#i get it. it can be awkward to watch and explain to other people…. lol

[minori-miyama]

“is it ok to like dandadan”

“can i still like dandadan even if its problematic”

“it features minors in their underwear therefore it is bad”

do you all sit in a perfectly white room eating saltines and watching bluey all day or something

nah but for real

it is ok to enjoy things you like to watch/read and engage with. there is nothing to be ashamed of in that regard. also dandadan is extremely tame and literally i feel like people blow its themes WAY out of proportion.

“there are teens in their underpants!!! or naked sometimes!!” i think this may be controversial to say but im about to blow your mind….. the fact that there are teens in their undies or even naked doesnt equate to sexualization! we arent supposed to find those scenes sexy. we are supposed to be either embarrassed for them (like the scene where okarun and momo are caught in the hallway), or its played for laughs. never is it meant to be taken in a “sexy” kind of way. like we arent really given a lot of male gaze scenes of momo or aira, and when okarun is naked/in his undergarments, its often played EXCLUSIVELY for comedic effect

i think you all are genuinely afraid to be cancelled/shunned just for liking a fictional/animated show that features partial nudity of 16-17 year olds. and that is a little sad to me! if you like the show for its storytelling and characters and whatnot, then go ahead and like it!!!!

LMAO i feel like im defending this show with my life every time i bring it up

[asapeveryday]

BP - P.BUECKERS

read BONFIRE for some context....HERE warnings: closeted reader, drunk swimming, making out, slight public sex, attempted pool sex, oral sex (paige.recieving), you and Paige are kinda goofs lol sorry Tl;DR - You didn't think you'd be seeing Paige again after she'd disappeared so quickly that night at the bonfire. Turns out you've got some mutual friends with the girl...so things might get wetter than they did the first time.

A/N: wanted to write pool sex and then remembered it lowkey sucks. we try tho. enjoy. also i luv this song

"Fuck, fuck fuck fhuckkkk."

"What?" Your friend frowns, nudging you slightly and widening her eyes.

"Fuck." You bring your hands to your hair, turning away from the sight of the living room with your friend close on your heels.

"Girl, what the hell is going on?" She snaps, pulling your hands from your head. You eye her for a second, thinking, considering.

Should you tell her? Could you tell her?

A month ago or so, you attended that massive bonfire party with your friend, got drunk, flirted and made out with the Paige Bueckers, then lost her in crowd slightly after.

And nobody knows. In fact, your friends don't even know you swing that way. And you aren't planning on telling them anytime soon.

It was bad enough that the taste of her drove you insane days afterward, that you started to actually pay attention to her games, that you contemplated fucking yourself to the sound of her voice during interviews—yes, it got that bad—while simultaneously avoiding her at all costs.

But now you were out, you were ready to get wasted with a smaller group of people at a friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend's house party, and she was there. Sitting casually in the living room. Just existing, as if she hasn't been the subject of your erotic fantasies since the day your lips met hers.

"I'm going home." You say.

"In what car?" Your friend raises a brow. "Cus I drove, and I'm not taking you."

"I'll walk."

"Why do you want to leave so bad?" She asks seriously, and you consider explaining it all before she adds, "Is that guy from the bonfire here? Or some other awkward hookup you've had? I swear, you get with the weirdest guys if any at all."

"Never mind." You sigh, chickening out of correcting her. "I think I should just go home."

"You were looking forward to tonight like, all week." She groans.

"Yeah, I was." Before Paige fucking Bueckers turned up. "But not anymore."

"You're lying." She elbows you. "You need a shot. We're gonna do shots."

Before you can object, she takes you by the arm and pulls you back to the living room, past the couches and chairs, which you pointedly avoid looking at, into the kitchen.

It's open concept, bad, but lots of people are in there, good, spinning up drinks of their own and fishing through coolers and fridges for fresh cans to crack open. You watch as an XL bottle of Grey Goose Vodka makes its way through a string of hands before landing on the counter in front of you, a plate of sliced lemons following soon after.

"Are you joking." You scoff, watching as your friend pours a few shot glasses full of the clear liquid. "This is literally straight hand sanitizer, what the fuck is wrong with you."

"You need it." She shrugs, pouring some extra for the others around you. "Just do one, please, I'll find something better after." She whines.

"Okay, okay." You grunt, holding one shot glass up. "Lets just do this."

She picks up her glass, as do a few others around the kitchen counter. As your eyes part from those in the kitchen to the living room across from you, a shiver runs down your spine.

She's there. Sitting, slouched back and legs spread confidently. A few of her friends sit on either side of her, and even though you can see her nod as they speak, you can see her eyes are stuck on you, curiously, dripping in mirth and intrigue.

When your eyes meet hers, they change. Suprise, recognition. She remembers you.

You throw your head back quickly, shooting the awful, burning shot down your throat and following up with a lemon slice to cut the taste as your friend squeals. You shudder as it makes it's way down, sharing a look of disgust with some of those around you.

Your hair stands on end when your eyes meet Paige's again. They're intent now, expressionless, observant. You can't help but shiver, already remembering how it felt to be pressed against her.

"One more." You turn to your friend, defiantly ready now. "And make it something good."

---

You're light-headed before you know it, that comforting, warm buzz in your fingertips is pulsing beautifully. You're drunk, giggling with your friends as R&B blasts from the living room speaker. The lights are warm and dim, room filled with heavy bass and laughter. Summer Walker prevalent. It's a good ambience.

You make your way around the house, pinkies locked with your friend as she stops to talk to everyone she can find. When she reaches the living room, you stand slightly dazed as she talks to this incredibly tall girl with a UConn tracksuit on.

She plays some sport, you think to yourself, sizing up the girl hazily, basketball, you realize.

She's funny, thats for sure. The living room is full, you can feel people brush against you as they filter through the room. You don't care in the slightest until you feel someone brush up against your backside a little too hard, and in curiousity you turn to check who.

At the same time, just your luck, a familiar face turns to look at you too. Her blonde hair is tied back lazily in a bun, glasses pushed a little too far down her nose. Her eyes—so blue it throws you off.

The minute her eyes land on yours, those pretty blues widen.

Of course, Paige.

She turns to face you, posture straight, tongue darting out to wet her lips. You remember those lips vividly, the way they pried you open. She catches you staring at her mouth, and those lips perk into a little smile.

"Hi." You utter dumbly, heart racing.

"Hi." She says back, smile evident in her tone. "Drunk again?"

"Just a bit." You hum, taking a sip out of the concoction your friend made for you coyly.

"That doesn't look virgin to me." You add, eyes motioning to the drink in her hand. Twisted-Tea, the same thing you drank the day you met her.

"Thought I'd try it." She shrugs, dawning this amused look that really does something to you. "Knew I'd like it though. I remember the taste." She adds, and your stomach genuinely drops at the implication.

"Good memory." You murmer, feeling your face warm. Not only were you drunk, but the room was so full that you could feel yourself sweating. Having her here, staring at you like that, was not helping.

"It was hard to forget." She cocks her head. "Don't act like you haven't thought about it." Paige says. Her eyes drag up and down your body, memorizing every curve and slant you have to offer. You wonder suddenly, if she somehow knows just how much you've thought of her. The idea makes you embarrassed.

"What's my name?" You ask innocently.

"Hm?" She jolts slightly, brows raised.

"Since you remember so well," you shrug, smiling to yourself, "what's my name Paige?"

She licks her lips again, this time uncomfortably. You watch as she throws back her drink, brows furrowing in thought. Her cheeks are pink, flushed with embarrassment and alchohol.

"Shit." She mumbles.

"Mhm." You hum, knowing damn well you never told her your name.

Not that she asked.

"Uh," she coughs, "that's- that's my bad." Paige huffs. She looks genuinely sorry, it's incredibly cute. "I remember everything else."

"Oh yeah?" You raise a brow, enjoying having the upper hand. "How many girls do you kiss without knowing their name?" You say, quieter for the sake of her privacy.

"More than you'd think." She grins.

"Wrong answer." You fake a frown, looking at her disappointed but not surprised. You cross your arms, plumping your breasts in the process, and internally celebrate when you catch her eyes glance there.

"I'm kidding, baby." She sighs apologetically, inching closer to you, looking at you through her lashes.

"It was a damn good kiss." You shrug with false disinterest. "At least I think so...hard to remember."

As you sip your drink, a droplet of alcohol dribbles from the rim of your red solo cup. Without thinking, your tongue darts out to lick off the drop, eyes still on Paige.

You can see her vision focus on you, your mouth specifically. You notice how her posture shifts. The effect it has on her.

"I could jog your memory a bit." Paige says, her voice lower. She leans a little, close enough to whisper in your ear. "Promise you'll hear your name come outta my mouth loud n' clear." She whispers, tickling your skin. You can feel her grin against you. She's driving you crazy.

"Paige," you hum against her, intentionally breathy. You feel her tense at your tone. "don't act like you won't run away again."

She pulls away, frown evident on her face. She's practically pouting, torn from your teasing and offended by your comments. "Didn't wanna get between you and your next hookup." She huffs, obviously bothered. "How was the ride?" She snorts.

"Could've been better." You lie, letting your eyes dart from her face to her body. "I thought about someone else the whole time."

This takes her aback, you can see it in the way her eyes spark. "Yeah?" She breathes.

"Yeah." You smile, grabbing your friend and turning to leave. You let your eyes stay on Paige as the two of you exit the room, before turning down the hall, heart beating out of your chest.

--

"Holy fuck." Your friend warbles, throwing her head back. The two of you are seated facing each other on the steps of the staircase, empty drinks littered around the cold wood. You were slightly sobered now, and she was just starting to lose her buzz. You decided to tell her a similar version of your story with Paige—conveniently leaving out her gender and her name.

"You guys need to fuck. Like now." She whines. "I'll literally pay you to bang him."

Him. You scoff to yourself, not quite ready to challenge that assumption yet.

"I don't think it would work, honestly." You sigh. "Sh-he talks big, but he has to keep it on the down-low, you know? Not sure if we can get away with being sneaky."

"Shut up." She tuts. "You're making excuses. People are sneaky all the time, hence the term sneaky-link." She says matter-o-factly. "Bang. Just bang him." She slaps her thighs. "It'll be hotter as a secret, honestly. God, I wish I had a sneaky-link right now."

"Yeah, okay." You roll your eyes, getting up and walking down the stairs. You peek around the corner and look through the glass doors that lead to the backyard. Everyone's outside.

"Where's everyone at?" Your friend groans. "Got so quiet in here all of a sudden."

"Outside." You hum in thought. "Motherfucker has a pool."

--

You can't help but think to yourself, what the actual hell are you doing.

"Don't be a pussy." Some random girl says, nudging you. She takes her top off in a hurry, followed by her leggings before jumping clumsily into the pool. Many people follow close after her.

"I'm like, still a little tipsy." You frown, arms crossed over your low-cut top. "Take your fucking clothes off." Your friend groans, stepping out of her dress with no shame. "I know damn well you're wearing the cute bra. C'mon."

"Okay, jeez." You sigh, internally thanking yourself for shaving before hand. Your choice of undergarments doesn't hurt either. You're not 100% confident as you pull your shirt over your head and slip out of your jean skirt, but you're wearing your favourite matching set, black lace cheeky-cut underwear and a matching bra.

As you adjust your bra, your eyes wander to the other side of the deck where Paige is chatting up the tall girl with the UConn tracksuit. Her shorts are still on, basic blue basketball shorts, but her shirt is half-off, lingering around her toned arms.

Shit, talk about toned. The blue light from the pool reflects onto the very surface of her skin, contouring every line of her abdomen and curve of her biceps. She finally tosses her shirt to the side, slipping into the water gracefully till it reaches her black sports bra.

Now it's her turn to stare, she realizes you're in front of her and takes her time soaking up the sight of you, the way your bra pushes your tits up, the way she can tell from the front that your underwear is lacking coverage in the back. Her eyes follow you all the way to the descending steps you take into the pool. They look bright, hungry.

The night is dark except for the light from the pool. There's a little cave with a waterfall covering the entrance near the end. Best of all, the water is really, really warm.

"Didn't think I'd be swimming tonight." You mumble awkwardly.

"Coulda' fooled me." Paige snorts, pointedly looking at your boobs. "You came prepared."

"It's cute that you think so." You roll your eyes, raising your arms to adjust your hair.

Her hand comes out from under the water, delicately fixing whatever piece of hair you were fumbling with. You don't care that she basically just got your hair wet, with the way her eyes are darting between your eyes and your lips, you couldn't care less.

"Tell me your name." She mumbles shyly.

"You should remember." You cock your head teasingly.

Her demeanour changes then, you can practically see her eyes darken the way people say they do in romance books. She's closer now, and you find yourself grasping onto her shoulders as her hips glide against you. You're straddling her torso under the water, fingers forming a firm grip on the muscles of her traps.

"I just remembered," she says, "that you never actually told me."

"Huh." You squeak. "Could've sworn I did."

"I think you just like playin' with me." She grunts, biting her lip slightly. "Makin' me feel bad."

"Awe, I'm sorry Paige." You chime, hyper-aware of the grip her hands have on your lower back. "I could make you feel better, if you want."

"Tell me your name." She repeats seriously. Her glasses gleam from the pool light.

You lean into her, adoring how your chest pushes against her, how her shoulders feel under your palms. You whisper your name into her ear slowly, annunciating it perfectly. No room for misunderstanding, no room for forgetting.

She internalizes it, repeats it silently, mumbles it into your neck. You feel the letters vibrate through your skin as her hands inch closer and closer to the bare surface of your ass.

"You left me last time." You whisper. "Make it up to me."

"I want to so bad." She groans, parting from you slightly. You watch her as she looks around at the other people in the pool, most of them couples. You realize suddenly, just how dangerous the position you're in is for her. And for you.

"The cave." You say, motioning behind her. "It's a little more, uhm. Private."

The look you share with her in that moment is priceless. One of mutual understanding, mutual benefit. Her heart beats fast, her blinking is slow. You know she'll say yes.

--

The moment you two are covered by the expanse of your rich host's poolside-cave, her body is on yours again.

The sound of water sloshing as music blasts from the outside isn't enough to distract from the way you sound against her, the sound of your lips parting from hers- or the noises she makes as your hands slip under her now-soaked sports bra.

You let yourself feel her up under the wet material, running the pads of your fingers over her hardening nipples and relishing the way she shivers at your touch.

In return, her hands get grabby underwater, toying with the band of your lacy thong, gripping at the skin of your ass, grazing the soft flesh of your inner thighs. Urgent, amused, teasing. You can feel her intentions bleed through her fingertips, you can taste them against her bared teeth, grinning when you gasp as her fingers pry your thong to the side.

