#i do hope and expect that this isn't going to mess with the importance of jodie whittaker's run

[tarotofhope]

PAC: 【What do your parents think about you & Why ?】

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𖨆 Pile 1

Cards: Death, 3 of Wands, 6 of Swords, 8 of Cups, Strength, Queen of Wands, 4 of Cups, The World, 9 of Wands.

Welcome to your reading, Pile 1. There's a lot of heavy energy in this pile because there are two 8s in the cards. For some of the audience reading this pile, Either, both of your parents/one of your parents could have passed away when you were very young and you had to live with your relatives or in foster homes. For some of you, even if your parents were alive, they could've been so busy that they left you under the care of other people most of your childhood and teen age. For the remaining audience, I'm getting that even if both of your parents were alive and not so busy, they were very over-protective, over-bearing and strict, so you never opened up to them, you kept your thoughts to yourself and they never got to know you very well. All in all, whoever took your custody, didn't do their job well. You got sick and tired of them, and you've always been looking for a listening ear and comfort in the outside world. You've been waiting for someone to truly understand you and love your soul, someone who doesn't tie you up(not in a literal sense, iykyk) just because they're concerned about your safety, someone who respects your right to freedom. You might have left your guardian/parents behind and went out on your own journey to discover yourself, embracing your independence. It took a lot of courage and strength to do this, but you did it anyway. You might have faced a few major ups and downs in your life as a result of which you became mature much faster than your peers. You're much stronger now and you'll continue to be so. Your journey is from hardships to finally becoming The Queen of Wands. You might have good judgement of people and their intentions. Your parents/guardian might say that they were protecting you from harm all this time, that's why they were strict with you, they want your best and so on..but in reality, you know that wasn't required, what they actually did was messed you up. For some of you, they could be keeping you from going far away from them, because now they expect you to take care of them. They're not allowing you to grow and be your own person. Now, see, people from different countries will have different outlook on this. Indeed, old people need care but keeping a young person trapped and not letting them have a life of their own is not right. Raising children with the intention of getting something in return during oldage, is outright selfish.

That's all I got for you, my dear Pile 1.

Love, light, peace and hope to you..🌸🍁🌻🌼

𖨆 Pile 2

Cards: The Hierophant, The King of Pentacles, The Sun, 8 of Wands Rev. clarified by The World, The Fool clarified by Ace of Pentacles, Ace of Cups clarified by 2 of Pentacles, Queen of Swords.

Welcome to your reading, Pile 2. You guys along with pile 1 are my brave and bold people, I must say. Great leadership qualities you've got. Even your parents think so. They just think that you don't realize this, they think that you're not aware of your full potential and you're not quite out there as you should be in order to become a successful person. They think you're also very demanding of them and you don't understand the value of money. They also know that you're religious or traditional in a way but you make your own rules when it comes to you. They know you'd do very well when you'll be in a position to lead a group of people. I can see 2 scenarios here, few of you could themselves be facing a hard time in love, struggling a lot, while others of you could be giving a hard time to people who are in love with you/romantically interested in you, such as rejecting proposals, having commitment issues, intentionally or unintentionally breaking other people's heart. You are more ambitious and goal oriented and interested in focusing on your career rather than love. Your parents can sense this, whether you talk about these issues or not. You seem like a very practical and rational person to your parents and so you're not verbal about how much you love them, you're a person of actions. Your love language could be acts of service or gift giving. They also think that you believe in yourself so much that nobody can bring you down. Yet there is this issue that you somehow do not realize the amount of power you hold, that you have the ability to achieve big things in life. Your parents already see you as the King of Pentacles, The Hierophant, but they think you're not working up to it whether they've ever said this to you or not.

That's all I got for you, my dear Pile 2.

Love, light, peace and hope to you..🌸🍁🌻🌼

𖨆 Pile 3

Cards: 3 of Pentacles, Temperance, 2 of Swords clarified by The Moon, 4 of Wands, 2 of Wands, 3 of Wands, Ace of Swords, High Priestess, Queen of Pentacles.

