanted to ask Rachel if everything was okay, if there was anything they could do to help, but she knew better than to push. Instead, she gave Lily a reassuring smile. “We’ll see you soon, okay?” Lily nodded, her smile returning, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Okay! Bye, Natasha! Bye, Y/N!”

“Goodbye!” you called as you parted ways and continued down the path. As you walked further along the trail, Natasha’s thoughts kept circling back to what she had just witnessed. Something wasn’t right about the whole encounter, especially in the way Rachel and Mark interacted. It wasn’t just protectiveness or possessiveness in Mark’s eyes..there was something darker, something that set off alarm bells in Natasha’s mind.

You gently squeezed Natasha’s hand, pulling her out of her thoughts. “What’s wrong?” you asked quietly, your voice filled with concern. Natasha cast one last glance back in the direction where Rachel, Lily, and Mark had disappeared. “I’m not sure..” she said softly. “But I’m going to find out.”

You nodded, trusting Natasha’s instincts implicitly. “Do you think she’s in trouble?” Natasha didn’t answer right away. She was trying to piece together the puzzle in her head, figuring out what exactly had triggered her discomfort. “Maybe..” she finally said. “Or maybe I’m just being paranoid. But I can’t shake the feeling that something’s wrong.”

You frowned, your worry growing. “If you think something’s wrong, we should do something. We can’t just ignore it.” Natasha nodded, her jaw setting in determination. “We won’t. But we have to be careful. If there’s really something going on, we don’t want to make it worse.” As you continued your walk, the warmth of the sun on your back, Natasha’s thoughts kept returning to Rachel and Lily. She couldn’t shake the feeling that the peace they had found in this quiet neighborhood was more fragile than it seemed. And if something threatened that peace, Natasha was ready to do whatever it took to protect the people she cared about.

The night was quiet and still, with the moon casting a soft, silver glow over the neighborhood. Natasha and you slept peacefully in your bed, your bodies nestled close together, the gentle sound of your breathing the only noise in the room. The calm of the night seemed to envelop you, offering a rare moment of complete tranquility.

But that peace was abruptly shattered by frantic knocking at the front door. Natasha was the first to stir, her finely tuned instincts kicking in immediately. In an instant, she was out of bed, pulling on a shirt as she moved, her senses on high alert. You were awake a second later, your heart racing at the sound.

“Natasha?” you called softly as you quickly threw something on as well. “Stay here,” Natasha instructed, but you followed her downstairs anyway.

The knocking at the door grew more desperate, and Natasha felt a cold fear settling in her stomach. She motioned for you to stay back as she approached the door, but the moment she heard the sobbing of a child, all caution was forgotten. She flung the door open to find Lily standing there, her face streaked with tears, her small body trembling in the cool night air.

“Lily!” you exclaimed in shock, immediately kneeling down to be at eye level with the girl. “Sweetheart, what happened? Why are you out here?” Lily looked up at you, her lip quivering, but she said nothing. She shook her head and took a small step back, as if afraid to enter the house.

Natasha’s heart broke at the sight of the terrified little girl. She knelt beside you, her voice gentle and calm. “Lily, it’s okay. You’re safe here. No one will hurt you.” But Lily’s eyes were still wide with fear, and she clung to her stuffed animal. She was trembling so much that she could barely stand.

You gently placed a hand on Lily’s arm. “You don’t have to be scared, Lily. You can tell us what happened. We just want to help.” For a moment, Lily seemed torn between her fear and her trust in the two of you. She glanced back at the dark street, her breath catching as if she were reliving whatever had driven her to your doorstep. Then, slowly, she took a hesitant step forward and allowed you to pull her into a warm embrace.

Lily buried her face in your shoulder, her small body shaking with silent sobs. “H-He was..he was so angry..?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Natasha exchanged a worried look with you, her protective instincts flaring. “Who was angry, Lily?” she asked gently, though she already had a sinking feeling in her stomach. Lily clung to you, her small hands gripping your shirt as if she were afraid to let go. She was crying so hard that she could barely breathe, her sobs coming in ragged gasps.

“Shh, it’s okay, sweetheart, it’s okay..” you murmured, your voice soft and soothing as you held Lily close. You look at Natasha and don't know exactly what to do now. Natasha quickly stepped outside, her eyes scanning the dark street, searching for any signs of danger, but the neighborhood was eerily still. She turned back to you and Lily, her heart breaking at the sight of the frightened little girl.

“Lily, sweetheart, who was angry? Can you tell us?” Lily’s sobs began to subside, though she was still trembling. She buried her face in your shoulder again, her voice muffled and broken. “H-He hit Mommy! He kept hitting her. She told him to stop, but he wouldn’t stop…” Your grip around Lily tightened protectively, tears shimmering in your eyes. “Do you mean your mom’s friend? You did the right thing coming here, Lily.”

Lily sniffled and wiped her nose with the back of her hand. “Yes..her friend, and I remembered you said I could always come to you..” Natasha felt a surge of anger and protectiveness like she had never felt before. The thought of someone hurting this sweet little girl or her mother was unbearable. But she knew she needed to stay calm for Lily’s sake. She closed the door behind her and knelt down again.

“You were so brave, Lily." Natasha said softly, her voice steady. “You did the right thing. You’re safe now, I promise.” The little girl trembled and buried her face in your shoulder again. “I want my mommy..II want her to be okay..” You rocked her gently, your heart breaking at the thought of a child so young having to endure such fear. “We’re going to make sure your mommy is okay. We’re going to help her, and we’re going to help you.”

Natasha and you exchanged a determined look. You both knew that action needed to be taken. Natasha placed a hand on Lily’s back, trying to soothe her. “Lily, I’m going to go check on your mommy, okay? Y/n will stay here with you.”

Lily looked up at you with big, frightened eyes and clung even tighter to you. “No! Please don’t go! He’s still there! He’ll hurt you too!” Before Natasha could respond, Lily’s eyes widened with new fear. She clutched at you and began to scream in high-pitched tones. Natasha froze as she heard the sound of heavy footsteps on the porch too. The sharp smell of alcohol was the first thing she noticed, and she knew immediately who it was.

Mark.

Your face paled as you glanced toward the door, and Natasha quickly analyzed the situation. "Y/n, take her upstairs. I’ll handle this." You lifted Lily into your arms, her small face buried in your neck. "Please be careful, Natasha.."

Natasha nodded, not taking her eyes off the door. “Go.” The little girl clung to you tightly as you hurried up the stairs. Natasha positioned herself between the door and the stairs, her heart pounding in her chest as she prepared for what was about to happen. The door was thrown open with such force that it slammed against the wall. Mark stumbled into the house, his face red with anger, his eyes bloodshot and wild. The smell of alcohol was overwhelming, and Natasha’s stomach churned at the sight of him.

“Where is she?!” Mark slurred, his voice dripping with rage. “Where’s that little brat? She’s the one to blame for all of this!!” His eyes narrowed as he charged toward Natasha, his fists swinging wildly. But Natasha was faster. She dodged his attack effortlessly, grabbed his arm, and twisted it behind his back in one fluid motion. Mark cried out in pain, but Natasha didn’t loosen her grip.

“Let me go, you bitch!” Mark bellowed, struggling to free his arm from her grasp, but Natasha held him with iron strength. “You’re not going to get near that girl again." Natasha hissed, her voice low and dangerous. “You’ve done enough damage.” Mark fought against her hold, but it was futile. Natasha easily forced him to the ground and held him there. She could feel his muscles tense under her grip, but she didn’t relent.

Upstairs, you quickly brought Lily into the guest room and gently set her on the bed. “Lily, it’s okay. You’re safe here, understand? I’ll make sure of it.” Lily was still trembling, her eyes wide with fear. “Will he hurt Natasha?”

“No," you said firmly, though the fear for Natasha grew within you. "Natasha is very strong, and she’ll make sure he can’t hurt anyone anymore. But I need to make a call, okay? We need to call the police so they can help us.” Lily nodded hesitantly, curling up with her stuffed animal. You quickly pulled out your phone and dialed 911, your voice trembling slightly as you explained the situation to the dispatcher.

Downstairs, Natasha was still holding Mark down on the floor, her mind racing. She knew she needed to get Rachel and Lily out of this situation permanently, but for now, Mark was the immediate threat. The sound of sirens in the distance brought a sense of relief. Help was on the way. Mark groaned beneath her, still struggling weakly. “You..you can’t do this!! Who do you think you are?!”

Natasha leaned closer to him, her voice a deadly whisper. “Oh, watch me.” Minutes later, two police officers burst into the house. Natasha stood up and released Mark, the officers immediately moving to restrain him. He was still shouting, hurling curses and threats, but Natasha felt nothing but disgust as they hauled him to his feet. “Are you alright?” one of the officers asked as they led Mark out of the house.

“I’m fine." Natasha replied coolly. “But you should check on the mother across the street. I think she’s in bad shape.” The officer nodded seriously. “We’ll take care of it. Thank you for stepping in.” Natasha watched as they led Mark out of the house and closed the door behind them. The house was suddenly quiet again, but the tension in the air remained palpable. Natasha took a deep breath to calm her nerves before heading upstairs.

When she reached the guest room, she found you sitting on the bed next to Lily. The little girl had finally calmed down and was no longer crying. The sight of the vulnerable and frightened child made Natasha’s heart ache, but she forced herself to smile gently as she approached. “It’s over." Natasha said softly. “He’s gone.”

Lily looked up at her, her eyes still wet with tears. “Is my mommy okay?” Natasha knelt beside the bed, her voice gentle and reassuring. "The police are going to check on your mommy and make sure she's okay. And we're going to help you and your mommy, Lily. We won't let anyone hurt you again."

Lily nodded slowly, a small spark of hope appearing in her eyes. "Promise?" Natasha reached out and softly wiped away a tear from Lily's cheek. "I promise."

You wrapped your arm around Lily and pulled her close. "You're safe now, sweetheart. We'll take care of everything." As Lily finally began to relax in your arms, Natasha felt a deep determination rising within her. This wasn't the end of the situation, but it was the first step. She was going to do everything in her power to protect Lily and Rachel, no matter what it took.

The paramedics had just treated Rachel’s injuries, and the police were finishing their reports. The once peaceful night was now filled with quiet, official conversations, and the flashing lights of the emergency vehicles cast an eerie glow through the windows. Lily sat on the sofa between Natasha and you, her small body still trembling, and her large eyes reflected a mixture of fear and confusion.

Rachel sat nearby, her face marked with bruises, and her expression was exhausted. The weight of the night’s events had drained her, but her entire focus was on Lily, who was like a beacon of strength for her. One of the police officers approached Rachel, his tone professional but gentle. “Mrs. Dawson, under the circumstances, protocol requires that we place your daughter in temporary foster care until you are able to care for her again.”

Rachel’s already pale face turned even whiter, and she immediately shook her head, panic flashing in her eyes. “No! No, please, she can’t go into foster care.. She’s been through enough. Please, don’t take her away from me!”

Lily looked up in alarm at the officer’s words, her wide, frightened eyes turning to her mother. “Mama..I don’t want to go..” Instinctively, you put your arm around Lily and pulled her closer to you. Natasha’s expression darkened as she sensed the rising fear in Rachel and Lily. The thought of Lily being taken away, even temporarily, was unthinkable to you both. Not after everything the little girl had already endured.

Rachel looked at Natasha and you with desperation, her voice trembling with emotion. “Please..she can stay with you, right? You live right across the street. She knows you, she feels safe with you..please, don’t let them take her away.” The officer hesitated, visibly torn. “Ma’am, I understand your concern, but the safety of the child is our top priority. We need to ensure that she’s in a stable environment while you recover.”

Natasha stood up, her stance determined as she stepped forward. “She is in a stable environment. Right here, with us.” Her voice was calm but firm, with the tone of someone who wasn’t used to being questioned. You nodded, equally resolute. “We live right across the street. We’re neighbors and friends, and Lily trusts us. We can take care of her while Rachel is in the hospital. You can check in on her anytime.”

The officer looked between Natasha and you, clearly aware of who you both were. He sighed, knowing this wasn’t an easy decision. “Are you sure you can take on this responsibility? It could be several days, maybe longer.”

Natasha didn’t hesitate. “We’re sure. We’ll make sure she’s safe, and she’ll be close to her mother. That’s what’s best for her.” Rachel’s eyes filled with tears of relief as she reached for Lily’s hand. “Please, Officer.. don’t take her away from me. I can’t bear it. She’s been through enough already.” The officer exchanged a look with his colleague, then back at Natasha and you. After a brief pause, he nodded. “Alright. We’ll allow it, but we’ll need to conduct regular checks to ensure everything is going smoothly.”

Natasha nodded. “Of course. We’ll cooperate fully.” The officer turned to Rachel. “We’ll take you to the hospital now, Mrs. Dawson. You need to focus on your recovery.” Rachel nodded, tears streaming down her face as she turned to Lily. “Sweetheart, you’ll stay with Natasha and Y/n for a little while, okay? They’ll take good care of you.”

Lily, still clutching her stuffed animal, looked up at her mother, her voice trembling. “But..I-I want to stay with you, Mama..”

Rachel’s heart broke at her daughter’s words, but she forced herself to smile despite the pain. “I know, darling. And I want to stay with you too. But I need to get better first, so I can be with you again. Natasha and Y/n will take care of you, and I’ll be very close by, okay?” Lily nodded slowly, wiping the tears from her eyes. “Okay..but promise me you’ll come back soon?”

Rachel’s voice cracked as she leaned down and kissed Lily’s forehead. “I promise, sweetheart. I’ll come back as soon as I can.” You gently took Lily’s hand in yours, your voice soft and reassuring. “Let’s go home, Lily. We’ll make you some hot chocolate and get you to bed, okay?” Lily nodded again, her small hand gripping yours tightly. She gave her mother one last look, and Rachel smiled encouragingly through her tears and nodded to her.

As the paramedics helped Rachel to her feet and escorted her out of the house, you and Natasha led Lily back across the street to your home. The little girl was quiet, her mind clearly processing everything that had happened. You carried her into the living room and set her on the sofa while Natasha locked the door and made sure the house was secure.

Inside, you knelt in front of Lily and gently wiped away a stray tear from her cheek. “You’re so brave, Lily. Your Mama is going to get better, and we’ll take care of you until then. You’re safe here with us.” Natasha sat down beside Lily on the sofa. “We’ll make sure you stay close to your Mommy, and we’ll visit her as soon as she’s feeling better. But for now, we’re here for you.”

Lily looked up at both of you, her eyes filled with a mix of sadness and trust. “Okay..but can we visit her tomorrow?” You smiled, your heart filled with love for the little girl. “We’ll try, sweetheart. Let’s get through the night first, and then we’ll see what we can do tomorrow.” Natasha gently stroked Lily’s hair, feeling a strong protective instinct for the child who had already been through so much. “We’re here for you, Lily. You’re not alone.”

In the quiet of the night, as Lily finally fell asleep in the next room, you and Natasha shared a silent moment of reflection. You had stepped into this role out of necessity, but now it felt like more. You were no longer just neighbors or friends; you were a family, brought together by circumstances and bound by love. And as long as you had each other, you knew you could face any challenges that lay ahead.

The visit to the hospital the next day went as well as could be hoped for in such a situation. Lily clung to her mother, her small body finally relaxing in the comforting arms of Rachel, and Rachel, though bruised and exhausted, smiled brighter than Natasha and you had ever seen. There was still a long road ahead of them, but the worst seemed to be over.

Three days later, Rachel was discharged. As the evening wore on, you and Natasha returned home, your house now quieter without Lily’s youthful energy. The night had gently fallen over the neighborhood, and a sense of calm finally settled in after the emotional whirlwind of the past few days. After getting ready for bed, you found yourselves lying close together, the soft light of the bedside lamp casting a warm glow over the room. Your hands were intertwined, both of you lost in thought.

You broke the silence first, your voice gentle. “You were amazing with Lily, Nat. You really helped her through something so terrible.” Natasha turned her head slightly to look into your eyes, a small smile playing on her lips. “I just wanted to make sure she was safe. She’s a strong little girl, but no one should have to go through what she did.”

You nodded, your gaze softening as you brushed a strand of hair from Natasha’s face. “You have such a strong protective instinct. That’s one of the things I love most about you.” Natasha’s smile faded a little, and she looked away, her eyes clouded with memories she rarely let surface. You, always sensitive to her moods, hesitated before speaking again.

“Nat..h-have you ever thought about..starting a family of our own?” you asked quietly, your voice filled with both hope and caution. Natasha held her breath for a moment, feeling her heart tighten. She had always known this conversation would come eventually, but now that you had voiced it, it felt even more real. She took a deep breath before answering, her voice calm but tinged with deep pain.

“You know that I…The Red Room made sure that..” Your heart aching at the thought of all the horrors Natasha had endured, and the irreversible damage done to her body. It was a subject Natasha rarely spoke about, and you had always respected that, never pushing, because you knew how deeply the pain ran. “I know, Nat.." you said softly, holding her hand a little tighter. “But..family doesn’t have to be just biological. Look at what we’ve done for Lily in just a few days. You were there for her like a mother would be. And I think..I think you’d make an incredible mom. And..if it’s okay to say this..But what if I get pregnant?”

Natasha looked into your eyes, her green eyes reflecting the inner battle she was fighting. “But what if..what if I can’t do it? What if I can’t be what a child needs? I’ve spent my whole life fighting, Y/n. I’m not sure I even know how to be..normal.”

You smiled, leaning in to give her a gentle kiss on the forehead. “You don’t have to be anything other than yourself, Natasha. That’s exactly why I love you. And being parents doesn’t mean we have to be perfect. It means loving, protecting, and doing our best.” Natasha’s heart ached with a mix of longing and fear. The thought of having a family, of creating something good and whole out of the broken pieces of her past, was both terrifying and tempting. But as she looked into your eyes, she felt a warmth, a hope she hadn’t allowed herself to feel in a long time.

“Do you really think we could do it?” Natasha asked, her voice barely more than a whisper. You nodded, your eyes shining with love and certainty. “Yes, I do. And we’d do it together, just like we do everything else. We don’t have to decide right now, but..I wanted you to know that I’ve been thinking about it. And I would want to do it with you.”

Natasha was silent for a long moment, letting the idea settle in her heart. It was a difficult topic, one that opened old wounds, but your unwavering support gave her the courage to at least consider it. Finally, Natasha nodded slightly, her grip on your hand tightening just a little. “Maybe..maybe one day. I don’t know if I’m ready yet, but..I’d like to think about it. With you.”