Your hands travel from her tits to her waist, rock solid, you notice, as you trail kisses down her jaw and neck. Her breathing quickens as you tatter her skin all the way down to her collarbone with your lips, and you can't help but jump when you feel one of her fingers slide between your folds tentatively.

"You good?" She murmurs, fingers freezing just flush against your submerged skin. You resist the urge to rut against her, but appreciate her concern.

"Better than good." You hum, parting from her chest to kiss her jaw again, to which she lets out a shuddering exhale. "Are you?"

She just raises a satisfied brow, before pressing the pad of her thumb to your clit.

Paige's lips swallow any whimper that may have littered the air before it can escape your mouth, her thumb rubbing controlled circle on your clit as her index teases your entrance shyly.

"You just fucking love teasing, huh." You sigh out, lips grazing hers.

"This is karma." She cocks her head. "For acting like I forgot your name."

"You would've forgotten even if I told you." You huff back, biting your lip when her stimulation picks up the pace. It feels...different underwater. You're not sure what to think of it.

"I'm good with names, actually." Paige grins. "I have a good memory in general. You might be projecting."

"Oh yeah?" You frown, brows screwing as she slips a finger in you.

"Yep." She bats her flashes, watching your face intently as she slips in and out of you slowly, as if experimenting with your reactions.

"What makes you say that?"

"How many girls do you kiss at random?" She hums, twisting your earlier question around to bite you. "Because you forgot that was a two-person crime."

You try to scoff, but it comes off a bit strangled as she slips another finger in.

"Oh." Is all you can respond with as she works her way around you. It's suprising, really, how accomodating she is. Two fingers curling inside you with a sort of gentleness that gives you time to adjust.

It's not what you expected from her, and the thought almost makes you feel bad. You move your hands from her waist to her hips, toying with the waistband of her shorts before slipping them a little lower.

She keeps your head above water, if it weren't for her steady grip on you, you probably would've been struggling. As her pace starts to increase, you tuck your head into the crook of her neck. You can feel Paige's lips quirk as you now toy with the band of her tight little briefs. Why she kept two layers on for the swim? You weren't sure. Maybe she didn't think things would go this far.

You decide to sling one arm around her shoulders while the other continues its work underwater. Your fingertips graze the mound of skin just under her belly, and you feel her shiver.

Almost at the same time, you try your best to keep your whimpers to a minimum when she starts to pump in and out of you faster. To your dismay, it's not all that you thought it would be, and you felt like it may not be her fault, either.

"Fuck" You whisper into her. You want to keep going, you really do. The music is loud, the water is warm, Paige is so fucking fine, but the action you're getting is sub-par. You can't tell if you're wet because of the pool water, and it's one thing for you to be slightly unsatisfied, but you suddenly want to taste her, and that isn't going to work here.

Slipping your hands away from her, you gently break from Paige, and her face morphs into one of confusion as she slips her fingers out of you from under the water. Her expression seems lost- maybe even a little concerned as the distance between you and her grows.

"I'm going back inside." You say, heart still thumping from earlier. "Upstairs, specifically." You add with a cringe, hoping she understands what you mean.

"Uh," Paige tuts, wading in the water awkwardly. You raise a brow, slightly tipping your head motioning her to follow you.

"Ohhh." She nods, her confused look replaced by a relieved one. She begins to follow you out of the waterfall-covered cave when you hold out a hand to her chest.

"What now?" She huffs.

"I'm going first." You mumble. "You come after."

Her brows furrow.

"Unless you want everyone in the pool to see us come out together and go upstairs?"

It clicks again, and she laughs. "Got something to hide?"

"Hey, it's for your sake too." You smile, turning and swimming out of the cave. You're drenched by the water that pours out of the entrance, and then you're back into the main body of the pool. it's gotten darker out now, and there's still a big group of people making out or chatting in the water, seemingly unaware of what was going on inside the cave.

You slip out quietly, grabbing your clothes as you walk through the deck towards to the sliding door into the house. You don't check to see who's watching, you just hope Paige has the sense to pace herself.

--

You're not sure whose bedroom it is. You also don't really care.

It's empty, it has a bed. Major score.

You peek your head out of the door slightly, waiting on Paige, ignoring the surge of anxiety everytime it sounds like someone might be coming upstairs.

Finally, you see a dash of water-darkened blonde sneak up the staircase, turning the corner conspicuously before spotting your motioning hands from your half-closed bedroom door and darting inside.

There's something so exciting about it. Sneaking around. You can tell she feels the same way, that there's a part of her that enjoys looking both ways before darting off to meet you.

She's grinning hard when you shut the door and lock it—not in a sultry way, but a grin of pure enjoyment.

"You're shivering." She comments, lazily checking you out. "I can see your goosebumps."

"I'm in a soaking wet bra and thong." You raise an eyebrow, smiling.

Paige's grin doesn't falter. "So take em' off."

"Desperate much?" You laugh, feeling for the clasp of your bra before you unclip it, and take it off.

"Not my fault." She shrugs, watching your every move. "You fucked around the whole time in the cave. Now I'm impatient."

"Sorry." You hum, fondling with the wet fabric of your lace thong. "The pool wasn't doing it for me."

Paige steps closer to you now, her fingers toying with the lace edges of your underwear with some thought. The feeling of her fingers grazing your hips makes your goosebumps worse.

"You'd think it'd be more...wet." She chews her cheek. "Like, how the fuck does fucking in a pool feel dry."

You laugh at that, glad she's on the same page. "S'not just that." You shrug, reaching to push her glasses up further on the bridge of her nose. "There are some things you just can't do in a pool."

"What'd you have in mind?" She raises a brow, tugging your underwear down a bit.

You slap her hands away from you now. "Get on the bed." You smile. "And take your bottoms off. They're fucking freezing."

"Shit, okay." Her eyes widen at your forwardness, but her lips break into an excited expression as she backsteps onto the bed, peeling her wet shorts and briefs off with fervour.

You take your underwear off yourself, but she doesn't get much time to stare before you slink atop her, meeting her in a languid kiss. She's ready, prepared, even, as her tongue darts to meet yours. It's sloppy in an instant, but much needed. You're both freezing, but her mouth is warm and you can imagine yours is the same.

You slot your knee between her long legs, she adjusts, grinding softly against it. You cage her in, arms on either side of her. Her hands find the small of your waist, and take up an arousing amount of area on your skin.

Aside from the smacking noises of your well-deserved makeout session and the occasional whimper from Paige, you can feel the base from the speaker playing downstairs. It's a nice touch.

You can feel her arousal on you, she's genuinely sopping. You part your lips from hers, trailing down her neck and relishing the groans that are nolonger being swallowed by your kisses.

"Didn't think this was how it'd be going." She sighs.

"No?" You huff against her.

"Nah." She hums. "You're closeted as fuck. Usually your type isn't this...you know."

You stop then, rising from the crook of her jaw to stare at her through her lopsided glasses. "I could say the same about you."

"Pfft." She snorts. "What d'you mean?"

"This sneaky thing we've been doing tonight?" You scoff. "Is beneficial for both of us. You're not exactly out either."

"Yeah, but everyone knows." She shrugs.

"Okay Paige." You roll your eyes. "So what do you want? Should we hard launch?"

"Ha ha." She grunts dryly.

"Or should I just stop? Since you're above a little secrecy." You hum, sliding your knee away from her core.

"No." She cuts in, her hands gripping you harder, pulling you in.

You stare at her. She stares at you.

"I, uhm." She blinks, before breaking out into a grin again. "Fuck, woman. Fine, I'll admit it's fun."

"Uhuh." You mumble, crawling further down her body. Her hands leave your waist as you leave her reach. You trail kisses down her collarbone, her toned abs, her navel. You pause above her pussy, opting to press light kisses to her inner thighs instead.

"Fuck." She sighs. "C'mon...." She trails off, murmuring your name.

"You think you're hot shit." You grin against the softness of her skin. "Kissing girls at bonfire parties, acting like you won't get clipped in a second if you aren't careful."

You can see the way she's sopping as you talk, so you keep going.

"You fuckin' love this." You say, pressing your tongue flat on the plane of her pussy, before forcing her hips down as she bucks against you by instinct, desperate for more. "You love the risk. You have the most to lose, but you don't care."

"All you, baby." She retaliates, her voice reduced to a groan.

"Maybe." You hum, switching to kitten licks centred at her clit. "But admit it, it turns you on."

"Just hurry up." She whimpers.

"Admit it." You kiss her clit, suck on it, kiss her inner thigh again. "It works out, right? I'm not out, you can't be caught with a girl."

You don't wait for her answer, however, because you have needs too, so you dive right back in. Long, languid licks at first, before you focus on the desperate bundle of nerves most deserving of your attention. You feel her twitch and shudder against your face as you taste her.

You grip her thighs harshly, her hands find your hair. Her voice, once deep and low, now whimpering. You didn't think she'd sound like this, be reduced to a stuttering, jerking mess against your mouth, but it's a pleasent surprise.

"Does no one eat you out, Paige?" You scoff against her folds, licking your lips in an attempt to clean the mess. "All of those proudly-out lesbians can't give you head?"

"Shut the fuck up." She whines.

"Sorry." You laugh, returning your attention to the task at hand.

"I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you when you're done." She huffs out, voice cracking at a word or two. "Then we'll see how many comments you can pass."

"Yeah, okay babe." You smile, glaring quickly at her flushed, fucked out face before twirling your tongue around her clit. You keep your focus there for a bit longer before teasing her enterance gently with two of your fingers. Not only are her juices all over you, but she's fairly loose now thanks to your work. Slipping in is smooth sailing.

Her whimpers turn to moans, and whatever response she'd been mustering is cut off in an instant. She huffs in between the occaisional call of your name, littered with more's and faster's as you up the pace of your fingers pulsing and your mouth at work.

Nobody is cold anymore. Her stomach is coated with a thin sweaty sheen, You're hot to the touch, and probably soaking wet yourself.

When she cums it's relentless, she bucks into your face so much you're ready to just accept your fate. It's a decent way to go out, but you survive anyways. Her moans turn strangled, then they're replaced by regulatory pants. You lick up everything she leaks out, careful not to overstimulate her.

When you raise your head, you get to really see her. Glasses half off her face, hair barely held together by her elastic, skin glistening, cheeks pink, lips parted.

You can't help but crawl atop her again, and your lips meet in a slow, lazy kiss. As you break away, a string of saliva keeps you two connected before one of you licks their lips.

"Holy shit." She breathes.

Before you can process what just happened, there's a knock on the door, and the noise of someone trying to budge it open.

"Hello?" The voice calls. It's familiar to you. Your stomach drops when you recognize the voice to be your friend's.

"Paige? You in there?" Another voice, obviously uncomfortable, chides. Your eyes meet Paige's in an instant, and you can tell that you both share the same look of horror.

But also a rush of adrenaline.

[cheeseceli]

Boyfriend Taehyung

Pairing: Kim Taehyung × Gn!reader (established relationship)

Genre: fluff, headcanons

Request: can you write dating taehyung headcanons?

Warnings: he's an idol, mentions of marriage, skinship

A/n: last post of the year, how we feeling 💃🏻 | daily click

Hobi ver. | Jimin ver. | Taehyung ver. | Jungkook ver.

‌Before dating, you both were already friends

‌So looking at you both is just like seeing two best friends having fun around each other

‌And honestly, that might be the cutest thing of your relationship

‌He is currently taking you on random dates

‌"There is this place where you can take care of ducks. We should go there"

‌Okay??

‌He truly just sees anything and he's like "oh I should go there with my partner"

‌Just because wherever he goes he needs you by his side

‌That leads me to my next point

‌He always includes you

‌In conversations, no matter with whom, he'd always say "we"

‌Someone randomly says "taehyung, would you like to go to this new cafe" and he's like "We would love to go"

‌Because he's always including you

‌Since he started dating you it's never simply "I", it's always "we"

‌And if you both go to some place where there is live music

‌Like a restaurant or you were just walking down the street and someone is playing guitar there

‌Be ready because he will call you to dance

‌Always with a knowing/teasing smile, he will hold your hand and just starts slow dancing with you

‌"But what about the people watching" nah he's not thinking about it

‌He's only thinking that if he has any opportunity to have you close, he will have you close

‌Also sings to you randomly

‌If we're talking about a scenario where he's an idol, he would like to keep the relationship private

‌He doesn't think the world should have a place in your relationship. This is about the two of you only, and it should stay like this

‌He'd only want to make the relationship public the moment you get married, because then he'd need to explain the sudden ring on his hand

‌But he sets boundaries very quickly. Not the fans, not the media, not the company, NO ONE will dare to put themselves between the two of you

‌You become the topic of his songwriting

‌Makes a whole album for you fr fr

‌If you allow him, he'd put one of your voicemails in the song. It becomes his favourite song

‌TAKES PICTURES OF YOU

‌He has like a few albums of photos of all these pictures (there are a lot of them)

‌This guy is a kisser

‌You will be kissed every day every hour, be prepared

‌Gives you a lot of hand made gifts as well

‌And gifts for no reason at all, he just wanna cherish you just because

‌He also gives you flowers

‌And takes you to meet his family the moment the opportunity arises!!

‌He can't wait to see you with the people he loves the most

‌And he's also incredibly happy when you're with the boys

‌Although I have this feelings that he would take you to meet the most important people to him the moment you become his crush

‌Silence with him is very... Comfortable

‌There is no need to fill the silence, it's not awkward

‌I feel like you can just turn his brain off with him and simply enjoy

‌This is just a very fresh relationship you know

‌His love is kinda like a sunny day

‌It's bright, warm, it makes you happy...

‌And it's also simple

‌You never have to overthink around him

‌His love also heals your inner child

‌Loves when you visit him at work

‌The boys are never able to tease him because he doesn't care lmao, he's just happy you're there

‌He also LOVES when you call him "my boyfriend"

‌He's just so proud of it lol

‌And if you call him "my husband", he's ready to risk it all and just propose to you on the spot

‌Talking about that lmao

‌I feel like he'd be the fastest of the boys to get married

‌Six months into the relationship and he already bought a ring

‌He's just waiting for you to be ready

Masterlist I you'll probably like: what their love feels like

Reminder this is just fiction!! I'm not trying to portray real life and you shouldn't believe that this is how the members actually are. This is just for the vibe and the delulu!

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[ninaskchn]

𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐭𝐞 ༉‧₊˚.⁀➷

therapist! jonathan crane x female reader.