Welcome to your reading, Pile 3. Your parents think that you're very mature and you can also give good advice to people. They think you're quite sensible and philosophically, you're very open minded but when it comes to being sure of your own life, you get very confused. You might be torn between choosing your career and settling down. You don't know how to balance both. You're confused about what could come upon you if you do both the things. Currently, you could be more focused on your career, you might be wanting to achieve stability in your career first or you have a set target of achieving something specific in regards to your professional life. As far as your love life is concerned, whatever your relationship status might be, you seem heavily confused because you're afraid that your love life might interfere with your professional life. Your parents are very concerned about this because they want you to have more clarity in life and they want you to arrive at a proper conclusion. They might be trying to give you advice on this, but you're still confused and want to be left alone to decide for yourself on such significant matters of your life. Some of you might be into long distance relationships and so you're even more confused while some of you want to travel abroad for work and settle there. A few of you might even be waiting for your visa or if you're already abroad, you might be waiting for your citizenship. I'm also seeing lot of arguments here, between you and your parents. Your parents might be traditional and they might want you to have a traditional approach to life too. They want you to become responsible in life. You might want to travel the world or enjoy your life your way no matter how messed up it may look like to others. You don't want to have regrets later on in life. Your parents think you're not clear-headed though you seem so put together, they think you're so much internally balanced but you're not using your inner guidance in this matter.

That's all I got for you, my dear Pile 3.

Love, light, peace and hope to you..🌸🍁🌻🌼

𖨆 Pile 4

Cards: 9 of Cups, Page of Pentacles, The Hierophant, Queen of Pentacles, 9 of Pentacles clarified by Justice, The Sun, The Tower, King of Cups, 8 of Pentacles and 4 of Cups.

Welcome to your reading, Pile 4. Your parents think you're very lazy. You could belong to an upper middle class family or a financially well off family. They think you've been fortunate enough to have everything you demand available to you within no time. They think they've spoiled you but they still love you so much. Some of you could be an only child. Some of you could've started your own business or joined your family business. They know you're someone who wouldn't like to work under anyone, you would want your own thing. Your parents know that you're very talented but you don't do anything about it or you don't extract the full advantage out of it. They believe you can show the world how talented you are, that you are your own individual person, unique and full of potential despite coming from a wealthy family. They don't want the world to tell you later on that you didn't achieve anything on your own. You could have also inherited a lot of ancestral property or wealth. You want to continue having this kind of life in your future too but you're not working hard enough for it. You might also be very young at heart or very childish. You like to be spoon fed or you want others to do your work for you. Your parents might also have this fear that, if you don't learn your lessons by yourself, life will find out other ways to teach you and then that would put you in a tough situation and you wouldn't like it, you might have to learn the hard way then. That's why they want you to work hard for yourself and your future. You might also have too many friends, too many people who might not even be your well wishers. Your parents(even your guides) want you to choose wisely. You need to focus on yourself and that can be done only when you'll be in solitude. You need to observe more and be more connected with yourself.

That's all I got for you, my dear Pile 4.

Love, light, peace and hope to you..🌸🍁🌻🌼

𖨆 Pile 5

Cards: Justice, 4 of Swords, 4 of Cups, The Hanged Man, 6 of Pentacles, 4 of Pentacles, The Empress, 9 of Cups Rev, The Tower and The Emperor.

Welcome to your reading, Pile 5. Your parents think that you're unbiased and fair. You don't do things to show off or to impress anyone. You'll let people hate you for the things you do, which you think is right in your heart. Even your parents could be a little irked by how you defend yourself and others because they think you're arguing when you're just putting your point across. They think you're the quiet, calm and lonely child of your house. You not only like your solitude but you thrive in it. You function best when you're left alone, they think. They know you're also the one who hates conflicts but would start a fight if you're being wronged. They also think you're emotionally very sensitive and would go out of your way to help others. Your parents also want you to let go of the past and the things that hurt you, because you get yourself stuck in the sorrow and hurt and then you just don't budge, you don't move on. It takes a lot for you to get out of an emotional turmoil. They like how you're happy with your own self but they also want you to get out of your comfort zone and be out there more, make friends, talk more, socialize more. Maybe you have a very few friends or no friends at all. They think you'll succeed in your life if you go out and travel more because they think you also lack confidence and boldness. They think you're also very protective of them, very caring and family oriented. They want you to become strong because you might have faced a lot of difficulties earlier and you still appear very naive and weak to them(for a few of you, your parents or others might even tease you for appearing naive and weak) but I think you have a lot of inner strength, pile 5, which the world doesn't see. They think you're the disciplined and obedient child. They know you'll stick to them in tough times but some of your parents might even be taking advantage of you. They also think that you're not smart and clever enough to understand tricky situations/people, you may or may not be so.

