#getting along with my family and then going to bed and immediately getting really sad about my dad bc one of my cousins is super musical and

[milo-is-rambling]

Out smoked my cousins,,, truly feeling like the hippy failure cousin that all the kids like but all the adults judge and like it’s great vibes I feel my cousins actually enjoy being around me (not even just that we’re smoking like they seem to legit enjoy talking to me)

[moonlightspencie]

prompt for a drabble where boyfriend!spencer forgets readers birthday and maybe a little angsty idk u tell me 💞

hehehe yes

pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader

me being self-indulgent by letting the reader hold a grudge a little bit

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You sighed, still waiting by the phone. It felt pathetic, really, waiting around for someone to call. Even a message would be welcomed at this point. Anything would be better than sitting alone on your birthday waiting around for someone to care.

Well, waiting for a specific someone to care.

You’d already gotten calls from family and friends. You’d even turned down an invitation to go party with some girl friends since Spencer had promised months ago that he’d be home to make your birthday special.

Now it was past seven at night and you were left wondering.

You got up from your seat, feeling sadder and more annoyed as time dragged on, and decided maybe a bath and glass of wine wouldn’t be too shabby of a celebration if you had to be celebrating alone. You grabbed your favorite bottle from the kitchen, along with a glass, and headed for your bathroom.

You sat in the tub for a while, soaking in the warmth of the water and the smells of the soap you’d dumped in by the gallon to make bubbles. Your bottle of wine was half-empty by the time you’d finally heard the front door open and shut, Spencer’s voice muffled from the other side.

��Honey?” he called, footsteps getting nearer. “Hon, are you in bathroom?”

“Yeah,” you said, tone short and clipped.

“Can I come in?”

“No.”

He paused. “Is everything okay? I tried calling a few times on my way home.”

You sighed, annoyed. “Just leave me alone, Spencer. I’m trying to enjoy my night.”

“Did I do something?”

You didn’t answer, irritated that he’d even ask. He waited another moment before trying again.

“I don’t know what to do if you don’t tell me,” he pleaded.

“Go check a calendar.”

You huffed another sigh, closing your eyes and trying to enjoy what felt like your last moments of peace for the night. You heard a quiet ‘oh’ from the other side of the door, then a knock.

“Please let me in,” he said, voice still quiet. “I’m sorry.”

You shook your head, then got up out of the bath and wrapped yourself in a towel. You pulled open the door, immediately lifting a hand to keep him from trying to hug you.

“I’m sorry, honey, I didn’t realize,” he said, eyes pleading for mercy.

“What happened to the eidetic memory?”

You pushed past him and walked into the bedroom, dropping the towel and throwing on some baggy pajamas. He followed behind, silently waiting until you were ready to talk. He sat on the bed, reaching out a hand to you. You stayed planted in front of him.

“I told friends I couldn’t hang out with them today because my wonderful boyfriend promised months ago he’d make my birthday special,” you said, finally letting yourself feel sad rather than angry.

“Baby,” he muttered, standing.

You allowed it when he wrapped his arms around you, rubbing up and down your back.

“I’m really disappointed, Spence.”

He nodded. “I know. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have forgotten.”

“You didn’t even say it in a text or a call or anything.”

“Would you be mad if I said ‘happy birthday’ now?”

You couldn’t help but crack a small smile.

“I’d be pissed.”

“Good thing I asked, then,” he said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

You looked up at him.

“I think I need to stay mad right now.”

“Can I still hold you while you’re mad?”

You nodded.

“Okay,” he said, “Let’s get you into bed and you can be mad at me all night and all day if you need to.”

“What about the day after tomorrow?”

“That day, too.” He smiled softly. “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“I know.”

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[kisakis-boyfriend]

Hey! I just wanted to rant/thirst to you about Freminet, so spoiler warning for some of his locked/upcoming voice lines bc I’m going absolutely insane over how he manages to flirt so submissively. Freminet may be truly sweet and innocent, but you can’t tell me that he isn’t purposefully advertising his subby nature. This guy automatically declines tasks from ppl other than his family, but offers himself up to “be of some use to you” in the first greeting 🤨. He straight up asks for orders with zero shame but it’s really the subtle things that are making me obsessed. I can’t really explain properly but it’s kind of like how a brat baits a dom into being more aggressive except he does it in a soft way?? He’s almost one of those mildly manipulative uwu boys going “I’m so shy 🥺👉👈 plz fuck me.”

Example A: Probably the best known example of this is one of his ascension lines where he goes “You didn't have to do this for me, you know. I'd obey you regardless.” Wtf bro, you can’t just say that?!? Being a bad liar doesn’t excuse you from not even trying to hide the horny. Please stop before I bend you over. I know some ppl interpret this as sad but imo it’s one of the most boldly sexual things to come out of his mouth.

Example B: Freminet mentions always having a home at the House of Hearth. And when you ask him to join your party he either says “At your command.” or eagerly asks us to take him (with us). But in the last option he replies with “Well, *fake ass sigh* I’ve got nowhere to go…” like he’s actively fantasizing about us making him come (along). I can just tell he’s smiling while saying this shit, he ain’t slick.

Example C: In an upcoming event the Traveler jokes about wanting to try on his helmet. Immediately the whore behavior jumps out and Freminet responds with “Well, if it’s an order…” Then there’s legit an option to say back “Yep, that’s an order”. Excuse me?!? Are you fucking kidding?!? I am actually gonna go feral rn. Like ofc Paimon interrupts saying “Hey, now’s not the time!” Paimon knows Freminet won’t get anything done once I slut him out like he’s obviously begging to be. “We don’t want to bother him now.” Bother him??? Bitch, he won’t be able to talk or walk once I’m done with him.

Anyways, that’s the end of my rant, but like wtf Genshin? Atp they might as well just let us give the kinky mf a contract and a collar

Bonus Points: The way Freminet will use his soft, raspy voice to randomly bust out a line more romantic than the actual poet characters in-game is crazy. Traveler just said goodnight like a normal person, wdym "May your dreams be as dazzling as the starry night above the ocean, and your dreamless nights be naught but filled with serene respite." Excuse me Prince Charming, how the hell am I supposed to go to bed without you in it now?

HKJFKSFSBDKDJSF

Anon please, I thoroughly enjoyed your analysis and now I cannot unhear these voice lines as anything except subby begging behavior 😵‍💫

Freminet has us all whipped with his pretty voice, short-shorts, and flirting. He knows exactly what he's doing and has no shame, it seems

[https-hunter]

I am lucky enough that Cinemark approached my college’s animation department with the offer to attend an advanced screening of the first 35 minutes of Inside Out 2.

I loved it.

The original Inside Out came out when I was eleven and I’ve adored it since, so this was a really cool opportunity as a longtime fan and current animator.

So here’s a description of what goes on in the first half hour & some of my thoughts.

Massive spoilers for Inside Out 2 below the cut!!

The movie starts out with Riley’s hockey game. Each one of the five main emotions takes a turn at the wheel during the game. Joy get Riley excited, Anger gives her the aggression she needs on the ice, Fear reminds her to put her mouth guard in, Disgust makes it realize that it’s not hers, and Sadness takes over when Riley is given a penalty.

During her time in the penalty box, the emotions reflect on what Riley has been up to lately. She turned 13, got braces, started growing, and has two best friends she plays hockey with, Grace and Bree. We see the personality islands and it’s noted that Friendship Island is majorly overshadowing Family Island. We’re also introduced to Riley’s sense of self, which is made up of affirmations she has for herself after different memories are added to it (i.e.: “I’m a good friend” “I’m a good person, etc.). It is comprised of different strings that say the affirmation when they are strung. Joy also reveals a machine she has that sends memories to the back of the head, which I guess is like repressed memories.

When she gets out of the penalty box, Riley, Grace, and Bree score a winning goal and are approached by the local high school’s hockey coach. She invites the three of them to hockey camp that weekend, to which they all immediately accept.

The night before camp, the emotions are all in bed. I need to add that Joy & Sadness share a bunk, Anger is by himself as he punches the air, and Disgust & Fear bunk together. Sadness & Joy hear an odd sound and they find the puberty button going off, no matter what they do to stop it. A construction crew comes in & basically makes a mess of headquarters.

The next day, Riley wakes up and she isn’t ready for hockey camp. When her mom asks why she isn’t packed, Anger responds, but Riley overreacts even though he barely touched the console. Sadness and Disgust try it, but Riley’s just having mood swings now and they find the console to be way more sensitive than it used to be. They decide to leave it alone unless they absolutely have to use it.

Cut to the car ride to hockey camp. Riley is telling Grace & Bree how excited she is to play hockey together in high school. Disgust instantly flags a look Bree gave her and Bree’s own Disgust flags Riley’s look back. Grace blurts out that she and Bree are going to different high schools and Riley tries to hold it together until she’s out of the car. The emotions literally have to hold Sadness back 😭

This is where the new emotions show up. We meet Anxiety (I tried to stay normal over hearing Maya Hawke), Envy (she’s voiced by Ayo Edebiri !!), Embarrassment, and Ennui (Joy nicknames him “wee-wee”). We also later meet Nostalgia, a sweet old lady emotion, but Anxiety tells her she’s ten years too early. Anxiety explains her role in things and there’s a joke about how Fear thinks he’s going to get along really well with her. The new emotions all take the wheel, especially when Riley is trying to introduce herself to Val, a cool hockey player at the high school she’ll be attending. Anxiety, out of fear for Riley’s social future, has Riley follow Val and she meets some other hockey players. They all think she’s from Michigan and not Minnesota, but she just rolls with it.

When the girls are all ready for practice in the locker room, Riley & her friends act really immature while the coach is trying to talk. Joy tries to make things better, but Riley laughs at a joke one of her friends made at the wrong time. Coach makes everyone skate lines (I think?) as punishment.

Riley overhears some of the high school players talking about her and how immature she is. When Val is alone, Anxiety makes a plan and Riley approaches her and apologizes for getting everyone punished. Val tells her that it’s okay and that the coach being hard on her means that she’s under her radar, and that it’s a good thing.

Val tells her that they might be on the same team when they split into groups. This causes a divide between Joy and Anxiety. Joy thinks that Riley should stay with her current friends, while Anxiety thinks she should stick with Val. Riley does end up choosing Val’s team and we get a confused look from Grace and Bree.

In Riley’s head, Anxiety carries out phase two of her plan. She tells the older emotions that they’re not needed anymore and literally bottles them up. They’re sent to the Vault, which is a, well, vault that holds Riley’s deepest secrets.

In here we meet Bloofy, a Dora the Explorer/Mickey Mouse Clubhouse-style cartoon character whose secret is that Riley still enjoys the show. We also meet Lance, a video game character Riley has a crush on, whose only defense move is rolling into a ball and moving forward. There’s also Riley’s deepest secret, but he doesn’t really talk. I just have to nerd out over the different animation styles here. Lance, while being 3D, is so pixelated and made to look like an anime-style video game character. Bloofy is fully 2D animated. You had all these animation students in the audience LOVING this scene.

Riley’s deepest secret breaks the jar the emotions are bottled up in. Bloofy uses what is clearly supposed to be the Mystery Mousekatool from Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and they’re given three tool options: a tomato, something else I don’t remember, and dynamite. They use the dynamite and blow the door open. I need you guys to know that Lance cannot leave at first because he keeps walking into the wall. And then he just Riley’s secret decides to stay. The cops/guards in Riley’s mind catch them at first, but for reasons that I can’t really remember, they all end up incapacitated (handcuffs on their feet, slipped on coffee, etc.).