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: when your father decided that you needed therapy, taking you to his dear friend dr. crane to treat and help you, you thought it wouldn't work at all, but it turned out to be everything you needed.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: SMUT(minors dni!!), noncon/dubcon, depression, cursing, crane is a mysoginistic prick, using therapy for unhinged reasons, smut, hair pulling, jonathan just being an creep, choking AND strangulation, dacryphilia, hitting, unprotected sex (safe sex its great sex!!), breeding kink, forced breeding, power dynamics, i think crane should be a warning himself, reader being borderline stupid and naive. also this has a lot of backstory i’m so sorry i got carried away lol.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 7.1K

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: omg my first fic on here!! this is also my first work on english and my first smut ever so i apologise in advance for any mistake!! i hope y'all enjoy it anyways ahahahaha live laugh love jonathan crane👏🏻 feedback its very appreciated so i can improve and continue to publish better works, anyways enjoyyyy 💓

𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝘁

It was awkward, to say the least.

You were sitting across from Doctor Crane in the couch at your dad's house, legs crossed as you watched him write on his clipboard, something about it making you feel anxious, a little nauseous, even.

This wasn't your first session, you started doing this four months ago, not long after your divorce that caused you to fall into a spiral of sadness and misery. Your failed— and short marriage was the main reason you started taking therapy with your dad's friend, the chief of Arkham, Jonathan Crane, and still, you couldn't bring yourself to talk about it.

He was patient, you told him several times that he was a saint. Regardless, before you started with the sessions, he explained to your dad that he didn't really do this; therapy really wasn't his strong suit, but for a friend, a desperate one, he would gladly do it.

Your dad came to him, offering a big stack of money if he would talk to his little girl, make her recover her once joyful personality, like you had one to begin with. Jonathan really couldn't say no, and not really because of the money, he had other reasons in mind, unethical reasons.

And there you were now. You were quick to open up to him, eager to talk, to be listened and he, on the other hand, was ready to listen, to give you advice, console you and help you get through the sorrow that was following you since you were young, playing the role of your knight in shinning armor.

"I can't believe you don't actually do this" you said once, sniffling your nose with a handkerchief he gave you as he examined you with a warm gaze, an empathetic grin on his face. "You're really helping me"

Jonathan was quick to wave his hand and tell you that it wasn't a big deal, that he was just doing his job, and if you weren't so innocent, so stupid, you would have noticed the mischievous sparkle that flickered in his eyes for a split second.

You were landing right in the palm of his hand.

Not even thirty minutes into the first session you told him everything about your past; every little thing you thought he needed to know to treat you. And you were slightly right; he did need to know those things, but not to treat you, just to manipulate you and mold your little brain into what he was envisioning for you and your future together.

Truth was, you hated everything about your life, regardless of the fact that you had everything. That's what you've been told since you were a child; a big house, a lot of money, maids taking care of you so you wouldn't have to move a finger and just sit pretty and relax inside the walls of the huge mansion that confined you since you could recall.

You have everything. That was bullshit.

Sometimes, you couldn't help but think that people told you that out of pity, like they knew how miserable you felt, but not daring to say a word about it. Your dad was a powerful man, and you were aware of that, ever since you were born, he had bussines with Falcone and you knew that people feared him, he practically ruled Gotham, that lifeless and dangerous city that you had to live in.

You have everything. You were tired of that sentence. You didn't care at all about these nice things surrounding you, those dresses in your closet, those diamonds in your jeweler, that fancy car you owned since your eighteenth birthday, no, that was useless in your eyes, because all you really wanted, was love.

It was a lonely life; you learned how to do everything by yourself, how to comb your hair, how to deal with your period when it first came, how to dress up properly and do your makeup. You didn't even had to learn about boy problems because there weren't any boys in your life, you were homeschooled. So you were quiet, not really having to talk at all, there was nobody to talk to.

And since Jonathan was the only person you were talking to at the moment, you started to feel like you loved him, the idea sitting right with you without you even knowing it, thinking that this was how therapy normally went.

Loneliness striked your life at a young age; your mother died from a strange disease when you were eight, leaving you with a shattered heart thad bled everytime you walked past her bedroom, or saw a picture of her. You practically watched her die, a witness of how she lost her strength, how her once beautiful skin turned pale and yellow, and lost every little spark within herself, and the worst part was that all the money you had, couldn't even help her.

It was a deep wound that you carried with yourself, with nobody to talk about it.

Your father spent his days locked up in his office, and when he wasn't there, he was out in the city doing unthinkable things that you didn't even wanted to know about, leaving you on your own, having to fill all of those silent and empty rooms by yourself, with nobody to laugh with, nobody to hold you and see you grow. He wasn't really around, working all the time, too busy to know that his daughter didn't seem to care about all the expensive stuff he bought for her, not even taking the time to have dinner with you or hold a simple conversation. He loved you, you knew that, he just wasn't the type to show his affection with words or actions, but with gifts. And you hated everything about it.

But now, Jonathan was there, making you feel listened, finally saving you from falling into loneliness again. Your whole life, you thought you had a horrible sickness, that you were doomed to this awful destiny of sorrow and silence, but now, with his sweet words and good company, you couldn't be more than relieved.

You wished sometimes that you met him earlier, that this whole therapy stuff started before, and you even confessed it to him. And it irked him a little, that you didn't even remember how you two really met each other, hiding his annoyance with a warm smile.

Some months ago, your father started to brought you to parties he attended, parties were all the corrupts scumbags from Gotham reunited and celebrated how they were dragging the city to the gates of hell on their benefit, and you couldn't be more happy to attend them. You knew he was bringing you because he recently broke up with the young girl he carried with him— that was most likely your age, and needed a pretty thing to hang of his arm and take care of the people he didn't feel like talking to.

So you accepted this new life, eating up this role of socialite like it was made for you.

It was a chance to know people, to speak and make new friends, but you learned quickly that those people weren't there for that, and picked up on how mostly of the people who talked to you just wanted to climb up the social ladder and gain some extra points from your father.

He, even, introduced you to a couple of people that seemed close to your age, and you chatted with them, feeling extremely anxious because you weren't used to this, so it was weird to them seeing such a pretty woman, with your status and fortune, acting so shy and quiet in a place that your dad practically owned.

After a couple of hours, you learned the agenda. All you had to do was put on a fake smile, get them off your father's shoulders and pretend you were very interested in what they had to say, hiding your uncomfortable expression behind your glass of champagne, promising them that you would arrange a reunion with your father someday.

One of those nights, your father introduced you to someone, someone who you didn't pay much attention because he seemed to be uninterested too, only being there for the sake of his job.

"Pretty girl, come here" your father said, a cheerful tone of voice as grabbed you by the shoulder to get your attention, snapping you out of your train of thoughts. "I want you to meet my friend, Doctor Crane"

You looked at the man in front of your dad, his pale blue eyes already sizing you up discretely, looking at you up and down in a way that didn't go unnoticed by you, a shiver running down your spine as his eyes finally locked with yours.

You couldn't help but feel small under his gaze, your glass now forgotten in your left hand, the right one extended to take his and stretch it for a quick second, returning to your first position, his expression remaining serious.

"Nice to meet you" he spoke, his voice sounding like velvet in your eyes, not quite sensing the undertone behind it. "Your father told me wonders about you"

You grin, the irony of that sentence making you laugh a little, what wonders could your father know about you? But you kept your composure, the conversation not going any further, and you forgot about him fast enough, when in another of those annoying parties you met the love of your life — or so you thought.

That same night, when you went back home, you were thinking about spending the rest of your life with some guy that flirted with you at the bar, and Jonathan, prayed to whatever thing listening to him up there, that crossed your path with his again.

He practically obsessed with you, because it felt right. You were young, beautiful, wealthy and had a last name that could open even more doors for him, getting tired of saving Falcone's man of going to jail; you were an opportunity, tied to a nice pair of legs.

After a few weeks of stalking, it kinda broke his heart that naive as he expected you, you got married to the guy from the party; he told you then his name was Lewis, and now you doubted it that was even true.

You were finally going to get what you always wished for, a family, love. And it was perfect. Everything was perfect.

It was a dream that you were living in. A dream that shattered in front of you no longer than three months after.

After you contracted married with this man, you took care of the house, now learning all of these housewife duties that you didn't know anything about, but making your best effort to please him, to be the perfect woman ever created, departing from your old life and habits and adjusting them to his own.

You couldn't be more happy, regardless of your bad cooking, the bad-swiped floor and the half-done bed that welcomed you both every night, you finally had love.

It lasted three months. Your wholesome real life fantasy of a marriage destroyed when you found out, accidentally, that this man was just an employee of your dad, willing to get a promotion if he married you. At that moment, you didn't know who you hated more, if the bastard, or your dad who was literally bribing the bastard to love you.

But your dad only wanted to make you happy, tho.

You were embarrassed, not quite sure of how to tell this to Jonathan, because after all, he was there for you, just for the money your dad was paying him. Your cursed the day your dad became rich, because all of it was making you miserable and it felt like it wasn't going to stop.

At this point, a feeling of despite against you was growing within Jonathan, after a few weeks treating you, he quickly remembered why he didn’t chose this path of career, but remembering that he was there because of a major reason; a reason more important than your helpless cries for attention.

He was sick of you, all you ever did was complain in the commodity of your million dollar house, unaware that there were more important problems in the world. It isn’t completely your fault, Jonathan thought one day, you were just an ungrateful brat, and his work was to tame you, and he planned to do just that today.

"So," he startled you, narrowing his eyebrows, an expression in his face that you could only understand as concern. "remember, if you don't speak, I can't help you".

You chuckle and shift your weight in the chair, immediately feeling your eyes fill up with tears as you confronted the fact that you had to speak about it, right now. He was quick to offer you his handkerchief, as he always did and with shaky hands you took it, sniffling onto it, closing your eyes as you felt your whole body shake with each one of your cries.

You felt Jonathan put his hand on your knee, softy caressing the skin that his thumb could reach, opening your eyes and looking at his, Jonathan welcoming you with a pitying look. You put the tissue aside, both him being so close and his scent impregnated on the piece of fabric making you feel a little giddy, a little confused.

Why was your heart racing so much? He was your therapist, here to talk about your former husband.

Jonathan couldn't help but grin a little, knowing he was maybe breaking a rule here, touching you like this, being so close. He couldn't care less, after all, he wasn't here listening to you cry and bitch about your whole life for the sake of your well-being. He was here because he wanted you to break and get on your knees to him. Figuratively and literally.

"It's so embarrassing" you struggled to spit out "He didn't even love me, Doctor"

He hummed, dragging his chair so he was a little closer to you, you looked at him through your teary lashes and tried to keep it together, this wasn't the first time you cried in front of him, but the reason itself was enough to make you feel full of shame.

He didn't say anything, this being a motivation for you to continue.

"My dad was paying him" you murmured, cleaning the mascara off your cheeks. "It was all a lie"

The whole situation was absurd, what happened to you still felt like a sick joke they were playing on you, your dad and Lewis, probably waiting for the perfect moment to tell you the truth.

But that wasn't going to happen, right now the only thing that felt true to you was Jonathan. He set you up to that, and you blindly fell on his silly trap.

"Poor thing" he cooed you, moving his hand a little further up your thigh, noticing the goosebumps on your skin. A mastermind, that's how he felt. "How could they?"

That was all the mendacity he fed you with since you started seeing him, making you believe he was actually empathizing with you, full of loathe against everyone who hurt you, who dared to leave you alone, but now he was there, his task being to pretend to care.

"It's pathetic" you blurted out, leaning into his touch when his prying hand went up to your cheek. You really couldn't say anything more, crying against his hand like it was something you did every monday morning. "I'm so sad. I don't know what to do"

He shook his face, your eyes meeting his with a confused expression, black stained tears dropping on your lap and wetting his hand before he returned it and looked over his clipboard, pretending to think.

You were so vulnerable, ready for him to destroy. He finally got you where he wanted. He then explained you that you were so sad that it made you unaware of a lot of things, blinded by your own pity against yourself that every door that opened, you closed. It all came down to a thing; you needed a diagnosis.

He gave you a moment to process the information, ready to continue with his plan.

"Actually," he started, his tone now more firm, more strict, the one he used when you were approaching the end of the session. On the last one, he recommended you to touch yourself, to liberate oxytocin on your brain or something you really didn't understood.

It was almost evil from his side, he knew that your only thought while doing it would he him ordering you to do so.

"I'm sorry to be the bearer of such awful news, Y/N" he stated, making your heart skip a beat. "But I think you're sick"

You nearly gasped, the air got stuck in your throat, more tears gathering in your eyes. You lifted one of your hands to your chest, a million thoughts crossing your head as Jonathan's clever eyes examined your expression.

Bingo.

"Sick" you repeated after a moment, almost like you were making peace with the revelation. "How sick?"

It was an innocent question, your tone of voice shaking as your inferior lip trembled, holding it with your teeth in an attempt to not burst into tears again, your whole body feeling like it was going to break into a million peaces by how much you were shaking in the couch.

Jonathan was quick, standing from the chair he was on and taking a seat by your side, his hand swiftly placing in your knee. You looked at him confused, he never got this close, maybe your sickness was serious.

"What am I, Doctor?" you whispered, your eyes showing him a hint of fear that made him finally lose all his faked professionalism. "Depressed? Crazy?"

Both of you were dying of anticipation now; meanwhile you feared that you were going to get admitted to Arkham, Jonathan was seeing the golden ticket to the best future he could ever achieve, and all thanks to you.

"Oh, no, no" he purred, his hand making its way up to your thigh. "You're sick, not crazy"

You parted your lips as his hand moved more further, not really sure of what was happening, not daring to stop him, too scared of your mental health to think about anything else, not helping the way your legs started to part too.

A sudden gasp left your lips as his hand squeezed your tight, a smile you never saw on him appearing on his face. The crying stopped a moment ago, the surprise of having him so close making you go a little numb.

"I know what a girl like you needs" he said, almost sternly, like his hand wasn't centimeters away from your panties.

Was in that moment, that you knew this wasn’t about therapy anymore.

"You think so?" you whispered, your voice still shaky, but now for a whole different reason. "And what is it, Doctor?"

"To be fucked stupid"

It almost shocked you how he said that as it was a normal diagnosis, like he gave you a name of a medicine you could go and buy at any drugstore in town. You gulped and didn't move when his grip tightened on your leg, your face growing red.

A loud gasp escaped your lips when at your lack of response, Jonathan grabbed you hard by the jaw and forced you to look at him. Your eyes glistened with nothing but fear, your brows narrowing as you mumbled something that he really couldn't understand, and it wasn't like he wanted to.

"You're sick, Y/N" he repeated, more harshly this time, his hand moving your head as he spoke. "And I'm going to cure you"

He let go of your face to clasp his lips against yours, a kiss very far away from sweet, his mouth moving roughly against yours. You never had been kissed like this, so you tried to play it along, trying to show him some of the love you felt for him, that you thought you owed him.