You smiled, your heart swelling with even more love for the woman beside you. “That’s all I could ever want, Nat..Everything in its own time.” The two of you lay there in silence for a while, holding each other close, the weight of the conversation gradually giving way to a deep, comforting sense of connection. Outside, the night was quiet and peaceful, and inside, in the warmth of your love, the future seemed a little less daunting. As Natasha closed her eyes, feeling the steady rhythm of your heartbeat under her hand, she allowed herself to dream of a future where the two of you could build a family together. It was a new and unfamiliar dream, but with you by her side, it no longer seemed impossible. And with you beside her, she knew you could face whatever the future had in store for you both.

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[pjoxreader]

hi!! could i request an ex!jason grace angst thing where he breaks up w u for piper (feel like crying lol)

Jason Breaks Up With Reader

((angst inbound))

Jason Grace

-He was finally back, after months of worrying and stressing Jason was finally coming back home to camp. You couldn’t wait to hear the stories he had, to tell you about the adventures he went on.

-You make your way through the crowd getting to the front and that’s when you see him. Your heart jumps into your throat in excitement but then drops just as quickly as you see him helping another woman down from the ship.

-She was beautiful, her smile was radiant and filled with love. The look in their eyes told you everything you needed to know. You couldn’t help your breath from hitching as you stare at the two. Jason looks at you, those beautiful sky blue eyes staring at you as his eyebrows knit together in confusion.

-You couldn’t bear to look at him, those blue eyes staring into your soul so you turn and leave. It was supposed to be a big peace treaty between the two camps, it was supposed to be a celebration but you couldn’t stop the tears that were streaming down your face as you ran to your cabin.

-You weren’t sure how long you were sobbing into your pillow, but it had gotten to the point that you had no more tears left to cry. Just staring at the picture of you and Jason you had on the nightstand eyes red and puffy. A knock on the door breaks you from your thoughts. 

-You hesitate but force yourself up to see who it was, sure enough there stood Jason. He looked guilty but you moved to let him come in. He explains everything. From how he lost his memories, waking up on the bus and meeting Leo and Piper, their adventures and how he fell in love with Piper.

-”I… I’m sorry. I don’t want to hurt you… I… I feel like I do care about you but…” Jason looks down at the ground, the guilt clearly crushing him. You force yourself to take a breath placing a hand on his shoulder. “She’s beautiful.” you force a smile and nod to him even now trying to reassure him and comfort him.  “I… I just need some time alone.” Jason looked worried but seeing how serious you were he nodded. “Alright… I’m… I’m sorry.” with that he leaves you all alone once again, hating yourself for loving a man who didn’t love you back.

~Masterlist & Rules~

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[darlinguistics]

hey guys happy holidayss~ i know a rambley lil impromptu post-festivities inebriated post isnt very studyblrcore of me but i hope you guys see me not just as a studyblr but as a cool older cousin type, or if youre older than me, then as an angel sent to heal your inner child with nonserious-serious vibes and nihilistic optimism <3

speaking of new years i wonder if i might end up making this blog a bit more langblr-y next semesterrr, i think im about decent enough in korean to feel okay making more content about/in it. or if im not then im gonna start aiming for it more lol!!

im hoping to make my korean studying more consistent and almost mundane or like low pressure, so that instead of cramming and hyperfocusing on it a lot and forgetting my other classes i can just make studying habits part of my routine and a constant so i can have better focus when i work on other things, if that makes sense idk if i explained that well. but i also reallyyyy love learning korean so the hyperfocusing will still happen lol

i really wanna write more this year both personal journaling and practice/hobby journaling for korean plus my academic/intellectual thoughts?? i never like really write those down and i wonder why not. i also want to be off line more and i feel like getting better at irl communications helps that a lot even if its just personal journaling no one else reads. its a good to remind myself that i can articulate myself if i try lol

ooh and i want to become really good at pilates idk, somethings been awoken in me this last month about it, and its been too long since i had a hobby that was physically active like that so i am restless lol. so ig it doesnt have to be pilates if i get bored and try smth else thats cool too

hm what else. idk i just kinda wanna be more expressive yknow, in minor and major ways. i have a lot a of thoughts on this idk. or maybe its an unmasking journey im on. oh shit no im def on a trauma-reprocessing journey i forgot thatll be a doozy lol. but! im growing so much~ did u know that avoiding discomfort is actually not the point of life? and that sometimes good things and right things that have to or should happen, are uncomfy? and that doesnt mean theyre bad or wrong? did you know pain ends and believing yourself to be able to survive painful things is actually so fucking important? im trying to learn those things lately. that tragedies are still worth telling.

alright. ill shut up now ty for humoring me. whether or not you celebrate things this time of year i hope you are comfy, i hope you find moments of peace and joy however small or private, i hope you reach out to people or the universe or whatever it is you need. ive been really grateful for my experieces w this blog this year <3 rest well and take care everyone!

[punkscowardschampions]

Barly & Cali

Bartley: Your present was funny, like

Bartley: lot better craic than most the lads so, cheers, even with the implication I’m in need of them

Carly: I can be funny ha & funny mental, sure

Bartley: Did you have a good night?

Bartley: Better than the previous

Carly: yea grand 💋🍀👗🎄🍄🧃🍬

Carly: did you’s more important of a ? birthday boy

Bartley: Saw your lock with all the 💋🍀👗🎄🍄🧃🍬 on

Bartley: aye, everyone was in a pretty good mood for once

Carly: feared i mightve jinxed you 🎱🎲🔮 talking of your 🎭🩰🎨🎬✨ girl & her inviting herself in

Carly: but no - craic occurred 💙🧿💙

Bartley: I know, that was awkward

Bartley: she probably got scared off though, only girls like Ali and yourself that stick around 

Carly: ah poor erin 

Bartley: Poor Erin yourself, you don’t like her

Carly: u don’t I like her enough

Bartley: Precisely

Bartley: you always say you love everyone, never mind you just met them, s’a dead giveaway when you don’t

Carly: shh stirring the pot for no reason, yous a dead giveaway yourself 🐝🐛🦋🐌🐞🐜🦟🦗

Bartley: That’s for girls to do, don’t be daft

Carly: its for other girls to slag me w out my joining in

Carly: ive no 💪🥊🤕 w em

Bartley: too early to put you atop the tree, calm it down

Bartley: you didn’t look like one though 🎄 you looked nice

Carly: nice 🎀😳

Carly: well I wanted to for your bday like 🎁 least I could do were have a night off from being a holy show for your 14ths sake 😇☁️🎈

Bartley: you didn’t have to do anything for us, not going to throw you out or nothing

Carly: owed u for my 🔒 anyway

Bartley: peace of mind is 🎁 enough

Bartley: can’t be staying out the middle in this weather

Carly: turn to a ⛄️🤍

Bartley: keen for the next party?

Carly: everything crossed your girl takes her hint for a less awkward 1 🙏💙🔮💜🤞🌠 

Bartley: don’t be starting all that again

Bartley: surely I don’t need to talk to her, do I?

Carly: 😶💚 k sorry I’ll say im keen for my excuse to dress nice again so’s you can tell me I look it again

Carly: she’s no dope she’ll have sense for the knowing it’s finished with now

Bartley: you’re the dope yourself, girl

Bartley: you don’t need to search for compliments

Carly: do i not?

Bartley: ah, don’t try to trick us into slagging you again

Carly: when’ve you ever ever been tricked by us

Carly: not even on 💀🎃😈👻 night

Bartley: but you want to 🧙‍♀️

Carly: maybe for 1 sec when I thought youd invited her 🐸

Bartley: now why would I do that

Bartley: I told you I didn’t like her, didn’t I 

Carly: idk

Carly: you’d not b the 1st lad to go back on what youve said esp w 🍺🍺🍺🍺s  in u

Bartley: I was barely drunk compared to the others

Bartley: never am, dunno how Mosey boy ever gets out of bed of a morning

Carly: I try & don’t compare you to the others

Bartley: it’s appreciated

Carly: im that u didn’t invite her

Bartley: Why’s that?

Carly: cos

Bartley: full answer or are you searching for emojis?

Carly: 😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳

Carly: hows that for you boy?

Bartley: nothing embarrasses you, I don’t believe ya

Carly: my god

Carly: full answer, cos I’d be jealous, k

Bartley: oh, I see

Carly: yea 👀

Carly: but look away or whatever I know youre after making a sister of me & ive made it weird how I do

Bartley: you’ve not

Bartley: well, you have but ages ago, not recently, you’ve been alright

Carly: oh

Carly: I’m sorry I’ve fucked it now then

Bartley: it’s best we all just be mates, see how much better it were than when you were after one of the others, like

Carly: loads better idea course it is like

Bartley: I like you, you know

Bartley: be nice if you could be around with no dramas, I could invite you to things then

Carly: I meant what I said im bringing none of my trouble to you

Bartley: you was well behaved

Bartley: might not have recognised you if not for how your laugh sounds

Carly: don’t

Carly: youre testing it by telling me how good I was

Bartley: I didn’t mean to

Bartley: I’m not smooth like Moses is, I don’t have lines

Carly: no need of lines bb

Carly: you’ve girls all over you 💋💓🥰💘 every party w out

Bartley: Erin wouldn’t have chosen us if she’d met the others first

Carly: why would you say that?

Bartley: Just the truth of the matter

Bartley: know where I come in the pecking order

Carly: nah

Bartley: weren’t 🎣 swear

Carly: you’re as decent as your brother without being as scary

Carly: as sweet as ro but with more sense than to be walked on for it

Carly: & as protective as moses said he’d be

Bartley: my turn to 😳 is it

Bartley: but can’t you talk your pal there into not walking over ro

Carly: she don’t mean to

Bartley: that’s no excuse

Carly: he gets under foot u know

Bartley: that how it was with you and him

Carly: you’ll get 😤😠 if we start talking about me & him

Bartley: true enough

Bartley: maybe it is his fault

Carly: not all

Carly: barely none when me & him

Bartley: you’re not to get on a downer again, that were his birthday, not mine

Carly: sorry

Bartley: I meant let’s avoid that, it’s all over 

Carly: jesus it’s hard to behave well idk how you do all the time

Bartley: I don’t

Carly: to be sure you do

Bartley: I’m a lad, I can do as I like, can’t I

Carly: k so you like it being a good boy

Bartley: don’t take the piss

Carly: im not 

Bartley: obviously are, calling me that

Bartley: I just get along with everyone best I can

Carly: you just are what I’m calling you

Carly: I mean it

Bartley: Why am I? Because I don’t want to bang you?

Carly: i said why ⬆️ & you’re 😳 still

Bartley: 🙄 I’ll regret saying we should be mates if you’re going to be such a windup

Carly: I can’t help u getting wound up by me doing nothing

Bartley: see, this is what girls are like

Carly: what are girls like

Bartley: you can help it

Carly: I’m only being nice

Bartley: alright

Bartley: take you at face value

Carly: nice of you 💚

Bartley: least I can do

Carly: is it or are you doing what you like again?

Bartley: birthday was [whether it was literally yesterday when you had your party or before if it wasn’t the weekend vibes]

Carly: ive the knowing when you was born ♏🦂

Bartley: did you stalk my mother for all those gas photos of me, btw 

Carly: your mammy likes me too

Carly: shes the 1 woman on site who does

Bartley: be she’s decent like me and John boy, aye

Carly: she’s a big heart that don’t skip beats cos of what a massive disgrace I am

Bartley: your mammy be worse in her eyes, you’re the child

Carly: & in yours you hate my ma yourself

Bartley: my opinion is the least of her worries

Carly: she don’t worry, I do

Bartley: not for yourself

Carly: sometimes

Carly: but I’m safer now 🔐

Bartley: You should worry for yourself more, your mammy can look after herself

Carly: she should be able to but she’s not there yet

Carly: what comes of forever hoping a man will 🥀💔

Bartley: well, she’s got this far, like

Carly: me too 🌱🌿🌼🌻

Carly: must be able to look after myself like

Bartley: I’m glad you worked out Moses won’t

Carly: he didn’t give us much choice but to learn my lesson

Bartley: you learnt it before he messed you up and around too bad

Carly: felt bad but sure it could’ve been worse, I’ve always had that knowing of how hes capable

Bartley: don’t need my gift for that

Carly: I’d never dream of stealing them back even if

Carly: theyre yours

Bartley: I’ll let you borrow them

Carly: what for?

Bartley: what do you think I’ll use ‘em for

Carly: idk watching my ma’s comings & goings for when hes here next

Carly: youre after kneecapping the fella even though I said no

Bartley: he’d be a total idiot if he came back

Carly: he is but she’s already bored by him

Bartley: that’s finally worked in your favour then

Carly: has many a time true enough

Bartley: no need to get her a trophy for it

Carly: I won’t

Carly: be an ashtray if I did

Bartley: use her [one of the gaudy ass vases you have in your house because the vibes are terrible we know]

Carly: maybe yea but I am trying to be good 🙏🚭😇

Bartley: ⏱

Carly: ah now clocks ticking is it

Carly: least you’re honest about the patience you’ve got or not got

Bartley: you who had no idea how it was kept up messages ago

Carly: you who s’effortless for

Bartley: why do you need to carry on how you usually do?

Carly: how do I usually carry on?

Bartley: you’ve no memory, that bad, is it

Carly: ive told you why I need 🍭🍬

Bartley: how often, and how much

Carly: whenever I have to be on instead of away 💀👻

Carly: how much’s a q of how many people there are & how long for

Bartley: what’s being away look like

Carly: you’ve seen the look of it

Bartley: yeah

Bartley: when do you feel most comfortable

Carly: with ali

Carly: shes 👀 how mental i am when I dont have nothing in my system but she wouldnt call us it to my face or behind my back

Bartley: where’s she today

Carly: busy, how she keeps herself 🌼🌻🐝🍯

Bartley: and you, what’s your 🌼🌻🐝🍯 going to look like

Carly: I’m not busy today

Bartley: idle hands and all that

Carly: 😈😝😜🤪😈

Bartley: called it

Carly: been waiting since ⛄️🤍 for u to tell us whores dont get themselves cold cos of all the hell 🔥

Bartley: I’m no priest

Carly: til I ❤️🎨✨🧡🧵💚💄🖤 your costume

Bartley: that’s what you wanna see next

Carly: don’t you wanna do an exorcism on me?

Bartley: not seen you do the stairs trick yet

Carly: take me somewhere & I’ll do it for yous

Bartley: where

Carly: wes need for proper stairs like she had in the film 

Carly: where d’ya know of? 🏠🏭🏢🏬🏥🏦🏨🏪🏫🏩

Bartley: let me think

Carly: weren’t yous lads working down [somewhere we’re saying could work even though it’s clearly a bad idea]?

Bartley: I can’t take you there

Carly: come on like 🥺

Carly: we’ll be in & out it’s 1 trick

Bartley: until you take a fall and snap your neck

Carly: when im a 👵 nanna

Carly: 🥺 please 🎁 

Bartley: If you do, I’ll get in so much shit with [whoever in your fam is running this site]

Carly: no trouble, promise

Carly: am I not a good girl now?

Bartley: I’d say this kills your streak 

Carly: you said you wanted to watch, this heres for u & your birthday

Bartley: alright, I’ll get the keys off my brother

Bartley: we’ll put a hard hat on you

Carly: yay 💚👽🌱🦗🍐🍃🍏🍀🧃🥝💚

Carly: & yea for the best as I’ve not brushed my hair

Bartley: birds nest will save you from permanent brain damage 

Carly: found my brush out for the party s’not that bad or been that long, gobshite 😅

Bartley: won’t say you looked nice again, blood will already be rushing to your head when you’re upside down

Carly: but i did

Carly: I remember before when u said it was so 💚💞💚

Bartley: yeah right 😏

Carly: admitting it won’t break your neck bb

Carly: friends can tell each other they looked nice

Bartley: I already did

Bartley: you went all 💚💞💚

Carly: k its my turn sorry

Carly: but idk where to start u always dress nice & look good

Carly: how you smell too

Bartley: when have you smelled me

Carly: @ ali’s when you was annoying me

Carly: & before you slag me it werent the bonfire

Bartley: I was annoying you so you sniffed me?

Carly: shut up no, don’t b an eejit

Carly: I got closer than u usually let us is all

Bartley: I know how to wash myself, thanks very much for the killer compliment, Carls

Bartley: I’ll have a shower again now if you run a brush through your hair and find some decent shoes, how’s that

Carly: hows it not a deadly 🧼✨🧽✨🧴✨ compliment you smell like 🌲🍃🌲?

Carly: ive plaited my hair out the way & im looking for 👢👢 be grand

Bartley: no dress or skirt either

Carly: 👢👖👢

Bartley: You got it

Carly: 👷‍♂️💛🥾⚠️ no 🚑🚨🏥 

Bartley: no fashion show unless you’re Moses, yeah

Carly: hey could still dress nice for us I am for you

Bartley: you who said I always do

Carly: w out trying dont mean u cant 🤠

Bartley: alright

Carly: go 🚿👖🥼🧢👟🔑🚐

Bartley: Don’t be telling me what to do

Carly: dont be 😤😠 @ me

Bartley: I ain’t

Carly: im just excited to show you what I can do

Bartley: been a night off showing off, I get it

Carly: ha donkeys years

Bartley: I’ll not tell the rest you’re back into old habits already, don’t worry

Carly: here away w ye

Carly: when do I ever show off id b scarlet 

Bartley: you know what I mean

Bartley: you don’t fade into the background

Carly: well show of myself isnt the same thing but k

Bartley: surely that’s what you’re trying to achieve?

Carly: im some 🌈🎠☄️🌻🦚🌚🎪✨🦜🌟🦋🦢⚡️🚀🐬🦩🌞🪐🎇🪁 to your thinking

Bartley: Complimentary 

Bartley: everyone wants good attention, don’t they

Carly: enough bad attention puts yous off the other or has me idk

Bartley: maybe

Carly: course you’d never believe im shy

Bartley: where’d I say that?