The emotions begin their journey to get back to headquarters and take Riley back from Anxiety’s plan.

I think the new emotions will be really good for Riley. I was not expecting Anxiety to become an antagonist, though! I love the new ways they’ve explained different parts of the mind, like the sense of self and repressed memories. The visuals are, of course, gorgeous and the story captures the sheer horror that is being 13.

I really love it so far. I’m beyond thrilled that I had this opportunity, and now I have an Inside Out 2 tote bag. I can’t wait to see the rest of it in June.

[creedslove]

HEARTLESS 💔 - PART THIRTEEN

Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels) x f!reader

Summary: it's Wyatt's birthday and you and Jack are on your way to become a beautiful family

(This is the thirteenth chapter of my HEARTLESS 💔 series)

• PART ONE TO TWELVE ON MY MASTERLIST

Warnings: fluff, so much fluff, sexual tension, mentions of smut, angst and more fluff and some jealousy too

A/N: ay besties, I don't know what to tell you guys, I love our cowboy so much and he is trying so hard, and at the same time I'm so horny for him, but aren't we all? Anyway, I hope you enjoy it, there's enough fluff and some drama too ❤️

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You had knocked on Jack's door three times already and he hadn't opened it. You could tell yourself it was just impatience as you really wanted to wake Wyatt up to wish him a happy birthday along with his daddy, now that three of you were an actual family - for the weekend at least, so you two could figure things out and see if you could give each other a real chance, giggling at the realization that yes, you probably would give each other a chance.

You knocked once more and there was still no sign of Jack and you rolled your eyes a little, as several scenarios ran through your mind: what if Jack was busy doing something? Maybe he was in a meeting with Statesman, or another agency like the Kingsman, or instead of working in the middle of the night, what if Jack was doing something else? Like maybe touching himself.

You felt a shiver down your spine to picture that scene, one you'd witnessed several times, the way Jack pumped his cock, how his heavy balls quivered whenever he was nearing his orgasm and how he just shot his thick load - very often on your face or directly into your mouth. At the sinful images you pictured in your mind, you felt a warm going down your core and pressed your legs together. All you needed to do was to get into his room and crawl into his bed, he often lay on his back, so you could surprise him by straddling and moving your hips softly against his until Jack opened his eyes and found you ready for his cock.

You immediately shook your head and snapped those thoughts away, you needed to focus, you had a family tradition to introduce to Jack, and yet, you were standing outside his door, having dirty thoughts about his body.

Your hand was tired of holding the small cake while you knocked with your free one, Helen's words echoing in your mind as she told you about the evening he'd washed down sleeping pills with whiskey and again the feeling of sadness hitting you. He wouldn't do that now that things were falling into place, would he? You really hoped he wouldn't, so without any more waiting, you opened the door to his room, as quiet as you could and placed the cake on the dressers, seeing how the cowboy slept peacefully in bed.

Funny how out of all the absurd thoughts that ran through your mind, not once you considered he could've just been sleeping.

You smiled at yourself, as you tiptoed around his bed, seeing Jack and Wyatt were so similar even when they both slept. Whiskey always looked a lot younger when he was asleep, perhaps it was how relaxed he got, without a care in the world, or maybe how messy his hair looked, giving him a boyish appearance.

"Jack?" You whispered, approaching the edge of the bed, wanting to wake him up without startling him. You didn't want him to go into his full secret agent mode, thinking you were an intruder. Technically you were intruding his bedroom, but you figured he wouldn't actually complain about that.

"Jack?" You asked again, your hand touching his face gently, he was so warm you could just lie right next to him there and go back to sleep without trying too hard.

About the third time you called his name, Whiskey finally opened his eyes, startled as he immediately sat up and watched around the room, looking for some imminent danger or threat; and then his eyes fell on you. At first he thought he was dreaming, why were you in his room? And wearing that goddamn beautiful nightgown. Jack was a classic man, he enjoyed women who wore nightgowns because not many of them were able to look beautiful, elegant and painfully sexy in those, but you checked all the boxes. You would be the death of him, especially with those beautiful eyes, staring into his own in the puzzling silence you two shared. He didn't hesitate before wrapping his hands around your waist, pulling you to him and kissing your lips without a warning. He wanted to make sure he wasn't dreaming, that any of what happened the day before wasn't just a sweet trick from his imagination. He'd lost track of how many times he'd fantasized about you joining him in that bed, so he needed to assure himself you were real.

You were.

He could state by the warmth he felt the moment your soft breasts touched his naked chest, how your body weight felt just right on top of his and your hungry lips never gave him any sign of wanting to stop. The way he felt your fingers running through his scalp and tugging at his curls, being obvious you wanted that just as much as he did. You realized all you would have to do was place a leg on each side of his body and lower yourself a little so you could ride that cowboy until sunrise and for a few seconds you were seriously tempted in doing it. At that moment you deeply regretted asking him to be patient as you didn't want to jump into his bed, because the moment that devilish cowboy touched you, you wanted nothing but to jump into his bed and let him fuck you raw, the way only Jack Daniels was able to do it.

As tempting as that was, you remembered the whole reason why you were in his bedroom in the first place, so you took the hard task of breaking the kiss, nibbling his lower lip softly as your finger traced his sharp jawline "I'm sorry to wake you up and startle you, but it's past midnight Jack…" you whispered and you could see how his brows furrowed in confusion; of course he didn't know what you were talking about, it was his first time being part of the family and he still had a few things to get used to.

"Come on…" you said, taking him by the hand and pulling him out of the bed, he was curious as you didn't say a lot, he just put on his sweatpants over his black boxers and his stetson on, making you chuckle. No shirt on, but couldn't miss his cowboy hat.

You went to his dresser and grabbed the small cake you'd baked while everyone else went to bed. "It's past midnight, it's officially our son's birthday and we both have this tradition. I wake him up to be the first one to wish him happy birthday and we share a cupcake or something… but now you're part of it too, Jack, come on" you smiled at him and headed towards Wyatt's bedroom.

He couldn't help but feel his heart flutter in his chest, so thrilled to have his dream coming true, he followed you, beautifully marching with your gown, making an ethereal image in his mind, his tired eyes couldn't help but watching every step you took, you were mesmerizing, effortlessly gorgeous with the nicest smile he'd ever seen, the smile that had disappeared whenever he was around, and now it was reserved for him again, he was worthy of it once more.

Jack felt he couldn't help himself and wrapped his arms around your waist, having his own back to the wall, as you pulled you closer and chuckled at how worried you were about the cake

"Jack, what are you doing? We need to wake Wyatt up and sing happy birthday to him" you told him, but you weren't convinced you couldn't fight his touch "Honey please" you pouted "come on cowboy, I know you have other plans in mind, but our little cowboy really loves this tradition, you'll see it for the first time, you'll love it, I can assure you" you negotiated with him, feeling him loosening the grip around your waist, as you had convinced him, of course being with you was important but he couldn't wait to see his son's little face lighting up in happiness. He gently took the cake into his hands but not without stealing a peck from your lips.

You bit your lips, holding back your giggle and finally opened Wyatt's bedroom door.

The toddler immediately rushed back to bed, being caught red handed way after his bedtime. He knew his mommy didn't like when he didn't sleep, but he was so excited about playing with the little wood horses his daddy gave him.

He didn't have time to carefully place them into the box, so he got under the blankets and hoped his mommy wouldn't be angry, he noticed his daddy was also there and swallowed thinking he would be in trouble.

However, you smiled at him as you turned the lights on "you don't have to hide baby, mommy and daddy aren't angry you were playing, we both know you're a cowboy like daddy who loves your horses" you stroked your son's soft curls and watched as he sighed in relief "we're here because it's past midnight and we want to wish you a happy birthday" you chanted at the same time Jack lowered himself, showing Wyatt the small and very cute cake you'd baked and he had the proof you were not wrong when you said he would love to see Wyatt's happiness, because that little cowboy was all over the place, squealing happily and clapping his chubby small hands. He hugged you and Jack, pulling you two even closer, and you kissed his forehead.

You started singing a happy birthday song and Jack followed you, the way his son's smile was wide and beautiful - like yours - pierced right through that cowboy's heart, making him think of all the horrible things he did to you and Wyatt. You heard his voice break in the middle of the song, and turning to him, you saw he couldn't hide the tears that insisted on rolling down his cheek. Wyatt, at the same time he was thrilled about the tradition he shared with his mommy and now with his daddy too, got distracted by his father's tears, not understanding why he was sad. He took his eyes off the delicious cake his mommy had made and climbed his daddy's lap

"It's okay, don't cwy dada" he took his small hand to Jack's face, wiping away his tears just like his mommy did whenever Wyatt had an owwie. The cowboy on the other hand, couldn't take the amount of love he was receiving, the amount of love he craved but didn't deserve. His gorgeous son, looking at him with the most sympathetic eyes he'd ever seen, with nothing but love and purity inside, and Jack was taken back to the night he'd told you to get rid of the baby, at that moment he didn't see what a vile, horrible thing that was, but now that Jack his son in his arms, he saw what a monster he'd been. He didn't understand why you had decided to give him a second chance, he knew you were too good for him.

Wyatt snuggled against his daddy's chest once he felt his large arms around his small frame, smiling up at you, as Wyatt reached for your hand, holding it gently, in a way to feel close to his entire family.

Then Jack shot you the saddest eyes you'd ever seen, they were reddish with tears, in a silent apology you knew it didn't come from his mouth, but from his heart and you nodded at him, wanting to relieve some of the pain he felt. He couldn't escape it as it was just a punishment and consequence of the actions he'd done in the past, but perhaps you could soothe his heart a little. You wrapped your arms around his waist and the three of you remained in each other's embrace in a very comfortable silence.

When Wyatt asked for a slice of cake, Jack finally wiped his tears, nodding and picking him up, taking him downstairs where you could get them plates so the toddler wouldn't make a mess. You watched as both father and son helped themselves to the full slices, and smiled big at them.

"Jack… I was hoping to stay with Wyatt for a few more days on the ranch, if it's okay with you?" You suggested the cowboy, who widened his eyes in surprise and barely swallowed the cake he was chewing on, before immediately agreeing. Wyatt was over the moon, to know he'd stay with his parents at that amazing place and the love of his little life: his beautiful pony Silver Star.

After the cake session was over, Jack took him upstairs, Wyatt nearly falling asleep, with his face resting against his daddy's shoulders and small hands gripping him, never wanting to let go. He tucked him in and smiled sadly at the sight of his old wood horses, glad to know his son liked it so much, but still upset with the time he'd spent apart. He couldn't help himself but picture what life would be like if you two got back together for real and tried for another baby, he knew you would never trust him with that, but he would like to think he would take his chance to be a great husband and even better dad to Wyatt and the little girl you two you would - because he was sure in his heart the next member of the Daniels family would be a little princess - and he chuckled thinking to himself he would spend all the money he had on ponies if that meant he would please his wife, his son and his baby daughter.