But he didn't care if you felt loved during the kiss, trying to assert the dominance he held upon you, his hand now holding firmly the back of you neck to prevent you from pulling away.

It was a mess; your teeth clashed, drool was dripping from your chin as his tongue explored every space of your mouth, not leaving anywhere of it untouched. Your movements were a little stiff, unsure of what to do, trying to provide the sweetness that he lacked.

His hand moved to your the front of your neck and squeezed it a little, making you yelp in surprise, the sound muffled by his mouth. You tried to get away from the kiss, confused about his rough actions against you, a little scared of him even, almost like you didn’t trust him every little part of your brain in this same couch for the last couple of months.

But then it clicked on your foggy brain, he knew you, perfectly— you only knew his name, you didn’t know what this man was capable of.

You could only move a few centimeters away from his hungry mouth, your lips parted as tears welled in your eyes from the pressure he was applying to your neck.

“Stop” you managed to stutter, your breath mixing with his. “I can’t- breathe”

You doubted that he listened to you, your voice not coming out of your throat at all and getting stuck in your larynx, your voice-box completely muffled by his strong grip.

“Shut up, brat” he spitted, his tone sounding full of abhor, your eyes wide open as you felt the air leaving your body and your lungs starting to burn. “Always getting what you want”

You weakly placed one of your hands around his wrist, another attempt of gasp elicited from your agape mouth as he lifted his other hand and choked you with both, something in your dizzy mind telling you that he was possessed.

“Crying all the time- complaining” he continued, not caring if you were listening, the suffocation being to much to bare now. “So selfish”

And maybe he was.

Your brain was filled with fear, wondering how it all went from a kiss to this— almost getting killed by your therapist in your couch. You opened your eyes to meet his, feeling like your chest was on fire as there wasn’t any air flowing in, seeing how the blue of Jonathan’s eyes has darkened and his lips were parted as well, the muscles of his jaw twitching as he choked you to death.

Your eyebrows narrowed together in terror as you noticed that familiar tingly sensation in your lower belly and your thighs clenching together. Maybe it was something about him exercising this power over you, how you felt so feeble under his touch, that was probably leaving bruises on your neck for you to carry and show around what he was making you do it.

You didn’t have enough time to think about it, you were practically dying.

“And you are enjoying this?” he said with an amused tone, probably noticing how your thighs fragily contracted against one another.

You felt yourself slowly lose your consciousness when finally the relief came and the air started to flow again to your desperate lungs, taking long and loud puffs of air when his hand let go of your neck. Your erratic breath was interrupted by a loud moan that escaped you when Crane yanked you by your hair and shoved you to the floor.

He was quick yo position you between his legs, looking at you through his unfixed glasses, giving you a twisted smile that made you quiver in fear, that growing wet patch on your panties making you feel like a really sick girl.

“Doctor-” you mumbled, closing your eyes as he pulled your hair, withdrawing a mewl off your mouth. “Hurts”

“You talk when I tell you to talk” he snickered, adjusting the way his fingers gripped your hair. You thought that he might just pull out the strand he was tugging. “I’m sick of your whining”

You felt more tears well up in your eyes; not sure if it was from the pain in your head or how his words felt like a knife that landed right on your heart. You were confused, sad, angry— a little hot, too.

“I pay you yo listen to me” you said, your voice so shaky you were lucky he could understand you. You wished he didn’t understand you.

Another sort of moan left your lips as a hard slap made a landing in your cheek, your face turned to the side because of the impact. You closed your eyes in disbelief, a cry coming out as you felt helpless, wondering if this was some exposure therapy he was experimenting on you.

He repeated himself, instructing you to talk only when you were told so, nodding in defeat as you accepted whatever this was and continued to play along with Jonathan’s sick fantasy of controlling you, without even knowing it.

You looked at him with nothing but inquietude, the look in his eyes giving you the foreboding that nothing good was about to happen now, frightened of what we would do to you.

He didn’t show any hints of letting go of your hair anytime soon, just holding it firmly to keep you looking at him through your heavy lashes, a wicked grin on his smug face.

“Let’s give that whining mouth of yours a good use” he said, and you gulped, understanding what he wanted and quivering in fear, not really understanding why the sticky sensation between your legs grew.

“Undo my pants” he commanded, and you stayed still, your eyes not leaving his even when another slap landed on your tear-wet face. “Do as you’re told, brat. This might be your only cure”

You couldn’t help but sob a little, his tone sounding so definitive, so professional. Your trembling hands reached his belt and unbuckling it ungracefully, taking longer than he expected, you heard him chuckle as you unbuttoned his pants afterwards, then putting your hands back in front of your lap.

“C’mon” he pulled your hair again, causing you to moan in pain. “Don’t make me tell you what to do”

You looked at him again in nothing but shame, trying to resist to this humiliating request of his, but complying it anyways. He said he was going to cure you, but now you doubted it, right now, you only wanted this to be over.

With a last look at his eyes you returned your attention to the growing bulge in his slacks, the shame in your brain being present at all times, not quite helping the way your eyes were fixated on his clothed member. You were quick to free him out after your staring earned you a other harsh pull of hair, your lips turned into a line when his cock slapped his abdomen, causing his dress shirt to wrinkle a little.

“Go on, Y/N” he encouraged you, as you looked at him with pleading eyes, silently begging him for mercy, knowing that even if you screamed it at him, he just wouldn’t listen. “This isn’t about what you want, anymore. Is about what you need”

A tear slid from your eyes and disappeared down your cheek when his free hand placed the tip of his hard cock on your parted lips, gesturing you to take it and not waste more of his time— more than you already did.

“Open up, whore” he said under his breath, using your hair as a device to move your head and help you shove his length down your throat. You complied, the tears in your eyes now soaking in you cheeks by the effort that you were making trying to welcome his thick shaft down your mouth.

You were sure you scratched him with your teeth a few times as he bobbed your head up and down with his strong hand, manhandling you without care for his own pleasure. You placed your hands on his knees, trying not to gag, but when his tip touched the bottom of your throat, you couldn’t help it.

You cried as you felt suffocated again, now for a whole different reason, a more humiliating one, and you almost wished he killed you then. His hips buckled everytime your lips reached the base of his cock, the room filled with the sounds of your mouth and saliva coating his shaft and the soft moans that came out of his poisoned lips.

“Take it, whore” he said, his voice now husky and distorted by the pleasure, the pain that your teeth accidentally inflicted on him turning him even more. “God- you are horrible at this”

He chuckled between heavy breaths, pulling you by the hair and releasing his cock from your mouth, a vulgar pop filling both of your ears at the sudden separation of your lips and his member. Your eyes looked at the floor, feeling such a shame that the mere thought of meeting his face with your fearful face made you cringe, the pulsating pain on the back of your head making you dizzy.

“You can’t suck dick properly” he said, his tone sounding like he was making fun of you. “No wonder why your husband left you. You’re just pathetic”

You finally rose up your face to look at that insufferable smile of his, ignoring the way his cock was still hanging there in front of you, almost brushing your nose. His fingers finally untangled from your hair and giving you some sort of solace, the consolation that this traumatic session was over.

Maybe the remedy was worse than the sickness itself.

“Jonathan, stop it, plea-”

Your imploration was completely ignored, followed by another slap on your wet cheek that made you cry even more, not understanding how this man could’ve been the same one who made you felt loved and finally listened. You fell for a lie once again.

“Get on the couch” he simply said, his words were like a bucket of cold water fell on you. “Stop the bitching, don’t want to hear it”

“And I’m your doctor. Not Jonathan” he reminded you, making you feel even more ashamed.

You did as he told, again, half-standing from the floor and sitting next to him, trying to take as much space from him as you could before he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer, your face growing red as his face was now centimeters away from yours.

“You look so beautiful when you cry” he whispered, caressing your face but trying to nor wipe the tears away, almost like he was admiring you. It made you melt into his touch, glad that his kind demeanor was there again. Even if his words made you cringe— and the fact that his cock was still out, you felt your heart grew warmer by the way he tenderly touched you.

It didn’t last much longer, when his lips twitched into a malicious smile and went down to nibble your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses around the bruised skin and bitting where his fingers hurt you previously, making your fingers wrap on his hair and cry for mercy, trying for him to stop hurting you this much.

“Shut up, stupid brat” he repeated that same insult, making you swallow your cries, closing your eyes in disbelief as he continued to injure your already suffering skin.

You arched your back in surprise when all of the sudden his hands reached for your breasts, groping your tits like his life depending on it, stimulating you through the fabric of your shirt, but all you felt was fear and anger, impotence flowing through your veins because you just couldn’t scream and push him away, fear was freezing you on the spot.

The worst part? You maybe didn’t wanted to push him away. Because maybe if he gets what he wants now you would be cured and he’ll be back to normal, returning you the sweet Doctor Crane that you met once, not this monster that was groping you like a piece of meat.

He clicked his tongue and dropped both of his hands to spread your legs open, forcing your back to drop onto the hand rester of the couch. You looked at him with big eyes, your heart felt like it was going to jump out of your chest and scream to Jonathan that enough was enough, you just couldn’t take any of this anymore.

But your heart stayed there, between your lungs that seemed incapable to hold any air, making your breathing erratic. So nobody screamed Jonathan to stop, and he continued with his profanation against your persona— your dignity.

He bit his lip at the sight of your fucked-up face, your legs open as it showed him the dark patch on your baby blue panties, darting his eyes from your half-exposed crotch to your teary eyes.

“God, keep crying and I might come now” he growled, lowering his face to meet your pussy, kissing it through your underwear, making you mewl, closing your eyes at the sudden attention your core was getting.

You felt embarrassed at how much you enjoyed when he moved the fabric to the side and started making out with your cunt, swallowing your fluids like a starved man.

“So wet” he mumbled against your labia, the vibration making your eyes roll back, bitting your lip to prevent any moan to come out; he was raping you, why did he make you enjoy it? “I bet you like this, to be treated like a whore”

You shook your head, more tears falling out of your eyes as you felt nothing else but humiliation, pleasure washing over your body everytime his tongue brushed your clit, your back arched against nothing.

“You like it?” he said, finally pulling out and pushing his body up so his face was in front of yours, his cock grazing against your now stimulated pussy, a gasp leaving your lips, a gasp that quickly turned into a hurting moan when his hand slapped you again, this time in your throbbing cunt. “Answer me”

“I- I do” you whispered, gripping his shoulders when you felt him align the head of his member with your whole, scared of how it was going to fit. You had trouble taking it when he face-fucked you, how the fuck it was going to fit down there?

“I’m going to fuck you so good” he whispered between pants, jerking himself off before entering you. “You’re going to forget that pathetic husband of yours”

You couldn’t help but cry, trying to push him off by the shoulders, a terrified look on your face. “It won’t fit, Doctor” you pleaded, a crooked grin on his face as you keep on calling him that. “I beg you, don’t-”

“Yes, beg me” he said, starting to push his member inside you with a slow but relentlessly pace, not giving you enough time to adjust, just to scream and hit him weakly on the chest, face and shoulders before ge grabbed your hands and pinned them down, on the sides of your body. “I’m going to cure you- do you so good”

His voice was low, as he barely could speak when he felt just how tight you were, your walls hugging his cock just the right way, his pulsating head making your mind dizzy, the stinging pain starting to be forgotten.

But when he slid out and entered back it, the hardness of his movement made your insides burn with pain, a loud cry echoing in the walls of the living room as he started to trust into your pussy with a fast pace, not caring at all if you felt good.

He snapped his hips against yours with an animalistic force, growls escaped from his mouth every time his cock was welcomed by the warmth of your stretch whole, the sensation making him go even more feral, making you cry more.

He let go of one of your hands and grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at his eyes as he fucked you vigorously, the blue on his iris not existent anymore, only his widely dilated pupils meeting yours, your blurred vision distinguishing the depraved expression in his face.

“You- so tight” he snarled, his voice barely audible, covered by the sound of skin slapping and your loud cries. “I bet your stupid husband didn’t fuck you like this”

You felt nothing but shame as you felt his cock now sliding in and out more easily, the wetness of your cunt growing as he spoke to you like that, that familiar heat flourishing in your lower belly as his words degraded you, your cries quickly becoming moans.

“This was all you needed- fuck” he said, his spit splashing your face as he talked, his words full of disdain. “A good dick, that’s all it takes to keep bitches like you quiet” You nodded, thinking that if you agreed he would stop. How wrong you were.

In a quick movement Jonathan took his cock out and spun you around, not giving you time to get on your ass up by laying your chest down before he stabbed your hole again, pushing your skirt all the way up to see how his pelvis came into collision with your ass.

You were moaning like a bitch in heat now, sure that the maids were listening, not really caring about it anymore. Jonathan was fucking you nice and hard, your mouth wide open as his tip brushed your cervix, screaming to him to keep it right there.

“I’m close” he said, pulling your hair back to press his chest to your back, his other hand going down to play with your swollen clit, wanting your to come around his cock like the slut he knew you were. “Come with me, you whore”

“Yes” you moaned, your tongue out as his cock hit the right spots, making your hips to move against his, grinding against his hand and dick, feeling your wetness drip down to your thighs. “Yes, yes, I want to”

He laughed, approaching your ear with his tongue to bite it, leaving a long and wet kiss underneath it that made you grow hotter, your eyes closed as you let him use you; the only thought in your mind being him and his wonder-working cock.

Truth was, he was fucking you stiffly, every slam of his hips stronger than the last one, but you were so deprived of touch, so dick-starved, that even if Jonathan was fucking you like a lifeless doll, only for the sake of his pleasure, you loved it, even when it hurt you.

“I’m going to fill you up” he said against your ear, his hand leaving your clit unattended as he grabbed your hip to increase the velocity of his thrusts, ramming your hole like a demented man, making your head drop against his shoulder and scream at the ceiling, now knowing what he meant by curing you.

“Going to get you pregnant” he said, more to himself than anything “so you don’t have to bitch about being alone anymore”

You opened your eyes with terror, you didn’t want children, you were so young. The idea made you frightened, the moaning now sounding like little nos and pull outs, but Jonathan didn’t listen.

“Doctor please, please, pull out” you pleaded, reaching for his hips and trying to push him away, one of his hands slapping your ass and pulling you down by your shoulder blade so you wouldn’t fight anymore. “Doctor Crane please”

“I will fucking fill you up, Y/N” he chanted, laughing at the idea of your round belly and your swollen tits, carrying his baby all day and feeling all worked up and needy all day, only waiting for him to fuck you all day. “You won’t be alone again. You won’t be sad again”

Then you realized it.

When he came, your hot walls creamed every single drop of his cum, making his thrusts sloppy and slow, his moans filling your ears as you sobbed under his touch, feeling his seed paint your walls and load your insides with his sperm.

That was your cure.