Carly: ⬆️

Bartley: Never did

Bartley: was thinking maybe I’ve had less bad attention than you, that’s all

Carly: as said youre a lad its different

Bartley: opposite side of the same shit

Carly: youve the right to tell girls such as erin to away herself home & she’ll be off

Carly: no from the likes of us is a tease im not to be listened to

Bartley: no one here is a rapist

Carly: Im not saying so

Carly: forget it

Bartley: that’s how that sounds and neither of them did

Bartley: you can’t accuse him just because he’s a knobhead

Carly: ive not accused him

Carly: he did what i wanted him to

Bartley: Good, don’t

Bartley: your life really wouldn’t be worth living

Carly: im only pointing out yours is more charmed for being a boy 🍀🐇🌠🎲

Bartley: I don’t carry on like that

Carly: but youre allowed theres no wrong in it like theres in the mistakes ive made

Bartley: My family wouldn’t have me be as blatant as those two are allowed to carry on

Carly: those 2 are a level of it all their own

Bartley: like their daddy, aye

Carly: you’ll still not trap me into having their daddys name in my mouth 

Carly: ive no real death wish

Bartley: That’s wise

Bartley: he’ll treat you no better for being just a girl, that’s for certain

Carly: sense I was born with if no more since

Bartley: maybe he’s yours too

Carly: what

Bartley: ‘course he’s not but it wouldn’t be surprising, would it

Bartley: we all know he’s all the children not with his wife

Carly: a surprise to me if theyre my brothers after theyve both had my hole but except for that nah

Bartley: Christ

Carly: i dont have the look of him, do I?

Bartley: I wasn’t being serious

Carly: its not serious to you youve a daddy around acting as 1

Bartley: He’s not your daddy

Bartley: Ali looks more like them than you, come on now

Carly: I look like my ma to be her sister when she’s after that being told

Bartley: She wishes but sure, there’s resemblance plus some years and some damage

Carly: i know yous reckon on him being gorja anyways not of the community

Bartley: We all know each other

Bartley: even if he’d plans of steering well clear, we’d know

Carly: yea

Bartley: I would tell you

Bartley: if there was talk, swear it

Carly: shes all talk herself

Bartley: Forget about her

Bartley: you’d do better on your own

Carly: stop saying that

Carly: I’d have nowhere to put myself

Bartley: You could get your own ‘van for [however much the tiniest would cost because obviously you know] and have a plot for [whatever much you charge non-fam people per month to live here]

Bartley: when you get a job, you could do that easy, aren’t you old enough to get one yet?

Carly: when im old as u but nvm it wouldn’t pay out how yours see to yous lads

Bartley: maybe you and Ali can go in on one together, next summer 

Carly: shes her own plans by next summer no telling where she’ll be

Bartley: well, she’ll still have to be nearby, she’s her family

Carly: she’ll always them wherever shes

Bartley: do you not want to live with her, like

Carly: id love to like

Bartley: you could ask then

Carly: i cant hold her back keeping her on site cos ive a want to

Bartley: you could go live with them, they’ve 2 less now 

Carly: thats a fucked thing to say, don’t

Bartley: I wasn’t being rude

Bartley: they aren’t all related, are they

Carly: ali’s already lost a sister & the unwell 1 hates me

Carly: id not snap the thread shes hanging on by to get myself in the door

Bartley: just a suggestion

Bartley: she should be in a hospital if she’s not going to listen to sense though

Carly: would you let your sisters go

Bartley: my sisters wouldn’t make themselves sick

Carly: by the grace of god

Carly: its shite being a girl u wouldn’t understand

Bartley: I know she’s not doing it to be attractive ‘cos she looks fecking awful

Carly: she’s happier with a book than a boy

Bartley: She’s not happy though or that’d be grand

Carly: shes time to be before she’ll never be married or have babies like your sisters

Bartley: You have to want it

Carly: what she’s after at only just 12 won’t be forever when is it ever so

Carly: by next summer again who can predict her

Bartley: Yeah, hopefully

Carly: I’ve hope ali wont lose another sister 🙏💙🔮💜🤞🌠

Bartley: Her parents are the ones who need to sort themselves out

Carly: id be 1 to talk about who needs to w the state of me & my ma both

Bartley: Who’s her boyfriend anyways

Bartley: he’s been crying about it 

Carly: mind your business I can’t tell you

Bartley: why not?

Carly: ive promised not to

Bartley: is it a teacher or something

Bartley: I’ll not tell 

Carly: you’ll never get it out of us

Bartley: Ugh

Bartley: well he’ll go find out himself, follow her about as much as he does

Carly: shes the knowing to watch out shes no dope

Bartley: is it really that interesting

Carly: must be to him

Bartley: ‘course it is to him

Bartley: I meant why the secrecy

Carly: ali dont like being the talk of yous lads, you’re after your privacy too, you get it

Bartley: She’s not shy though, not like you

Carly: no nothing like me

Bartley: you’re more alike than most lasses

Carly: are we?

Carly: shes my 1st friend whos a girl

Bartley: you dress similar, like the same music and doing the same hippie shit, yeah

Carly: sorry idk my music was that loud I’ll keep it down

Bartley: it’s not bad

Carly: oh

Bartley: but I don’t need you to buy me no bug or cup to the wall next, alright

Carly: borrow what you like

Bartley: you can borrow my copy of the exorcist if you like, when we get back

Carly: no need for u to watch it again once you’ve me

Bartley: Have to think of some new tricks if you wanna borrow any others

Carly: what if we’re all of us together how you suggested 📺❤️📼💛🍿💚 then what’ll I have to do?

Bartley: Keep behaving, that’s it

Carly: keep laying down the law & ill follow it on

Bartley: messer

Carly: I can’t do what I’m told unless I’m told

Bartley: and who am I to be laying down any laws

Carly: who I want to

Carly: I’ll listen

Bartley: only ‘cos you think I’m a soft touch in comparison

Carly: when have I thought that?

Carly: you’re never soft none of the times I 💭 of you

Bartley: Carly

Carly: you don’t like how I think

Bartley: I might like it more if it wasn’t about everyone

Carly: its not

Bartley: it’s not about me

Carly: no one else is in my 🧠💭 you’re a man alone

Bartley: Why now

Carly: I saw you cosy w erin the 1st time before she was messing & I

Carly: idk it knocked me 🤮 or 💪🥊🤕 or 😭

Bartley: Is that why you felt weird, at Ali’s?

Carly: didn’t help

Carly: but you’ve me since & no one else even notices the half u paid attention to

Bartley: I’m just not daft

Carly: I felt proper cared about 🔐 & then I remembered how often you’ve given warnings & tried to look out for us

Bartley: I meant it, I really don’t want to see you hurt

Carly: youre alone there too

Carly: moses threatened to hurt me & 💭 he meant it

Carly: u know how I regret the others, him most

Bartley: I wish you’d listened about him

Carly: I’ll listen now to everything you say

Carly: do what it is you tell me to

Bartley: don’t you want better?

Carly: what could be better?

Carly: you’re the sweetest when u want

Bartley: so are you

Carly: I’ve to hope maybe you’ll want me if I prove I can be

Bartley: you know that we have to be just friends though, around everyone else

Carly: ali trusts me w her secrets you can too

Bartley: there’s a bit more at stake here than whoever Ali is seeing

Bartley: I don’t want it all to kick off again

Carly: I’ll never say nothing & idc what you need to or how you’ve to give it out to save face in front of em all

Carly: you kept me safe i owe u the same back

Bartley: anyone decent should do the same

Carly: you & your mammy are the most decent people around

Bartley: well, she’s taken I’m afraid

Carly: I’m a bit young for breaking up marriages yet

Bartley: 🙄 don’t start, you 

Carly: when’ll you settle, how long’ve I got to wear you down & make you come round to me like?

Bartley: I don’t know, less rush than my sisters to

Carly: grand ive time to change how you 💭

Bartley: you’ve no knowing how I 💭

Carly: of me ive plenty knowing how

Bartley: only what I’ve said

Bartley: and I don’t say everything that’s on my mind

Carly: k tell me what youre after

Carly: don’t have to be everything but something to start w

Bartley: haven’t I said enough

Carly: please say more, will you?

Bartley: maybe you’ve been the only one on my mind since then too

Carly: maybe since when?

Bartley: 🔐

Carly: it was the longest walk back

Bartley: he’s not come back, has he?

Carly: I’d tell you, I swear it too

Bartley: I’ve never wanted to bang someone out so bad in my life 

Bartley: I’ve never really wanted to before, is the truth, not that you can tell anyone 

Carly: never?

Carly: but you would’ve for me 🥺😢😭

Bartley: I’m not a fighter like [your cousins etc who are better at it/enjoy it]

Bartley: Blokes like that deserve it, and worse

Carly: you’re the bravest for deciding to

Carly: how different that is than doing it w out 💭

Bartley: but I didn’t, did I

Bartley: do anything

Carly: cos I asked you not to

Bartley: Johnny still would’ve, it were the right thing to do

Carly: why isnt the right thing to listen to me im who he went for

Bartley: you don’t keep yourself safe

Carly: I was keeping you out of trouble

Carly: would’ve been my fault too if you found yourself in some

Bartley: It wouldn’t be no trouble

Carly: you dont know that, he might’ve caused it

Bartley: You think I’d get my arse kicked

Carly: no he would & hed be sore about it in all the ways

Carly: as a grown fella who ought to know better than his carry on

Bartley: he’s gone now, it doesn’t matter

Carly: does to me

Carly: you do to me

Bartley: Don’t go all sentimental, it’s not like I saved you

Carly: but thats what it was like

Bartley: As long as you feel safer, that’s what matters

Carly: boy you’re my hero 💚🔐🥊💪🔦☄️🐆🐉🎇🐺🌠🐻🦈🧰🦁🌚🐯🦅🚀🐈⚔️💚

Bartley: Away with ye

Carly: 😶💚 but it were unreal what you done

Carly: noone has ever ever

Bartley: well, you’re welcome

Carly: to chuck myself down [however many flights] of stairs yea 😅

Bartley: hey, you offered

Carly: how else am I to get your attention?

Bartley: who else is going to be there to pay attention to?

Carly: we’ve never been alone before you saved me

Bartley: I don’t make a habit of hanging out with girls like Ro does, be why

Carly: you’ve no bad habits I know

Bartley: sure he’d not call it that

Carly: not w ali

Carly: w me he would

Bartley: I don’t think so

Carly: youre thinking different already 🧩💚

Bartley: I don’t think it’s 🧩💚

Bartley: you’ve slept with him, she hasn’t, that’s what’d be said

Carly: what’d be said by him is he wishes they had & we’d not

Carly: why I’m for the bad & she isnt

Bartley: Until they do and it’ll all be the same

Carly: they won’t

Carly: she loves her bf

Bartley: Yous are just kids, she loves him now

Bartley: Ro is obviously fine playing the waiting game

Carly: wes are not

Bartley: Yes you are, you’ve not even a job

Carly: shes her paper round 😝

Carly: but more important shes a 🧠 & 💓 what are loyal & don’t 🪀

Bartley: No need for the defense, I didn’t call her a whore 

Carly: sure look I can hear you 💭 it

Bartley: You don’t defend your own name like this

Carly: I can’t mine 

Carly: hers I can she’s done no wrong

Bartley: as I said, you’re not that different

Carly: she dont act up the same you cant say so

Bartley: She’s still here, getting attention, what’s so different?

Carly: attention isnt what shes after

Carly: I live here & wes friends

Bartley: If you say so

Carly: ah here, did she or did she not invite you to her house & did you or did u not go?

Carly: why you slagging her

Bartley: I’m not slagging, you’re being over the top about it

Bartley: you talk like she’s some angel

Carly: if u say so

Bartley: Come now

Carly: you come now

Carly: if yous lot didn’t look down on us as hard I wouldn’t have to talk her up

Bartley: For God’s sake

Bartley: if you were half as worried with your own reputation we’d not be in this mess, that’s my point

Carly: its my mess i got myself in

Carly: no we & no need to worry yourself if its such a 1 to you like

Bartley: Yeah, fine, forget it

Bartley: if you’re going to be like this

Carly: me

Carly: nah u

Carly: I’m sorry you wish I was pure & sorrier im not

Bartley: Do you expect anyone to be thrilled about that?

Bartley: let alone me, those are my cousins, by Christ

Carly: how do you expect I undo it?

Carly: I can’t even through christ 🙏📿⛪️💖

Bartley: Yeah, you can’t

Carly: forget it how u said theres the decent thing

Bartley: You got it, Carls, no feckin’ problem

Carly: k

Ali: [Giving as you said that Ali hasn’t been able to get hold of Carly because she’s out with Caleb being messy and she’s also not seen her because McVickers have decided to parent, even if we’re still doing the best we can to get around that lol]

Ali: Oi, bitch, thanks for not missing me at all 😭😭😭

Ali: I’m full-on Rapunzel here and not a peep, what tower are you hiding in right now? 

Carly: baby!

Carly: 💛👼🌟🧚‍♀️✨🐝🌞💛🌻

Ali: What’s good, honey child

Carly: 🍭🍬🚬🌿🌼🍄🍆🍺🍷🥃🍸🎱🔮🎈 

Carly: u know me

Ali: Is it

Ali: How is Cavante?

Carly: ha you know him too

Ali: Won’t say unfortunately, be rude, and at this point any company is good company

Ali: even your favourite little man

Carly: he’ll have forgotten me to be sure 

Ali: Don’t be daft, he talks about you all the time

Carly: 🥺😢😭

Ali: His burn is really healed now so he’s dead keen to show off his cool scar to you

Ali: told him my bruises are way better obvs

Carly: [send her a picture of yours which are HORRIFIC because this girl is anaemic af and will bruise if you just look at her and we all know what’s been occurring here, love that you’re in a state where you think that’s an acceptable picture to show a child]

Carly: ❤️💜💙

Ali: Ouch! 💔💔💔

Ali: You win but at what cost 🥺

Carly: hey no I’m grand

Carly: nothing hurts, promise ☁️🦄✨

Ali: You promise?

Ali: I’m sorry I’ve not been around, my parents decided to start parenting, random, I know

Carly: swear youve missed nothing neither 🥱😴💀👻

Carly: site’s quiet as since the other night, only ma’s still her stamina

Ali: G’wan [Carly’s mum lol] 

Ali: that why you outsourced your 🍭🍬🚬🌿🌼🍄🍆🍺🍷🥃🍸🎱🔮🎈

Ali: a shame, it was a good night, I thought, for everyone

Carly: [her mum’s name we gotta give her one lol]s 😤😠 @ me

Carly: but yea it were 💋🍀👗🎄🍄🧃🍬

Ali: why are her 🩲s in a twist? Her and Tess can compare notes, like

Carly: - craic

Carly: being back on the 🍆 market gets her ⬇️ & its my fault so it is

Ali: She’s got to start picking better in the first place

Ali: -IQ -Hair -Hygiene the last one I saw, is that who we’re 💔😤😠 over or did I miss one?

Carly: idk idc

Carly: ive no room or time to be 💔💔💔 id go ❤️🐇🐛☕️🌹

Carly: 🙃🙃🙃

Ali: Wonderland without me

Ali: That could only mean one thing

Carly: you’ve the look of alice more than me

Carly: & [the name of Moses and Ronan’s dad because Bartley saying he could be our dad has stayed with us and is coming back to us now we’re high af clearly]

Ali: [doing a photoshoot of pretending to be this man, aka very stereotypically macho yet posey ‘cos clearly think you’re god’s gift because you don’t know why she has said this lol]

Carly: 😅 that’s gas 😅😅

Carly: I miss u

Ali: I miss you too, Carls

Ali: what’s got your head upside down

Carly: he thinks im 🖤🩹☢️🚨🚮💩☣️🦠💉🤎

Carly: rotten 🍏🍎🍐🍊🍋🍌🍉🍇🍓🍈🍒🍑🥭🍍🥥🥝 not forbidden

Ali: No no no, he can’t be that wrong

Ali: he just has a way of saying exactly the wrong thing, we know that 🦶 in 💋

Ali: not that it makes it excusable, ugh, baby, I’m so sorry

Carly: I wish hed never saved me

Carly: if thats how I felt inside I wouldnt be upside down he’d just b right & id know my place how theys all are after me to

Ali: He probably said it to keep behaving like the others, remembered he’s meant to

Ali: but that’s to mean he was being different, right?

Carly: but there’s no different enough

Carly: even if he 💭s of me the next 1s not far where both his cousins have had my hole

Carly: why would he ever get over that? hows he to? Im stupid to reckon

Ali: No you’re not

Ali: he has a choice, if he seriously can’t, then he can tell you without going over every 💭 about you and that pair

Carly: I can’t be who he wants

Carly: 👗 werent gonna do it

Ali: He’s not sure of that, and that’s why he’s making you 😵‍💫🙃 as well

Ali: if he meant it, he’d not be talking to you, it’d be full silent treatment and avoidance

Carly: its my fault im 😵‍💫🙃 

Carly: me & my 🪀💜 i wasnt troubling myself til feckin erin did

Ali: Oh God love her, we were all glad when she saw herself home

Ali: but do you think that’s all it were with Bart

Carly: maybe I am a massive whore & you’re to lock johno up from us as well

Carly: that’s what everyone thinks

Ali: I know you’re not

Ali: if that word is meant to mean all the bad they say it as, which is a whole ‘nother conversation 

Ali: you’re allowed to fancy as many people as you like, our hormones are doing the heavy lifting there anyway, it doesn’t say anything about your 💜

Carly: even my own mammy reckons im a wagon or she’d put a stop to her fellas trying to hitch themselves to me

Carly: they all see it of me

Ali: your mammy is too concerned with keeping a man and not enough with keeping you safe

Ali: you know I hate to slag her but that shit isn’t okay, she should castrate any of them that so much as looks at you too long

Carly: yours would

Ali: So she reckons, yeah

Carly: im dressed to 🚗👍 when i’ve clothes back on

Carly: could be hes a point too id be better off away 🦋🍃🍂🍁🐦

Ali: ‘Course I don’t want you running away without me

Ali: there’s no point but boys are delicate souls and they get a lot more scared a lot more easily

Carly: & you’ve your delicate boy to stay for

Carly: his brother’s not mine

Ali: Come to school tomorrow

Ali: I’ve got to get in the gates and registered but then we’ll leave, yeah

Carly: on tess’ bad side I’ll never 👀 my little mans savage scar

Carly: or have nowhere to lay my head down when I give bb his 🔐

Ali: I’m not the only one she purports to giving a shit about

Ali: you hate school, we had to come home, like

Ali: nearly everything is more important than [whatever you think is the most bullshit lesson because so many are lbr]

Carly: thought of going in knocks me 🤮 sure but it’ll be the same everywhere tomorrow like

Ali: In and out in time for falling back into bed, I swear

Carly: k 💛 I believe in your magic

Ali: I know you won’t feel better until you get to talk it out with him, properly better

Ali: but I’ll do what I can in the meantime

Carly: he’ll get the message when he gets his 🔐

Carly: nothing else needs saying but I’ll wait w my breath held for what he’s to anyway about how idc for myself & what a disgrace

Ali: ‘cos he does care for you

Ali: or he’d not be bothered by any of it, that’s the truth

Carly: don’t

Carly: I can’t hold hope only for him to decide & say I’m not worth the trouble

Ali: okay, no, you’re right

Ali: you can be just fine without him, no waiting for his permission

Carly: not w out u though

Carly: youre all ive got

Ali: never without me

Ali: I’m way too selfish to let you be free, we know 🦋🍃🍂🍁🐦

Carly: Im not ever ever after free of you 

Ali: you know I’ll still be there for you, wherever I end up

Carly: ❤️🍄🧡🐅💛🌞💚🍀💙🧿💜🔮

Carly: i love u, youve knowing of that

Ali: I love you, nothing is changing that

Ali: just as you are, no notes

Carly: ah now no crying in front of the dealer hed drop me off god only has the knowing where & not look back

Ali: I’ll order some and my ma can beat him up when yous get here, easy

Carly: I wish I could be left on your doorstep instead of @ his window 👀 my 🖤🩹☢️🚨🚮💩☣️🦠💉🤎 reflection

Ali: less of that, your reflection is mesmerising because you’re so 🌼🐰🍓🤍 it’s not fair

Carly: [sorry x 13 which again I’m not gonna type out cos we know I can’t count]

Ali: it’s okay, angel

Ali: everyone has been going out of their way to suck, how are you meant to keep ✨ on your own

Carly: no lad’s ever gonna touch me like I’m 🌼🐰🍓🤍 are they?