That's all I got for you, my dear Pile 5.

Love, light, peace and hope to you..🌸🍁🌻🌼

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[variousqueerthings]

I'm watching someone go through doctor who (Nu!Who) for the first time having an absolutely (understandable) Time in relation to how Ten leaves the show and that person is making some very good points that really...

Ten really doesn't leave the show feeling (for lack of a better word) all that great, and like David Tennant became so much the face of New!Who, in a way that's persisted since he left, but the character left in the way that he did, as this utterly broken soul [insert here meta about next doctor as trauma response]

and anyway, yeah how did I watch that as a teenager who had so utterly imprinted on this show from day one, obviously shocked by the Eccleston departure (I did not come from a DW watching family, so nobody was there to inform me about regeneration), but comforted by the way he goes (in-show, outside of that, slightly different feelings ofc), and then pulled in by this new doctor who at first appears to spill over in abundance of wonder and joy, but it turns out he's bleeding heart allowing himself pain over and over again until he just wants to die

and then he decides that maybe, actually, he's going to be okay, he'll live, and then he dies!!! on his flipping own!!!

no wonder teen!me struggled to reconcile with the next part of the story seemingly excising what came before, no wonder the idea of a decent proper catharsis leading into ncuti gatwa's run has been making me jump up and down for months. I never felt like there was a proper bridge between the original Nu!Who run and what came next, I hope this'll reconcile both the parts that came before, and what's still to come

[merlinssassybeard]

'Ex' Husband Gojo

Tags- fem reader x Gojo, swearing, angst.

Synopsis: The reader had a miscarriage and her husband wasn't there with her to give her support and now she's mentally shaken. Y/n decides to divorce him and but things take a way different turn...

Gojo and reader are married for 4 yrs and love each other profoundly but a terrible accident happened with reader and caused reader a miscarriage and was going through a very bad time. Reader wanted Gojo there to help mentally and emotionally but he was busy with curses...

"Satoru", you began with a shaky voice.

Your husband Satoru Gojo had all your attention the moment you said his name.

You had called up Satoru to the Tokyo estate, your marital home, for 'an important emergency talk'. These words were enough for Gojo to run from his busy packed schedules to run home to check up on you.

"Hmm?", Satoru hummed indicating you he's all ears. Both seated opposite to each other in the kitchen.

"Satoru, i-", you hesitated but continued, " Satoru, i want divorce...."

At first, he was unresponsive, still processing whether the words he heard were real or some weak residual cursed technique from cursed spirits left on him considering he came right after finishing a mission.

"Divorce?" Satoru came to his senses, "is this... some sort of.. joke my love MRS y/n? Cus' I'm really not liking it!", he tried to laugh it off.

But this wasn't a joke.

Not for you.

You're done.

Done giving him all of everything you have and receiving none.

You had your head slightly bowed down, unable to summon the energy, the strength to look right into his eyes. "This is not a joke, Satoru Gojo.", "i cannot live like this anymore".

Satoru knew it was indeed serious by the tone of it so he's demeanor changed as well.

"Why is it so y/n?", he mumbled in his soft husky voice while extending his hand towards yours to hold. "Is it something i did? You know you can tell me. I told you beforehand marrying me wasn't going to be easy, you remember?"

Yes he is right. He did told you a bazillion times when you nagged him for marriage anytime and everytime you saw him breathing around you. He had told you enough times that being his wife and also in a conservative society isn't going to be a cakewalk. 'Once married, there is no way out of the marital bond since its a holy bond, blessed by the heavens themselves' or as they said, but you didn't care, at that time.

"Reasons don't matter.", you flinched your hands away from his approach and passed the envelope with the papers and got up. "You'll find my signatures in there. Please be civil. Don't want any drama."