His hot release that now flooded inside your leaking cunt, that was your so-promised antidote. He took away your solitude by giving you his and yours firstborn, a bastard baby that would give you the company that you lacked.

You felt him chuckle as he rode out his high, the chase of his own climax made you forget yours, so now there you were, your swollen cunt looking for its release while his rested among your insides calmly, like it was meant to be.

He didn’t pull out immediately, taking his time to appreciate the sight of your skirt resting in your hips all rolled up, your bruised neck and messy hair, the way your ass was exposed to him by the way he had you arching your back. All for him— for him to wreck.

He pulled out and rolled his eyes when you started crying, now being annoying instead of hot. You sat on the couch and saw him button his pants and fix his hair, hissing when you felt nothing but pain growing in your worn-out pussy. You explained through your weak voice how he ruined your life, that he was the worst person you’ve ever met and that now you had to carry the product of his sick and twisted rapist-fantasy, even tried to hit him, but your pathetic tantrum only gained you another slap in the face, and a stern look.

When he tried to stand up and leave, you grabbed him by the wrist and begged him not to, he couldn’t just leave you, not now, not ever.

“Don’t be so ungrateful” he said, a smile that made you feel nothing but trepidation in his face. “You’ll never be alone again”

You couldn’t help but feel scared. Scared of him, of what just happened, of what’s going to happen next, scared for your future son with this evil specie of a man.

When you continued to cry, and he pulled you for a hug as he assured you that he would never leave you; and how could he? He had a long life of success waiting for him now, giving a girl of your status his last name, his children. Oh, it’s going to be wonderful, he just needed to tame you and make you the perfect slave for him, and that wasn’t going to be hard.

You were sure that you’ll never be loved, but at least now Jonathan was going to be with you. You’ll never be alone again.

thanks for reading. w/love, fenina;)

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[sergeantbarnessdoll]

A corporate barbecue that R brings her godchild to (as they just lost their respective best friend/mom) where reader runs into Bucky. She introduces them to one another, and her 12 y/o anti-wingman watches reader and Bucky flirt with each other (pathetically). Her best friend’s kid has always been incredibly perceptive, especially about other people (it’s a trait inherited from reader’s best friend). When they turn and leave the conversation, the kid asks “So when’s your first date?”

Bucky overhears the remark and realizes that it’ll be very soon. While the tween wasn’t R’s wingman, they sure were his.

IDK, just a thought lol 🩵🩵

Little Matchmaker » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader with goddaughter Lexie

Summary: Your goddaughter plays a little matchmaker to get you and Bucky together.

Warnings: Fluff, language, flirting (pathetically), nicknames/pet names

A/N: Thank you to the lovely anonymous person who requested this🩵

A/N #2: The reader works at Stark Industries in this.

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creator.

“Remind me why I have to come to this.” Lexie, your goddaughter says.

“Cause all you did this Summer is scroll through your phone and it’s nice to get out of the house.” You say.

You’re at a corporate barbecue for your work and you took your goddaughter with you. Lexie lost her mom, your best friend, almost a year ago and she was left to you.

“That’s not true!” She said. “I went to the beach last month!” She states.

“Point made, but I was with you.” You say.

Lexie made a grumbling noise and continued to walk next to you.

“Is Iron Man and the Avengers going to be here?” Lexie asks.

“Tony Stark has to be here cause it’s his company and as for the Avengers, I don’t know if they’re going to be here.” You answered.

You greeted your coworkers and introduced Lexie to them. As you were talking to them, you couldn’t help but notice a guy staring at you a few feet away. Lexie noticed it too and smirked to herself, coming up with a plan in her head.

“Y/N, I’m going to get something to drink.” Lexie says.

“Ok. Get me something to drink too please.” You say.

She nodded before walking away to the drink table. She did get something to drink, but as she was walking back, she walked up to Bucky.

“Sir?” She says, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Yes?” Bucky answers.

“Not that I’m being nosy or anything, but I couldn’t help but notice that you’re staring at the woman over there.” She says.

“I’m sorry. I’ll stop.” He apologizes.

“No need to apologize.” She replies. “I can introduce you to her if you want.” She suggests.

“Oh, that’s ok. I don’t want to intrude.” He says.

“It’s ok.” She says with a smile.

Lexie motioned for Bucky to follow her, in which he did after a short hesitation.

“She hasn’t been on a date in a while so go easy on the flirting.” Lexie tells him.

“Oh ok.” Bucky says.

Bucky furrowed his eyebrows, wondering why a 12 year old is telling him this. You excused yourself from the conversation with your coworkers when Lexie walked back to you with the guy who was looking at you.

“I thought you were getting something to drink?” You say in a quiet voice.

“I did.” Lexie hands you your drink. “I also brought you a guy.” She tells you. “Sir, this is Y/N.” She introduces you to Bucky.

“I’m Bucky.” Bucky introduces himself to you, holding his hand out for you to shake, which you did.

“Now that you two know each other’s names, I’m going to let the two of you talk.” She says.

“Stay where I can see you.” You tell her.

Lexie nodded and walked away, leaving you and Bucky alone. You gave him a polite smile, trying not to make anything awkward between the two of you.

“Is that girl your little sister?” Bucky asks curiously.

“No. She’s my goddaughter. We get that a lot.” You answered. “Her name is Lexie and she’s 12. Her mom passed away almost a year ago and I’m all she has.” You explained.

“I’m sorry to hear about that. No kid should go through that.” He says sincerely.

You smile softly and nodded in agreement.

“Lexie mentioned that you haven’t been on any dates in a while.” He says.

“She shouldn’t have said that, but she’s not wrong.” You say.

“So…” He starts. “What do you look for in a man?” He asks curiously and upfront.

“You’re pretty straightforward, aren’t you?” You chuckled. “That’s part of what I like in a man.” You admitted. “I also like when men are sensitive and buy me flowers.” You tell him. “Those are just the basics of what I like in a man.” You say.

“Well, lucky for you, I can do both of those things.” He says with a flirty smile in a flirtatious tone.

Meanwhile, Lexie was sitting at a table where you can see her. She had some chips and a soda while she watched you and Bucky flirt pathetically with each other. She couldn’t hear what you two were saying so she just watched the pathetic flirting. She was also curious to know if Bucky was trying to ask you out on a date.

“What do you look for in a woman?” You curiously asked Bucky.

“So you’re the one who’s being straightforward now, huh?” Bucky playfully jokes and chuckles softly. “Everything I like in women is everything you have, doll.” He says softly and moved a piece of your hair from your face.

“Even if I have a godchild?” You asked.

“Yes.” He replies with a smile.

“If we’re going to see each other again, that means we’re going to have to exchange phone numbers.” You say with a hopeful smile.

“Fine by me.” He says, taking his phone out of his pocket and handed it to you.

You put your name and phone number in Bucky’s phone. You handed Bucky your phone and he did the same thing. Lexie came back at the same time you were giving his phone back to him.

“I hope I’m not interrupting.” Lexie chimes in, looking from you to Bucky.

“You’re not. I have to get back to my friends. It was nice meeting the both of you.” Bucky says before walking away.

You gave him a smile and Lexie waved bye to him.

“So when’s your first date?” Lexie curiously asks you with a grin on her face.

You couldn’t help but blush and softly giggle when she said that. Little did you and Lexie know that Bucky heard her say that. He smiles to himself and put his hands in the pockets of his jacket, knowing that yours and his first date will be very soon. Sooner than you think actually. Little did you know that Lexie was playing matchmaker and was Bucky’s wingman.

🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖

-Bucky’s Doll

[xoladybella]

this is my two cents on the topic, nobody asked for lol. The question everyone is asking- why now?? Many months later? So either Nic is trying to tell everyone, Luke & I are besties with partners or Nic & Luke are a family ( I say family if you follow Fiat & Fran. It the answer is option 1, cool! We are adults. This shouldn’t change how you see Nic and Luke BUT, why now lol. If Nic and Luke were just besties, why now follow Anotina back in June when luke was being bullied everyday. A simple hit of the button”follow” would have stopped majority of the troll behavior to Luke. But nooooo, she didn’t follow in June, July, august, September, October, November, December, or January but chooses February to now follow 👀. If you follow Fiat & Fran, they have explained in great detail, why February is an important month.

let’s be honest, Luke was unhinged- and we love it- last night. He lights up around her. Nic tries to play it cool with buddy vibes but soon, she can’t keep up the charade either. I mean, she is literally touching Luke at the dinner tag at the event. The seats are designed to be close enough to talk to one another but space to eat and mingle. Nic’s chair is right next to and close to Luke. When they are on the red carpet, he is talking to someone and she just waits on him. She could have said, I’ll be back. Sunday was the perfect night to let the world know they are friends. They had every media outlet there. And they didn’t do that at all. They went back to no space, never being separated, sitting next to each other at the after party, Nic doing a bad job trying to act like she didn’t know Luke went to that Mexican restaurant- her response, oh you did! Ma’am you know this, you just saw him last night lol. Luke staying: Nic this and Nic that. Nic keeps talking about that baby like it’s their baby. She did that at the Irish award show. It confused on interviewer. Then when the ET lady said- we need a happy ending, Luke just looks at her and smile, awkward silence and Nic goes- hey hey. WTF was that!!!! Now they have people who didn’t know them or part of the GA watching them.

lastly, sorry for the book lol. Fiat made this comment months ago. Luke fell on the sword for his family. Luke would give his kidney to Nic. He took a lot of abuse this summer. What if Nic is falling on the sword for Luke to protect their family. Nic is doing all this to protect something or someone. It may look crazy to some people but it’s doing what she feels is best. I hate to say it, but I fear- if together, Nic and Luke are going to get papped soon. Nic is trying to control the narrative and pookie is no help on that lol. They do compliment one another. Luke is unhinged in person but great with his SM presence. Nic is great with her lives, but she is unhinged on SM lol. I think Nic is on tumblr so she is seeing when people said- why not just follow Antonia.

Thanks for reading.

Don’t apologize anon, I love this. I like the thought process you’re putting out. I agree with so many things you said. The timing is of the follow is definitely weird. But idc about it honestly. I actually laughed when I first saw it all over X, the tweets were so funny. She isn’t fooling anyone! She realized what her and Luke did (reveal that they’re still unhinged together and completely in love) and is trying to throw a curve ball. Or, as I’ve seen, is to help A? Idk. I’m still trying to gather information and figure out where I land on this.

That middle paragraph is 💯. Luke and Nic couldn’t get enough of each other and it was so obvious. They light up together but I agree, Lukey pookie was even more obvious about it. He loves that woman so much.

He did get so much hate, unfairly and we know there was a lot going on bts. She can try to control it as much as she wants but the cat is out of the bag 🙂‍↔️ I hope they don’t get papped either. I want them to come out on their time, when they’re ready. Umm if she is, hello Nic 🤭👀

[kandadze]

FoF rewatch ep 5-6: Zhuo Yichen and Zhuo Yixuan (gifs and loose thoughts)

It might be because I'm an only child, that I tend to gravitate towards sibling - whether by blood or found - relationships. One of my favorite books growing up was Astrid Lindgren's "The Brothers Lionheart." I'm more likely to watch a show if it has an ensemble cast of characters who are in all sorts of familial and otherwise close situationships (hello, FoF). (Must also be why I finished watching My Journey To You the first time - due to my morbid fascination with the absolutely dysfunctional, codependent, borderline incestuous and in general fucked up dynamic between the eldest and the youngest of the Gong "brothers"... not sure what that says about me lol)

Back to the Zhuo brothers.

I loved Zhuo Yixuan the moment he appeared in ep 5 (and not only because I have a soft spot for his actor). I do realize that we get an idealized version of him, seeing him only through the eyes of someone who loved him and then lost him too early, and I still think he was a remarkable guy.

I believe that he can be considered one of the biggest influences on who ZYC is as a person. (The other one would be WX, but that's a whole separate post.) As far as the Zhuo family goes, we know there was a father, but even though he is mentioned, it's never by name, and he never features in any of ZYC's memories, either - which makes me assume that he was a father just by title, and not very close with either of the brothers.

As for their mother, we were told that she died when ZYC was little, so I imagine ZYX himself was a teenager at most at the time. Now imagine this young boy, having just lost his mother, and with barely any support from his father, not only raising himself, but also becoming a whole-ass family unit (mother, father and brother) to his Xiao-Chen. And, even allowing that ZYC's memories only show us the best moments with his big brother, seeing what we can of ZYC's character, I think ZYX did a spectacular job.

He's most likely the reason why ZYC, even socially awkward and shy, draws people in - whether demon, half-god, or human child that's a little bit of both. As long as someone doesn't pose an active threat, he just does his best to do what his big brother used to do for him - asks questions, listens patiently, responds from his personal experience and to the best of his ability. ZYX didn't ridicule him for having nightmares or being scared to dream; he reassured him and then looked for ways to help. ZYX didn't force him into making connections with other children when it was clear it was too painful; he did his best to be there when it mattered and let nature take its course.

There's that scene in later eps where ZYX does his sword training while ZYC entertains himself in the vicinity. It's obvious the brothers enjoyed each other's company, but also had their own pastimes and commitments (the nightmare in ep 6 starts with ZYC doing his own training while ZYX is away). There's the scene with ZYC trying on that delicate golden headband, and ZYX teaching him what it meant to wear one (made me think of a book I read years ago, which featured an apparently Anglo-Saxon tradition of boys up to a certain age wearing a headband woven with 7 strips of white cloth for pretty much the same reasons as ZYX explained to ZYC). He clearly taught his baby brother some sound principles.

I'm also assuming that ZYX was quite lonely himself. In ZYC's memories he's of age to marry and have a child, but there's no other family around that we can see, or that would get mentioned. ZYC must've intuited that, asking ZYX if he's the same as him - as in, misunderstood, and lonely, and his big brother just smiles and doesn't answer, clearly not wanting to burden him.

He instead shares what I think was what he got from being born into Bingyi line - a gift of foresight. I might be reaching, but in my mind ZYX foretold many events in ZYC's life - meeting ZYZ (the "anomaly," that ZYC will recognize not with his eyes, but his heart! The Truth Eye parallels are everywhere...), meeting like-minded companions, waking up the Cloud Light Sword... He seems to have hoped for all the best for his baby brother, not for himself. Which again, makes me emotional at just how good of a man he was, and how he helped ZYC to become someone who's not afraid to be open and soft, who's able to change his mind as new information presents itself, who's emotionally intelligent and does his best to see the world clearly.

We'll never know what would have become of the brothers had ZYX survived, but I believe that if he could see his Xiao-Chen now, he'd be very very proud.