Carly: im just 🍓❤️ when i fuck up my knees for em

Carly: they just wanna find out how ❤️💜💙 I can go

Ali: I don’t know, I won’t say it like I do

Ali: but I really, really believe that there is a lad out there who will, who can give you the whole ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🖤🤍🤎 and new colours too

Carly: how am I to find him?

Carly: like my ma I’m too in my own way 🚧🚦

Ali: we’ll work out a plan, if that’s what you’re after

Ali: manifesting, asking your man Jesus, plenty to be done

Carly: grand cos i lied, sorry

Carly: it hurts & I can’t do it no more

Ali: We’re going to figure it out, there’s nothing to be sorry for

Carly: everything about me feels like it’s to be sorry for

Carly: idk what to do

Ali: is that purely from what the lads are saying

Ali: or do you think it about you?

Carly: theyre not wrong but I don’t think youre either idk

Carly: 🙃🙃🙃

Ali: ‘cos it can all be true

Carly: can it?

Carly: & then what

Ali: you’re a full person, not a 😇 or 😈 or🤱

Ali: all or none or as many as you want

Ali: any lad that don’t get that has growing up of his own to do, there’s nothing wrong with you

Carly: 📻🎵🎤🎶🎧 unreal song

Ali: make Caleb put it on, like

Carly: [she will so send this gal the content of you singing and dancing to it because you’re an adorable egg who actually deserves only good things]

Ali: 😍😍😍

Carly: [and I won’t feel bad about this girl rudely dipping because she’s now vibing cos it’s a much nicer reason than her disassociating her way out of the chat/having a panic attack and y’all are gonna reunite at school tomorrow and have a day, even though first poor Carly will have to do her Effy style walk of shame back on site in the AM to come and put her uniform on and be looking a MESS even before she fully then has a panic attack outside her own gaff on her way to post this lock to this boy through his door, soz hun that you’re always going through it, up to you boo if he sees any of this or not but god bless, he’ll at least see at some point she has taken this lock off and returned it]

[strywoven]

@crookedredtie has requested a story : "Hey, don't look at me like that. I deserve a break now and then, too, you know..." His brow's furrowed as he takes another bite into his Topsicle, his other hand acting as a makeshift fan to cool his flushed cheeks. The summer heat's clearly been an influence on his decision making. He's quite obviously enjoying his cold treat, too, and is quick to make it known that he isn't willing to share. "If you want one so bad, get it yourself. Surely you can handle that, can't you...?"

𝑼𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅.

Summer is not their favorite ; never has been.  It’s the bleak , brooding sobriety of w i n t e r where Kaen thrives most ( everything rightly absolved for one grand measure of the year , reduced to ice & cold & frozen peace ) .  One could very well argue the heat is what stokes their ire , FEEDING their deep-seated frustrations ; like a certain s e e t h i n g something , a lurking distemper , just under the skin , polluting their character , EAGER for the opportunity to immolate a too-fragile host.  But did such a fire not need k i n d l i n g ?  Did it not need a reason to burn to begin with ?  Secrets like those , of course , are always kept close ( hidden cleverly behind a pleasant veil & kindly air ) ; Kaen can play pretend all they like , but some things … NEVER CHANGE ( & history could verily repeat itself if we are not careful enough ) .

Thus , packed away are their cozy overgrown shawls and sweaters and come out are the l i g h t e r and b r i g h t e r wears ( much to their chagrin , though their manager practically insisted they incorporate proper color into their wardrobe for the warmer seasons , at the very least ) .  Uncomfortable enough is the fact they cannot simply walk through Inaba without being recognized , now they’re risking being NOTICED & SEEN !  A terrible thing , that.  Being in the spotlight was one thing , having people’s gaze fixed to you off-camera – expectant , prying , hungry – was an entirely different occasion ( & one they did not much favor ) . They were indeed warned that venturing into stardom would feel much like selling their soul , they simply didn’t figure it to be quite so o b v i o u s .  So there they stand , top buttons of their shirt casually undone , the collar splayed / flayed delicately to the sides for a PLEASANT ENOUGH VIEW .

❝ Look at you like w h a t ? ❞  Like THIS , apparently , with finger and thumb tugging down the pair of sunglasses so they may fix Adachi with a pointedly disapproving look over the rim of the tinted lenses.  Red brows raise at his words , Kaen scoffs softly , pushing the sunglasses back into place over their eyes.  ❝ Who said y'didn't deserve a break ? I jus' find it funny I’M more personally concerned ‘bout your job than you seem t’be. ❞  Arms cross , head turns away.  Truthfully , it’s really none of their business w h a t he does with his time ( however , if he’s going to continue to insert himself into their life , it seems only fair they feel inclined to do the same ! ) , even when he elects to spend it unwisely.  ❝ Didn't y'say you had things to take care of t'day ? … Yet , here y’are , I guess. ❞  Words can barely be considered chastising , but they are prodding him a bit , if only to tease.

A shrug is given. ❝ Well , hey , do what y’want !  I can’t stop you. ❞  Not that they’d think to t r y .  Turning , Kaen is already making an exit , leaving him to his own devices , though not before tossing another remark over their shoulder , giving him ONE LAST THING to consider , ❝ Oh , by the way , I'm plannin' on takin' y'out for drinks later , alright ? M'treat. So get your work done or e l s e ! ❞  Oh , if only he could see the SELF-SATISIFIED smirk on their lips.

[i-am-a-fucking-nerd]

Been so fucking dysphoric lately and idk what to do. It’s like. Debilitating in a way it never has been for me before. All I wanted to do td was claw at my skin and try and move to be in the right shape but that’s not smth I can do lol. Had to go out to get food and I genuinely thought I might have a breakdown in the middle of a convenience store and I was so paranoid that everyone could see that I was wrong and I wasn’t a person correctly. I had to force myself to stop scratching my skin.

[xkotaro16w]

Alright so I know that you already had a kabedon request, however, mine is a little bit different. I want to know Leona's reaction to Tomboy!MC as she does a kabedon when he is already leaning against the wall. The reason for this? She's either annoyed with something he said and he's ignoring her (she would probably say "hey, I'm talking to you" as well) or she's just wanting to get on his level, her gaze a serious one. Also hers is more with one hand and its on the wall beside his head. Hope I explained that okay ;>w>

—𝚃𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚘𝚢!𝚂/𝙾 𝙺𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝙻𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚊 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙰𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙷𝚒𝚖—

Summary: Headcanon(s) where Leona’s Tomboy!S/O kabedons him with one hand beside his head when he leans against the wall, because Tomboy!S/O is annoyed he ignores her and with something he said to her. How would he react?

Pairing: Leona Kingscholar x Tomboy!F!S/O.

CW: Fluff, grammatical error, OOC.

A/N: OHHH MY OC WILL DO THIS 2 OEIHFRAKJFBWIKBAKDJ ANON, U DO KNOW WHAT OUR OC DO AWLIHALFWKNAOIFN THX 4 THE REQ OMG (ꈍoꈍ🌸)

Why does this happen to you? Leona ignores you because he’s in a bad mood, needs his nap, and tired of everything. Today is just a bad day for him, yet here you are talking to him but he seems doesn’t listen to you AT ALL.

Ruggie interrupts his nap at the Botanical Garden just to make sure he attends the class, Crewel lectures him because of his assignments, Vil comments about his look again, Malleus tries to get on under his skin, what else? Oh, yes, the Savannaclaw’s students make a trouble that involves him in it. Worst day for the big lion.

But now, his S/O is telling him something important in the hallway. Leona leans against the wall. Ignores her words and shuts his eyes. Ah, all he wants is a peaceful day. Can’t he, has it? Just today.

Once he opens his mouth, his words make you annoyed even more. Does he have any other words beside that? He just ignores you afterwards. Not even paying attention to the topic and your words. Shuts his eyes once more and silence. No answer at all, Leona?

Leona, seriously? YOUR S/O tries to talk to you right now, tho. Pay attention to your S/O. Poor unfortunate S/O. You had enough of this attitude. You’re telling something important to him.

You stare at him and try to figure what’s wrong with him. Sometimes trying to understand Leona is hard. He doesn’t talk that much about his feelings; he just shuts up. Communication is very important in a relationship. 

Sigh at his attitude, you put one hand beside his head, or kabedon. Your gaze at him is very serious. 

If you’re taller than him, you look down at him and try to get on his level. If you’re have the same height as his, you just look at him straight to his face. If you’re shorter than him, you look up at him to see his face and meet his gaze.

His eyes immediately open. Oh? His herbivore is kabedoning him. He can feel your intense gaze from his level. You tell him that you’re talking to him and he HAS to pay attention to it.

This big lion boy smirks at you. After all the things he did, HE ONLY SMIRKS AT YOU? Does he really want to get a punch on his face or a hand print on his face? Choose, Leona, before S/O goes mad.

There are 2 options in here, either he switches your position or just leans his face closer to you to whisper a teasing remark. Teasing remaks is something you can’t avoid if you’re with him.

“You’re feisty as always, herbivore. Do you really wanna have MY attention that bad? Hmm~ Fine, I’ll give you all the attention you want, IF you take a nap with me of course.”

I DO NOT OWN TWISTED WONDERLAND & DO NOT REPOST MY WORKS.

[theepisceswriter]

Doing dirty things w/ AOT characters while you two most definitely shouldn’t be (Reiner, Erwin, Zeke, Levi)

A/N: my faithful stoned thot anon, shoutout to you for this request and I hope this was something like you were imagining in your mind. I know you only asked for simple mundane tasks, but I wanted to be extra and include more situations. I can’t wait to work on the other ones you sent me !

Synopsis: Basically, you’re trying to do a task that requires a lot of your attention or you to be silent (like on the phone, out to eat with friends, etc), but your partner really really needs some attention in that moment. I suck at descriptions sorry 🥴 If you see any typos no u didn’t, but really I was too lazy to proofread.

TW: Modern AU, hehe naughtiness obviously, choking for Zeke, also embarrassment, fembodied!reader, 18+, MINORS DNI!

REINER BRAUN: Movie night with friends

Reiner just couldn’t help himself, he really couldn’t. The first sight of you in your silky pajama shorts and this man’s thoughts were going crazy watching you parade around the house as you grabbed the snacks and needed materials for tonight’s movie night with some of you guys’ friends. Luckily the fabric of his pajama pants were loose enough to hide the growing boner in his pants, but of course he made it known to you by approaching you from behind and pressing it against your ass so you could feel just how hard you had made him simply by looking pretty.

His hands began to roam all over your body, stealing a grope of your breast, and his mouth attached to your neck, taking breaks in between kisses to tell you how good you look and how much you riled him up. As good as it all felt, Pieck and Porco were only right down the street, so you took his hands off of your body with promises of making him feel better later in the night once they had left. You’re lucky he doesn’t like quickies like that and prefers to take his time with you or else he would’ve taken you right there up against that counter chile.

Pieck and Porco finally arrive and what was supposed only be one movie turned into two, and now here you were snuggled up under Reiner on a completely different couch than Porco and Pieck while they flipped through a catalogue on the television looking for a new movie to start up; Reiner growing more and more impatient as the minutes went on. The constant caressing on your thigh and pinches he would give your nipples every now and then giving that away completely.

You got tired of fighting his advances off a long time ago and part of you wanted him to continue, to see how far he would actually go, because truth is you wanted him just as much as he wanted you right now. You were just a lot better at hiding it.

It was halfway through the movie that he finally decides to make a drastic move, moving you to a position where your back was pressed against his chest and tapping your hips, signifying for you to raise them so he could pull your shorts down to your thighs.

“Sit still for the rest of the night and I’ll reward us both so good once they leave.” He’d whisper in your ear. The only warning you’d get before he’s slowly easing his cock into you careful not to stretch you out too much, but the wetness that accumulated between your legs all night long makes it so you swallow him completely. A shocked moan leaving both of your lips, but luckily being silenced by the action scene on the tv; both Porco and Pieck too into it to even pay attention to the two of you.

So desperately you wanted to swirl your hips up against you, create any sort of friction to make his cock hit that spot in your soft velvety walls that left you clenching and squealing and him growling into your ears, but instead you had to be as still as possible while cockwarming him. Not being too careful would surely draw the attention of the other two, but Reiner still tested the waters every now and then by shifting every so often on purpose to cause movement.

He was even able to draw a weird moan out of you once that had Porco and Pieck looking over at you like you were crazy, questioning if you were okay which you had no choice but to reply yes to. Barely able to get that out because the feeling of his cock throbbing inside of you mixed with your walls clenching around him was a whole sensation on its own.

“Careful, you don’t want them knowing that I’m balls deep in you right now would you? Or would a slut like you enjoy that; them knowing that your pussy is swallowing my cock whole right now?”

Reiner is degrading during sex sometimes and you cannot tell me otherwise #sorrynotsorry.

And when he said the two of you would be staying like this the whole night until they left he absolutely meant it. After that little moaning incident he surprisingly acted normal the whole night, like the two of you weren’t even doing what you were doing underneath the cover. Knowing how torturous it must be for him to deny you the skin to skin contact and hip bucking you needed from him.

ERWIN SMITH: In a restaurant surrounded by friends

You never thought Erwin to be the bold type to try something out in public with you. The closest thing the two of you have done to it was a quick quickie in his office once with you pressed against the window of the skyscraper building it was located in, but even then you could feel the anxiety in his muscles as he pressed himself up against you; scared of an assistant or important business partner to come barging in on the two of you.

So you can imagine the shock on your face when you were spending the night out with friends at a restaurant, preoccupied with listening to Levi’s horror stories at his tea shop when you felt the ghostly tingles of Erwin’s fingers trail up on your thigh. A hand on your knee was nothing, something he had done plenty of times as a small sign of PDA, but this was different. You looked over to him with a questioned look in your eyes, but his kept his eyes straight and responded to you physically by pressing his thumb against the cloth that separated his finger from your clit.

Almost immediately you choked on the spit going down your throat which garnered the attention from everyone else at the table asking if you were alright. Everyone but Erwin turned to you and if they were truly paying attention that would’ve been a major sign that something was up, but your quick, “I’m okay!” Response had them off your back in an instance and only edged Erwin on more, fingers pushing your panties to the side as he continued on.

The food in front of you hadn’t been touched in around 10 mins since you found yourself full before you were able to finish it all, but you had to pick up your fork and abruptly take a bite of of it when you felt Erwin’s long fingers plunge into you with ease from your wetness and curl up into you; the metal between your teeth the best attempt you had at covering up your moans.

You swear you saw a slight smirk on his lips when you glanced over at him because he’s a menace to society like that.

His hands moved so languidly inside of you hitting all the right spots and pressing down on the sensitive parts of you that always guaranteed a reaction out of you. While also simultaneously still rubbing your clit with his thumb in wide circles, enjoying every twist and turn he saw your face do as you tried desperately to hold your moans in.

At one point, to mess with you even more, he leaned in and whispered into your ear, “You think all these people know that your cunt is clenching around my fingers about to cum?” No one else heard him but you, but it definitely drew the attention of Levi who threw a confused look your way. To which you could only reply to with a smile and awkward chuckle that almost broke out into a moan because Erwin thought it would be a good idea to speed up his fingers.

You didn’t care how obvious it looked anymore, your teeth found comfort in the skin of his arm to stifle moans and your fingers had a death grip on his thighs as your orgasm hit you like a wave. Leaving you with nothing to do but grind your hips down into his fingers slowly to not draw attention as you rode out his orgasm. His fingers were covered in your slick as he pulled them off of you and instead of being discreet and wiping them on his pants or even your dress, he picked up a small dessert off his plate and turned to you. Feeding it to you and sticking his fingers a little too far in your mouth so you can clean your own orgasm off of your fingers. His thumb going between his own lips once he took his fingers out of your mouth and sucking on it gently. “That was delicious.” He would state, never breaking eye contact with you.

The tent in his dressy slacks gave away all the excitement he was feeling on the inside as he watched you squirm in your seat while he did something so naughty to you in public. He couldn’t take it anymore, placing his share of the bill on the table and excusing the both of you for the night before going around and saying your goodbyes. No one seemed to notice anything, except for when you went to Levi to give him a goodbye hug and he whispered in your ear, “Next time get a room or go to the bathroom you freaks.” You totally weren’t embarrassed and didn’t leave the restaurant with warm cheeks.

ZEKE JAEGER: During a zoom meeting

First off, sexy time stuff aside, Zeke is a menace to society and always interrupting your zooms. Whether it’s him barging into the room and asking a question like “Did you eat the last bagel?” While you’re unmuted or walking behind you with his shirt off while you have you camera on. You will never know a peaceful smooth sailing zoom meeting with Zeke in the house.