Satoru didn't knew what to say since he didn't even expected such a devastating and mind boggling news either. He had just finished his mission overseas and had taken only an hour of rest before being assigned another 'clean up' duty (messed/botched mission by another sorcerer) and in the middle of it he gets your call for an emergency meet up at the house.

He has been working all around the clock and came home to see you, hoping to receive kisses or you expecting souvenirs, which he had plenty just for you. But instead he got this ..... a farewell?

Gojo stayed seated there, watching you leave the kitchen to the room. He stayed seated there for a moment wondering what did he do, where did he go wrong, did he go wrong? Are you alright? Is this a cry for help? Is everything okay with you?

He wanted to check up on you so he got up to head towards the bedroom where you were but stopped dead in his tracks when it hit him, the reason....

"Y/n", you heard the door slide open and Gojo calling your name.

He opened the door and saw you were.... packing? God, you're really not joking.

"Yes?", you gathered the strength to look up at him for the first time in months! Due to his 'business trips' and you swear to god you would have fell down crying as your knees went weak.

"Is it...", he stumbled to say further but he knew he had to confront you with this, "is it because of that thing we talked about? On the phone?"

You knew you will burst out crying in front of him if he talked any further and because of that you couldn't speak either, holding tight onto lips to avoid the tears.

"Uh huh mmmhh mmmhh" you nodded and tried to avoid eye contact.

Oh no! Satoru knew he messed up. But he couldn't just let you... leave!? How could he? He knows and you too, that you are the only person who makes him vulnerable to the point he acts like child, only with you. You are the only one who actually makes him happy and content with his life in this miserable shite world. No words describe your and his relationship. So just how could he just let you leave?

"Y/n. I get it. You want kids." He mumbles, "then we'll have kids! Okay?" He declared.

You looked at him, and when he said that he looked as if he's been held under gun point, reluctant, yet... determined?

No! Yes, you do want children but the role of a father cannot be forced upon a man! That way the child will only be a 'burden' rather than a child born out of love and acceptance.

"No need." You announced and turned your back to him and started putting your clothes in the bag. "My mind can't be changed"

Gojo was left puzzled. He is ready to give you what you had been asking the day you both got married, what his and your parents wanted and the entirety of the Jujutsu Society had a keen eye on.

"I can't let you leave y/n like this", he said not knowing what to do either.

"Okay, I'll put on some fresh clothes.", you replied unbothered.

"No y/n i I told you once you're married you can't!", Satoru tried to come up with some reasoning.

"How the FUCK i cannot?" You yelled right onto his face, throwing the dress in your hand on the floor, annoyed at everything and anything.

"You just CAN'T!", Satoru tried to hold his sanity together.

"I AM FUCKING LEAVING! Divorce or NOT!", You snapped at him and went to pick the dress up and put it in the bag.

"Listen y/n, we can't go with divorce, it'll cause a lot of talk in the family and there's more but we just can't...", he tried to reason with you calmly but you were not in the mood.

"Why do you suddenly want me in your life when from the past fucking 4 years all you have done is being out on your trips?" You sneered and mocked, "Announcing we're going to have kids! Wow! That's not how it works Satoru!"

Satoru now lost it.

"Then what IS IT YOU WANT!? Haven't i given enough? You wanted this marriage! Not me! But i went for it because it was you! Went against my family for you and kept you away from them but what do you care" (your in-laws are toxic and would love to dance over your grave)

"Thats because i refuse to be your whore! You called me up whenever you felt like it. Might as well be your wife rather than just be some whore you sleep with on friday nights."

You recognized what you just babbled out and its disgusting. Your hands involuntarily moved and covered your mouth. You couldn't ever fathom the words you puked.

It is NOT like that! Not at all! You love Satoru, you Have been for a long time! And to have him as your husband is a dream come true! But how could say such lowly things.

Satoru just stood there. It was like one explosion after the other. So that is it? You came to him... for looks? For money? For sex? Goddammit! Satoru wanted to laugh because women of his family warned him not to marry some average human girl, saying further that you'll rob him of his money one day. But he didn't and just stood there watching the horror in your eyes unfold.