He went downstairs as quick as he could and found you in the kitchen, washing the plates you three had used and wrapped his arms around your waist once more. That old cowboy couldn't help himself and loved touching you whenever he could, a part of him worried you would fall back into your senses and reject him, so he felt he should take all his chances to have his hand on you. And another part of that cowboy just longed for your touch, as much as you longed for his during the years.

You quickly turned around and smiled, hugging his waist as he pressed you against the sink.

You two remained in a comfortable silence until Jack looked down licking his lips and then back at you again. There it was, the hurt in them again. You stroked his cheek and before he could say anything, you nodded.

"I know Jack… I really do…" you said in a low voice "we both know how bad it was, at some point, I hated you Jack, I really did, and it took me a while to believe you have good intentions, you know that… but now we are working on it, right?" He nodded with the sweetest look in his face and your heart tightened in your chest "I wanna stay with Wyatt, not permanently, not for now at least, but I think it'll be a nice thing" you smiled and pecked his lips, taking his hat off and placing it on your head

"Just play your cards right… I'm breaking the cowboy hat rule for the second time, and you know what happens in the third strike… Earn that strike" you winked at home and walked out the kitchen.

•••

The night was agonizing for you, as you couldn't help yourself but think of Jack the entire time, every single touch he'd left on your body burned your skin and you kept thinking of him the entire time, you tossed and turned in bed, and you cursed yourself for giving him that speech about earning you because it could take time, when in reality you wanted to ride that cowboy literally to the sunrise - which would happen in a few hours - time enough for you to go to his room and…

You stopped yourself right there, you still hadn't even talked to Frankie, he needed to know your relationship was over, you didn't know if he would accept it, but even if he didn't, he wouldn't actually have a say in it, it wasn't like he could force you to be with him, besides, you wanted to be with Jack, you would give it a try, and for that neither of you couldn't have anyone holding you back. You completely forgot to tell Jack you had invited Frankie, but you hoped it wouldn't be a problem, after all, it was your boy's big day.

However, as much as you tried rationalizing, all you could think of was that cowboy. He was definitely driving you insane and you couldn't wait to get your hands on him. Or rather have his hands on you. Or both.

You grabbed your phone with a devilish idea and opened your Tinder app, knowing that if Jack still had his, his profile would show. You suffocated a squeal when you quickly found him, you laughed out loud, seeing his profile was corny and kinda ridiculous, just like Jack could be at times and you absolutely loved it. You immediately swiped him to the right and hoped he would see the notification popping up on his phone.

Jack on the other hand couldn't sleep at all, after you'd woken him up, he had too many thoughts, emotions and ideas going on and he simply couldn't calm down. He was anxious and excited about Wyatt's party but your words also puzzled him. How could he earn his strike? Of course he wanted to take you to bed but it was not only that, he wanted to have you in his bed every single night for the rest of his life, he wanted to make you his wife, and sometimes he just didn't believe himself you were actually giving him a chance to do it, it just felt too good to be real.

He frowned when he heard his phone buzz, that was his personal phone and well, he didn't have many friends who would reach for him, let alone in the middle of the night. He'd convinced himself he would just ignore it but then he thought of his mom and worried something might have happened. Ever since he started losing her to dementia he knew it was going to be a long road, so he had his aunt living with her full time and best care, but luckily, when he lit up his screen he saw a Tinder notification.

Jack frowned, confused at it, he hadn't even opened his profile since the disastrous date he attempted to have, but someone had liked him? Well, too bad, he wasn't interested in it anymore. He had a family, a son and a future wife he intended to win back, but he was a southern gentleman and he wouldn't just expose himself anymore, as he wanted to make things right with you, so he decided to delete his account. However, when he opened the app, he gasped and squinted his eyes to make sure he was actually seeing what he thought he was seeing. It was you! Your profile, you had matched him and sent him a cowboy emoji. He couldn't believe that. What game were you playing? He was both confused and amused, and he would be lying if he said a part of him worried someone was using a fake profile of yourself to catfish him again, but that couldn't happen, could it? He knew the only way to make things clear would be texting you back.

But that was dumb. Of course, it was kind of sweet, a nice symbolism, but he wanted to see you in person, he wanted to talk to you, there was no reason to be locked in the room and texting like a couple of teenagers if you were just a few feet away, so Jack got out of the room and walked to yours, knocking on your door and watching as you opened it with a smug expression on your face.

For the second time that night, Jack Daniels stood in his half naked glory, only sweatpants hanging so low on his hips and a cowboy hat on his head covered his sinful body. If you weren't pinning like a love sick puppy you'd find his combination of clothes at least…peculiar.

"What is it cowboy?" You asked but was immediately caught by his strong arms, dragging you inside and placing you against the mattress. He pinned you down, trapping you with his weight and making you moan louder than you intended, but the way his hands gripped your body just made you wrap your legs around his waist. The way you hungrily kissed each other, his hat getting lost in your sheets as his lips moved to your neck, the way his mustache tickled your skin and made you feel hungrier for him.

"You know, I wanted to go on a date with you before all that, Jack…"

"Consider done sugar, you'll go on a date with me first thing after Wyatt's birthday, and I can assure you I can stop this whenever you want.."

The problem was, you didn't want it to stop, it felt too good to be in your man's arms, so close to surrender to him when your own phone buzzed, making the two of you distracted. Jack was able to find it among your blankets and suddenly, he stopped completely, his weight lifting off your body, as he went serious staring into your phone screen. He clenched his jaw and you could see a vein popping in his neck.

"What's wrong, Jack?" You asked in a frown, but he swallowed it and scoffed handing you your phone.

"Nothing, sugar… it just seems Frankie's got his third strike…"

You were confused at his words until you went pale at Frankie's open conversation

"Miss you babe, thinking of you 😉"

That's what it read right under the dick picture he'd sent you.

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A/N: I love that Jack spent this chapter literally in nothing but sweatpants and a cowboy hat and he was wearing already too much in my opinion... And now Frankie ruins it? Can you imagine when he shows up at the party? Let's hope Jack doesn't turn into an asshole again 😢

[sinfullyrosey]

TWST Lamia!Reader Thoughts

I forgot I had typed up this little idea a while back and never finished it. Not one of my better works given how it was written, but eh. Fandom could always need more fics where the Reader isn’t human.

Kalim Al-Asim X GN!Lamia!Reader X Jamil Viper (can be read as either platonic or romantic)

Warnings: Reader does eat somebody, but nothing too graphic is described (it’s not sexual in nature, more so dark tbh)

All Characters are 18+

The Scarabia dormleader hasn’t been as chipper as he usually is. He seems much more distracted, isn’t as excited during parties, and all around just doesn’t seem like himself. Some of the other Scarabia students had taken notice and became concerned, asking if maybe another party would cheer him up or if he should go on a magic carpet ride around the dorm? But any and all suggestions were sadly shot down as the young Asim sighs heavily.

Kalim laments on how he’s homesick and misses his family, but especially misses his “pet snake” that he got as a birthday gift a few years back. He hasn’t seen them since attending Night Raven and has only ever been able to talk to them through the phone. The last bit about talking to the snake confused a few students, but they just chalked it up to something Kalim would do.

So, it was suggested that the snake just be sent over to stay in the Scarabia Dorm by some of the students.

Jamil immediately objected, saying they’re too big and would require a whole dorm room to themselves, along with a strict feeding schedule and he’s already got enough on his plate to deal with and- he’s forced to relent after the Asims agree to send his snake over after Kalim commented on it in their last phone call.

After all, they’ve been rather fussy lately without Kalim around and the servants are scared tired of dealing with the Asim heir’s “pet.”

So, everybody (excluding Kalim and Jamil) was expecting some rare, exotic snake like a python or viper hybrid or other.

What they weren’t expecting was an actual, full-sized lamia nestled comfortably in a bed of pillows and fine silks, decorated in jewelry and gold, their eyes scanning the room and tongue flickering out in contentment.

While the rest of the dorm was gawking and sending questionable looks Jamil’s way, Kalim was vibrating in excitement and blabbing away next to his “pet,” asking them if they were comfortable, if they needed anything, if they were hungry perhaps?

The last comment made the others stiffen and slowly inch their way towards the exit, not wanting to be a possibly hungry lamia’s next meal.

Seizing the opportunity, Jamil grinned and commented, “If any of you cause trouble, you’ll be the next one on their plate.”

The number of incidents that typically happened around the dorm seemed to decrease that first week.

Once things had settled in and the dorm got used to the reptilian dormmate, everything basically went on as usual. Kalim was back to his old self and Jamil now had another thing to add to his daily tasks (though Kalim insisted he could do most of the lamia’s chores on his own). Plus, now Jamil had somebody he could properly vent to who’d listen and act as a second bodyguard to the young heir.

Speaking of which…

One night, Kalim begged to be allowed to have you sleep with him in his bed, just this once! He had cried about how he just really missed you and that he’d be fine considering he used to do the same thing back when they were all kids, which Jamil countered with a, “You weren’t supposed to do it back then either.” No matter the begging and pleading, Jamil said no and that was that. You’d remain in your own room, in your own bed, and Kalim will do the same.

Kalim was sad, but relented, heading off to get ready for bed, you slithering close behind to wish him a goodnight before returning to your own room for the night.

The night was particularly cold, prompting Kalim to sleep with a few extra pillows and sheets. He was curled up peacefully, snuggling a pillow close to him, completely unaware of the danger slowly creeping up and through the open balcony. The stranger, oh-so quietly and cautiously, made their way into the dormroom, scanning the room to make sure the coast was clear.

The room was dark, with only the Moon illuminating the bed where the Asim heir lied, exposed, and unprotected, his usual retainer nowhere in sight. The assassin made sure that everybody else was fast asleep, including Jamil, before making their move. They knew about past assassination attempts and studied them to see where they failed.

Everything had fallen into place and now was the perfect time to strike!

The assassin crouched as to stay stealthy and slowly began to tiptoe towards the canopy, dagger in hand. With each step, Kalim came more into view, still snoozing away. He was surrounded by pillows and blankets, wrapping around him like a warm, secure hug. Too bad it wouldn’t be enough to protect him from the dagger that was now raised and at the ready.

Sudden movement made the assassin halt for a second, shifting their attention away from the sleeping face of the Asim, and towards one of the blankets at his side. The assassin listened and waited in case it was their target that made the movement and was waking up.

Another small movement, this time from the other side of the heir, caught their attention. Something was shifting around the Asim, but the assassin didn’t know quite what it was. They didn’t recall Kalim sharing a bed with anyone or anything, not human or animal.

They tried to follow the movements, but it was hard to see in the dark and seemed to be coming from multiple points on the bed, causing the pillows and sheets to tumble and shift from the odd movements. They followed along around the sleeping boy before, eventually, their gaze stopped towards the end of the bed, a little bit away from Kalim’s position.

What they saw made them stop dead in their tracks.

Through the darkness, the figure of another human was gazing right at them, eyes gleaming at them in a soft, yet menacing glow. They didn’t look like any normal human eyes, the pupils were sharpened into thin slits, resembling some sort of unknown beastman species the assassin was not sure of.

But before the stranger could formulate a plan to off you first before moving onto their real target, more movement on the bed briefly caught their attention. And what they saw made their blood run cold.

They realized all too late it wasn’t just pillows and blankets that surrounded the still sleeping heir. It was the scaly, smooth coils of a reptile that had weaved its way around Kalim and the bed, offering a protective circle around him. Their gaze trailed back down to the other person in the bed whose watchful eyes were still trained on the intruder.