[xxsugarbonesxx]

Librarian Miguel x Flower Shop Owner

tags: tooth rotting amounts of fluff and some suggestive bits. No one is spider man in this AU, mainly just character set up stuff :3 and no gender is specified for reader any1 can read it

hopefully this will be me getting back into writing since i took a break from it lol (this was done in 30-40 minutes at 2am so sorry if it isnt too high quality) ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

In the little rural town of Nueva, there was a library, it was owned and operated by the single hottest man in town, and probably the whole state, Miguel O’Hara. 

Miguel O’Hara was a simple man really, he ironed his clothes, did sudoku on the train and ate a bagel with light cream cheese, an assortment of raspberries, blackberries and blueberries every morning every day for breakfast. 

He took his coffee dark with the littlest splash of cream and one sugar cube. Two sugar cubes would be just reckless. Coffee could be substituted with Camellia flower tea when he was out of coffee, peppermint for when he had a migraine.

All the women in town would sing his praises to another. Little was known about him besides that after the death of his daughter he moved to Nueva and opened his library. In front of his library was a small community garden and a bench dedicated to his dear daughter by the double doors. 

No one brought it up, no one asked, and he liked it that way. He liked the simplicity of Nueva. The air was cleaner, the people there warmer and the ringing in his ears seemingly disappeared when he moved there. 

He liked to keep his library neat and tidy, he had plenty of rules set in place to follow…children's books in the front and adult books in the back. The spicer content was shelved by the cook books so no kids found them. You are to only use the various lamps in the library, never the big light. It totally ruined the cozy atmosphere he had set up. 

Jazz, Frank Sinatra, and Selena Quintanilla was the only music allowed to be played, he didn’t like any other types of music. Coffee was free as long as you returned your mug to the table his coffee maker was on once you were done. No talking louder than a whisper, and only pet the library cat if you had all your shots. That was mostly a joke, but Miguel didn’t want people who weren’t up to date on their immunizations touching his cat.

It was almost closing time, and there were only a few people left. The familiar cast of characters Miguel had come to know now wandering the maze of shelves. Ben Riley was using one of the community monitors. Sending emails back and forth to his girlfriend in Canada. Only god knew if she was real or not.

When Miguel asked why Ben just bought his own laptop or computer to converse with his girlfriend, Ben explained he didn’t want to go through the trouble of setting up a laptop when he could just walk to the library to use one for free.

Miguel couldn’t help but hold back the fattest eye roll known to man when he heard that.

Peter Parker was looking for cookbooks for the dinner he was gonna make to win his ex wife back. Stressing over the perfect dish to make as young Mayday Parker debated whether she wanted to check out GoodNight Moon or Skippyjon Jones for her bedtime story tonight.

Then there was Pavitr Prabhakar and Gayatri Singh. Debatably his most adorable regulars. Miguel would watch the two teenagers stumble through their awkward study dates, he couldn't help but feel the littlest bit proud of Pav when he finally worked up the courage and kissed her. 

But his favorite, hands down, was you. You owned the little flower shop across the street from his library next to the bakery. On the opening, you had brought him a bunch of sunflowers tied with a pearl white ribbon as a gift. He didn't have the heart to tell her that he was actually allergic to sunflowers and graciously took the generous gift with a stuffy nose and kind smile.

You would come waltzing in, batting your eyelashes like you were auditioning for a mascara commercial. At first he had no interest in romance, but you were just so…kind, caring, loving, compassionate. You were so slow and soft spoken, giving him the space he needed while he grieved and was there afterwards to hug him and dry his tears. 

At the beginning, you’d only stop by and help him in the library or check out a novel or two, but as you became a frequent visitor, you stopped coming just to help him…and started coming just to see him.

He remembered how one day, you had arrived at the library as usual. A perplexed look on your darling face with your hands behind your back. You had spent all of the night before carefully crafting a special bouquet of lilies and tulips. Making sure there wasn't anything in it he was allergic to.

After dancing around the subject, you had slowly confessed her feelings to him. 

The next hour was spent in the back room of the library. Feverishly groping another and kissing frantically, your glasses kept sliding against each other’s as you both ran to rip each other's clothes off another's bodies.

Miguel was still that simple man he was all those years ago when he moved to the sleepy town of Nueva. The idea of building a real relationship with someone scared him from how many times he'd been hurt in the past and the fresh wounds from the death of his child.

But now he has you. He has someone to come home to besides the empty walls of his little cottage home. He has a significant other to fill that void and to lift him up, someone to be his lock screen picture.

Someone to tell all the things he’s learned from the regulars at the library. He told you about Ben getting catfished, Peter winning MJ over with homemade ratatouille and a promise, about Pav and Gayatri’s kiss while the both of you snuggled up on the couch over a bottle of strawberry wine.

You'd both started the relationship a little rocky, not knowing whether this was right with the things Miguel was working through then. But it soon proved to be the best decision either of you could have made. 

He had your wedding picture next to Gabriela's school picture day portrait on his desk. 

His favorite parts of his day were when you’d walk from your shop to the library on your lunch break to eat together, and in the evenings when he'd read the book you were currently reading out loud to you, before going to sleep together. 

He was still that simple man, but now he’d share his bagels with you. He’d offer to iron your clothes for you, and even when you didn’t understand, he showed you how to play sudoku on the long train rides. Even though you were just nodding along to hear him talk about something he enjoyed.

[mysterious8artist-swalf]

Abovetale Papyrus

“Bandage”

He/him

24 year old

demisexual

Personality: He super gentle, friendly, show care, and really sweet. He is PG person. And little shy.

Hobbies: cooking, reading books, hang out with friends(former) play basketball (former) knitting, watch his favorite tv show, create puzzles. Hike at forest

Likes: solving puzzles, friends, pasta, gummy worms, collect figures, and clean

Dislike: being forgotten, people think he are bored, get yelled by anybody, people don’t grateful what papyrus cook for them, rude, R rated movies. Being alone feel like forever

Strongest: He super good with children and he did excellent job to take good care of the children, friends, and family. He very calm and really intelligent. His cook skills really chef, and he set the schedule what he should make breakfast, lunch, and dinner. He always takes care of house and clean, make sure anything is tidy and spotless. He really good at guide to children and people to explain how to do things and to do. He quite taller, it mean he could faster run and if he like to!

Weakness: He mostly clumsy, and he get hurts when he get fall. He pretty sensitive about insults, tease but he will not go to complain about it. He okay with puns, but he just laugh off like it not big deal. He is afraid people lost interest in him and does not want friends with him anymore. He always anxious a lot…

Relationship

Sans: Brother

Papyrus and Sans used to closer when they was young, Sans is big brother to papyrus, after their father passed away, Sans grow very serious. Sans have fight training, and work everyday. Every time at dinner, Papyrus has make dinner and wait for sans coming home, but Sans just straight to his bedroom and sleep. Sans don’t really dislike for papyrus, but sans has deeply care for papyrus, sometimes he hate when papyrus is softie. Papyrus love sans as much as his only member family, brother.

Gaster: Father

Gaster loved Sans and papyrus very much, Gaster is such good father to them, and papyrus loved his dad, every time, papyrus always said “my old man”, Gaster always supported him no matter what. After Gaster passed away, papyrus has struggled with his live to try through with his family and friends.

Undyne: childhood friends, best friend

Undyne and Papyrus are best friend since they were younger, but they don’t see each other much, since Undyne has finance with Alphys and they planned to married in future. Papyrus always look up at Undyne since she stand up for papyrus and always bravely, fearless.

Alphys: friend

Undyne introduced Alphys to papyrus at fresh year collage, papyrus seen like Alphys, and he friends with alphys but most papyrus have to avoid Undyne and Alphys, due to they are in the relationship and papyrus does not want to messing up.

The human: good friend

Papyrus take care of human, that he found the human lost in the forest, and the human come from the underland. Papyrus has must to protect the human from thr monsters who may wish kill the human. Papyrus is guide to the human how to be independent, defend itself, and choice of good and bad.

Fun fact: he take ride on the bus, walk or sans give him ride, because he don’t get drive license yet.

He only papyrus who voice very soft same time with loud. If the human flirting him, he would awkward, very awkwardly, pretty feel discomfort and he would tell them, that they can flirting him until they are 18 years old. He is value to friendship a lot than romantic. He see alternative sans and papyrus as his cousin/alternative brothers. He wake up all nights to scroll TikTok with his cell phone. He and his family is wealthy, because gaster is successful scientist.

- update- I removed the dreemurr family, I realized if asriel is alive, he should be late teen. He too old for papyrus to take care of him, lol!

Characters belong to Toby Fox!

[starrystormwritings]

Something's Off

Something's Off

Master List <3 Request List <3 Criminal Minds Master List

Spencer Reid x Reader

A/n: Hey so I haven't written anything in over a year and this is my first criminal minds thing ever so any criticism is welcomed. This was written at 3am so any bad grammar or writing can be excused in my opinion lol. Please consider sending me some requests or ideas for anything on my request list, I'm desperate to get back to being active on here but I'm running low on ideas.

Summary: You and Spencer work at the BAU and after a lapse in Spencer's judgment you end up getting hurt.

Warnings: Murder, guns, shooting, stabbing, blood, hospitals, possible death, general criminal minds talk to gruesome murders

Word Count: 2669

(NOT MY GIF)

"There she is, we were starting to think you'd quit on us." Derek joked as me and Spencer walked into the briefing room hand in hand.

After a particularly long and emotional case I had decided to take some time to myself to recover from it.

It had only been a week but in this job that felt like years.

"Yep here I am, no need to worry. I know how much you all missed me." I said with a laugh while sitting down at the round table, Spencer going to grab our coffees.

"Can't argue with that, lover boy over there has been lost without you." Emily said with a laugh smiling at me.

Everyone else had taken their seats as Spencer sat next to me, sliding my coffee in front of me with an excited smile.

"Well as much as I wouldn't use the word lost I have missed having you around here." He blushed lightly, trying to speak in the least awkward manner as he could.

I knew he had missed me at work, everyday he came home to our apartment he'd be glued to my side explaining every detail of the case he'd just gotten back from, wanting to hear my opinions and spend time with me.

As much as hearing about work took away the point of taking time off from it watching Spencer ramble on passionately and excitedly to me was nice.

Plus if I'm being honest with myself I'd be bored without it.

"Six women have been found dead in a suburban town in Texas, all between the ages of twenty to thirty and have appeared within forty-eight hours of each other." Hotch explained whilst Penelope showed the pictures of the crime scenes behind him.

"All girls were found within sixteen hours of being deceased and had already been missing for more than a day, meaning he keeps them before murdering them. He has stabbed them all once in the abdomen, careful not to hit any vital organs so the body doesn't shut down. Instead he stabs them to leave them to slowly bleed out." Penelope added whilst handing folders of information out to everyone.

"So it's likely he already has another girl with him now?" Rossi asked with a frown as he flicked his folder open.

"More than likely yes, and with and increasing confidence and skill set we can only assume he's going to continue at a quicker or more brutal pace the longer he's able to." Spencer added, looking to the group with a smile that matched nothing that he just said.

I sighed and looked at the images in front of me, at least this case seemed fairly simple in comparison to some of what we've had to face.

~~~

"This guy is most likely a social younger man who holds enough respect and familiarity within the area for people to feel comfortable enough to get into his vehicle alone at night. He doesn't force his victims to comply they willingly trust him until it's too late due to his natural charm and charisma. Then he holds them for a day before killing and disposing of them. He doesn't hurt them in their time of captivity, meaning he most likely feels remorse or is unsure of his actions, but the thrill of the kill is to enticing for him to let them go. He's confident within his ability to kill, shown in the slow and precise manner he takes in the murder. He is most likely a local who has lived here his whole life due to his knowledge of the area and the trust everyone has toward him. He also appears confident in his ability to not be caught, since he dumps the bodies rather than hiding them. He believes he's more intelligent than most people and above the law, and his high IQ helps fuel this narcissistic ideal he has of himself. That is all thank you." Hotch walks away from the room of police officers who were noting down his profile, gesturing to Emily, Rossi and Derek to follow him into an interrogation room.

I jumped up from the table I was sat on and gathered my notes from next to me.

"I just don't understand how we could have such a sick individual in our community doing this to women. It's just shocking to me." Officer Davis said from beside me.

He was the head officer on the case and the chief of police in this town, he'd been assisting me and Spencer in the last few hours with trying to create an idea of where to begin looking.

"Yeah it always comes as a shock when a member of your community causes something like this." I offered him a small smile whilst gathering my stuff to head over to Spencer, Officer Davis following closely behind me.

"I just can't believe something like this could happen here."

"Can you think of any groups of people within the community that hold a lot of respect and trust? Like public speakers, church groups, large charity groups or public helpers?" I asked him flicking to the page of possible careers I had, smiling at Spencer as I settled my stuff next to him.

"Well apart from the obvious like the police and fire force, I couldn't think of anything. We're quite a religious area but none of our churches have any well known priests that everyone would know, we have too many churches and priests for people to form personal connections with. Although we do have a large neighbourhood watch group. They do nightly patrols in cars around the streets and main roads. They're a very large group of people."

Spencer's head shot up at the last bit. "Do they have a known leader people would know? Or any type of uniform they wear to be recognisable?" He asked Davis while scribbling something on his whiteboard.

"Not uniforms no. Although, the patrol cars they use do have these stick on lights they use to be recognisable. Pauls the leader, he tells people when their needed for patrol."

"So our unsub could be a patrol member, approaching women in his car so they know he's apart of the watch group and trust him enough to get into the car without any hesitation!" Spencer said turning to Davis "I need a list of names of the leaders of the group."

I opened my phone, calling Penelope "I'll get a list of the people on patrol the nights that these girls were taken, see if there's anyone that was working every night."

~~~

Less than a day, that's all we had to find this woman before it was too late.

I was stood in an office with Spencer and Rossi, bouncing ideas off of each other, hoping something stuck.

"Penelope got him." Derek said with a smile walking into the room.

"Paul Fredrick, thirty-five years old, lived here his whole life, was arrested ten years ago for an assault against an twenty-one year old woman, and in charge of the neighbourhood watch patrol schedule." Spencer read from the paper Derek just handed him.