Satoru saw you as the only person in his life that made him actually understand the definition of love. Especially someone human, a non sorcerer like you. Thought of you made him content and calm, knowing he has someone waiting for him...... but not anymore.

He rubbed his temple as he'd been without an eye covering this whole time and his head ached a little with all this drama unfolding. He smiled through and looked at you, "that's what you think of me y/n?"

"No-no Satoru! Thats not what meant! Ugh! I don't want the divorce anymore!-"

He interrupted, "ah its okay, totally okay. I'll sign em."

Gojo was awfully calm and collected and you knew that when he's like this he would explode like a volcano if irked.

"No i will not let you!" You screamed and pushed him and ran out of the room in a frenzy to retrieve the divorce papers and tore the sections with your signature into tiny unrecognizable trash.

Satoru walked into the kitchen and just stood there. "You can have this house. I'll have Ijichi send down some papers later."

You eyes widened, "what..... papers?"

"Separation papers", he replied.

His gaze went around the house randomly and said, "since you don't wanna be a-" he stop and looks at you but continues.

"Since you do not wish to be a 'whore', you're free from me. I don't want chaos in both of our families so im suggesting separation. Yeah? Works in favor of both of us"

You were shook. You knew what you were doing when you brought the divorce papers but you didn't expected it to become so real.

"I'm leaving now. I'll send for my things so please don't throw my things just yet! Haha." Satoru was throwing jokes at a moment like this.

Damage has been done.

You ran out as soon as you saw him leave. You kept saying that its not what you meant and there's more to it and what not. But he just wore his blindfold and got into the car.

You saw him shut the door on your face and uttered his last words as your husband to you....

"Congratulations, Ms y/n. This'll be the last time you'll see me and when you think you're ready for divorce, lemme know!"

Part 2

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[redbullgirly]

Hellooo 👋, can you write enemies to lovers with fernando alonso maybe with some angst? 🤭

It's totally alright if you don't want to! Thankssss :))

EL DESTINO [FA14 oneshot]

Fernando Alonso x reader

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Summary: Y/N works for Alpine, and even though Fernando Alonso isn't part of the team anymore, they can't forget their distaste for each other. The driver seems to think she's just an irresponsible party girl and Y/N doesn't like him because he's, well... annoying and mean and doesn't care about anybody but himself. Though could they be both wrong in their prejudices?

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: Not much, maybe they're kind of mean to each other and stupid at the start, but that's the point of enemies to lovers, right? XD

Author's Note: Hello Anon and thank you for the request! I didn't expect it to turn out so long, but hey XD. I hope you and everybody else will like it. Also I tried for a little bit of angst, but I'm not sure if I'm good at it... you can let me know :).

If anyone could read your thoughts at the moment, you’d probably end up locked behind bars and with the key from your cell thrown far away. Whoever's great idea was to allow the group of inexperienced interns to touch the important data and statistics deserved to rot seven feet underground. Chopped into small pieces. And doused in poison that eats their lifeless body until there's nothing left.

Okay, that's maybe a bit too violent, but still not far from the truth.

You rubbed your tired eyes, not caring about smudging the mascara anymore. There was basically no one left in the building, just a few mechanics desperately needing the cars to be in perfect condition tomorrow – or should we say today? And then there was you, who stupidly agreed to fix the disaster caused by too much excitement and not enough cautiousness. You knew the interns didn't do it on purpose, and blaming them wasn't going to help you, but still. It wasn't them who had to sit there long after their working hours ended, staring into a too bright computer screen.

When you finally managed to save all the damaged data, it was almost three in the morning, and before you made it back to the hotel, you weren't sure if it was even worth going to bed. Because of the emergency, you didn't have time to finish your usual duties. And even though it wouldn't be fair to want the analysis from you, that wasn't how the game was played in motorsport.

Legs almost giving out under you, you dragged yourself to the elevator. The poor lady sitting at the receptionist desk looked at you skeptically, but didn't say anything as you stepped in and pressed the button with the number of your floor on it. Generic music started playing, numbing your brain even more.

The metal door was about to close, but then a hand came between it. Before you blinked and processed what's happening, a man slipped into the elevator right next to you, pressing his own number.