The realization was too late. The lamia had already sat up in bed and in that split second of distracted regret, they striked.

The next morning, Kalim wakes up to see you, his precious lamia friend, with a full belly.

A very full belly.

“Oh, did you get a midnight snack?”

You crack open a single eye, tongue flickering at him sleepily. He beams at your simple response and shuffles out of bed.

“That’s okay, I’ll let Jamil know that you won’t be needing breakfast! I’ll be back later to rub your belly if you want!”

And with that, the excited boy ran out of the room to get something to eat and tell all about the little “sleepover” he had with you, forgetting that Jamil had even forbade it.

Later, Jamil enters the room where you’re still sleeping off the meal and approaches you. He doesn’t say anything, just sizes you up and down before examining further by carefully pressing on your stomach, where the noticeable lump was. You didn’t mind, used to his prodding by this point.

Once he was done checking for whatever he was checking for (not like you cared all that much), Jamil looked at you with an unimpressed expression, crossing his arms.

“You weren’t supposed to be in here.”

You flick your tongue at him.

“But it looks like that was a good thing, if the body in your stomach says anything.”

You respond with another flick, stomach gurgling loudly as if confirming his suspicions.

He could only sigh at your antics.

“Fine, whatever, what’s done is done. I need to get to work before Kalim gets into trouble…”

He turns to leave, only to almost trip in place when something grabs one of his ankles. He looks down to see your tail slowly inching its way up his leg and to his waist. He was about to scold you when you pulled him towards you with your tail.

“Y/N, let go.”

You did not. Instead, curling your tail around him more and pulling him in for cuddles.

“Y/N, no. I’m not Kalim, so no cuddles.”

You nonchalantly stare back at him, readjusting both you and him on the bed to get more comfortable, softly hissing in the process.

“Y/N.”

You yawn.

Now, Jamil was still able to use his hands and magic to get free. If he really wanted to, he could use Snake Whisper to make you let go. But he knew doing so would only irritate you and lead Kalim to try and keep the peace, which would most likely end with all three of you in a cuddle pile.

He can deal with Kalim’s antics, and your antics, but not both of your antics.

The tired student let out a groan, slumping against your coils. He could afford to spend a few minutes or so humoring you until returning back to the stress that is his life. Kalim’s probably too caught up with breakfast and talking the other dorm students’ ear off to notice his absence. So, accepting his fate, Jamil shuffled in his spot to get more comfortable. You allowed him to adjust your coils, but still kept them wrapped around his waist, soaking up his heat just like you had with Kalim last night.

Once settled in, you laid your head back down on the pillow while he used the end of your tail as a makeshift one. He’d never admit it, but he appreciated the attention the lamia was giving him, knowing you were only doing it to give him a break. And besides, Jamil deserved some peace and quite for once.

Bonus

“So much for getting some alone time.”

Jamil sighed, watching as Kalim excitedly rubbed your still full stomach, both hands soothing the restlessness of your belly. It gurgled and growled under his touch. Your underbelly scales were smooth and cold, acting as a stim for Kalim who happily indulged both of you.

“You must have eaten a lot last night, huh Y/N?”

Jamil rolled his eyes at Kalim’s ignorance but wasn’t about to tell him the truth and possibly upset him. Maybe some day he’ll connect the dots on his own, but for now, you’re just his innocent little snake and it will stay that way.

“Yeah, one could say I was hungry enough to eat a whole person.“ You lazily smirked, much to the shock of Jamil and naïve confusion of Kalim.

Welp, maybe those dots will be connected much sooner than anticipated.

[nessle]

Quaritch smut

MY FIRST SMUT AND STORY OVER ALL ENJOY!!!!

(Female!navi!reader!)

WARNINGS: fingering!penetration!spitting!blowjob!kidnapping!non con!crying!

Your pov or thoughts basically

Something smutty or ‘dramatic’ happens

Summary: so basically you get kidnapped by quaritch and since you didn’t want to give any information quaritch decides to take something else.

You lo’ak, kiri, spider,and tuk were going to the battle field where jake sully and quaritch fought. “Guys I really think we shouldn’t be here” you sighed. “I think she’s right Lo’ak you’re already In enough trouble” kiri agreed. Lo’ak stopped and turned to you both. “Come on kiri and y/n stop being like that,besides wouldn’t it be fun to see this place?” lo’ak said joyfully. You sighed and kept walking next to kiri knowing you guys shouldn’t be anywhere near this place. You guys we getting close until you noticed these other navi ?. They had guns and was fully dressed in camou. This couldn’t be good. Lo’ak Informed his dad about the situation. All of a sudden lo’ak warned us to leave and rushed us to get up. As we were escaping the other Navi jumped in and captured all of us. One of the Navi pulled Lo’ak by his main braid causing him a lot of pain. A bigger Navi amongst the rest walked up to Lo’ak. He asked him a few questions but I couldn’t hear properly because of the rough pulling of my hair.

The Navi behind me was tugging at my main braid yelling at me to be quiet. The bigger Navi amongst them all pulled out what seemed to be some dash cam footage. It was when jake and quaritch battled. The bigger Navi had a expression that described sadness and fear. All of a sudden everyone goes quiet because of the sound of rustling. You and everyone else heard neytiri’s call. All of you looked at each other and immediately knew what was going on. You saw one of neytiri’s arrows pierce one of the navis head and was quick to attack. You managed to get away and run along a branch with spider. You lost your footing and fell along with Spider. You both were sent rolling down the hill. You hit ur head on a branch and became unconscious. You and spider were abducted. You were pulled into a helicopter and was flown to an unknown location.

You woke up in a empty room with a on a bed in a very bland room. You saw a table and and two chairs surrounded it. You had a terrible fucking headache. You went to rub ur head but found your arm was cuffed to the bed. You groaned and laid you head again the pillow. And tried to fall back asleep. You heard the door open and saw the familiar Navi walk in. You sat up and moved against the wall quickly. Barring you fanges at the unknow Navi. “Woah, calm down sweetness..” the Navi said softly. He sat on the large bed. “There’s nothing to be afraid of.” He moved a little closer. “That is if you tell me what I wanna hear.” You knew exactly what he meant by that. And you weren’t saying a single thing. “Now be a good lil thing and tell me where jake sully is.” he said trying to sound as nice as possible. You were way to loyal to him him and his family has done alot for you and you definitely wasn’t gonna break. You lidded you eyes and stared straight at him. He gripped you other arm and yanked you forward becoming face to face with the unknown Navi. He took a deep breath and asked you.

“How about you tell me you name cupcake?.” “Y/n…” you mumbled. “I’m colonial miles quaritch”. “But you can call me sir-” “Please don’t hurt me I don’t know any thing you might as well just let me go. I have no use to you.” You interrupted . He hummed in amusement and moved back a little. What was he going to do with you? The worst things imaginable popped up into you head. He took off his vest, tank top and his boots and got fully on the bed. You looked up at him with wide eyes and tensed up a little. You could help but notice how cut he was under all that gear. “You like what u see princes?” You face heated up a little at the name. You looked away in embarrassment. “Come on let me see this pretty eyes of yours.” Your face heated up one more. “What are u going to do to me..?” You asked so innocently. He chuckled at the thought and pushed you down all the way on your back as he towered over you. “Such a pretty face….I wonder how pretty you would look after I cummed on it..” Your pressed your legs together at his words. What did he mean by this. All of this is so confusing.

You’ve been talked to about sex but this was something way different. You felt a drop in you stomach. He looked down at ur legs. “Oh hoho u liked that didn’t you. You dirty little thing.” Tears welled up in your eyes trying to figure out what was going on. And why you felt like this. He pried you legs open and spread them. Your lioncloth was the only thing covering your sex. The Leather and feathers covering up your breast. You looked so tasty. Just for the taking. Tears rolled down your checks. “Oh don’t cry sweetness. The fun as just begun.” He said will a huge grin. He ripped off you top and loincloth. You were bear. Your eyes wander to his bulge. Practically trying to jump out of his pants at you, twitching against you thigh. “Fuck” he whisper to himself. He unbuckled his belt and turned you on you stomach. He lifted your hips and put his hand on you back to make you arch. You were completely exposed to him. You slick covering most of your sex. “What a pretty pussy you have sweetness” he took his thumb and slid it up and down your sex.

You put your face into the pillow to suppress you moan from his touch. “Hey.” He pulled at you tail. Let me hear you or I might just have to spank you.” You shiver at his words. He takes his middle finger and teases your small hole before slowing penetrating you. You moaned never feeling this rush through your body. “ Ha if you like that just wait till I show u something better.” You wonder what he meant by that’s. Was he gonna fuck you? What he gonna torment you like this for answers? What did he want?. He added another finger which made you arch even more. “Fuckkk” you moaned. He curled his fingers inside of you hitting that one sweet spot inside of you. You felt a knot become in you stomach. You were going to cum soon. Before could even get another thought in he removed his fingers. Just when you thought it was over he took of his cammies. And revealed his huge erection restrained by he underware. He laughed at you surprised expression. “Told ya I had something better than fingers.” He smiled.

Your eyes were unintentionally widened. You watched him as he removed his underwear. It slapped against his stomach with a bounce. It had a slight curve to the right with a few veins along it. You tried to move, trying to escape his grip. He held you a little more tightly. “Heh your not going anywhere anytime soon sweetness.” How did you even get yourself here? All be cause you list your footing on that branch? You wouldn’t be here now if we’re paying attention. More tears started to fall from your cheeks as you thought. “Oh baby don’t cry. It will be over soon. I promise.” He aligned himself with your sex,spreading it with his tip. You froze praying that it wouldn’t hurt to bad. He slowly pushed the tip in,slowly trying to let you adjust to his size. “Please don’t hurt me demon..” you manage to say. He tugged at your tail once more. “What did I tell you to call me.” “I’m sorry sir…” “Good girl.” He push a little more inside of you, forcing out a moan from you. Second by second he pushed a little more into you. “Your so fucking tight,I should make this pussy all mine..” he trailed of as he was close to bottoming out.

You were a mess already. Still crying but face flushed a deep purple because of the stretch of his cock. You know that you should be trying to break free of his grasp and attempt to escape. But it felt oh to good. You gripped the sheets of the bed trying to keep your balance. You kept leaning to one the right and tho left,basically swaying. He let go of your tail and placed his other hand on the other side of your hip. Showing your pathetic attempt to keep you balance. He pulled out, only leaving the tip is for a moment just to slam back into within an instant. A loud moan escaped your mouth, causing both of you to groan at the sudden action. “Fuck baby your squeezing me so fucking tight, you make me wanna cum already.” He started to pick up the pace maintaining a rhythm that already had you dripping down your legs. You laid you chest against the bed, wanton moans coming from you. “Sir please.” “Please what sweetness?, come on tell me what you want. ” He knew exactly what you wanted but he wanted to hear you say it he wanted you to say the filth that came to you mind.

How bad he wanted to corrupt you. This sweet girl who is just to nice and would do anything for the people she loves. Would never break the rules and would never disobey anyone.