"Hotch, Emily and that detective are already heading there. We need to go this girl probably hasn't got that long left." Derek said gesturing us out of the door quickly.

~~~

"He's confessed." Spencer said with a smile, kissing me on the head as he took a seat next to me.

I'd been sat in this empty office in the police station for an hour now, something just doesn't feel right.

"Really? Doesn't that seem strange to you? I mean according to the profile this guy is confident and intelligent. Surly he wouldn't confess after an hour of interrogation." I bit my lip lightly as I re-read my notes again and again.

"Well sometimes the profile isn't completely correct. Plus they found the girl in an abandoned warehouse a ten minute drive away from his house." Spencer shrugged "he isn't as confident as the profile indicates, he was also quite anxious and stressed when confronted which was surprising, but the evidence points to him and he's confessed. All of the logic adds up."

"I guess. I just don't feel right." I sigh and look up to him with a frown.

He matches my expression and stands up, kissing my forehead lightly before collecting his stuff. "You probably just need some rest it's been a long weekend. The plane leaves in an hour, I'll go collect our stuff for us."

He gave me one more smile before leaving the room. As I glanced after him I saw the rest of the station basically empty and the time was three in the morning.

With another sigh I gathered my stuff and headed out the door. Maybe ten minutes outside in the fresh air would chill me out.

"Everything alright?" A voice from behind me asked, making me jump.

"Davis hi you scared me." I said with a laugh, holding the door for him as we both walked outside. "Everything's okay yeah I'm just rethinking the case."

"What's bothering you about it?" He asked, lighting himself a cigarette.

"I don't know, the whole thing just seems off, I mean why would Fredrick confess so quickly? He doesn't match the profile at all, he's awkward and of a lower intelligence. I just don't see how he could do this alone. Plus why would he take these woman to an abandoned warehouse that could be accessed to the public or the police whenever rather than his own house? He lived alone in an remote area with no neighbours. It just doesn't add up." I shrugged and pulled my arms closer to me since the cold was nipping at my arms.

All of a sudden I felt a blunt pain hit the side of my head.

~~~

(Spencers pov)

"Everything alright kid?" Derek asks me with a concerned look.

"Yeah, I'm just worried about Y/n." I reply, fidgeting with my fingers as I talk "She's been questioning the case and I'm starting to think she might've been onto something."

"What do you mean?"

"Well didn't Fredrick seem odd to you? He had a low IQ and no charisma at all, even if you knew of him I doubt many people would willingly get into his car. Plus he transported the girls for no reason, he put himself at risk by doing it in that warehouse rather than his own home. There's no way he could've done this alone."

"What are you getting at here kid?"

"Well didn't he come across to you as more of a submissive personality?"

"You think we have two unsubs here? A team?"

I shook my head quickly calling Y/n as I spoke. 

"No not a specifically a team. A dominant who lured the girls and killed them, and a submissive who picked the girls out, disposed of the bodies and took the fall. It would make sense, Fredrick was to easy to find, this unsub would be to intelligent to be this simple. Fredrick was on patrol the nights the girls were taken, he most likely saw them first and then alerted the other unsub of them so he could then take them."

"Well if this unsub was so intelligent how come it was so easy to find his partner?"

The phone rang out, that's strange Y/n always picks up.

"He wanted us to. He pointed us in that direction to throw us off, he didn't need Fredrick and he knew he would stay loyal if he was caught. He wanted us to catch Fredrick so we'd leave."

Derek's eyes went wide as he got his phone out of his phone to call someone.

"You know who told us about the neighbourhood watch and the list of likely suspects?"

Derek asked with a frown.

"Davis."

~~~

"Has anyone seen Y/n?" I asked as I walked into the room that the rest of the team were in.

They all looked at me with worried expressions as Emily handed me my bulletproof vest.

"According to the CCTV she was last seen leaving the station with Officer Davis" Hotch said clearing his throat, trying to remain stern and collected even though he was as distraught as the rest of the team.

"What?" my face fell as I scanned the room, everyone either looking away from me or straight at me with concern. 

Derek's phone beeped and everyone's heads snapped up to look at him as he stood. "Pen's got an address, lets go."

~~~

"FBI!" Derek yelled as he kicked down the door, letting himself into the house as I followed behind, gun trained ahead of me.

"What am I looking for here Reid?" he asked, clearing the first room.

"A basement most likely." I said walking ahead, spotting a door that appeared to be heading downstairs.

I nodded my head toward it and Derek went ahead, opening it slowly and walking down.

I followed close behind him, a loud smash was heard from in front of us and before I could even see Derek shot, leaving Davis on the floor.

"He tried to run, threw something glass at me." Derek said, gesturing to the blood from the new cut on his arm.

"Can you see her anywhere?" I pushed in front of him as he flicked on the light switch.

I scanned the room before my eyes landed on her figure in the corner, laying on the floor looking pale and bleeding from somewhere. "Y/N!" I ran over there, putting my gun away as Derek called for a medic through the radio.

"Hey your going to be okay. I'm so sorry, I should've listened I'm so sorry. Y/n please. Come on open your eyes. Please..." I felt Derek's hand on my shoulder as I started to cry.