You see, everything could have been fine. You could've just survived the thirty seconds of embarrassing silence, then mumble a polite goodbye and go to sleep in peace. But no. Fate apparently had other plans for you.

Because as the man turned to you and the bright light hit his face, you realized it wasn't just some stranger.

Suddenly, the silence shifted from the normal elevator weirdness to tension. You pressed your lips together, silently cursing the higher power that decided to mess with your life just today, when you looked like a zombie. With smudged mascara. Perfect.

For someone, maybe it would be a fulfilled dream to be in an elevator with Fernando Alonso. Two time World Champion, great driver, loved person. And a dickhead that almost ruined your whole career.

“You look like you had a wild night,” he murmured with a thick Spanish accent. You narrowed your brows, trying to control the anger bubbling inside of you. Was he trying to insult you? You wouldn't even be surprised.

“Perhaps I did, thank you very much.” Your voice lacked any signs of friendliness, clearly trying to provoke him. It was quite funny, really, how a minute ago you didn't have energy to think clearly, and now you were ready to argue with this man over anything. Almost like the magic of despising someone.

You noticed his jaw tensing and knew it wouldn't be good. But still, his words hurt: “Maybe if you focused more on doing your job instead of wild nights out, Alpine would do better.”

The sting in your chest was strong, but by some miracle the elevator finally stopped, and the robotic voice announced the twenty-sixth floor. Even life itself took pity on you, it seemed.

Without any other word, you turned away from Alonso and walked into the empty hallway, hearing a quiet scoff and then the door sliding closed again behind you, leaving you all alone in the darkness. How poetic.

Every door you passed looked exactly the same, and you just hoped you remembered your room number correctly.

You didn't even remember taking out the card and entering your temporary home for the weekend. You didn't remember taking your clothes off, removing the remaining makeup with a tissue because you were too tired for your usual skin care routine. You didn't remember responsibly setting up your alarm and then falling into the soft mattress.

All you could remember before the exhaustion took over were his words that cut deeper than he thought, and deeper than you'd like to admit.

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You couldn't believe it.

As you walked out of the debrief, you could basically feel everybody's frustration crawling up your spine, mixing with your own. The team, all the mechanics and engineers, pit crew members and marketing, hundreds of people worked so hard the whole week. And for what?

It was already bad when both cars didn't finish the last Grand Prix in Silverstone. But for it to happen again? That was downright embarrassing. Not only did it bring exactly zero points in the Constructors' Championship, but the drivers were angry, disappointed. You could see that in the team, the motivation level decreased quickly. And honestly, you couldn't blame them.

Last year, Alpine was the fourth-best car on the grid. Best of the rest, as they'd call it. But this season, everything was going terribly. You honestly weren't far from crying.

To lighten up the mood, some of your colleagues decided to enjoy a night out in Budapest before you'd have to fly to Belgium tomorrow, to prepare for yet another racing weekend. At first, you declined the offer, insisting you needed to catch up on some work, do analysis for the car and figure out exactly what happened to it. But then, one of the mechanics you were friendlier with saw your drooping shoulders, and pulled you into the club despite all your weak protests.

Soon enough, you let loose and after an hour, you were a few drinks in. Your head was spinning, a big smile planted on your lips and giggles coming out of your mouth uncontrollably. Not that you had low alcohol tolerance, but the last time you got properly drunk was some time ago. Perhaps you just forgot how it felt. The freedom, the sweet mist of oblivion clouding your mind.

Currently, you were sitting at the bar, sipping on a cocktail. You already enjoyed your time on the dance floor, which tired you more than expected. Thank God you went to the club right from the paddock, so instead of high heels that'd kill your feet, you had comfortable sneakers on.

As you waved at the young barman to give you another round of whatever he mixed for you before, you felt someone's eyes on your back. You didn't bother to turn around, thinking it was just another drunken man checking out half of the women in the club.

Then, someone stood behind you. “The drink's on me, hermosa,” the man said, voice smooth like honey. You froze. You knew that deep, thick Spanish accent too well. What the hell was Alonso doing here?