But you were immune to it at this point and he was a little too immune and comfortable with messing with you while you were in them. But hey, you couldn’t blame him! You looked all too good to him while you laid in the bed on your stomach in one of his band tees and nothing else while you payed attention to the boring lecture happening on your laptop.

Once he realized that your camera was off his hands were on you immediately, rubbing up and down your legs to signify to you that he was in a mood while he made his way on the bed behind you.

“You can’t just be walking around the house all sexy like this and expect me not to pounce on you.”

You want to say something snarky and remarkable back, but a distraction from your boring ass class is exactly what you needed. So instead of protesting this time around, you arched your back so your ass was nearly up to his face to which he replied with playfully slapping you on it and even taking a nibble of your cheek. And because you’re a menace to society you run your own hand along your clothed slit and moving your panties out of the way to put it on display for him.

“I could really use some distracting right now.” Say less, this man’s mouth is on your clit in an instant, devouring you like you’re his first meal of the day. Your hips instinctively grinding down against his tongue as he moved his focus to sucking on your clit at a pace that left you ass up face down on the bed moaning like a pornstar. Never mind his beard scraping against your thighs and possibly leaving a rash there later for you to deal with. It adds a nice touch of pain to your pleasure.

So caught up into the pleasure warming up your lower stomach, you don’t even notice your teacher calling on you until Zeke reaches out and taps on the keyboard to move your attention back to the zoom in front of you, his mouth still working magic on your clit; a mixture of his spit and your juices trailing down his chin. The site is enough to make you cum but you’re forced to divert your eyes away from it as you unmute yourself, quickly asking her to repeat the question, going back on mute before they can hear the slurping noises that Zeke obnoxiously made louder once you unmuted.

“I’m going to kill you.” “Pay attention to school sweetheart before I stop completely. Education comes first!” What an asshole, but despite the joking tone of his voice you know he’d stop in a heartbeat just to mess with you and you’re too close to an orgasm for him to up and quit like that.

From the way your hips move sloppily against his face he can tell that you’re close, but once the teacher repeats the question at you to answer he pulls away completely seemingly to cut you some slack. But, surprise, he only moves his mouth away to replace it with his cock, sliding into you with ease and thrusting into you at a steady pace that has you moan loudly into the microphone on accident.

His face lights up with a smug expression and smile, the embarrassment on your cheeks making him pick up his pace and turning him on in a way. “Now your whole class is going to know that you were getting fucked by me. Too busy getting your hole pounded to even pay attention to the lesion. What a dirty little slut, they’re probably talking about you right now as we speak.”

You’re at a loss of words, not only because of embarrassment but because you can barely form a sentence from the way Zeke is pounding into you so ruthlessly from behind. His hand even coming forward and grabbing at your neck to balance himself against the bed while on his knees.

Your morning with him is far from over and the embarrassment from this zoom is going to last with you forever.

LEVI ACKERMAN:  On an important phone call

I know Levi Ackerman with his hands around our necks really get us going and the thought of dom him fucking us from behind while on the phone with our boss  makes us feel butterflies in our stomachs....BUT the thought of sub Levi whimpering and having to put his phone on mute while discussing business with someone because you have his cock halfway down your throat, is an equally as hot image.

He would glance at you from over his phone and let out a silent “What are you doing?” And make a faint shooing away motion in the air to make you leave, but he doesn’t want you to leave. You know that and he knows that which is why when you went to unbuckle his pants he gladly let you, hips even raising slightly so you can pull them down enough to let his cock and balls free from the restraints of his underwear and pants.

It was such a sudden and rash decision on your end that he wasn’t even hard at all when you pulled him out, but one lick from the base of his cock to the tip of it is enough to make it stand tall. Warranting a deep intake of air that has the person on the other end of the line asking if he was okay. Between the embarrassment from nearly being caught and the pleasure exploding in his lower half from how good you’re working your mouth, his cheeks are flushed with a bright pink color.

“Do you want me to stop” “no, no, keep going, please.”

He’s so needy and close to that sweet release already, the excitement from doing something so naughty while the person on the other end of the phone has no idea has his senses in an overload. Even the broken ‘Y-Yes’s that have to leave his lips every time he unmutes his phone strikes an excited nerve in him that he didn’t know he had; wishing he could moan as freely as he could to show off how good you make him feel, but he bites back those moans with his teeth. Instead opting for a number of praises when he can.

“You look so pretty on your knees in front of me with your cock in my mouth.” “You make me feel so so good, you don’t even know how good I feel right now because of you.” “Keep that up and I’m going to cum.”

Eyes closing shut and breath picking up the closer he gets. His hand even coming down to move your head at a pace that feels godly around his cock.

Usually you would tease and pull away altogether when he did this, reminding him that he couldn’t be too needy, but you would be lying if you said this didn’t have just as much of affect on him as it did on you, thighs clenching together with each bob of your head and moan that left his lips that he couldn’t quite bite back.

He’s an incoherent mess at the end, lips not even able to move together to form sentences and his hips bucking up wildly into your throat to release his load down your throat. His hips still bucking up slightly even after he came because it just felt that good. His mind was so clouded with pleasure that he didn’t even notice the person on the phone had hung up a long time ago, something he would have to deal with later but that proved helpful right now.

“I hope you don’t think that this was it.” Oops, now you awoke the dominant side of Levi’s switch personality and he’s definitely not letting you off the hook for this one.

[teeztheflag]

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Mafia!Ateez reaction to their child telling them that a member is flirting with you

trigger warnings ⚠️ mafia themes, flirting, mentions of cheating, possessive behavior, murder, alcohol, sexual harassment (slight)

general taglist: @latte-fairytaekwoon @little-precious-baby @yunhobabygurl @multidreams-and-desires @purplelady85 @smallfrye​

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k i m  h o n g  j o o n g

„Where’s mommy?“ Your little son ran up to Hong Joong to be picked up by the mafia leader.

His eyes wander over the crowd at the garden gathering and when he’s not spotting you he flashes a little smile at his son.

„Mommy is talking to a man.“

Hong Joong nudges the little boy to whereas he points into a direction. Following the path around the house he sees you talking to none other than Kang Yeo Sang. His rival.

When Yeo Sang places his palm on your cheek you take a step back and frown at the boy. Hearing a cough behind you a smile escapes your form. The rival on the other hand rolls with his eyes and lets out a huff.

You’re quick to stand next to your husband and take your son into your arms leaving the two mafia leaders behind.

„You’re getting on my nerves, Kang.“

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p a r k  s e o n g  h w a

„(y/n)...“

You stood stiff in Seong Hwa‘s lavish office. Your gaze trained to the ground and your heart sinking to the bottom when he neared your form. He placed his cold fingers under your chin to raise your head. Locking his eyes with you a sigh escapes him.

„You know you belong to me. Why are you still resisting?“

„I don’t know what you are talking about.“

Seong Hwa engulfs you into his embrace leaning your head on his shoulder.

„Even our princess doesn’t like you betraying me. I will make sure you are not seeing him again.“

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j e o n g  y u n  h o

„And what did he say after that?“

Yun Ho caressed his daughters soft hair while she sat on his lap in their livingroom.

„That he will hurt her. I don’t remember so much... He was really scary daddy!“

With big glossy eyes Yun Ho feels his heart shattering. His daughter being so afraid for his light of the world.

He wouldn’t let Choi San get away with this.

After bringing his angel to bed he visits your shared bedroom to see you being asleep. You’re stirring and he can only guess that your nightmares are back.

With a gun and a sharp knife hidden in his suit he drives fast through the night. His team is already ready to blow up the place.

And with the final hit Yun Ho grabs the ex lover of his wife by his collar.

„I told you to stay away from us. That she is not your business anymore. What were you thinking?“

San struggles in his grip but manages to bring out his probably last words. „Kill me, but, live with the knowledge that she will never love you.“

He dropped to the ground and Yun Ho grasps his shaking hands together rage filling his body.

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k a n g  y e o  s a n g

When your son repeatedly told Yeo Sang that he really liked the guy that was around you since a few weeks he was relieved. It was good Woo Young seemed to do his job right. After the last attack he wanted the both of you safe all the time. That’s why he send one of his best men that he trusted with all of his might.

It was only when he tucked him into bed that he stopped in his tracks being deep in thoughts. He goes downstairs and pours himself a glass of wine. He jolts a little bit when you embrace him from behind and he turns around to eye you with a sharp gaze. Tilting his head you step back and flash him a small smile.

„What’s up?“

„Woo Young‘s taking good care of you, right?“

You frown and immediately know by the tone he uses that something‘s not to his liking, and, Kang Yeo Sang not liking something was bad.

„He is, he is doing a good job. I guess.“

„Hyun Jin likes him, too. But you know what he just told me?“

You absentmindedly reach out to him to probably cool down his anger.

„He told me that uncle Woo Young was really close to you. Close like ‚daddy‘, when I asked him what he meant with that.”

“Yeo Sang, he’s not. He is just friendly. Hugging me as a greeting nothing more.“

„You think our three year old son is lying to me? (y/n), I warn you, I know him. Don’t take his flirting attempts light hearted.“

You nod at him knowing he wouldn’t take any arguing.

„If you can’t stop him I will give him a different job.“ With a last sip he finishes his glass and roughly pulls you into him to place a delicate and territorial kiss on your forehead.

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c h o i  s a n

„Dad, I don’t know how to say this but... I am really worried for your marriage. I mean is everything fine?“

San takes his cup of coffee sitting down on the breakfast table in front of your fourteen year-old daughter. He really needed a moment to register So Ra‘s words.

„What? Of course everything‘s fine! Or what are you even talking about?“

So Ra‘s gaze is trained on the buttered toast in front of her a deep frown taking place on her forehead.

„Yesterday at the gala... and I don’t know if I am mistaking things, but, I feel like she was flirting with this CEO named Song.“

San‘s eyes widened and he quickly takes a another sip from his coffee. „Oh, ehm, believe me your mother has always had her effect on...men.“

„Yeah, but, dad - the guy was literally stripping her naked with his eyes - “

„Choi So Ra! Your words!“ So Ra gestures a sorry with her hands but she didn’t want her mother to be so close to other men. She loved her parents dearly and she wanted to have a marriage like them in the future.

„Really, anyways, don’t worry. Everything‘s perfect. If there’s a problem we would never lie to you, promise!“ He holds his pinky for So Ra and with a relieved sigh she links it like she and her dad always did.

„Good morning!“ You place a kiss on your daughter‘s cheek and send a smirk to San being proud you got the right information last night.

San looks at his two princesses and has to hold back a laugh. If their daughter only knew their jobs things would be more dangerous but in many ways easier, too.

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s o n g  m i n  g i

„What means ‚sexy‘?“

You nearly caugh at your son‘s words quickly drinking something. Min Gi also nearly doubles over laughing while typing away a text for his members for their mission.

„Dong In! I thought we talked about this already.“

Your son was a persistent person eyeing you suspiciously.

Min Gi places his device on the table continuing to eat the soup for their shared dinner. „It means beautiful, but, it’s not a really polite word, Dong In.“

„Ah, so Mr. Kim is not polite to you Mum?“ That indeed catches your husband‘s attention.

„What is he talking about, (y/n)?“ A sly smile leaves him.

You groan out knowing sooner or later your son would’ve told him. „Well, Dong In‘s teacher just seems to need a talk with me about our son occasionally. And today he told me that he thinks I am ‚beautiful‘. Right, Dong In?“ Your son wasn’t paying attention anymore but with a naive sigh he slurped the rest of his soup.

„He said mommy‘s a sexy thing.“

„Dong In!“ Min Gi slowly sits back flexing his arm‘s muscles. He eyes you with a hungry gaze while he nudges Dong In.

„Next time Mr. Kim is telling your mother that she’s beautiful you say that your dad thinks so, too. Alright buddy?“ Min Gi fist bumps with your son.

„Got it!“

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j u n g  w o o  y o u n g

Woo Young wasn’t really a jelous man. He knew his worth and he also tend to be proud of the woman at his sight. Your auro caught the gazes of many men and that only boosted the mafia‘s ego.

When a man was flirting with you it was for you to play by the game. Being raised into the mafia business yourself you knew how to handle those greedy bastards.

Woo Young only smirked in the back of a booth when someone sneaked into the seat next to you at the bar. His men ready at any given chance to beat up the poor soul that tried to take what was Jung‘s.

But - he also loved your sneaky site.

It was only a button that you pushed too far when your daughter went up to his daddy to cry about how you were not giving her enough attention at the big gathering. Like the father himself their princess needed the recognition from her beloved ones.

Woo Young‘s gaze darkened when he saw you being corned by the one and only mafia leader of the west - Choi Jong Ho.

„That b - “

„Daddy! You didn’t want to swear! Mommy told you not to swear!“

„Ahhh, you’re right darling.“ He turned around to give his daughter into Seong Hwa‘s arms - one of his members.

With confident steps he emerges your form at the end of the room where Jong Ho was busy playing with your hair while talking about his latest wins in the business.

„Choi. Would you mind keeping your hands to yourself?“ Woo Young was raging by now. You didn’t stop the rival from touching you and the naive smile you send to your lover only angered him more.

„Let’s ask the lady what she wants.“ Jong Ho wiggles his eyebrows at Woo Young and you mentally facepalmed knowing Mr. Jung would scream bloody murder in a few seconds.

„I am sorry Mr. Choi.“ You gracefully step into Woo Young‘s arms giving him the satisfaction of winning this little debate with his rival. Jong Ho laughs out loud and turns around to leave the two of you.

„If you want attention ask for it. Don’t make me mad, baby.“

You lock eyes with him putting on a pout. „This way it is much more fun!“

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c h o i  j o n g  h o

It was the final day your son got introduced to the mafia world. A big party was held for him after he was prepared for everything over months. It was also his 16th birthday party and you had tears in your eyes knowing he was growing into a man so quickly really assembling his father in many ways.

It has been Park Seong Hwa‘s presence that put you off. He was an acquaintance of your clan for a long time but you didn’t really like the guy. When he approached you after dinner, when you were ushering your son to dance with a girl on the dancefloor, you immediately knew he was going to get on your nerves again.

He made jokes, touched you and clearly invaded your personal space. For the sake of your peaceful agreement you played his game hoping someone would come to help you out of your misery.

„Dad, I will literally kick this guy‘s balls if - “

„I already know about it.“ Jong Ho‘s gaze is fixed on your figure across the room. He turns to his son and tells him to have fun. He would take care of the matter.

Jong Ho soundlessly leans into your side leading Seong Hwa to roll with his eyes. He places a meaningful and strong kiss on your trembling lips catching your weight with his arms to steady you.

Playfully he turns around to the mafia a smile adoring his features. „Mr. Park. I didn’t even see you there!“ You’re quick to leave the duo to get to the toilet knowing by the squeeze Jong Ho just gave you a few seconds ago.

„Still so possessive I see. Let us leave this by complimenting you on your still beautiful wife.“ He let’s out a giggle while eying the crowd.

„Thank you, Seong Hwa. Seems to be running in my family.“

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[takamishinko]

could I pls request the bakusquad with a close FTM friend . their friend is pretty insecure about his chest . he’s also insecure about what people would think of him being trans . how would the bakusquad react if someone Mineta said something nasty to him ? if you’re uncomfortable w/ this request , feel free to ignore it , I don’t want to make you uncomfortable

have a wonderful day / noon / night 💞

sure u can! hope u have a wonderful day/noon/night too :)

perfect

a/n: this is my writing content for ftm readers i hope i don't offend anyone!

pronouns: he/him, ftm!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of pre-transition, transphobic phrases, sexual harassment, and mineta

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you were pretty close friends with the whole bakusquad, close enough to the point where they would not hesitate to throw hands if someone messed with you. they know about your situation and they completely accept you for it. 

they all took the news better than you expected. mina was super excited when you first came out to her and even though she had a big mouth she kept yours a secret because she knew how important this was to you, plus you might have not been comfortable about others knowing about it yet. sero was super chill about it and kirishima called you manly right after you came out to him. kaminari on the other hand was having an internal war with himself since he thought you were both pretty and handsome before and after. last but not least, bakugou hit you with a "ha? i don’t care as long as you’re still strong." after you told him.

all the reassuring comments your friends gave you made you feel a lot better about yourself. you had also told some of your other friends in the class like midoriya, uraraka, iida, and asui. they all supported you and since class 1A is pretty open about subjects like this you had nothing to worry about. 

however, just because most people have reassured it didn’t mean that you’d just suddenly  feel better right away. in a way you still felt different. you were still insecure about what other people around you would think about you, especially your chest area since your hero costume made them very obvious that they've gone through transition before. harsh comments from insensitive bastards still scar your mind deeply. their hurtful words pierced through your heart and mind.

"you'll never be a real boy."

"you're not normal." 

words like this break you down bit by bit and destroy your self esteem until you're left feeling worthless and defeated. people like this played a big role in why you never confided anyone in your secret. you feared that they would repeat these words, especially your dear classmates.

after school,  sero, kaminari, kirishima, and bakugou had left to do some training while you, mina, and some other people had stayed behind to help clean up and chill in the classroom. it was a nice way to ease yourself. mina was cheerful and funny teasing uraraka about deku, while you and tsuyu were chattering about the test that you took and guessing what mark you both received. 

you decided to stay behind a little in class after everyone returned to the dorms. you hummed while watching the sunset. it was a good environment to do some studying in, quiet and peaceful, seeing as there was an important test coming up.

you were just about to start packing up after finishing the last question on the review page until you saw a short purple figure pop up next to the door. it was mineta, the class pervert that everyone tried to stay away from. you didn't like mineta obviously, no one did. you didn’t exactly want to talk to him but you decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and assumed he wasn’t here to be grotesque.

why was he just standing there eyeing you up and down? an uncomfortable pricking sensation washed over you so while packing up, you decided to speak to break the awkward silence. "hello mineta, can i help you?" 

mineta wore a smug look before the corner of his lips lifted into a snide grin.

"hey~ d/nnn." he mocked, holding the last letter of your previous name.

what..?

your heart fell into your stomach at his words. why the hell was he bringing up your deadname? you balled your shaking fists and tried to calm down before you mauled the smug grape with your quirk.

"it's y/n, and if you don't have anything to say i wanna go back to the dorms." you speak with feigned courtesy as you finished backing up, scooting out of your chair.