“I want you to go faster..please sir.” You breathlessly said. “See that all you had to saw sweetness. It wasn’t that hard was it?” he said sitting up. “No sir.” He adjusted his hands on your waist and started to pick up the pace while fucking you. It was so much,he was just to big. You could barely take it. After a couple of moments the knot in your stomach started to come back but more Intense. Your legs started to tremble. “About to cum already we just got started?” He said mockingly. He lifted up his left leg just to get a little deeper inside you. “AH.” You screamed as you came all over his cock and your thighs. “Shit” he said chasing his own release. You just felt way to good. Your walls already squeezing him and now since you came he was on edge. You on the other hand was overstimulated. He leaned back down with his chest against your back and rubbed messy circles around your sensitive clit.

Not to soon after you collapsed onto the bed filled up with quaritchs seed. You were his now mated for life. Now you really couldn’t go back home especially not pregnant. Lo’ak and kiri would never look at you the same.

IF YOU LIKED THIS HIT THAT LIKE BUTTON

if y’all wanna see a fluff! Ending to this comment⬇️

[smuttyfang]

Endeavor, Addicted

This is a scenario I thought of that I'm actually super proud of! Endeavor has been messing around with you since he began struggling with his family, and he decides it's time to break things off.. but can he?

Words: 1,776

Would anybody believe you, if you told them? No way they would. You? Banging one of the most well known and strongest heroes in the world? Yeah, right. But it was true. Endeavor. Enji Todoroki. The Flame Hero. You were dating him.

Well.. could you really call it 'dating'? You had to keep the relationship a secret since it started. He wanted to keep up appearances, and avoid his family discovering his affair. Sure, most people would be super turned off by the whole situation. You found it unbelievably sexy though. As you went through your day to day life, you felt like you had power. Knew more than most did. You had him wrapped around your finger. He told you things he was never supposed to tell others. He came to you, to your bed, every time he felt defeated or frustrated. He made love to you. He fucked you.

Lately, he's been coming less and less though. There were a lot of new dangers and villains coming along here lately, so you tried not to let it get to you. But you felt like lately, his emotions for you had been waning. You didn't know what to do. It didn't feel like 'love' in a conventional sense. But fuck, you didn't ever want to be without Enji.

Ever.

Knock, knock.

The noise at your door distracted you from your thoughts. Going to answer it, you opened the door to find Enji standing there.

"Well, well, I was just thinking about you." You admitted.

"Good thoughts, I hope." He stepped inside.

"More than good." You lied, closing the door behind him. You went to him immediately, wrapping your arms around his large frame as much as you could. You began rubbing his shoulders, and he sighed in enjoyment. He let his head fall back, basking in the feeling of your touch. "Want me to show you what I was thinking about you?" You said, seductively.

"I.. I do.." You could hear the hesitation in his voice. You pulled away, crossing your arms. He turned toward you.

"What's wrong, Enji?" You asked. He sighed, his eyes telling you everything you needed to know. Your worst fear was happening.

"I.. I adore you, so much. But we can't continue this." Your sadness immediately turned to anger, tears welling up in your eyes.

"Why the fuck not?"

"I.. I'm sorry." He said, defeated and unsure.

"Just tell me what is going on, Enji. Don't beat around the bush." You couldn't hear it. You couldn't handle it.

"I'm sure you've been able to tell I haven't been myself around you the last few weeks. I.. I'm trying to be a better father. A better husband. I want to.. reconnect with my family." You let out a sarcastic laugh, walking over to the coffee table. There were some old, dead flowers still there that Enji had gotten you a few weeks prior.

"So, you're just going to leave me?"

"Listen, I'm not leaving you with nothing." He approached you, trying to place his hand on your shoulder, but you pulled it away.

"Sure fucking sounds like it. If I don't have you, I have nothing." He sighed.

"Listen, please." He tried to lift your chin to get you to look at him, but you refused to meet his eyes. "I've made an anonymous payment for you to permanently own this house. You won't have to pay anything for it anymore. It's yours." He tried once more to get you to look at him. "I've paid off your car, too." You shoved his hand away from your face.

"Is that supposed to fucking make things better!? What does that do!? Clear your guilty fucking conscious!?" Tears were falling from your eyes now. He stopped talking to let your scream at him. He listened as your scream echoed throughout the room, he let you beat his chest, he didn't even move or flinch when you threw the vase of dead flowers at the wall behind him.

"Let it out.. I deserve to hear and bare it all." You didn't know how long you went for. You completely lost track of time. By the time you finished, your living room was trashed. You sat down on the couch, your emotions beginning to make your body and mind feel numb. Sitting there in silence for the longest time, you simply stared at the floor. Enji eventually moved to sit beside of you. He placed his arm around your shoulder. You wanted to push him away, but your energy was gone at this point and your mind was numb.

"Enji.. please don't do this to me. I'm begging you. I.. sacrificed so many good relationships I could've had for you." You thought of all the times you'd had others interested in you. You felt stupid for turning them down now.

"I don't want to hurt you. I never did, and I never meant to hurt you. I was.. in a very dark place when you came into my life. I shouldn't have lead you on like this. I'm so sorry." He tried to show how genuine he was by getting on his knees in front of you. He pushed your knees apart gently, wrapping his arms around you and hugging you tightly. "You helped me through such a dark time. I don't want to hurt you. Not in the slightest." You thought you could hear his voice crack just a bit. "I just feel like this is what I need to do. For my family." He looked at you, hoping you would look back. You did this time. You could see in his eyes how hurt he was. "That's why I tried to help you by paying for your things. Not to clear my own mind. Just to make your life easier, after me making it more difficult.." His hands gripped you tightly as he let out a shaky breath. "I am still here. I always will be. I will help you if you ever need it. You only have to ask."

"I don't.." You sighed, trying to form a proper sentence. "I don't want anything else. I just want you, Enji.."

"Please, tell me what I can do to make this change easier. If I can do it, I will." You felt your anger boiling up once more, but you just couldn't let it out like you wanted.

"Can you do one more thing for me?" You asked, and he nodded. "Please make love to me one more time." He sighed, letting his head fall to look at the floor.

"This is only going to make things harder for both of us.." He looked at you again, with a mixture of sadness and lust. His eyes went from yours, down to your lips, and back again. He clearly didn't want this to end either.

"I don't care. Make it harder." The emotion and lust for you overwhelmed him. He pushed his lips onto yours, his tongue immediately sliding past your lips to explore your mouth. He continued, only breaking the kiss long enough to pull each of your shirts over the others head. He didn't even allow the passionate kiss to be broken as he ripped your pants away, along with his own. Unclasping your bra, he tossed it across the room. He reached down, fondling and playing with your tits with aggression and desire. He sucked your nipples. switching back and forth between playing with one and his mouth on the other. "Fuck, Enji.." He let his other hand trail down your stomach, roughly moving your panties out of the way enough for him to play with your clit. Your hand trailed down his stomach, grabbing his cock out of his boxers. He was leaking precum already. He hissed through his teeth at the feeling of your hand on him.

"Shit.." He gasped. "I can't.. I can't get away from you." You grinned, letting your body fall off the couch and onto the floor on your knees. You took him into your mouth, also using your hand to please him. Looking up at him, he was looking down into your eyes. Seeing you like that made his cock twitch even more in your mouth as you bobbed up and down on him. You gave him one final suck, pulling him out of your mouth with a 'pop'. He reached down to you, picking you up like a rag doll and making you lean your body over the coffee table. You spread your legs wide open for him.

"Please, Enji.. my body craves you.." You could hear him gasp slightly, your words turning him on even more. Before you had time to think of anything else, he began shoving his huge cock inside of you. Inch by inch, he sheathed himself inside of you. He was large, making you feel so full and stuffed. You loved the feeling. "Nobody else can fill me up like you, Enji."

"F-fuck.." He sighed and began thrusting into you. His hot hands gripped your hips almost painfully, pulling you back onto him with every thrust. The coffee table began rocking with your body, becoming unstable with his thrusts. Getting frustrated at this, Enji picked you up once more. He sat down on the couch, spreading his legs wide to offer you a seat. You listened immediately, plopping yourself onto his lap. Lifting your body up, you used his shoulders to stay up while he placed his cock at your hole. You let your body fall back down on him, both of you sighing in pleasure as he was sheathed inside of you once more. You began bouncing up and down on him, only slowing down to move your hips back and forth so you could lean forward and kiss him. His thrusts then became more erratic and random, his breathing became heavier and more loud. He reached between your legs, playing with your clit. "Come with me." He breathed out. You used what energy you had left to ride him as hard and fast as possible. Your orgasm hit you hard, your body convulsing and walls tightening around his cock. He came soon after, unable to control himself once you clamped down on him.

"G-god.." You shivered and kissed him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. As you came down from your high, the reality of the situation came back. You held him tightly. "You're not leaving me, Enji." He wrapped his arms around your back, not saying a word.

"Fuck.." He thought to himself. "I'm in love with her.. What am I supposed to do?"

AO3

[three--rings]

Vegaspete Recs

I had been thinking of making this list for a while, but @kprecfest has made me actually do it. 

Assume all of these are kinky and contain less than perfectly healthy bdsm dynamics.  In absolutely no order at all.

Fics Set During Canon:

like a trigger, get me ready to shoot by Lise aka @veliseraptor​  (M, 6K) Vegas POV character study, looking at his sadism, his violence, and his sexual history, leading up to keeping Pete prisoner and then Pete leaving.  Ends on a down note due to canon, but really well-explored.

Starving, Faithful by nonplussed (M, 19K) - Missing scenes from Pete’s POV between the shootout and the final VP scene in ep 14.  A little sad and angsty, a little soft, nicely done.  

Post-Canon Relationship Negotiation Fics:

This is really the flavor of VP I went looking for the most, so it’s gonna be a long list. 

The Storm Never Came by heyitsathrowaway (E, 4K) Set immediately upon Vegas waking up in the hospital, this fic aches with Vegas’s POV and issues and his initial reluctance to give in to how he really wants to treat Pete.

lion in my living room by Pettecal72 (E, 6K) A very sharp Vegas POV fic of his recovery, Pete bullying him into letting himself be cared for, and Vegas finally letting himself let go enough to be really mean to Pete in bed. 

begging to bleed by Lise aka @veliseraptor (E, 10K) - Pete gets tired of Vegas being careful with him, demands Vegas stop being nice.  Vegas rises to the challenge.  Very, very hot. 

yes, love can be the violence by dustbottle (E, 8K) - A long, slow recovery, with a good dollop of angst and pain along the way, but also some very soft romantic stuff, and kinky smutty bits, too. 

my desire that you feed by evashougouki (E, 4K) - Of all of these this is very possibly my favorite.  This fic has SHARP edges and it hurts in the very best way.  Vegas and Pete are hurting, especially Vegas.  They bury their feelings in sex, after talking about it a little. 

Post-Canon Plot Fics:

I struggled with the category for these, since using ‘plot’ is misleading. They are still mostly porn.  But they involve a new status quo for Vegaspete, them settled into their life together, maybe having a few adventures or interacting with the rest of the cast.

okay, baby, here’s the leash by ThirdActLove (E, 5K) - Vegas and Pete attend their first mafia gathering post canon, right after Vegas gives Pete a diamond collar to wear.  Sexy showing off of their kinks in public, tension with the main family, lovely smut.

give me your trust, look me in the eyes and confess your lust by petes_vegas (E, 43K) Okay look is this basically 43 K of smut?  Yes, yes it is.  Pete and Vegas have a competition to see which of them can make the other come more in a 24 hour period.

i fill you up, drink from my cup by petes_vegas (E, 7K) - Pete and Vegas have a fight right before going to a mafia gathering and both try to make each other jealous...