Before I could comprehend what was happening a group of medics came in and surrounded her, Derek pulling me out of the room.

~~~

I paced the hospital waiting room floor, it had been hours and we'd heard nothing.

Emily was asleep on two chairs. Hotch was sat looking at the floor, tapping his foot anxiously. Rossi had been standing up to speak to the receptionist every ten minuets, and Derek had be constantly picking up calls from Penelope who had kept ringing for updates despite Derek promising to call her as soon as we knew.

And I had basically paced a hole through the floor.

"Reid sit down and eat something. Stop punishing yourself." Hotch said with a frown.

I shook my head and continued pacing. "I can't, I should've listened to her, or stayed with her. I didn't even try first aid I just froze when I saw her..." I replied, voice cracking.

A doctor cleared his throat behind us "Y/n L/n?"

We all looked up at him with matching worried expressions.

I held my breath as we waited for him to say something.

"She was stabbed in the abdomen but luckily suffered no trauma to any organs. She's lost a lot of blood but she's going to be okay. She's just woken up so she's a bit out of it but she can take one visitor."

I felt my whole body relax as I took a breath.

"She's okay?" I asked again with a shaky breath.

Derek put his hand on my shoulder and nodded with a smile "She's going to be okay kid."

I let out a little sob and nodded my head with a small smile.

"Reid you should go see her, let her know we're all here." Hotch said patting my other shoulder.

I nodded at both of them and followed after the doctor, taking a seat next to her bed, holding her hand in mine as carefully as I could.

She opened her eyes, slowly turning her head to look at me.

Somehow she was still smiling as bright as ever, provoking my face to mirror hers on instinct.

"Hey you." she said with a small laugh.

"Hi." I kissed her knuckles, a few tears escaping my eyes as I looked at her.

"Why're you crying? I'm the one who's be stabbed dumbass." she joked with a small laugh, causing me to chuckle.

"I love you so much, don't you ever do this again. I really thought I'd lost you. I don't know what I would've done."

"I'll try my best to stay alive then, just for you Spence."

She smiled sweetly at me with another small laugh, I admired her face for a second before leaning in to kiss her lips softly.

[mbruben-stein]

If requests are open, can I have some platonic reader and 2012 turtle headcanons? They’ve been my comfort characters/hyperfixation since kindergarten

TMNT 2012 Platonic Headcaons.

~Leo~

Leo is very protective of his s/o, always looking out for their wellbeing and safety. He'll go out of his way to help them whenever they need it.

He enjoys having deep, meaningful conversations with his s/o about life, philosophy, leadership, and his hopes and dreams for the future. His s/o is one of the few people he feels truly comfortable opening up to.

Leo likes watching Space Heroes with his s/o and excitedly explaining the plot and characters to them. Even if they don't totally get his fascination with the show, they enjoy seeing him so enthusiastic and happy.

He sometimes struggles to balance his responsibilities as leader with making time for his s/o and their friendship. But he always tries his best to be there for them. His s/o understands how much pressure he's under.

Leo and his s/o work out and train together, spotting each other and providing motivation. Leo admires his s/o's dedication and discipline.

When Leo is feeling overwhelmed or second-guessing himself, his s/o is there to listen and provide support and encouragement. Their belief in him gives Leo strength.

Leo goes to his s/o for advice when he's having disagreements with his brothers, especially Raph. His s/o helps him see different perspectives and find compromise.

Even though he's usually pretty serious, Leo has a dorky sense of humor that comes out around his s/o. They have plenty of inside jokes and playful banter.

~Raph~

Despite his tough exterior, Raph secretly enjoys having a close friend he can relax around and be himself with. He drops the cocky attitude a bit when it's just the two of them.

He's very protective of his s/o, always watching their back and ready to jump to their defense at a moment's notice. Raph won't hesitate to throw down if anyone messes with his friend.

Raph likes playfully teasing and trash-talking with his s/o when they're gaming or sparring together. It's all in good fun though, never mean-spirited.

If his s/o is going through a tough time, Raph will be there to comfort them in his own gruff but well-meaning way. He's an especially good listener.

Raph and his s/o have a secret handshake. (Mikey keeps trying to figure it out. LOL.)

When Raph gets too hotheaded or worked up, his level-headed s/o is one of the few who can talk him down and get him to simmer down before he does something reckless.

They like riding around the city together at night on Raph's motorcycle, with his s/o holding on tight. It's a thrilling way to blow off steam.

Raph actually really appreciates how his s/o balances out his impulsive nature and helps him see things rationally, even if he'd never admit it out loud. They make a great team.

~Donnie~

Donnie loves spending time with his S/O in his lab, showing them his latest inventions and projects. He appreciates their genuine interest and enthusiasm for his work.

When Donnie is feeling stressed or frustrated, his S/O is always there to listen and offer support. They help him take a step back and see things from a different perspective.

Donnie and his S/O enjoy having deep, intellectual conversations about various topics, from science and technology to philosophy and the meaning of life.

His S/O often helps Donnie with his experiments and projects, acting as his assistant and providing an extra set of hands when needed.

Donnie's S/O encourages him to take breaks and relax when he's been working too hard. They plan fun activities together, like movie nights or exploring the city.

When Donnie is feeling socially awkward or anxious, his S/O is there to provide comfort and reassurance. They help him navigate social situations and build his confidence.

Donnie and his S/O have a strong bond built on trust, loyalty, and understanding. They are each other's confidants and best friends.

His S/O helps Donnie manage his emotions, especially when he's feeling frustrated or aggressive. They help him find healthy outlets for his feelings and work through challenges together.

Donnie loves teaching his S/O about his various interests and passions. He's always eager to share his knowledge and help them learn new things.

Above all, Donnie and his S/O have a deep, genuine appreciation and respect for each other. They support one another unconditionally and are always there for each other, no matter what.

~Mikey~

Movie Nights: Mikey and his s/o love having movie marathons together, often watching comedies or action films. They bond over their shared love of popcorn and quoting funny lines from their favorite movies.

Gaming Buddies: As the fun-loving turtle, Mikey enjoys playing video games, and his s/o is always ready to join him for a gaming session. They engage in friendly competition and celebrate each other's victories.

Cooking Adventures: Mikey is passionate about cooking and experimenting with new recipes. His s/o supports his culinary endeavors and often joins him in the kitchen, helping with prep work or taste-testing his creations.

Emotional Support: Despite his usual cheerful demeanor, Mikey has moments of self-doubt. His s/o is there to listen and offer encouragement, reminding him of his strengths and helping him maintain a positive outlook.

Prank Partners: Mikey's mischievous nature sometimes leads him to play pranks on his brothers. While his s/o doesn't always participate directly, they occasionally help him plan and provide alibis when needed.

Artistic Collaboration: Mikey's creativity extends beyond the kitchen. He enjoys drawing and crafting, and his s/o often joins him in these activities. They work on art projects together and inspire each other's creativity.

Heart-to-Heart Conversations: Mikey values his s/o's perspective and often seeks their advice. They have deep, meaningful conversations about life, family, and personal growth, strengthening their bond through open communication.

Laughter and Inside Jokes: Mikey and his s/o share a similar sense of humor. They often make each other laugh with silly jokes and have a plethora of inside jokes that only they understand, creating a strong sense of camaraderie.

[serenedash]

Hello!! I’m writing a Foreteller fic, and I wanted the opinions of the people I consider to be the Holders Of Arcane Knowledge- how do you think Luxu reacts with his old comrades once they reunite?

Is he a weathered stone, the person he used to be as Luxu worn away into the cynic who is Xigbar? Do they have to learn how to deal with their little brother anew?

Or is he a pearl within a clam, the facade that is Xigbar pried away to reveal Luxu, the child who never got to grow up? Does he revert to his old behaviors and mannerisms, depending on Ira and Ava because he never really had the chance to grow out of that sixteen-year-old boy?

Or is it a secret third thing??? I would love to hear your thoughts!!

first, absolutely honored to be called a holder of arcane knowledge thank you I pride myself in my masters degree in foretellers, this turned into a long ass Luxu personality/character analysis oops! Read more because this one really got me in the zone lol

tl;dr, I think it's the first option you said due to his experiences but he really wants things to be how they were, but it can't be, too much has happened. I can see him and the others trying to act like how they were pre-khux though but it'll be awkward I think since Luxu has given up everything, including himself, for MoM's plans

Anyway love your descriptions here fr, Luxu obviously is a bit of a wild card character, we see him in multiple forms pretending to be different people so the question really is what is he really like? It's interesting to go back and look at Luxu within khux, all of the foretellers are so stern/serious usually especially with MoM but Luxu is the only one who has legit banter with MoM and can get snarky with him (even if MoM always controls the conversation in the end) and he does the same with Darkness in the finale. I used to think that Luxu's whole Xigbar persona deal was him imitating MoM in a way but ngl I now think that that's more of how he just is (albeit probably very exaggerated because I think Luxu wants people to underestimate him as just Some Fucking Guy while he's Xigbar, I mean how often do people laugh when they first meet him in kh2 because he's just straight up a Silly Dude next to dramatic ass Xemnas and Saix). Honestly I would kill to see original Braig just to compare him to Luxu because at this point I think so much time has passed in present day kh and so much shit has gotten fucked up that I don't think anyone has ever noticed that Braig might act differently now, like I totally believe Luxu doesn't care to act like original Braig as much as he would've cared about acting like Bragi in khdr yknow,

Anyway, all this to say that I think if Luxu was going to act like how he really is, it wouldn't be too far off from Xigbar. I ALSO think however, that it would be a lot more subdued and mature. When you go back and watch the kh3 epilogue he definitely still acts like Xigbar but he speaks pretty calmly, the theatrics aren't there. It's such a startling difference honestly and I think that's all the years wearing down on him at this point. I think Luxu is far beyond the point of acting like "the child that never got to grow up," a character going through what he has absolutely has the potential to act that way but for him I don't see it. Despite all the silliness and sass we see from him in khux, I also want to bring up the scene where Ava confronts him because the vibe feels similar to the kh3 epilogue imo. Like yes he starts out kinda silly just saying he was told to watch over and over again but he does get to explaining the truth and I'm sure he was very blunt with it like how he was blunt with Brain in the finale. He can be serious when he needs to, I think he was very much forced to be and I interpret him receiving his role from MoM as the loss of his childhood so from that point on that teenager never existed anymore. Luxu takes his role seriously tbh and stops the theatrics (or what may be seen as immature behavior) when he needs to.

And when the others finally return, I think Luxu really wants to just lay the whole act to rest. In his secret reports it's really clear to me how desperate he is to see everyone again and just how worn down he is, literally he must be like the world's most tired guy and I don't blame him. In the epilogue he seems so relieved imo but the difference between him and the others is a lot, to put it lightly. The others have basically been plucked from the past, exactly the same as they were, but Luxu has untold years of experience and fighting under his belt. He wants things to be how they were but they never will be; he may still be Luxu but the years have not been kind to him. I'm sure Luxu had a lot of expectations for this reunion and it didn't play out like how he wanted it to; the others are most likely still in the mindset of the keyblade war so tensions are probably high. A moment I think about a lot is when Gula and Aced start yelling at him and it's like there's a wall that goes up between Luxu and the others then, I feel like he acts more like Xigbar throughout the rest of the scene. I'm sure moving forward we'll see Luxu go between his regular Xigbar persona and his actual more subdued self depending on who he's talking to. I really do hope we get to him just be himself tho, and I'm sure we will but it'll just make the difference between himself and the others all the clearer. I can totally see Luxu talking with like Invi or Ira about what's happened, he seems to really want to prove that he's still himself. I think he'd try to act like how he was as an apprentice/young master but that's just not who he is anymore

[melishade]

You know how we make movies out of old stories and myths from the past , just imagine if they made a movie or film about optimus or megatron and they got some aspects wrong like the paint job of megs and Op or the they made them more "bad" if you get it , Or they would make the Survey Corps stupid in a sense like when the Gaang from atla went to the theater and they were so humiliated by their interpretation of themselves, and if megatron is still there or optimus just comes to visit and they criticise the movie by say "they got that wrong" "levi wasn't that tall" , that would be hilarious,.

Alright, time to talk about the events of AOP getting the Hamilton Treatment!

Thank you @justawannabearchaeologist and @echoblaze5 for your contributions to this conversation.

So again, this is post AOP, Optimus is already on Cybertron, things are going well. Willy decides to step back from politics and focus more on his passion project: Theatre! He started getting invested in it before the Liberio attack and it's only gotten worse once he learned about musicals from Jack, Miko, and Raf (much to Miko's horror). He's made pretty decent hits over the past few years, but he's been wanting to create a master piece. He remembers Hamilton and well....you can see where this is going.

Miko:

So Willy starts putting in the work to make it a reality. He's thinking of set, vocals, costume design. Unfortunately for him, Megatron gets wind of this when Hanji brings up the fact that Willy been conducting interviews on the Survey Corps for some kind of pet project. They didn't get much of the details. Megatron goes to Willy and Willy explains what he's been doing. Megatron takes one look at the script.

Megatron grabs the trash can and drops the script in there.

Willy: You could have just said you don't like it!

Megatron: I'm helping you.

Willy:...I'm sorry what?

Megatron gets involved with theater production, cause Megatron can't murder, destroy, or be a gladiator, so this is the next best thing.

Hanji:...I mean...it's productive?

Levi: It's fucking weird!

Armin: Well it's better than him threatening everyone and wanting to murder them.

Erwin: Let's be honest, he's probably still threatening people over little details.

Levi: Someone has to stop this.

Megatron: Do it and I make you a caricature!

Levi: YOU WOULDN'T DARE!

Willy is still involved in the musical. He is the one funding this. Does all the costumes, sets, all that stuff. The writing portion? Yeah, Megatron has completely taken over with Willy trying to add some pointers. And when Megatron gets a writer's block, it's a whole thing. Hanji finds him in a river dealing with it.

Hanji: Hey, Megs. Do you need me to get anything for you?

Megatron: Hm.

Hanji: Sure? Nothing at all?

Megatron:...hm. Hanji: Alright, I will get the rust sticks.

Megatron: Hm.

Although, Megatron would ask to be under a pseudonym. He likes this privacy he has and he's already wrapped up in politics post AOP. He doesn't need the extra attention.

The Survey Corps do get to listen to it before it goes public and are surprised at how accurate it is. Willy is exhausted because of how many hoops Megatron practically made him go through for accuracy. Some of the Survey Corp members do get their own songs. Mikasa and Armin feel particularly embarrassed because the songs are good, it's just they feel awkward.

It feels even more weird when it becomes a success. Lol. Like it gets awards. Even the Autobots listen to it. And then Optimus hears about it on one of his rare visits to the AOT world.

Optimus:...Megatron, why?

Megatron: Look I'm not as blood thirsty as I used to be! I have to fill up my time!

Megatron makes Optimus watch it. And it's not great for Optimus because there would no doubt be a musical number that shows Optimus and Eren meeting, getting to know each other, their relationship deteriorating, and then Optimus killing him.

Optimus would probably have to leave at that point.

But alas, as Justa has said, it is historically accurate, so Optimus would archive it out of moral obligation.

Although Rung gets wind of the album and actually listens to it.

The Primes glaring at Rung from beyond the grave.

Rung:....So-!

Prima: REALLY?!

Rung: HE IS EXPRESSING HIMSELF CREATIVELY!

Liege Maximo: HE TOOK MY FRAGGING ARM!

Oh and vote in the poll if you haven't

[mochinomnoms]

I have no one to share this thought with, that's why I want to express it somewhere. In fact, I'm a newbie in the Twisted Wonderland fandom, but while I'm currently playing through the game (or rather the plot), I have one such question and dissonance. No matter how you look at it, the characters in the game communicate rather unpleasantly with the main character, I wonder what would have happened if the main character had reacted adequately, calmly, coldly and judiciously, that is, essentially not giving in to Crowley's manipulations. It would have been much more interesting to see this in the main character, because it becomes somehow awkward for me to watch how he is manipulated. Moreover, the characters' attitude towards him at the beginning was also rather unpleasant, well, until they became friends there. To some extent, I would like to see the main character as a realist who understands that he ended up in a world he doesn't understand, the director does nothing at all to bring him home, while the attitude of others towards him is simply disgusting. It just seemed at some point that the main character of the game resigned himself to the fact that he was staying in the world of Twisted Wonderland. Well, if it were me (I'm a realist), I would have looked for all possible methods myself, but to return home. This seems to me to be a much more adequate approach to such a turn of events. The question is, will other characters grieve because the adequate main character went back to his world (let's say he found a way to return back)? Perhaps these very close friends, namely Ace, Deuce and Grimm, who really were friends of the main character, will grieve greatly, the rest... Well, this is strictly my opinion, but it doesn't seem like the majority will simply not care.

P.S. Да, я тот человек, который смотрит реальности в глаза, а не смотрит на мир через розовые очки. Я встретил достаточно жестокости в своей жизни и... Вот почему меня раздражает, когда я вижу глупых персонажей, смирившихся со своей участью.

To be honest, the way you're explaining how you'd personally act in Yuu's situation is most likely how most people would react, so I don't see anything particularly wrong with it.

The way the player acts in-game is probably done so because if they acted accordingly, there probably wouldn't be a game, lol. Or at the very least a vastly different game. That's what makes fics so fun though, you are bound to find one that aligns with what you think would really happen, or just find one that's fun lol. Though, I personally don't see canon Yuu as just resigning themselves as much as they're super flexible and go with the flow. There are points in the game that Yuu is a bit snappy or blunt, and lines from the characters on the homescreen especially that point to the player being cheeky, a troublemaker, and touchy with the characters,

I do think more than just ADeuce and Grim would be sad about Yuu leaving though, Malleus is very close to the player, mostly because he's fascinated by their lack of reaction to who he is. Even if Yuu was more of a realist when meeting him, he's so fascinated (and starved for genuine friendship) that he's delighted by almost any version of Yuu. Kalim is also a sweetie, so he's gonna be upset as well, even if Yuu is just an acquaintance. At the very least, I would include Jack with the first three just because he seems fond enough of Yuu to let himself get “dragged” (he went willingly, lol) into their troubles during Book 3. The rest of the cast I think you can argue for as long as you get through their books, I think Pomefiore especially after Book 6.

But it's late and i don't have many thoughts left, so I'll end it there lol.

(also im sorry hon i don't know what the last bit is, i only speak english and spanish haha)

[och405o]

Hey lol, can i request an &team reaction to their sunbae idol s/o (who's the leader dancer and rapper and is also from hybe) mentioning them on a show or in a live and saying that they love their content/music and that their rlly handsome(like cmon their gorgeous) and they like find out from fans and fanboy over them and they didn't know that they were watching the live...and ima stop there cuz it's so long srry (i'm the same anon who asked u just now btw even tho it's lowkey obvious)

Anyway hope ur doing great and hope this helped ur writing block. Luv uuu<33

&Team reaction to idol s/o mentioning them on live

Andy’s notes: Hi anon!! Thank you for requesting!! I hope you enjoy this 🫶🫶

Summary: While live a fan asked your opinion on the group &team, giving you the opportunity to talk about your perfect boyfriend

K:

K had opened Twitter to be met with hundreds of tweets from Lune and your fandom. Obviously the first emotion he felt was confusion and a little panic. He scrolled through the thread and saw the clip from your groups live.

“Oh someone asked if I like &Team. Of course I do! I think my bias is definitely K. He is so handsome and talented, how can someone not like him”

K smiled at the clips, watching it over and over again. I think K would tease you a little about it but would be really happy that you love him so much.

Fuma:

He would be doing a birthday live (Happy belated Fuma day) when people started commenting about your live. He would be confused but as people began to explain it he would understand. He would worry a little about rumors but I think he would be one to reveal it himself with the help of the company before any scandals or rumors started to spread

Nicholas:

(This little shit) He would definitely tease you when he saw all the ships and fan edits of the two of you.

“Awe daring look at this clip you are practically drooling over me.” He would say while siting with you in a practice room. He would absolutely love seeing you talk about him with so much love.

Ej:

I think his first reaction would be to panic. He knows it’s not always a good think when you are trending on Twitter. He would be worried about scandals and rumors, knowing that could affect your careers. I think he try to distance himself from you in front of camera to avoid them. But don’t worry he definitely shows his live when you guys are alone.

Yuma:

He would be watching your live with some of the other guys when your fans started asking for your opinion on their new comeback. Obviously you were excited to talk about it and your amazing boyfriend.

“Oh it was so good they all looked great especially Yuma. He definitely shined in this comeback. I was thinking about learning the choreography for it, what do you guys think?”

Yuma would love it. I think he would get a little shy but overall he would think it was really sweet and definitely would be a little more clingy with you to show his appreciation.

Jo:

Jo was a hard one for me. He would be awkward (plz save him he doesn’t know what to do) people had already started to ship the two of you and Jo was a little worried. He was conflicted. Like obviously he loves you but he doesn’t want to affect your career. He wouldn’t worry as much as Ej but would definitely want to be careful from now on.

Harua:

He would think you are the cutest person to every walk the Earth. He absolutely loved the way your eyes lit up as you gushed about him and the way your cheeks turn a soft shade of red when you realized you talked too long. He would save the video in his phone and watch it at least 5 times a day.

Taki:

Taki would talk about you a lot especially with Niki (Rip Niki) when this happened. Oh boy Niki was ready to rip his own ears off. Taki would not stop bragging about you. He loved that you were so proud of him and that you loved him so much.

Maki:

Maki would feel a huge confidence boost. He wants you to be proud of him and wants to impress you. He is still super young so I think he would be a little awkward about and might even tease you or pretend like it doesn’t affect him when deep down he is so so in love with you

[our-queer-experience]

(TW biphobic comments, surgery, transphobia and ableism mentions, aphobia, pls add more if anything else can be triggering)

I just quietly came out as aroace, by posting a video in my stories of someone reading my aroace-focused speech at Pride. Quite nerve-wracking cause usually very few people watch my stories, but this time my COUSIN AND AUNT saw it.

I don't know if they clicked to watch the full video, but if they did, that's quite awkward and possibly dangerous… I'd come out as bisexual to my cousin many many years ago—she was one of those annoyingly enthusiastic allies, you know, the girlies that brag about having a gay best friend.

Considering this, the fact she's supportive but not exactly knowledgeable about the nuances of existing as a queer person, I'm worried she'll have a conversation about it with her mother. And that they'll talk to my parents about it, assuming they know.

But my parents have no idea I'm aroace. I'd also come out to them when I was like 13, again, as bisexual. They had taken it (relatively) terribly, spewing the same biphobic comments you hear everywhere ("so will you cheat on a woman with a man?"). We've never talked about it after that day, but they seemed to believe I was "confused" and would change my mind (same thing they said when I told them I was an atheist lol, couple years before that). So they're still stuck on this notion. Not exactly ENTIRELY wrong, seeing as I'm a bi/pan-oriented aroace, but still.

I've been out to them as trans and non-binary for over 4 years now, and I'm on HRT, they've made lots of progress and accept me now, but that coming out was also awful, I had to go back into the closet after a few months and developed REALLY bad depression because of it.

Just last month, they were very unpleasantly surprised when I started talking about what my lawyer told me to do in order to access gender-affirming surgeries, even though I had made it clear from the beginning I was planning on going under the knife.

So the shocking news just don't stop coming for them. Last year I got diagnosed as autistic and they also didn't like that at all. If they found out I'm also aroace… What if that's the last straw? What if that's where they actually draw the line? They barely accepted bisexuality. What if they think something's physically wrong with me because I'm ace, and send me to a doc? If they think I'm heartless (no shade to heartless aros!) or mentally ill because I'm aro? What if I get more than one stressful conversation like the bi thing was, and it turns out to affect my life worse than my coming out as trans did? I have no idea what their view of aros and aces would be, since they definitely don't know it's even a thing. Those were all things I wrote in my speech. It's a real fear I have. Countless a-spec people have experienced shit like that.

I just wish aromanticism and asexuality were talked about more. My parents would have no base to start from; I'd have to explain everything. Coming out as aroace is proving to be the hardest coming out I'm gonna have to do with them, and it hurts, it hurts like hell to be in the closet, especially when I do queer activism all-year round irl and they know.

Not to diminish the difficulty of other queer people's coming outs, but at least as bisexual, I "just" liked different genders than what they expected. With my trans identity, they needed to change everything about how they treat me. That's a lot. But at least they won't question my morals, my empathy, my humanity. Everything that makes me who I am. They might think I'm straight up evil. Doesn't help that they definitely won't meet my "second-cousin's neighbour's son who is also aroace". He doesn't exist. There's zero representation for us. I want to be out to them, I really do, but I feel like it's impossible and I'll have to carry this secret with me to the grave.

I'm just scared, and frustrated, and sick of having to hide. Sorry for the long ask. Hope you and your followers have a great day. <2 [non-normative heart emoticon]

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