"alright alright y/n whatever. say~ what are you doing by yourself all alone in the classroom at this time. perhaps you were waiting for someone?" mineta sing-songed while walking closer to you.

"i was just trying to get some homework finished,” you grit out. “do you mind moving? i would like to leave-" 

before you could even finish your sentence you see drool coming out of minetas mouth and his hands doing the signature grabby grabby while his eyes practically drowned in your chest area.

"you’ve probably got a nice pair of boobs huh? even if they’re flat." 

mineta mentioning that certain body part broke you. the tears immediately started to accumulate under your eyes, on the edge of spilling. you could've easily pushed mineta away due to how much smaller he was than you, but you didn't have the strength to. you felt even weaker than him and didn't have the will to fight back, your limbs being reduced to jelly. you felt helpless.

mineta on the other hand felt powerful, someone like you with a strong quirk being reduced to something akin to a quivering rabbit gave him a sick sense of pleasure. just when mineta was about to place his hands on you a certain spiky haired blonde rushed into the room and lifted mineta away from you.

"OI SMALL FRY! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOUR HANDS GOING HUH??" bakugou snarled at the midget followed with a strong blast.

kirishima, kaminari, and sero quickly ran into the room. mr. aizawa followed up upon hearing the commotion. his eyes scanned over your distressed form before looking over at a shaken mineta. he assessed the situation and let out a sigh, hands pinching the bridge of his nose.

"mineta, my office, right now." he spoke, voice lacking any sort of amusement.

"b-but" mineta stuttered out.

"now."

mineta froze at the tone of mr. aizawa's voice and left the room with him, his head down. before aizawa left he gave you an apologetic look and told you he'd come back later to talk to you. kaminari followed them out to listen in.

kirishima grabbed your arm gently and sat you down on the chair. "y/n you okay man? he didn't touch you anywhere right?" he questioned worriedly.

"i’m gonna turn that guy into a cocoon, i swear." sero followed up.

you were incredibly surprised at what just almost happened. you almost got harassed by a midget grape but thank goodness your friends were there to save you from him.

"thanks guys." you muttered out while wiping away stray tears.

"of course man! we're always here for you, bakugou heard mineta all the way from across the hall when we came back to grab our stuff and immediately rushed over! you should've seen him, it was like he was running for his life!" kirishima said, chuckling. 

bakugou rolled his eyes. "shut up shitty hair, he's in need, of course i’m gonna sprint over. if he ever says that shit to you again, i’ll beat that little fucker up again. 

"well you won't have to worry about that anymore because i went to eavesdrop and mr. aizawa said he’s under house arrest for a long time for attempting to sexually harass a classmate." denki’s cheery voice rings out as he walks into the classroom while pointing finger guns at all of you. 

your eyes lit up from hearing the good news.

"hey y/n if anyone messes with you be sure to let us know ok?" sero smiles as he puts a hand on your shoulder.

"you're like a brother to us and we won't hesitate to fight anyone who dares to do something like what mineta just did." kirishima spoke, grinning.

"you're perfect just the way you are y/n, and we love you for that! who the hell cares about what others think of you. just be yourself and everyone else will love ya." denki followed up with a smirk.

"dunce face is right, don't worry ‘bout anyone else, not even us if you don't want to. if you're still feeling down i can blast dunce face if you want." bakugou said while chuckling evilly. 

the room filled with laughter at kaminari’s protests.  thanked your friends for being there for you. you couldn't have asked for a better friend group than them. after a while, the five of you walk back to the dorms. you smile to yourself while the other four bicker and laugh, you wished to live in this moment forever.

[sailorhyunjinz]

HI BESTIE IMY HEBSBRBS AHH I’ve been so busy ... also recently got super sick and I’ve not been well at all ,, it’s just the flu / a stomach bug tho ! :,) hru ???

Your latest reaction was so good ,, thoughts r being thunk ?? Thinking about skz reaction to you rubbing / jerking their dicks just whenever you’re bored .. and you don’t even really notice that they’re getting off ahah IDK IT JUST SEEMS TO HOT ??

Once they cum or wtv you’re like ;) hsshbrbs

I have a dick but honestly it’s never bothered me reading ur shit directed towards a female reader ? For some reason I really like it bye 😭🤚

-🚬

BABYBOOOY WHY HAVE YOU BEEN SICK?!?! :((( Hope you’re feeling better now, i should give u some of my healing medicin aka my kisses :(( <33 

Also that last bit AAh thank u T-T i try to be more inclusive but like AAAGH im always so scared that i’ll mess something up from my lack of ~ knowledge ~ BUT I REALLY TRY MY BEST >< so thank uuu for having patience for my dumb ass

ANYWAYS SPEED REACTION LEGO 

warnings: skz x gn!reader. handjobs, blowjobs, cum, orgasm (m), cum eating, slight overstimulation

Bangchan

“w-what the fuck” 

yeah thats his only reaction when you suddenly stick your hand down his pants, wrapping your hand around his dick and slowly stroking it while big spooning him

you werent trying to get him off... more like... you wanted something to play with while watching the movie

boy would be ~ flustered ~ 

he’d find it interesting

why would you jerk him off if you didn’t want him to cum yk?

like that type of thoughs

but of course you can’t expect him to not react LMAO

you were fully immersed in the movie because it started to get interesting now and you didn’t notice how you started jerking him off faster. 

until...

you felt something warm and wet hit your hand paired with his dick twitching

you looked at him and saw that poor boy was biting his bottom lip so hard trying to not disturb you with his moans

“did you cum?” you say, lifiting up his pants to which he yelped and put his hands over yours right at his crotch. “n-no”

Minho

be bold with this man 

pull his pants down when he’s just chilling ASHASHA oh god

he doesn’t think it fair 

eventhough he does the exact same to you

when he does it to you it more like he simply wants to feel you all over, not intending for you to get turned on

but make one moan and this mf thinks it a game

“how many times can i get y/n to moan”

NO OK BUT RETURNING TO YOU -> HIM

it would take sum time to get him to cum

he doesnt strike me as the sensitive type and so you could jerk him for quite a while which hey more fun for you

but ooone faithful day he was more turned on than usual leading to him cumming quicker than he usually does during one of those times where you played with his dick

stroking it, running your thumb across the tip, licking it .. you name it...

you smirk when he accidentally cums on your lips and you lick it off and he just starts complaining (yk when jisung bit his fingernail in that two kids room episode, yeah that tone)

“y-you can’t just do that!!” you start chuckling “what? mad that you came like a bitch?” 

nex thing you know you’re pinned against a wall OOP sorry

Changbin

he lives for this BUT only if you give him attention

which you dont because you’re simply bored and dont want to get him off, more like... liking the feeling of having him in your hand lmao

“can you at least look at me?” you shake your head, holding his semi-erect dick in your hand “shh,,, im watching something!” 

that would be the everyday conversation ahsahsha

I FEEL LIKE YOU COULD GO FOR A WHILE??!

he’d be relativly quiet as well so you wouldnt notice until he actually cums and you’re like “...wtf why is my hand sticky”

BRUH U START APOLOGIZING HASHAS HE JUST GLARES AT YOU FOR NOT GIVING YOU ANY ATTENTION

but he came anyways so..

you try to escape the situation but he’s not having it

“nah you’re not escaping now, finish what you started baby”

Hyunjin

another boy thats lives for this 

why? because a) its a handjob b) he likes the thrill of not knowing when you’re bored c) because you forget what you’re doing and he likes seeing you surprised when he cums ASHAHS god bury me 

would purposefully make you bored 

“the wifi is down y/n,, guess we having nothing to do...w-wanna give me a handjob”

you shrug, “alright” 

you’re completely lost in though, wondering when the wifi will return or what you guys should eat for dinner

suddenly he cums,,, a lot,,,

you laugh at him and he’s kind of blushing with his hair covering parts of his face. 

“i-i’m pretty sure the wifi will be down for a while” ;))

Jisung

FUCK YES LETS GO

he would already just be naked infront of you at random times

like,,, whats the point in putting on clothes after the shower if he knows that you are going to sneak up on him and jerk him off yk?

but what this boy didn’t know was how you didn’t notice most of the time

your hand just having a mind of it’s own...

but you’d notice pretty quick 

since this boy LOUD YALL 

whiny mf 

“shush!” you say, scrolling on your phone with one hand and jerking him off with the other.

you didnt intend on making him cum,,, just giving him a massage ASKKASJSKSA

he’d act all like “ppfft... you can’t make me cum from just that-”

and then shuts up because “h-hey... this feels too g-good”

not thinking he’d cum this quick you started talking to him but were quickly cut off from him letting out a long moan

“f-fuck,, y/n..h-haa,,,”

after he cums you’re like “heading to bed”

but he pulls you back, grabbing your wrist and looking at you with big doe eyes

“c-could we keep going?” 

Felix

boy would be walking around, holding his crotch because he never knows when you attack

because he belong to the more... sensitive bunch of boys... HE DOESNT LIKE IT TOO MUCH

mostly because he’d cum too fast and it would leave him embarrassed (awh poor boy:(( ) 

thats legit the only reason LMAO

noo poor boy wants to appear all tough for you even though you’ve told him over 100 times that he doesn’t have to be, you love him for who he is yk? <33

BUT NOPE stubborn baby sets bets with you

“ok this time i won’t cum that quickly... last time was a practice round”

ASHAHSH WHY IS THAT SO FUNNY JESUS

4 minutes later... YEAH YOU GUESSED IT

and you didnt even notice?!?!

you just thought that those sounds were him in like pain ASHShHAS

because you were to preoccupied thinking watching tv

needless to say,,, he was pouty,, for a while

until you attacked again LMAO

Seungmin

ok gimmie a second,,,, i need to think 

alright... he likes it BUT he’s shy

you need to give the puppy some time to warm up 

do it too fast and he gets scared AHSHASH

so ok lets say that the both of you are doing,, nothing

and you just slowly feel him up and it eventually leads to you jerking him off

you’re not even aware of how good he’s feeling with your hand around his cock

“y-y/n can you stop?” 

“stop what- oh”

looking down you notice that he already came, his cum coating the tip and your hand with white thick ropes

NOT THAT HE CAME FAST JUST THAT HE SUFFERED WITH THE SLIGHT OVERSTIMULATION ON HIS OWN

goddamn... seungmin is always so difficult to write for ONLY ME?!?!?

seungmin stans are already knocking on my door SORRY IM TRYING

Jeongin

BLUSHY BOY

I REPEAT; BLUSHY BOY

“w-what are you doing y/n~?” he says while your hand travels down the side of his body while the two of you were chilling in bed. “im bored” you huff out, looking him in those big brown eyes. “we can play videogames!” he says trying to make you get your hand out of his pants but you shake your head. “i wanna play with you instead” 

boy would melt

painfully shy (and hard)

because you it all happened so fast??

the two of you were chilling, everything quiet and peaceful and before he knows it you’re jerking him off vigorously

he covers his face with his hands, occasionally sneaking a glance of your pretty face from inbetween his fingers as you give him a handjob

you’d be too focused watching his face as almost falling asleep not noticing the boy squirming around 

until you hear

“h-hghnn...”

thats his cumming sounds btw HAHSHAH IF I WASNT CLEAR ENOUGH

jesus i cant write reactions for shit BUT THEY SEEM TO BE REALLY APPRECIATED SO YEAH!

I have 2 more of these coming up oh and also remember that this is legit word vomit SO ITS NOT PROOF READ AND UHM... i’ll try to do the two other ones this week heheh ^^

[red-doll-face]

domestic oni w/ his s/o and some bebes please ;/// u know

Of course!!! I have seen the light on oni and I have realized he’s the big boi we needed. This ones for u bun ! I’ve never written for oni before so I just went off sorry 😞

Warnings: slight nsfw, slight breeding kink on onis part and reader is afab or at least has obtained baby making bits also children , mentions of blood and gore as well as nasty baby shit 🤢

WC: 1380

Kazan ‘The Oni’ Yamaoka x afab Reader

A Star in the Night

Life always balances itself out. For every bad day there was a good one. Considering his last day on Earth wasn’t necessarily what one could call good, there had to be some good here in the sprawling fog to naturally even things out, right? So, he searches for another chance. This must be Kazan’s second chance because if it were not, he would be well and truly dead. Floating in the abyss, gone forever. Here, however, he’s even met a descendent and her story makes him feel as if he’s done some good. Passed on his vengeful anger that pushed her to stand up for herself and so he decides that here will be his own slice of peace despite the souls he sends to the sky everyday.

As much as he wishes he could have left that part of his past behind. The killing and the beating. Brutality. It has become a part of him. It’s what makes him useful to the new god that rules here so he does it. If he hopes to one day achieve something here he has to please it. The new god has even taken to labelling him the Oni. The oni. A term he once despised. To torment him more, his skin is now tinged blue and his nails have sharpened and grown out black. He sure looks like one now. Blends into him like colors or ink into water. Makes the endless loop of killing a little easier.

Whatever he’s been working towards, he thinks he finally found it. In these repeated processes Kazan see’s someone unique. One of a kind among all the different screaming visages of the survivors. That’s the moment when he makes a more important decision. The choice to take you as a prize. Something of his own.

Bargaining with the Entity quickly places itself as his new priority. What would he have to do to take you away? To start again with you? The entity asks him to sacrifice 100 survivors. No moris, no escapes. Kazan is determined to get this. He is not in this place for no reason. This is his destiny. He almost lost the streak a few times. Against the hardy survivors. Against you too. But it’s not for nothing because the moment he succeeds, the entity allows him to take you. Upon seeing him, you are apprehensive. Why you? What for? All he will say is that you don’t have to be hunted anymore. Not by anyone. You can live a comfortable life, as comfortable as it can be. You’re shocked. Unsure of why this offer is being extended to you. But what would it be like to be in the fog but never have to go to a trial. You ask if you can come back at some point. If you’re free to leave when you want. Kazan doubts you’ll want to leave. He nods anyway.

And so you sit in his house. A house that used to be only Spirits. The temple however isn’t suitable and thus you live in the house. Settling in is rough. You’re not sure what to do. Then Kazan brings some old traditions. Meditating, raking stones in the garden into little lines. Lighting candles and lanterns at the shrine. It’s fairly easy to put you back into a lulling routine. One that doesn't involve blood and hooks. You start to realize that the Oni or Yamaoka Kazan, he had told you, is interested in more than just feeling bad and sheltering you from the Entity’s wrath. He acts as if you are his spouse. He comes from trials and comes to find you. Greets you. Merely wants to spend time with you. He tells you stories from a time of what must have been Japan when their were jitos, shoguns, and, samurai. He was a samurai. You’re uncertain on why you can communicate with him. Shouldn’t he be speaking a different language.

From a cupboard, he pulls little black sticks and stones used for grinding them into powder. Then into ink. Calligraphy brushes. Old brittle paper. He watches you draw little pictures and he keeps all of them, praising your creativity. How he has chosen someone as talented as you.

“Chosen? For what?” You question. Innocent enough of a question.

“To stand beside me.” That clears up nothing. You feel as if something has gone over your head.

His grand daughter, Rin treats you with kindness. She treats you as if you’re part of her family. With a familiarity you’d forgotten was real. It clicks then what Kazan is trying to do. You are to be a warped version of whatever marriage customs were held in his day. A spouse. He’s taken you as a spouse.

Once you confront him about it, he acts as if you should have always known. That it was obvious what his intentions were and that he didn't feel the need to be explicit. You retaliate with the acknowledgement that you’re not from his time. It’s your first real argument. What did he expect from you.

You don’t know when you start to actually like him. He’s not the best conversationalist unless he’s talking about fighting or battlefield strategy but he tries to entertain you. Listens intently to what you have to say. Ultimately, Kazan comes off as more genuine than your own fellow survivors. Some of them were nice. Niceness can only go so long here though. You’ll run out at some point. He brings up the last time you talked about why you were in this derelict house and he apologizes. Kazan apologizes so formally that he practically looks like he’s begging forgiveness. For not thinking of you as an individual and instead as a vessel. Finally, putting two and two together, you think he wants children. You stare quietly at him. A pause lingers and then you ask him if you wanted to bear his children, he wouldn’t respect you any less, would he? He tells you that he would crush the souls of 1000 more men should it mean you would bear his line. He would lay their bodies at your feet if it made you happy. Dramatic but fitting for someone like him.

Kazan tries for it as soon as he can. It should be impossible. The entity cannot create life, only steal it. But you allow him to try. Over and over again. Until it takes. Whenever he finishes, he takes to stuffing his seed back inside of you. Careful of his talon-like nails that seem to be made for ripping flesh apart.

After trying so many times, you feel something change. The entity buzzes about you, you can feel it. No one can see it, certainly not you but it’s excited. When Kazan returns from his stand-in profession, he’s visibly happy. Thrilled.

“You are with child.” He almost yells it, he’s so happy. He picks you up and hikes you into his arms.

It’s the birthing that makes you nervous. You're less daunted by the carrying. Kazan dotes on you, more than he had already. Treats you like a glass figurine, passed down generations. You cannot be broken or stressed. You feel like a figurine, alright. The man simply sits you down and admires you. As you swell, he looks at your belly fondly and then to your face. He pets your hair and soothes you.

The birth is painful. So, so, so painful. More than any mori, hook, or cage. Your body rips itself apart for his child. Your child. The baby is covered in blood and birthing fluid and Kazan is smitten. He’s silent, in awe of your creation. The baby is so small, so tiny in his hulking hands.

The child grows and grows. Laughs and gurgles. Kazan cares for it, a wonderful father. He cleans the blood and gore from himself before seeing your child and you watch on as he teaches them to write. Read ancient japanese. Rin is just as caught up with your baby. She’s like an older sister, the best kind. Normal childhood is unattainable but you lament at forcing the child in this world of night. Your child will never see the sun. But you figure that's because your baby is the sun.

Thanks for requesting and I hope you liked it! 💖💖

[janetbrown711]

"Why should you get to be angry? It's my life you're messing with" Yakko?

Yakko was still angry, even though it had been over a week since Max had visited.

His siblings' hostility towards Max was really getting on his nerves. Sure, Max caught on pretty early and no one was hurt, but still. It threw everything off- though what that 'everything' was, Yakko wasn't sure.

All he knew was that there was this... pulse, or energy. Like a magnet- Yakko had wanted to touch his face. Why? Max had almost not stopped him- what did that mean?