I’ll Swear That I Love You by YourKnightOfRage (E, 45K) - 3 years post canon, Pete wakes up from an accident with amnesia.  Last he remembered he was Vegas’s captive.   Vegas and everyone else have to help him learn to trust and settle into his life again.  Really fascinating look at a future for the couple, as well as exploring their past in a different way.  Also really very soft because it’s in the context of them as a happily married couple (with Venice as their kid.)

AU Fics:

Silver Circle by greygerbil (E, 16K) - Fake relationship, enemies to lovers fic in which Pete agrees/is forced to pretend to be Vegas’s new boyfriend/partner for plot reasons.  Vegas enjoys making him uncomfortable by making him play sub for him, except they both enjoy it...a lot.

If You Had Something to Lose by @raelle-writing (E, 169K, WIP) - This is the monster of this rec post, a currently updating WIP at 15 chapters/?  This is the only WIP I’m super actively reading right now, which is how much I’m enjoying it.  Pete is a college student who saves Vegas (still a mafia heir) from some yakuza.  They strike up a casual sexual relationship that ends up drawing Pete into Vegas’s world and not being so casual at all.  Side Kinn/Porsche in which Porsche is also just a random college student.  And also Chay/Macau.  There’s a reason this fic is approaching 200K. 

There are other fics I’m either in the middle of reading or have tabs open on or whatever, this is by no means exhaustive.

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Runaway - Chapter Six.

I am so thankful to you all for your interactions, guys. Big, big love. All of the hugs! As usual, 40 notes to unlock the next part. I look forward to your commentary. I’m feeling a little blue this afternoon, so having something to cheer me up when you all manage to get to it keeps me going :) 

Previous chapters - Prologue  One  Two  Three  Four  Five

Taglist - In the comments, please DM to be added/removed

Words - 2,538

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

“Oh, this better be good, honey child, for you to be dragging my fabulous ass out of bed at 8am on a Sunday, over here to god-knows-where-vile, on the morning after I get a call from your mama telling me you ran from your wedding!”

Hannah leaned over, kissing her cheek. “I thought you’d be pleased, about the wedding running?”

Shonda snorted. “Well, I am, but that still don’t explain why the hell I’m giving you a ride from the ghetto, or what you’ve been doing here all night, and who with, more pertinently!”  

She pointed over to the small driveway. “See that big, black Harley over there?”

“Yeah, kinda hard to miss. And what of it?”  

“Well, what I was doing all night was bouncing on the dick of the guy it belongs to.”  

A barrage of almost words and splutters left her bestie’s mouth, Shonda in absolute shock, even though it did sound like something fitting of Hannah. “Y’all better be buying me coffee and a big ole’ stack of pancakes to explain every single last detail of this over!”

“Done,” she confirmed, helping herself to a piece of red rope liquorice from the ever-present bag in the centre console. “There’s a diner not far from here. Head back to the highway and it’s about a half mile away.”  

Shonda shook her head, pulling out from the curb. “It’s never a dull moment with you, pumpkin.” While she drove, Hannah took her phone from her bag, knowing she had to deal with the abundance of messages at some point, so the car journey was as good a time as any.  

‘Hey Han. Tried calling but your phone is off, can’t say I blame you. I called Uncle Rob and Aunt Jackie, and they let me know you’d messaged them to say you’re okay and just needed some time. When you feel up to it, give me a call. Love you.’ Ben, her cousin. She messaged him back to say thanks for reaching out, and she’d be in touch when things had settled a little.  

‘Just messaging to say I’m here for you if you need me. God, it was insane after you left! Wendy went ballistic, you should have seen Jackie clap back at her, fuck, it was legendary! Steve’s kinda sad he missed it now! Come by for coffee when you’re able xxx.’ Ange, her sister-in-law, who regardless of the fact her husband had steadfastly refused to attend, had wanted to show support to Hannah, although she too was no fan of Michael.  

‘I cannot believe what you did to my son, you spiteful, selfish little bitch. How dare you embarrass him like that. If you were having second thoughts, was the altar really the place to act upon them, stringing him along like that only to turn and literally run? We welcomed you into our family with open arms, and this is the thanks we receive? You are a disgrace, and I suppose I should be thankful that I didn’t end up with you as a daughter in law. If I never see you again, it’ll be too soon.’ Wendy herself. She expected as much.

If she was honest, she couldn’t blame her for taking such a stance, Hannah putting herself in her shoes and thinking how she’d feel, should it have been her hypothetical son who’d been jilted. Her feelings would have been similar. No matter how controlling Michael had been, she acknowledged that she’d been very wrong to let it get as far as them standing next to one another at the altar, his treatment of her not excusing her actions at all.  

As soon as they arrived at the diner, those actions were immediately called into question by a very expectant Shonda.

“So, give me the details. Who is Harley guy and how, on your wedding day of all days, did you manage to end up in bed with him? Oh my god, where you having an affair with him or something, and he came and kidnaped you away from it? If this was anyone else, I’d be here with my jaw swaying in the breeze, but you? Well, my jaw is still swaying, but not as much as it perhaps would be. I know you and your impulsive nature of old, so yes. Tell me.”

“I will,” she began, smirking. “When you actually shut up for long enough for me to speak.”

“Don’t you be sassy with me now, Hannah Elizabeth Gray!”

“Okay, so I’ll begin.” She sipped her fresh coffee, feeling good for the smooth hit of caffeine. “No affair, to begin with. You know I would have told you. Anyway, I was at the altar, and it just dawned on me, the lack of family presence, you not there either, and why you weren’t there. It hit me, the size of the mistake I was about to make, and so I ran. That’s when I met Manny, who was on his motorcycle moving through the traffic, and called out to me, asked if I needed a ride. So, I jumped on the back, and he got me out of there, then took me to a bar. We had a great afternoon and evening together, and then I went back to his place and had the best sex of my damned life with him on and off for about seven hours. There, the end.”

Shonda’s eyes widened. “Not the end. I have questions, but seriously, I have no idea where to begin, I’m so stunned by this!”

“Then I will sit here quietly while the counsel prepares her notes.” She sipped her coffee, smiling over the rising steam, Shonda chewing back a smirk she couldn’t quite manage to hide.

“You’re bad.”

“Yeah, he said the same.” She received a gentle slap to her forearm for that revelation.

“I mean... I just...” She ran her hands through her long, wild hair, fanning her face before settling herself neatly once more. “So, you just went drinking with this Manny guy, then ended up in bed with him?”

“Yeah, that’s about the short of it,” she replied, looking down at the menu before her. Hmmm, bacon and eggs, or an omelette? She’d definitely worked up an appetite.

“And what about Michael?”  

Hannah shrugged. “Well, I think it’s fair to say I burned that bridge down to nothing but ashes. His mother sent me scathing message, but unless he’s left me a voicemail I haven’t listened to yet, then I haven’t heard anything from him. I only switched my phone back on this morning. I didn’t want to deal with it yesterday. I just wanted to forget the whole mess. I know I have to deal with it now, though. Now I’m out from under perhaps the most handsome, charismatic man I’ve ever met. Damn.” She grinned then. “No, dayum.”

Shonda leaned in close across the table. “Come on, then. Tell me about him.”

“Oh god, you’d have been cheering from the side lines. Tall, nice body, tattoos, Latino, real mix of gentleman and bad boy. He’s thirty-nine, originally from Arizona, but moved here about a year ago. He’s a member of the Mayans MC, he’s really smart and funny...”

“Woah, hold up!” Shonda grabbed her wrist. “You got your first Latino dude, and he’s a Mayan? Girl, what a score! I swear, every time I see those guys rolling through town, my snatch does a little quiver!”

Hannah almost blew out a mouthful of coffee at her quivering snatch comment, immediately referencing her go-to response from one of their favourite movies. “You’re terrible, Muriel.”  

“No, you are!” she laughed, rolling her eyes. “Are you gonna see him again?”

“Oh, god. I really don’t know,” Hannah confessed, widening her eyes a little. “I have so much wreckage to deal with before I even think of that. I don’t think he’s in the market for anything other than a casual hook up type deal, but to be completely honest, coming out of a six-year relationship in the way that I did, neither am I.”

“Could be fun, though, when you need another ride.” Hannah giggled at her statement, shaking her head softly as they were joined by the waitress, ready to take their order with a cheery smile. “Oh, if you need an alibi last night, just say you were with me. It’s where everyone would have expected you to have gone, and it means you don’t have to reveal anything you don’t want to. It’s no one's business but yours.”

Shonda’s offer had Hannah reaching for her hands, so very glad to have a friend like her. “Love you bunches.”

“Love you, too, pumpkin. Now, I require further regaling with your sexual escapades!” She chuckled softly before as any good girlfriend would, going into the details of her wild night with the handsome outlaw. Much too soon, it seemed, and she was back in Shonda’s car, being driven over to her apartment, promising her bestie she’d call and relay how the looming showdown between her and Michael went, kissing her goodbye before jumping out.  

She felt trepidation with every step she took, deciding to kill a little more time walking up the three flights of stairs to her third-floor abode, immediately noticing the pile of boxes outside of her front door when the hallway came into view.  

Hannah owned the apartment, it wasn’t in Michael’s name, so therefore he’d be the one leaving it. She was glad he’d begun that, as she was expecting some kind of protest there, an unwillingness to vacate the dwelling, borne of him wanting to make her flighty escape from their nuptials as difficult as possible for her. Michael very much enjoyed the entertaining of revenge.  

Pushing the door open, it hit something on the other side, Hannah looking to see suitcases packed. Her suitcases, Michael deciding to liberate them, it would seem. For the sake of not wanting to add further kerosene to the fire she’d lit right under his life, she made a point not to address it, scanning her surroundings to see if anything else that was hers by rights had been pilfered. All her furnishings remained, her books and her vinyl collection luckily were untouched, too.  

Placing her keys down on the breakfast bar, she walked up the small steps that lead to the kitchen area of the open plan apartment, the only rooms walled off being the bedrooms and bathroom, Michael emerging from the latter with a holdall bag over his shoulder just as she was spooning coffee grinds into the French press.  

“Where have you been? I tried calling.” Sharp, accusatory. She expected nothing less.

“With Shonda.”

“Hmph,” he sounded, raising his eyebrows. “Should’ve known it.” He rested the holdall down, moving to the other side of the breakfast bar, Hannah filling the kettle up before placing it onto the hob and igniting the gas. “Do you want to enlighten me over what the hell yesterday was all about, then, why you left me standing at the altar? If you’ve had second thoughts over jilting me, then I’m afraid you’re too late to act upon them, as you might deduce. You humiliate me like that, and I’m gone.”

Talk about stating the obvious.

Reaching into her little bits and pieces bowl, she took out a small hair scrunchie, tying up her slightly messy waves before beginning the explanation he was owed.  

“I know I should have come to my realisation much sooner, and I take that on board, I do. As for why, I realised I just couldn’t go through with it, living a life that is essentially on your terms. You decided everything for us, Michael, and a relationship shouldn’t be like that. It was as I stood in that church that I knew, with so few people around me whom I love, that if I married you, I’d be making the mistake they’d been warning me against.”