He clearly mistook your silence for an impressed one, or so you thought when he came to sit down next to you, his hand gently brushing your back. That was the moment you turned your head towards him, eyes wide, and his face dropped. So did yours.

You hoped for a split second you could pretend you were total strangers randomly meeting in a bar for just a little longer when he instantly frowned and his demeanor changed from charming gentleman to pain in the ass.

“Y/L/N,” he uttered it in a way that made you wonder if there was something wrong with your last name. “Guess I shouldn't be surprised to see you here.”

And here it was — the instant wave of anger and hurt he managed to bring up by just a few poking words.

“Says the right person.” You rolled your eyes, the flowing feeling the alcohol gave you before now gone. You felt like you were going to be sick. “I bet if it wasn't me you tried to hit on, you'd bring the poor woman to your hotel room tonight.”

“Careful, or you might sound jealous.”

“Oh, you wish, Alonso,” you laughed humorlessly. 

The bartender chose that moment to bring you the requested cocktail you already forgot about. You gave him the cash, though you had no intention of actually drinking it. As always, Alonso left a sour taste in your mouth.

“I see you're drinking the team problems away,” he pressed harder, knowing damn well it was a sensitive topic. You gritted your teeth, reminding yourself to be the better person.

Then you looked into his dark eyes, and your self-control was gone. For some reason, you couldn't stand the look he was giving you. It was full of something that was too similar to disappointment. You hated people being disappointed in you, even if you hated that very person.

Out of nowhere, the alcohol kicked in, and you remembered why you didn't drink in clubs too often — it made you emotional. So stupidly sensitive that you couldn't stop your eyes from tearing up. You shook your head, opened your mouth, wanting to tell him something. Anything that'd make him just as much hurt as you were.

Instead, you bit your trembling lip and abruptly stood up. You almost knocked over the bar stool, though at the moment, you didn't really care.

Was it cowardly to run away from him and his harsh words? Yes, you knew that. But you did it in the elevator, and so you could do it again.

In a rush, you got through other people enjoying their night out, oblivious to the lump forming in your throat.  You needed to get out, breathe in the fresh air and just forget about everything.

It was probably nearing midnight, and even though it was late July, you still shivered when you stepped outside the club. Just then you remembered you left your jacket back in the paddock. And you also realized the mechanic and his group of friends drove you here, and you had no idea where you were or how to get to your hotel room.

“Great. Just fucking perfect,” you mumbled to yourself, a few tears running down your cheeks. You wiped them away, willing yourself to calm down. Budapest couldn't be too different from other European cities, so you'd just walk to the nearest public transport station and then see what you could do from there. Yes, that was exactly what you're going to do, and it's going to be okay.

Having a plan calmed you down, at least a little. You walked in a direction you hoped would get you to the center and took your phone out. The battery was low, and you cursed yourself for not charging it during the day.

“Where are you going?” You winced and nearly dropped the phone when you heard the loud voice calling after you.

When you turned around, you already knew exactly who was standing before the club entrance.

“That's not any of your business,” you tried to sound tough, but it came out tired and weak. So instead, you lifted your head, trying to save the remaining bits of your dignity.

Alonso tilted his head, brown eyes studying you for a moment before he made a step towards you. “Don't tell me you don't have anyone to take you back to your hotel?” The undertone of his voice was strange, and if you didn't know better, you'd think it was worry seeping out.

“Oh, then I won't tell you,” you fired back, satisfied with your own answer as you turned around and left him standing there.

You made it around the block when a strong hand suddenly grasped your hand, and you screamed, prepared to fight whoever attacked you.

“¡Ay dios mío!” Alonso cursed and held his red cheek, where there was a clear hand print now.

You stared at each other in shock. You wanted to kill him for scaring you to death, but at the same time, you were relieved it was just him and not a creepy kidnapper.

“I'd say I'm sorry… but I'm not,” you managed to mumble. A weak attempt, you knew that. But it still seemed to wake him from his trance and make him scoff at you in annoyance.

However, he didn't let go of your hand.

“Let's go,” Alonso urged you back towards the direction you came from.

“I'm not going anywhere with you.”

“Y/N, if you think I would let a drunk girl wander around a city she doesn't know, alone, at night… then you clearly don't know me at all.”