The fluttering, the blushing, the magnetism, what did it mean???

And why was it every time Yakko felt like maybe he'd figure it out, something or someone always interrupted. Even when Max wasn't there- Yakko would just be trying to sort things out in his head or reading a book, but either his sibs, or his classes, or his parents, or something else distracted him.

That didn't stop him from trying though, as he and Max still continued to write to each other daily, already setting up for Max to visit again tomorrow. He constantly read and reread Max's letters- absorbing every word to craft a perfectly witty yet sincere response. He valued Max and his friendship, he didn't want to ruin it.

And hey, he could tell he was improving. Over the letters he managed to never bring up his grandmother even once- and most of his conversations with Max avoided her too (for the most part... he was working on that). At least he knew other topics now.

However, he was still peeved at his siblings for their attempts to ruin it. Sure Max was clever enough to catch it- but if he hadn't? What if Max had never wanted to see him again after that? What if he had gotten hurt? It was totally irresponsible. He thought Wakko and Dot were better than that.

So- yeah. He was mad, though perhaps angry was too strong. He had mostly buried his anger deep within himself when his father pulled him aside and told him not to get mad at his sibs and that they just needed time, but the anger still resided deep in his chest. Reading the letters did calm him a little though, so that was nice.

However, the day before Max was to come over again, as Yakko went to reread through the letters he found the box that he stored them in to be empty. He searched through every possible drawer and every possible location in the entire castle before admitting what his gut instinct had told him.

His letters were stolen.

And he had a theory on who the culprit could be.

.o0o.

Yakko found his younger brother in his old room, the one nearby the room once belonging to their grandmother, with the private letters all sprawled out before him as he read over them.

All attempts to keep this a civil conversation were thrown out the window in that instant.

"Wakko, what the hell are you doing with my letters?!" Yakko did at least attempt not to shout, but he caught his brother off guard, as he nearly jumped to the ceiling in surprise.

"Y-yakko- I-i thought- I'm just-" Wakko scrambled to gather his mind.

"These letters are none of your business! Why on earth do you have them?!" Yakko approached, angrily taking the letters back.

"I-i thought you read them all- I thought you didn't need them- I-i just-" Wakko fought Yakko, pulling on the letters.

"These are private letters full of private emotions, Wakko. You have no business- I haven't even read this one! What is wrong with you?!" Yakko yanked harder, causing Wakko to let go.

"I-i just- Max is just-"

"Max is just what? Being my friend? Being the first person outside of my family that's ever connected with me?! God forbid I have a life outside of you two!" The elder brother fumed.

"H-he's just trying to take you away! You can't see it because you're like- in love with him- or something!" Wakko bit back.

Yakko froze.

"What did you say..?" Yakko's eye twitched.

"Y...you're like- in love with him. He's just trying to take you away- he's just like grandma!" Wakko argued.

"Max is nothing like grandma." Yakko snapped. "Max has made me the happiest I've ever been in my entire miserable fucking life! You should know that after snooping around my private fucking letters!" Yakko shouted, his voice cracking slightly as he felt himself begin to tear up.

"I just- god-! How could you be so selfish? Why can't you just be happy for me?!" Yakko demanded to know.

Wakko opened his mouth to utter some kind of reply, when without warning, their mother burst through the door.

"What on earth is all this shouting about?" She demanded to know. Wakko attempted to blink away his tears, which unfortunately caused them to fall so instead he picked up what letters he could before storming out without another word.

"Yakko. Tell me what happened. Now." She locked eyes with Yakko, deciding it best to give the younger brother a moment to himself.

Yakko sighed, wiping his tears from his eyes as he sat on Wakko's old bed. Lena was quick to join him, slowly rubbing his back.

"He took my letters. he's been reading them- all of them." Yakko explained bitterly. Lena slowly nodded.

"I just- those are private thoughts between the two of us- it's not just my privacy, it's Max's too. I-it's like Wakko has no respect for either of u-us," Yakko hiccuped a little.

"Now Yakko, you know that isn't true. Wakko thinks the world of you," Lena reminded softly. "He's just... confused. And scared."

"Oh yeah? He can join the club then," Yakko sniffled.

"Look... I know you're going through a lot with Max right now: new emotions, new situations, and the like, but... you've been plenty selfish too, especially in neglecting your siblings, Yakko. They've tried getting your attention several times but they feel as though you won't give them the time of day," Lena held one of his hands.

"I-i haven't-..." Yakko's instinct was to protest but as he reflected upon the past few months, he recognized the truth behind her words.

"Shit..." He muttered.

"Now, I'm not going to make you cancel Max's visit for tomorrow, but do know that after he's gone I want you to spend some good quality time with your siblings, alright? I'm sure Max will understand your situation plenty," Lena said softly yet firmly.

"Y-yeah... I guess I've been pretty wrapped up, haven't I?" He chuckled weakly.

"It's alright dear, so long as you do your best to recognize the mistake and make up for it through your actions," She kissed the top of his head. Yakko sighed and leaned his head on her shoulder.

The pair stayed like this a moment, before Lena decided she had waited long enough and it was time for her to seek out Wakko. However, as she started to head through the door, Yakko stopped her.

"Mom?" He asked.

"Yes?"

"Do you-... Am I...?"

Yakko bit his lip as he tried to think of what to ask.

"How do you know if you're in love?"

Lena chuckled softly.

"Hard to say, as it truly is different for everyone... But from what I remember... it's a sense of comfort and peace; being at peace with who you are and who they are to the point where you constantly want to be with them for that peace... if that makes any sense." Lena shook her head.

"Then again, when has love ever made any sense?" She snickered.

"Uh-huh..." Yakko pondered her words.

"I'm sorry dear, I'm afraid that's something you'll have to figure out on your own," She explained. "I'm afraid I have to go to your brother now though, alright?"

"Yeah, yeah- that's... yeah," Yakko nodded and Lena headed out, leaving Yakko to sort out this new information.

.o0o.

Wakko hated shouting.

It made him feel small- like he was four all over again. God- why did he always just make things worse? He never backed down, even when he said something stupid.

He hid in one of the storage closets near the tower. It was dark and cramped, but it was where he felt he ought to be. After all, he didn't want to be seen.

He gripped the letters in his hands tighter. He didn't know why he took them that time- it was dumb. He was already caught- Yakko already knew he was a thief.

But it was to protect him against Max-

Max.

Just that name made Wakko's blood boil and angry tears increase.

He hated Max.

He hated him a lot. Yakko wouldn't see it- he was under his siren spell somehow. Wakko thought taking those letters would show him some kind of clue to unraveling it, but instead, it just showed how messed up and lost Yakko was. It hurt to read each word and Yakko's notes on the letters- the little question marks and underlines and occasional heart. Wakko hated it.

Wakko hated Max.

He hated him very, very much.

He was taking his brother away- his brother would never ignore him unless there was something very sinister forcing him too- which Max clearly was.

R...right?

Wakko continued crying.

However, after a while of crying in the dark a soft knock interrupted his tears as the door slowly opened to reveal his mother, who slowly sat on the ground outside the closet and opened her arms. Wakko hesitated a moment, before practically leaping out into her loving arms.

"There, there Wakko..." She soothed as he sobbed in her arms.

"I-i w-was just- i-i just-" he couldn't get his words out.

"I know darling, he shouldn't have shouted so much," she stroked his head.

"I-i just..." Wakko attempted to breathe enough to calm himself.

"I know... you don't trust Max yet, and it's scary seeing Yakko connect so quickly, I know," She moved him so she could see his face, wiping the tears from his eyes.

Wakko sniffled. "H-he's just trying to take him away."

"That's not true, Wakko. Max is just spending time with him- Yakko is just getting... a little caught up is all," Lena sighed.

"B-but he never ignored me like this before he met him," Wakko frowned.

"I know Wakko... he hasn't done his best with balancing everything out..." She said. "But... you haven't made it exactly easier either."

Wakko blinked at that.

"What I mean is... you haven't given Max a shot yet. You rejected him without giving him a shot to prove himself to you," Lena said.

Given him a shot..? Was she insane? She would never suggest he "give grandma a shot" so why was she suggesting to give Max a shot? Because he "seemed" friendlier and more charismatic???

"Wakko, look. Whether or not you like it, Yakko really really likes Max. The least you can do is give him a day to prove himself, alright?" Lena made him look at her.

She looked so desperate for him to believe her, it made him sad. She was clearly under Max's spell too.

It became clear to Wakko he had been underestimating Max. If he wanted him gone for good and to free his family from his influence, he was going to have to take drastic measures.

"Maybe..." he mumbled for her sake. Lena smiled softly and kissed the top of his hat.

"Yakko will really appreciate it," She said.

"Yeah, okay," Wakko looked at the ground.

Yakko will appreciate it when he's free of Max's stupid curse- all of them will be.

"I have to go back to work- will you be okay?" Lena asked. Wakko nodded. Lena slowly stood, helping Wakko up as well, before giving him another hug and a kiss on his hat.

"It's gonna be okay Wakko, just give him a chance," She said.

"Okay," he said, giving a weak smile. Lena gave a similarly weak smile back before hugging him once more and walking away.

'Give him a chance.' Oh please- Wakko would give him a chance alright.

Wakko stormed right back into that storage closet, climbed up to the tallest shelf, and pulled down the highest key, before storming right on down to the tower- quickly and furiously unlocking the massive lock just to be sure, and-

Yes, they hadn't bricked it off quite yet.

Wakko now had the perfect to keep Max far away from his family for the rest of his life.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 The End

[junova]

↬ 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 | 𝐫. 𝐝𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐞

abstract — the one where ransom gets a taste of his own medicine, but you happen to be so much sweeter than he’s ever been. 

pairing — ooc!ransom drysdale x fem!reader 

wc — 4.1k+  im so sorry lmao 

warnings — cheating (if u squint its very vague), angst, fluff, slight self deprecation, ransom is kinda nice idk, i want a soft!ransom drysdale now pls, this is also very messy so read at ur own risk!

[m blabs] — howdy howdy! first time ransom fic. woot woot! still kinda finding my voice w writing so i hope you like it! <333 

His mouth set in a hard line as you continued to curl into his chest, the span of your confidence seemed to be wiped away with a nightmare from the past. Part of him was upset you hadn’t told him anything, the blind leading the blind, as you stepped foot into his family event. Seeing the last person you’d ever thought would be there. 

Surely by now, he thought you would trust him but it was more than evident you still didn’t. You persisted on hiding everything from him, anything you were sure might tick him off. 

Well, Ransom wasn’t necessarily known for biting his tongue.  Although, in your presence, he was learning what to say and where to say it. 

It really surprised him. Not one woman had been able to tame him, not since he’d be fucking everyone in sight. His desire was endless and not one single individual would be enough for his fill. 

Then, he found you drunk and sobbing on the concrete, right outside of the bar he was exiting. To this day, he still couldn’t tell you why he stopped for you. He never really paid attention to anyone if it wasn’t to his own benefit. Ultimately, meeting you was, even if he wouldn’t realize it then. 

You flinched from his touch when he patted your shoulder, gently asking if you were alright. If anyone asked him, Ransom would surely deny he felt you pull at the strings of his heart in an instant. 

He just knew. 

Maybe it’s why it took him so long to accept it, to believe in what he felt for you. Definitely not because you did nothing but be the most wonderful human he’d ever met. More had to do with him. 

Ransom dropped you off the first night you met in your small apartment downtown, definitely on the rougher side where he thought his Rolex sporting his wrist may get stolen. 

A cute little thing like you living in a neighborhood like this — didn’t make much sense to him. Then again, it certainly checked out with his privilege why he didn’t. 

Truly, Ransom didn’t realize how fortunate he truly was. Of course being a trust fund brat gave him the ignorance to live in an unmatched state of bliss. 

He still remembers the moment. 

Watching as you fumbled with your keys, finding it more than difficult to open your front door. It was cute, with your tongue poking out between your lips in concentration. Now, he wondered how he’d forgotten why he’d gone to get hammered at the bar in the first place. 

“Here, let me help.” New to Ransom, he offered a giving hand. Grabbing the key from your jittering fingertips before unlocking your door. He tried to hand you back your keys, but you pulled him so close, your chest touching his own. Dragging two rapid hearts through your apartment. 

“You smell like him.” A dopey smile on your face lighting every dark sight of Ransom, not that you’d know it did. “I smell like who?” 

“My ex-boyfriend.” Your hands cupping his cheek, but you were too drunk to realize how Ransom flinched from your touch. 

He didn’t push you away either. 

“But he definitely didn’t look this good.” Defying all laws of his own nature, Ransom let you stay in close proximity to him as you felt him up. Your hand resting on his chest, traveling lower stopping at his stomach. “Definitely didn’t feel this good.” 

He watched as you sighed, your puffy eyes were only slightly swollen and the mascara was still staining your skin with the rest of the makeup you wore. If anyone had asked him, you’d looked like a wreck but he still found you alluring. 

Ransom always liked his women looking more than fucked out, usually from gagging around his cock. Not crying over a broken heart. Nope. He definitely did not like dealing with a woman's sorrow. 

“He never let me touch him though. Guess that should have tipped me off.” You let your hands travel back up, wounding themselves around his neck before they applied more pressure — pulling him into you. 

Ransom found you pretty confident for not even knowing anything more than his first name and the car he drove you in. You were definitely craving attention and maybe he’d be more than happy to oblige but the little voice in his head Dr. Shoal told him to listen to was being a pestering, little bitch. 

What did Ransom want? 

Right now he wanted to drown himself in some sweet ass pussy. He knew you would give yourself easily to him, especially in your drunken state. Clinging onto him like he was a vine. 

The smaller part of him, the better part, knew you were drunk out of your mind. Absolutely plastered, but you had to stand there looking like a goddess. 

He didn’t really know why he was letting you touch him, maybe in hopes the deeper, darker side of him would win like it always did. Ransom knew better, even if he tried to hide it from everyone including himself. 

He liked you. From the very first moment, he knew he’d have to get you. Whether it cost your own sanity or his, Ransom didn’t care. 

It’s why he left you drunk and alone, safely tucked into the comfort of your sheets with his number left in your phone. Even taking the liberty of texting himself from it. 

He could never be too careful. Letting you slip through his fingers was simply not an option. 

Thanks to him, you didn’t forget about him. 

The next morning your memory only held vague images of a handsome stranger helping you home, thankfully he seemed to be nothing more than a doting gentlemen. The first for you to ever come across. 

Until later in the afternoon the following day, Ransom introduced himself and checked up on you, worming his presence into your life. 

Then he kept talking to you everyday, surprising even himself in the matter. Truly, he couldn’t help it. Part of him loved how gently you spoke to him on the phone. No one ever talked to him with such a level of care. 

He always warranted yelling, usually he was the one who stirred the pot. He enjoyed it, and thrived in a chaotic environment. It’s what he grew up in. Ransom was more than comfortable with his own family yelling and cursing him out until the sun came up. He did just the same. 

So, whenever you sweetly asked him how he was, it threw him off guard. 

Not a single soul even cared or bothered to ask him anything. Truth be told, Ransom was a sack of shit treating everyone like they were the gum beneath his shoe. It didn’t matter who talked to him — Ransom was simply more superior in every conceivable way. 

He would succumb to not a single soul. Paving his own way through life, with only the money from his trust fund of course. 

Then the two of you fell into each other and he could pinpoint the exact moment he did. 

The weeks and months blended together. He couldn’t really tell you why he was still lingering around, while he got nothing in return. You did get him off once or twice, but he wasn’t fucking you like he really wanted to. 

Maybe it was the innocence in your eyes pulling his soul into the very little good he still had left within him. Or maybe it was the way your thumb dragged over his cheek when you thought he was in slumber, blissfully unaware of your touch. 

More importantly his favorite thing, the way you let him hold you when the two of you cuddled. Your arms wrapped tightly around his waist, bouncy cheeks pressed into whatever knit sweater he decided to wear that day. 

It was all the little things, unknowingly making him fall in deep like he never had before. 

Unwelcoming to him, his mother came barreling in one Sunday afternoon, while you slept in his arms. Even as Linda screamed his name, you never jolted, out like a log. Safe in the peace he kept you in. 

Linda looked annoyed, irritated he even had company in the first place but not surprised. What truly shocked her was they both had clothes on.  Not truly believing Ransom was capable of such a sinless interaction. 

He knew what she wanted; he didn’t even have to move from his position to continue a private conversation. Not that it would get him off the couch, and out of your embrace in the first place. 

“I said no. Don’t know why you bothered coming here.” Linda angrily sighed. “You should at least show up.” 

Ransom didn’t notice, but subconsciously continued to run his fingertips up and down your spine. Linda did. She noticed that he didn’t even care she was judging him, but let you remain unbothered sleeping in her son’s embrace. 

“It’s for Walt. You need to be there.” She stepped closer, hoping the increase in her volume would wake you. “I expect you to grace us with your wonderful presence as does the rest of the family.” 

The sarcasm dripped, attempting to coax him out of the four walls he never seemed to leave. Not recently, anyhow. 

“I already told you, I can’t.” Now Ransom was irritated and he really wished she would calm the fuck down. It was one day, one event. There would always be another, that much wasn’t lost on him. “I have plans. Send him my best.” 

Assuming it was the rumbling of his chest when he spoke, you moved jolting yourself in his arms, before remaining still again. His heartbeat continues to soothe you. 

“You have plans? What else could be more important than your family?” The louder Linda’s voice grew the more you stirred, pissing him off. 

He really needed to change his locks. 

Even if he had no intention of going, he needed his mother to leave. Really for your own sake — trying to save you from Linda giving you a cold shoulder followed with a third degree burn. 

“Fine. I’ll go. Can you just leave?” She accepted Ransom’s submission, before looking at your figure. Sound asleep and clinging to her one and only, sinking your claws into him. 

She really didn’t like the way Ransom was looking at you. Linda was positive he would never be able to care about someone other than himself, but here he was, holding you close to his chest. 

Almost like his life depended on it. 

“Who is she to you?” With a raised eyebrow, eyes narrowing to you before meeting back with Ransom’s cerulean blues. 

“I don’t know yet.” Ransom paused looking down at you, so beautiful. Holding a light so pure, so radiant; he hoped no matter how cruel he could be, he’d never act like that towards you. “Maybe someone I don’t deserve, but want to be better for.” 

His rough, calloused fingers drawing mindless patterns on the exposed skin of your waist. He didn’t know what Linda said next or when she left. 