His brow furrowed, folding his arms. “Who would you have been marrying, Hannah? Them or me? Their opinion isn’t important.”  

Typical, for him to believe only what he thought bared any credence. “But it is. Because they were right, you’re not the man for me. Some women might like every last second of their existence micromanaged by their partner, but I’m not one of them. The expectations you put on me, the constant need to have your way in everything. I realised I was compromising myself for you, and I shouldn’t do that. I deserve better than that, but equally, I know you deserve better than being run out on,” she explained.  

“It was never an issue for you before.”  

Again, such a stance was one hundred percent typical of Michael. He had absolutely no capacity to be retrospective about how any of his own actions could have resulted in this, but for Hannah, it simply wasn’t her problem any longer. If he didn’t want to see it, then she couldn’t force him to. Best of luck to his next girlfriend, she thought. “Well, it should have been, and I think it always was, but it was easier for me to pretend like it wasn’t an issue. I’ve admitted to my wrong in this, if you can’t own your share then there’s nothing more I can say or do.”

“That’s because I don’t have a share. This was all you and your compulsive nature, one I tried to rein in a little by being the decision maker, to take the pressure off of you, to be steady for you. But apparently, you still fail to see that.” Turning it back on her, she might have guessed. He had a habit of doing that.  

She knew they’d reach zero in way of resolve, so shifted instead to practicality. “Do you want me to help you keep packing?”

He snorted. “Oh, you want me out of your life as quickly as possible, then?”

“Says he who’s already moved half of his stuff out,” she couldn’t help but mutter a little pettily, not prepared to be blamed beyond her fair share. “I just wanted to offer some help, that’s all. If it isn’t needed then that’s fine, I’ll leave you be.”

They didn’t speak another word to her as he ferried his stuff out, his sister turning up part way through, telling him she’d been able to hire a U-Haul, slightly bigger than he needed, Michael complaining about the extra expense. Catherine didn’t even look at her for the entire time she helped with boxes, removing all of Hannah’s things from the only pieces of furniture he’d brought with him upon moving in, the end tables and coffee table, Hannah browsing the IKEA website for replacements as she stood out of their way in the kitchen.  

With his set of keys thumped down upon the breakfast bar three hours later, shaking her from her furniture ordering daze, her former fiancé left her apartment without a second look, Hannah breathing a huge sigh of relief. It was over. Realising that lunchtime had come and gone without her even thinking of feeding herself, she scrolled through her phone, ordering from her local takeout.

She chose a pizza with everything on it.  

[marvelgirlstories]

Hi, I'm finally back!!!

This is a Tom Holland fluff alphabet, because why not???

SFW

Warnings: None (I think)

Tom Holland,

Fluff Alphabet

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

He loves your personality. Everything about you make him smile and he will immediately tell if something is wrong.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

Yessss! He would love to, but only if you want to. He will wait as long as he needs too.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

He almost always big spoons you, unless his has had a bad day or is feeling sad.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

They are always very cute and fun. They are normally very spontaneous, he will only ask you weeks in advance if it's your birthday or something like that. He will always make sure you want to do what you are doing and often knows how to base dates of your mood.

E = Everything (You are my___ (e.g. my life, my world)

You are my life.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

You met through filming for marvel and became best friends. He realized it somewhere along the way. You were always has a crush on him but was to scared to ask.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

This man is the king of gentleness! Always makes sure his is not hurting you and you have everything you want.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

As said before, you became best friends I instantly. He loved you.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Although he tries not to show it, he does get jealous, but calms down a bit if you reassure him, you love him.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

First kiss was very sweet. You were both just hanging out and talking, when you noticed him staring. "What?", you asked. "Nothing. I just really want to do something.", he replied. You had no idea what he was going to do, so you said,"Do it." And so he kissed you, although it took you by surprise, you kissed back just before he was going to pull away.

As for how, he loved to put his hands on your waist. You would normally put them on his neck.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

He said it while he was away. He had sent you a voice message and accidently said it at the end. He didn't regret it though.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

Probably when you met his family, because you got along so well. (You got yourself 4 new best friends (Harrison, Harry, Sam and Paddy))

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

He will spoil you loads, but often with surprises. Like one day, you would get a letter in the post and it would have a plane ticket in it. Once you were in LA, he would take you anywhere you want to go. He also took you to the set of the movie he was filming. He would buy presents for occasions, like birthday, anniversary or national girlfriend day. (Sometimes if he wanted to give you a gift anyway, he would just Google what day it is, than give you one for "World Lemur Day" (28. Oct).

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

I feel like he would like green??

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Darling

(My) Love

Sweetheart (only if you are behaving the exact opposite)

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

He is a big family person. He loves it when you get along with them. I mean you always do, but he is still very happy and proud.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Netflix and chill. Like loads of cuddles. Just in bed.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

He knows what you want in different situations and will make sure that you have it. Also cuddles always help!!!

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Different things. From your work to his work, to what's on the TV and what shall we do tomorrow. You guys never run out of things to say.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

He just loves it if he gets to lay down on you, you play with his hair and you talk to him. He will almost always fall asleep.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

He doesn't really show off. Sometimes he will do a little PDA in Public to show someone you are his, but other than that nothing.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

He proposes after a lovely date on your anniversary. He made sure to ask your parents first, but they love him so of course they said yes. You were at the beach and he pointed out some birds to you. When you turned around he was down on one knee.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

Umbrella by Rihanna and Jay-Z

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Before he did, he would often think about it and hope that you said yes

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

Not at the moment as he has Tessa, but in the future a dog as well!

Hope you all like it! I'm hoping to post Stole my heart Part 3 on Monday or Tuesday and until thenI will try and post other fanfics.

See you all tomorrow 💕🩷💞

Tags:

@felicitylemon @kandis-mom

[purplesurveys]

1903

What’s the most worthwhile thing you’ve done in the last year? Mm I would say our trip to Vietnam. The last year has been pretty quiet and lowkey for me (in other words, mega uneventful), but I'm glad that trip happened.

What foods make you want to gag? Pickles and fruits.

Do you consider yourself to be organized? Mostly at work, but generally yeah.

Have you ever made out with someone? Sure.

What time do you get sleepy? Anywhere between 12-2 AM.

What music do you listen to? I like K-pop and K-R&B these days. Every now and then I'd listen to alternative pop and folk.

How old were you when you started to walk? I was told that it first happened a little after I turned 1. Checks out, because the recording from my 1st birthday party showed that I was still unable to hold myself up and walk.

Which member of your family do you get along with the best? My eldest cousin from my mom's side, and my sister.

What cheers you up when you’re sad? My dogs.

What do you sleep in? Just my usual loungewear, which is usually a t-shirt and shorts.

Have you ever tanned topless? I have not.

Wear jewelry? I don't.

What’s something you’ve been told you’re good at? Writing.

How much can you eat? Not a lot tbh. I tend to eat small portions throughout the day rather than having three appropriate-sized meals.

What’s the furthest away you’ve ever traveled? Jeju and Fukuoka.

Are you a cat or dog person? Dog!

Have you ever done drugs? Once and just weed.

What does your room look like? I have a loft bed, and the stairs were furnished such that each step is also a shelf so that I can have more storage space. The space in the lower part is my main work station, but also doubles as my lounge area since I have a makeshift sofa set up as well, which faces my TV. Under my TV are a couple of racks where much of my K-pop merch is. All in all it's very convenient for me, but it could still feel much cozier; I just always put off buying other things that can make up a certain ambience or aesthetic as it's honestly not a priority.

Recommend a really amazing book. I don't know. I don't read much, so I haven't encountered a book that I loved so much and would immediately recommend.

Recommend a really amazing song. Wild Flower by RM.

Recommend a really amazing movie. 2001: A Space Odyssey.

Who’s your favorite actor/actress? Kate Winslet.

Have you ever run away from home? Nope.

Do you exercise ever? Nope.

Do you like your hair, the way it is and the color? It's not the best right now as the purple color's all faded, but I also don't intend on bleaching/dyeing it again; I think that phase is over hahaha. That said I'm just waiting for it to grow out so I can go back to black.

Do you have any friends named Baloo? Or is he just in the Junglebook? No.

Are you a Disney movie fan? Just selectively, lol. Some movies don't call to me like the others do.

Do you eat seafood? Of course.

When was the last time you cried? Last week.

Do you have good working habits? Sure.

So where the hell do you want to go in life? I want to be stable first, then once I've achieved that all I really want is to live a life of happiness and a feeling of fulfillment.

What are your boundaries? In my personal life, I like to keep my circle tight and closed. The idea of dealing with different social groups and having to shine different aspects of my personalities for them seems so exhausting lol. I've never had a problem being mostly alone.

In my work life, I'm closed off and I'm happy keeping it that way. Lots of people my age seem to want to find friendships in their work, but it's honestly not for me – I've tried, and I just end up feeling so sucked out of energy. I also do not care for gossip and report to my 9-6 just aiming to do my tasks and do my best in those tasks, so it can get frustrating when my name gets entangled in work conversations when I'm just doing my job – but that's Filipino gossip culture for ya.

All in all I really just don't give a fuck and have started focusing on my own peace and my own happiness. And life's turned out a lot sweeter that way.

What are some of the funniest things you can think of? Improv comedy can get stomach-achingly hilarious when the timing is all perfect.

What are two quirky little things about you? I peel off the chicken skin when eating fried chicken, because I save them for last + I can't take a full shot and always have to take them in smaller sips. I just fear taking a big chug of alcohol in one go lol.

Are you claustrophobic? Nope.

Do you like getting wasted? I like the social-tipsy phase the most, but not wasted.

List three things that you look for in a friend. Understanding, funny, loyal.

Do you prefer Angels and Airwaves or Rihanna? Rihanna, I guess.

What religion are you, if any? Born and raised Catholic but I've disengaged myself from religion since I was 10.

If your house was on fire (and your family escaped), what would you save? The dogs and cat + Kimi's and Miki's urns.

Do you have any sash belts? Nope.

What do you have on right now? Include everything, nail polish, makeup, etc. White turtleneck sweater, shorts, underwear, hair tie on my wrist.

Does caffeine make you hyper? Not hyper, but just more awake and focused.

[yanderepuck]

Kat! Hi! This is me pretending I'm not in class because I cannot be bothered with ethical dilemmas 💫today 💫

So I'm going to talk about random ikevamp stuff because I want today to at least let me have some serotonin!

I know you love Will and Charles and dislike Arthur...

But I'm wondering...other then continuously stating my love and devotion for my (and Scummy, Jekyll, and Katelyn's) Arthur...

Have I ever mentioned who's the vampire that I wouldn't exactly get along with much? 🤔 I wouldn't say hate just not mix well...

It's actually a tie between two...

I don't hate them! I just don't think I'd hangout with them much due to some personal icks of mine...

I'd still be thankful to have them in my life and treat them like family as I would all the vampires but I feel like if someone unintentionally made me sad it would be them...

And thoes two are Theo and Jean...yes odd pair but still XD

I HATE ADMITTING IT BUT ME AND ARTHUR WOULD GET ALONG SOOOOOO WELL. LIKE I HATE HOW BUDDY BUDDY WE WOULD ACTUALLY BE.

As much as a simp for Theo, I'm honestly not sure if I'd really get along with him either. Man is really just a hot beef cake to me and I want him in my bed.

But I do agree with the Theo and Jean. I wouldn't vibe with Jean at all. He's probably irritated me more than anything. I honestly would probably dislike so many of the residents in actuality.

Is Mozart and Napoleon aren't a bitch to me immediately we'd get along. Vincent is waaay too positive it's almost toxic, he'd make me want to throw up

But in actuality I would be besties with Arthur and Dazai, and probably slowly become friends with Theo by going to the bar

ALSO I LOVE YOU AND HOPE YOU ARE DOING WELL ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[tblsomedoodles]

. . . a brain geared towards body horror really would have a field day with the family web au (it's me). Bc like. If Raph already had red eyes I imagine the further mutation at maturation would be along the lines of like. Seeing through cloaking magic & Illusions maybe? Maybe he had a migrane for a while while that manifested. And the twins holy mackrel the possibilities. Perhaps one of their arms getting stuck on the bridge of one's shell in the growth process? That could hurt. And with Mikey's eyes I would wager another migrane, one that aches to the bone as his skull reconfigures (part of me wants to write a horror sequence where he wakes up after, not quite sure whats going on, eyes crusted over-with what he assumes is typical sleep crust. but growing 4 new eyelids cant be a bloodless process and head wounds of any sort bleed. Bad. And then someone sees him stumbling blindly to the bathroom, blood smeared all across his face, and screams bloody murder.) Adding if they assume that's all the changes that will occur, Mikey having a simple cough, an aching throat that turns into a mess of built up web and the retching and heaving ribs because he doesn't realize there's something caught, doesn't know what to do or how to loose it

. . . . . . I adore all the fluff but I'm built for horror

Oh definitely, especially early on in the fic like this. (This is pretty much were i'm starting it since it's kind of shifted from a 'sad alternate backstory' fic to a 'solving mysteries about sad alternate backstory' fic.)

I Really like Raph's eyes not just changing color but having a little extra ability with it. Especially if they end up seeing things like Donnie's goggles do, but he doesn't notice immediately. Like it's Raph. I love the kid but he'd probably go around for a week just assuming that there was a sudden influx of yokai not wearing cloaking broaches lol.

(putting in a break b/c it's kinda long and body horror stuff) (just more developing spider traits stuff)

Honestly, the whole thing starts out pretty slow. Like Raph has some itchy eyes that no amount of sleep or eye drops will make stop. Mikey starts out with just some headaches. Donnie's side ache but not enough to be a problem (just enough that Leo tells him he should take a break from his battle shell until it's better.) Leo's the last one to start developing anything for various reasons.

But yeah, they don't really notice anythings wrong until they wake up one morning to find that Donnie's sides hurt so bad that he can't move away from his desk. And those arms coming in, hurt. Especially at the start. As far as Leo and Donnie are concerned, they still have the tiny bit of development those extra arms accomplished from before mutation. (basically just quarter sized bumps on their sides hidden under the bits of shell on their sides. they are well aware they're there and can feel if their there by touching them but it's not viable.) So when they begin developing again, the will-be arms have to force their way through that bit of shell first, kind of like how a tooth grows in through gums. And that's the most painful part of that process. That's what makes Donnie basically unable to move and Raph so concerned that he all but drags Leo out of bed to look at him. (b/c Medic Leo is my jam lol)

Raph, i think would mostly deal with some aches and burning sensations on (or behind) his eyes as his fully develop. Maybe a migraine with heightened light sensitivity so Leo tells him to stay in his room with the lights off.

And you're so right about Mikey! i feel so bad for him now! B/c those headaches would just get worse, and turn to bad migraines that feel like his skull is splitting apart. Eyes can't develop without a spot to develop, so spots would open up for them and, as you said, head wounds bleed a lot so yeah. Poor Raph would just see Mikey and just panic. And i imagine Leo's just starting his own arm development, but regardless of whatever pain he's in, he bolts out of bed b/c Raph screaming at 4am cannot be good. (and with the way things have been going with their mutations, someone probably developed a third eye or something. Scratch that, a third, fourth, fifth, and sixth eye.) But that's not it for Mikey, b/c he's developing webs too and oh that poor kid.

but yeah, early on when it's all developing, is most certainly very rough for the boys. It's painful, and scary, and they're just so confused. (and Leo's just trying to medic everyone while no experience in this or have any good idea of what's going.)

Thank you! This was really cool! Especially since it's dealing with the fic content i'm actively working on. : ) Very helpful, thanks again!

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When it comes to writing family dynamics, can we PLEASE see more than just sibling dynamics and parent-child dynamics?

I love to see them, I really do, but are yall familiar with the concept of extended family?

Not just the concept, but THE REALITY ITSELF?

I'm an only child but I grew up in a multi-generational household.

a POOR multi-generational household

I had to share rooms (I didn't always have an actual room), clothes, belongings, etc. until I was about 17.

And that was purely because everyone was getting older and finally moving out to do their own thing.

nah, like that place really had anywhere between 7-10+ people in it at any given time-

FAMILIAL LOVE EXISTS OUTSIDE THE IMMEDIATE FAMILY

Close but not necessarily sibling-like relationships exist between extended family members, especially when they live under the same roof, share the same room, sometimes the same bed, play games together, Borrow™ each other's stuff (it was literally just sitting there. you wasn't mad until I started using it-), and the like.

Representation has progressed a lot and while I know multi-generational households aren't all that common in the US, I want to see more stories with these kinds of families.

I adore found family. I understand found family has a lot of dynamics that cannot be cleanly or clearly defined like they can in blood-related families, but I'm not talking about that right now.

I'm also not talking about stories with extended family where them mfs canNOT STAND each other. The evil aunts, mean step-parents, weird uncles, etc.

I would really like to see more stories of extended families living together. As in they're actually close and actually getting along with less of the... idk how to say it, "tribal division" where instead of being an extra-large family, it's just a bunch of small families stuck together for one reason or the other who only really give af about their own?

Maybe I'm not running in the right content circles but most times when I see extended family in media, it's either a one-off, they're passively mentioned, they did something off-screen, or they're an antagonist if not THEE antagonist?

idk man, just-

Like, "Oh cool. You have the standard nuclear family going on. What room is Aunt Tabitha and her daughter Dolores staying in?" Or, "Hey, you're a single parent? Let's write you living with your sibling or even a cousin of yours that's also a single parent."

Let's have that with little to none of the, "But the extended fam is annoying and cruel and evil and they're the problem in the whole story."

nah, liek... The whole family -THEE. WHOLE. FAMILY.- can get along and the problem can be outside of them, NOT them.

I'm bothered.

In closing...

bro- I canNOT TELL YOU the amount of times mfs be havin sad backstories where they're orphaned and all alone but they literally come from a rich, well-connected background and I'm wonderin where tf lil dude's cousins and grandparents is at- LIEK- I KNOW YOU HAVE LIKE 7 SISTERS ALL MARRIED OFF TO RICH DUKES IN FOREIGN LANDS AND SHIT. HOW ARE YOU THIS FUCKING ALONE MY DUDE- ACTUALLY WHY??? WHERE TF GRAM GRAM AT- TAKE AN ANCESTRY TEST AND FIND SOMEBODY- LITERALLY ANYBODY

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read your garrus/miranda piece it was AMAZING omg you have such a way with descriptions and details!!! do you have any thoughts abt how that relationship might play out for the rest of ME2 and 3?

hi anon!!!!!!! thank you so much 🥰🥰

I was actually sketching out up to the end of ME3 when I first started working on the prompt and have been chatting with @otemporanerys about it since.

Under the cut because I have Long Thoughts

(y'all can read The Woman In White here)

For Garrus, the initial shock is sort of eclipsed by the whole Shepard thing and then by the whole rocket thing, so the first time they really talk is when he's already on the Normandy.

He goes to her office after he gets out of the medbay, metaphorical cap in hand, to thank her for putting him on the crew.

M: if I'd had my way you wouldn't even have made the shortlist. get out of my room. G: aaaaand we're back to normal

Miranda stays juuust on the professional side of openly hostile from then on. Shepard picks up on the rancid vibes (obviously) and Garrus comes clean about the job.

S: you helped send experimental super-weapons back to cerberus?!? G: I didn't know she was cerberus S: give me strength

Out of sheer necessity, they end up doing each other's loyalty missions because Shepard is too paragon busy, and that's how things start to thaw.

M, realising G wasn't just on some kind of blind, ego-fuelled vendetta and actually really cared about his squad: .....shit G, realising M isn't the heartless, unattached shell of a person he thought she was and actually really cares about her sister: .....crap

Garrus even offers to set Ori's family up with some cyber security stuff; Miranda's looking for an ulterior motive like

They sleep together again before the suicide mission, obviously, because they learned nothing from the last time they thought they'd never see each other again.

This time Miranda doesn't leap out of bed immediately, and after a moment or two Garrus realises she's fallen asleep on his arm and - crap - if that's not the most disarming thing that's ever happened to him.

G: maybe we'll both die in a hail of bullets and I won't have to deal with the fact that I'm maybe possibly slightly in love with someone who hates my guts Narrator: they did not die in a hail of bullets

They go off to do their separate things after ME2. Garrus is on Palaven writing and deleting a hundred variations on "still finding time to date now the universe is ending?" and each one sounds worse than the last. He's not sure he'd like the answer anyway.

For ME3 I think their overall roles are still as per canon (Garrus on the Normandy and Miranda is sneaking around after Cerberus) so they just kind of stew until Sanctuary.

Miranda gets injured during the fight with Kai Leng (Shepard didn't pass along the warning so Garrus did it behind her back) and Garrus, feeling a Very Normal amount of fear as Miranda bleeds out on the floor, shoots Henry Lawson in the face. like he deserves.

They evac back to the Normandy and Garrus spends the next few days trying to figure out what a non-suspicious amount of time to spend in the medbay is.

Shepard: just so we're clear I do not want her on my ship and I'm doing this as a personal favour to you G: to...... me? S: I'm a pretty busy woman vakarian and even I can see you're in love with her G: * spluttering *

And that's how Miranda gets invited to the party at Anderson's apartment (never let it be said that Commander Shepard is a bad wingman) and they end up on the balcony, a little drunk, talking about ✨the future✨

Garrus doesn't want to assume, but he's getting That Night In Luminesce vibes.

M: there's going to be a lot to do, even if we win. I'm sure I won't be short of work G: that's it? just more work? M: * shrugs * G: hey, maybe you could get that cat you always wanted

And Miranda - drunk, sad, exhausted, and standing next to this person who, for whatever reason, keeps insisting that she deserves good things - bursts into tears.

She comes clean about the men she was seeing on Omega and future she desperately wants - which isn't achievable and never will be, whether they survive the war or not - and that's about when Garrus realises he's completely and utterly fucked.

I'll speed through the rest because this is getting l o n g SO

1. they bounce to go and have a lot of intense and entirely-too-sincere sex in a hotel room (again)

2. Garrus tells her he loves her (sort of by accident but not really) which goes about as well as you'd expect

3. They're both too stubborn to reach out first ofc but, facing down the final run to the beam, Garrus leaves her a heartfelt voicemail and she misses calling him back by all of 5mins

4. They make up over Shepard's now twice-reassembled body (thanks Shep) adopt a few kids, and get then set about the serious business of getting old and hot together

FIN