Time seemed to stand still, his confession hitting his chest fiercely. He let himself sit with it for a moment, before you woke up. Enjoying a moment where he didn’t have to deal with anything, he didn’t have to say a word. 

He could just enjoy the moment without eyes judging him or you questioning why his eyes seemed to shine just a bit brighter whenever you were around. 

It was the first of many. Moments where he felt small pieces of himself chipped away into your care. Planes of existences within him no one had ever scratched the surface of. 

Much like right now as you cried into his chest, begging for mercy. 

Because you were afraid. Terrified you had made the worst mistake, an unforgivable one. You lied about your past and to Ransom it felt like more than a betrayal. More accurately he felt a dagger in his heart placed strategically with your murderous hands. 

He’d never felt such empathy and pain at once. Maybe he’d never been empathetic a day in his life at all. 

Until now. 

To make matters worse, he knew his entire family was watching the whole scene from the window. It wasn’t from worry or concern for either one of you. Mainly all of them enjoying pain being inflicted on Ransom. 

Linda of course wallowing in her ego, he could practically see her bask in her own pride. Another thing she’d been right about checked off the list. 

The rest of the family watched the two of you fight with shiteating grins permanently stamped on their face. They’d never seen Ransom care about anyone but you. To watch the relationship he held so close to his heart blow up so publicly, only fueled the fire to Ransom’s rage. 

Except Harlan. 

Even through his hot, beating anger Ransom was trying his best to comfort you. To calm you down even if you had been the one to be caught red handed. Harlan couldn’t believe it, someone Ransom seemed to care about more than himself. 

More than any of his family. Not that Harlan was offended. Well, maybe a little, but more so he was thrilled his grandson finally found someone he had to grow up for. Someone he had to earn, not buy. 

No bribes. No schemes. No games. 

Just you. 

“Hugh, please talk to me.” How could he? It’s not like he had much to say. Maybe he did, he just wasn’t sure how to get the words out without hurting you or himself. 

“I know I lied and I fucked up, but please — we need to talk about it.” Soft hands reaching for his own, but he brushed them off, his hands snaked higher on your waist. “We should have talked about this the moment you met me.” 

Dead silence is all you were met with as he walked the fine line of pushing you away, leaving you behind and pulling you closer than he ever had. 

“You’re right. I should have told you the truth but can you blame me?” He met you with solemn eyes and his own heart beating rapidly. “Yes I can.” Ransom was trying to act cold and distant but the two windows to his soul told a different story. 

“That’s fair.” Even as he was holding you, Ransom still felt like he was a galaxy away. He was withholding himself from you like a turtle retracting into their own protection. A year ago, before he met you, he knew he would have never even recognized it. 

Now, you made it possible for him to be aware of just how much he had changed. He broke old habits of his own just to please you so when you disappointed him, this unreachable high standard he held you to, it shattered his sense of self. 

“Did you still love him?” Ransom questioned you. “I did. At the time, he’s all I ever really knew. I thought that’s what love felt like. The only image of love I had was the one he gave me. So, I ran with him and it crushed me.” 

Ransom had to pretend the words you were speaking didn’t split him into you two. The image of you falling in love with someone else was enough to make him wanna strangle your ex. 

His friend. 

“Then we just got into one really big blow out. Right in the bar in front of all of his friends I had met for the first time that night.” You reached for a chunk of his sweater, clenching the material in your hand, like you were trying to convince yourself to let the words fall from your mouth. 

“He told me how much I’d been irritating him and I couldn’t help but notice every girl he flirted with and touched right in front of me.” You tested the waters, placing both of your hands over his chest, the beat of his heart calming you down. 

“Then I just cracked. It was only one of the many fights we’d been having over the course of the past few months. Everyone single argument pushed me closer to the edge, until the last one actually did.” You sighed, watching as he frowned. 

“I ended things that night, before getting thoroughly plastered and soon enough crying on the cement. Wasted and lonely out of my mind, until I met you.” You moved your hand from his heart, cupping his clean shaven face. 

“You made me realize I never knew what love really meant or felt like.” This piqued Ransom’s interest. 

You said love. 

Could a tragedy bring out the words Ransom craved to hear more than anything in the world? 

Maybe you cared about him, more than anyone ever showed him. But loved him? How could someone be as hateful as him be worthy of someone like you? 

Even if you had broken his heart, he’d done far worse to more people than he could count. He wasn’t really in a place to judge but it didn’t change the fact it still hurt. A lot. 

“Hugh.” You heard him gulp rather loudly. “Yes?” His tone came out as more of a question than a response. 

The silence he gifted you was unsettling at the very least. “You've barely said a word.” He was surprised he didn’t scurry off in his beamer the second he saw the guilt reach your eyes. 

He was surprised he hadn’t let his anger take over and let the rage he felt inside body take it all out on you. 

He was surprised he somehow couldn’t inflict a single hateful word towards you, even as you sat with his heart in your hands. 

In pure bliss of just how much you owned him. 

“I hate it. This fucking corner you’ve back me into. Not to mention for the prying eyes of my entire family to watch the show.” The sharp tone he uses sensoring you. “You used me just to get back at him.” 

“Like I was some pawn in your game and I really even shouldn’t be mad.” He paused, trying to choose his words as carefully as he can. “I’ve done the same thing to so many different women. Used them and threw them out at my earliest inconvenience.” To your surprise, even Ransom’s, a single tear left his eye showing you how much you really meant to him. 

You hated yourself for letting it get to this point. 

“But you? I could never even think about hurting you. I could never live with myself if I treated you like everyone else because you’re so much more than that to me.” The tears continued to roll. The dame Ransom kept shut his entire life, opened because of you and he just wanted to make it stop. 

He would give anything — even you. 

He just wanted to not feel like a piece of shit for once in his life. For a moment, he thought he might have a chance to be something more than the picture he portrayed in everyone’s mind. You showed him maybe it was more complex than it seemed. 

“I just assumed I was that for you.” You sighed in frustration, softly wiping his tears away. “You are, though. You are more than that.” 

“Then how could you be so okay with lying to me?” The crease between his eyebrows only created more of an indention as he felt the anger trying to escape out of him. 

You let the tension get to you first. 

“Because I-I was scared if I told you the truth, you’d never tell me.” You puzzled him once again. You softly reach up between his furrowed eyebrows, the pad of your thumb smoothing it out. 

“Tell you what?” His mind was clouded with the possibilities of what he could have missed. 

“I can’t spell this one out for you.” You were tired of being the one to do everything first. Even if your intentions weren’t free from fault once you realized who he was, your feelings for him were anything but. 

“I don’t know what you want from me. You only let me fall for you because you knew how much it would hurt him.” He bit back, growing impatient and tired. “Any other time, I would have cared. Probably would have been more than happy to assist. But you made me-” 

Then Ransom cut himself off, jumping out of the swing and away from you. 

“I’m sorry. I can’t do this. I thought I could.” He literally sprinted to his beamer, but you chased him. 

You were hell bent and just as crazy as he was. Maybe it’s why it worked for as long as it did. 

“Hugh! Get back here.” You were running, thankful you’d gone for a more casual outfit today, the sneakers supporting your feet far better than the heels you’d usually wear. 

Maybe if it was someone with a normal childhood upbringing you would have just cut your losses but this was someone who chose to be called Ransom. 

This was someone who chose to run away from love and care because the only affectionate way he knew how to treat someone was to throw money at them. 

This was someone who had the communication of a ten year old because that’s when his own mother didn’t bother to mess with him anymore before sending him off to boarding school. 

This was someone who didn’t know how to love — and to be loved. 

By the time you caught up to him his was digging for his keys, but he couldn’t fucking find them. 

“Hugh Ransom Drysdale.” Your tone was sharp and he knew you meant business. “For once in your life, stop running away.” 

“Why not? What good has it ever done for me to stay?” His back was facing you, his broad shoulders stilled with the rest of his body. Almost like he was ashamed of what he was hiding. 

“I can’t speak for everyone else. I can’t speak for your mother or for Richard. For Harlan or for anyone else you thought might abandon you and really did.” You inched you way closer until you knew he felt how close you were to him.

“I can only speak for me.” Giving yourself, the final piece of you to a man who might run away from it. 

You were so close he felt your breath on his back, and it made him tremble. He was shaking, terrified of it all. You didn’t let him be for long. 

Intertwining your fingers with his, as he kept them at his sides, rubbing your thumb along the palm of his hand. 

“I’m sorry for the way I hurt you. Lied to you. You never deserved it. Never.” You thought it would be easier if he didn’t have to look at you while pouring your heart out to him. A theory proved to be right as he gave your hand a squeeze. 

“You’ve done nothing but treat me like a princess. You’ve done right by me, more than anyone else I’ve ever met in my life. It made me feel inadequate. My dark secret, always looming over us like a dark cloud of my own personal doing.” 

“I’m sorry I haven’t done the proper thing by us and made you feel like I used you. You had every right to feel it because I did.” You took a deep breath, mustering up the courage to face whatever the future held for the two of you. 

“I never expected to fall in love with a trust fund, playboy brat.” You felt him take a deep breath, like a breath he’d be holding all his life could finally be set free. 

“I love you, Hugh.” The next thing you knew he had you pushed up against the car, lips hungrily attacking your own. 

All forgiven because you love him. You actually were in love with him. 

He couldn’t fathom it really because you’d been the first. To accept him just as he was. The first to refuse to call him Ransom because you like the way Hugh rolled off your tongue better. 

You liked how he felt on your tongue, too. 

The first to tell him Fran and Marta should call him Hugh because you wanted to be the only one who got to. The first woman to cook for him, willingly and not attached to the Thrombey payroll. 

The first woman he had ever fallen in love with. 

The first one he’d stick around and not run away for. 

So, he kissed you. Hard. Softly whispering how much he loved you into the kiss, because maybe he wasn’t ready to say it outright. Loud and proud. 

Yet, he felt it with every bone of his body — no longer lost in the blues.

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[actuallysaiyan]

Jiraiya N-S-F-W/Smutty Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Jiraiya is very sweet with aftercare. He’ll clean you up gently, but sometimes this makes him even more horny when he sees his seed leaking from your cunt. It takes a lot of willpower for him not to take you once again. That being said, he’ll ask you if you’d like to shower, or maybe have something to eat to refuel so you can go a few more rounds before the night is over. Jiraiya is sweet, but he is very horny. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Jiraiya doesn’t really have a favorite part of his body...wait, scratch that. There is one part of his body that he really does think is his best asset. It’s his cock! It’s huge, veiny and makes women scream in pleasure. There’s nothing better than having a magnum cock.

On you, it’s definitely your tight little cunt or your tits! He can’t get enough of either of those, and he loves that no other man or woman can have access to them. He loves filling your pussy up with cum, and your tits are so soft and sweet, he loves to kiss them and lay his head on them.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Jiraiya loves cumming deep with you, and he enjoys fucking his cum deep inside you. He’ll pump load after load inside you, telling you what a good girl you are. You take his cock so fucking good, it makes him hard just thinking about it. He also enjoys cumming all over your face and tits, and he just drenches you in his seed.

With you, Jiraiya will make you cum until you’re literally crying for him to stop. You don’t have to worry about Jiraiya, he’ll take such good care of you. He needs to, because he adores you so much.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

This man has no dirty secrets. He writes glorified smut for a living, so all of his fantasies are out in the open. They are open for display, and he doesn’t care who reads them. He enjoys how nasty he is, and he will let you know about any of his sexual fantasies.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Jiraiya is very experienced. He knows all the ways to make a woman squirm and squeal in pleasure, and he’ll have you cumming in no time. He’s been with lots of women, and though he seems sleazy and perverted, that does generally help him discover all kinds of new techniques in bed.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

This is a tough one, because Jiraiya actually loves almost all positions. He does enjoy doggy style for when you’re being a brat and he wants to dominate you and fuck you hard. Missionary and spooning is when he’s feeling more loving and wants to be near you as close as possible. The mating press is for when you awaken his breeding kink. Jiraiya also enjoys having his dick between your tits, and your mouth around his cock.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Jiraiya loves to have fun and be funny during sex a lot of the time. He’ll say some pretty perverted things about your body, but you are more than used to it by now. He enjoys saying dirty things, and he’ll degrade you a little if you let him. It makes him rock hard if he gets to enjoy your body and compliment you or call you his little cumslut. If the situation is more romantic, he’ll be very sweet and serious.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He is quite well groomed, but the hair he does have is white and wild. It’s fluffy and soft more so than coarse, but he enjoys trimming it and keeping it clean down there for you. He doesn’t want you to swallow any hairs, but you don’t give him a hard time if there is a bit of landscaping to be done.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Jiraiya can be so romantic if you allow him. He’ll hold you close, kiss you sweetly and make you so wet. He’ll tell you how beautiful you are, and he’ll make sure you know how wanted you are. He enjoys the intimacy just as much as anyone else, despite his perverted nature. But, if he’s feeling particularly horny, he might be a little less romantic and a little more nasty. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

It’s well known that Jiraiya likes to take care of business when he can’t be with a woman. There’s no exceptions there when he’s with you, and if you are gone for a long period of time, Jiraiya has some toys that can help him get over the edge. His mind is always filled with thoughts of you riding him as he fucks himself into the fleshlight and he’ll moan and groan as he cums hard.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Jiraiya literally enjoys so many kinks, it’d be easier to write down what he’s not super into. He loves having your consent for all of them, otherwise he won’t do them. Jiraiya adores you, so he is only willing to practice his kink if you are alright with it. His favorites might include BDSM, titty fucking, thigh riding, whipping, collaring, slight ageplay, face riding and face fucking...

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Jiraiya adores doing it at home. He likes to be able to fuck you in peace of his home, and he’ll be able to fuck you better and for longer if he knows no one will interrupt. That being said, the man is definitely not opposed to fucking you anywhere he can. He loves the thrill of getting caught, and it’s definitely never stopped him before. Catch him in the onsen, and you’re definitely going to get fucked if you’re the only two there.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Honestly, it doesn’t take a whole lot to get Jiraiya going. He’s mostly always horny, but he is a good man. If you really want him to fuck you, just rub his thigh and bat your eyelashes at him. Then you lean in to whisper “fuck me, please, Jiraiya-sama.” in his ear and he is as good as yours. You don’t have to do much to get Jiraiya in the mood, and that’s honestly one of the best things about having Jiraiya as a lover.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Jiraiya will not do anything involving faeces or urine, and he’s not really into anything that’s really going to hurt you. He loves you, and he will do nothing to hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable. He’s willing to try almost anything with you, but he will always get consent first. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Ohhhh boy, Jiraiya will lose his absolute mind if you kneel in front of him and deep throat him. He’ll tug on your hair and praise you, while fucking your pretty mouth. He loves thrusting into your mouth and watching you gag and drool all over his huge cock. It turns him on to see you this way.

On the flip side, Jiraiya adores going down on you. Just the smell of your aroused pussy sets him off. He’ll lap at your cunt for hours if you’d let him. He loves the feel of your thighs squeezing around his face, and if you tug on his hair, well he’ll be so happy for that as well.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

That all depends on what kind of mood you are in. If you need him to be sensual and slow, you better believe that he’ll fuck you so nice and proper, and he’ll be so caring and loving, it’s very romantic.

If you need him to fuck you hard and get out some frustrations, he’ll dominate you and degrade you a little. You’ll be his little sex kitten that night, and he’ll spank you and grab your hips hard enough to bruise you. Whatever you need, Jiraiya can be that person. He’s very versatile.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Oh ho ho! Jiraiya is a big fan of quickies. Any chance he can get to fuck, he’s not going to deny it. He loves quickies when you’re somewhere where you can both get caught fucking. He loves pinning you up against a wall and pumping into you, making you whimper and making your cunt clench around his huge cock.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Jiraiya is a huge risk taker, and he’ll definitely tease you any chance he gets. If he feels like commenting on your body in front of people and making you blush, he’ll do it. If he feels like rubbing your wet little pussy while you’re in public somewhere, you better bet that he’s going to do it. He’s not going to stop himself, unless it’s going to get you hurt or killed, which is never the goal.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

For an old man, Jiraiya can last quite a long time. He does need quite a bit of time between rounds to recover, but he’s more than willing to finger you or eat your pussy to make up for it. If you feel like going for a shower or food in between rounds, this makes him very happy. He’s into refueling to fuck again.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Jiraiya has lots of toys. He’ll use some of them on you if you’d like, and he’ll use some on himself as well. He enjoys vibrators a lot, since they can give pleasure to the both of you. Lots of times he’ll get you to put on vibrating panties and he’ll take you shopping. If he can make you cum without you causing too much of a ruckus while you’re shopping, he’ll buy you whatever you like.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Jiraiya is a huge tease, and he loves to fluster you as much as he possibly can. He’ll slide his fingers up and down your wet folds, only to pull away when you think he’s going to penetrate you. He loves using his cockhead to tease you, whether it be around your lips or around your pussy, it’s one of his favorite things to do. He enjoys watching you squirm and wiggle to get the pleasure you so hope to receive. He’ll call you desperate and a cumslut, but you love when he’s like this with you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Jiraiya is very loud. He grunts, groans and moans. He’s not afraid to make sounds to let you know he’s enjoying himself. He also loves to talk dirty, and he’ll call you all kinds of pet names while you’re riding his thick cock. It feels so good, so he needs to let you know.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Jiraiya is a huge fan of titty fucking. He loves seeing his cock between your tits, and he’s a fan of every size and shape of titties. He’s not picky when it comes to that, but he loves the feeling of you squeezing your breasts around his thick and meaty cock, and he’ll cum so fast if you lick the head while he fucks your tits.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Jiraiya has a HUGE cock. It’s a good 10 inches, very very girthy, and it’s got a lot of nice veins that rub nicely on your walls. Despite having a huge cock, he does not cum quickly. He’s literally been so gifted by the gods or chance to have such a wonderful appendage. Other than that, he’s beefy, huge, muscly and so well toned, you’re surprised that he is actually that much older than you first perceived.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Jiraiya literally has the sex drive of a teenage boy discovering Playboy for the first time. He always wants to fuck, and you can literally get him rock hard in seconds if you play your cards right. He’s always willing to fuck if the time is right and you’re willing to as well.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Jiraiya enjoys making sure you’re well and comfortable before he spoons you and falls asleep decently quickly. He needs the reassurance that you’re all taken care of before he can even shut his eyes.