It took a few seconds for his words to hit you, and all there was left for you to do was to look up at him with surprise written all over your face. That seemed to annoy him for some reason, but with alcohol still very much present in your system, you didn't have the capacity to think about it too much.

“Let's go,” he repeated, though this time you didn't protest when he started walking towards what turned out to be his car. You knew it very well, from the years you used to work together, for the same team. Silently, you wondered how the hell did he get it to Hungary, but you soon forgot about that.

Fernando unlocked the car and opened the passenger door for you. Your mom would probably tell you to be more cautious about getting into the car of a man you didn't like and were sure he didn't like you as well. But hey, it's still better than being lost in a foreign city, right?

So you sat down, and before you could reach for the seatbelt, he took it and strapped you himself, mumbling something about safety hazards with drunk people. You were so surprised by that unexpected action you didn't even have time to feel offended.

You closed your eyes, the comfortable seat making you sleepy. You heard him get in the car as well and join the night traffic. For a moment, silence reigned and for the first time in a long time, it didn't feel horrible and tense.

“Isn't it illegal to drive with alcohol?” you whispered, eyes still closed.

“I didn't drink anything in the club. Too busy with you.”

Just then, you realized you actually asked the question out loud.

“Sorry for ruining your celebration night. Probably didn't want to leave it with me,” you laughed quietly. When he approached you in the club, he thought you were a random pretty woman with whom he could share a drink and take her to his bed for a fun night.

“Whatever.” You could hear him shrug his shoulders. “Sorry for ruining your night. Though you don't have much to celebrate.”

That made you open your eyes and gaze at him. He was looking straight ahead, concentrating on the road ahead. The lights of the other cars occasionally landed on his face, and you wondered if he was always so handsome, or it were the cocktails speaking for you.

“Wow, even in an apology there's a hidden insult,” you snickered, though there was a small grin on your lips now. Yes, definitely the alcohol speaking for you, you told yourself.

This time, Fernando actually looked at you before he averted his sight back to the traffic. “I wasn't insulting you, Y/N. I was insulting the team.”

You raised your eyebrows, but didn't comment on it. It was pointless to argue over this, he had his opinion about Alpine and given the fact both your cars didn't finish two races in a row, you didn't have exactly the best arguments to convince him otherwise. After all, he was part of the team last year. And the year before.

For the rest of your ride, there wasn't much more said between the both of you. You were tired — not just because of the night out and drinking, but from the whole week, from the whole season.

Finally, he parked the car before a building you recognized. You didn't ask him how he knew which hotel your team booked, perhaps he remembered it was the same one as the year before. Honestly, you were just glad he helped you get out of the car and walked you inside.

Then, you found yourself in an elevator alone with Fernando, again. Though unlike a month ago, he gently held your hand for support this time.

You told him your room number and somehow, he got you all the way in front of the door. You thanked all the saints in the world when you dug the keys out of your purse. After three unsuccessful tries at unlocking the room, Fernando's patience apparently ran out. He took the keys out of your hand and silently opened the lock.

“Thanks,” you muttered, and let him lead you inside your own hotel room.

When the light switch turned on and illuminated all the papers lying around, he looked at you, flabbergasted.

“What's all this?”

You shrug your shoulders and look at him like he was stupid. Which he was, at least in your humble opinion. “Work. What else?”

“Yes, yes. But why is it… here?” He motions towards the desk, nightstands, and bed.

“Because I don't have time to do it all in the office.”

“You work overtime?”

Now you were starting to get irritated.

“Yes, I work overtime. Maybe if you weren't so insistent in thinking I'm a dumb party girl ever since I made one stupid mistake in your car's analysis a year ago, you'd see I'm actually trying my best.” You hated how hurt you sounded, pathetic in your own ears.

But honestly, who was he to judge you? You never actually stood up to him before, defended yourself against his mean words. You always sucked it up, let him complain about you to your boss, who almost fired you because of the driver's obvious distaste for you. And when he left the team at the end of last year, you never tried to contact him, talk to him. Fix your non-existent relationship.

Today, though, you had enough. Maybe it was the alcohol giving you courage, maybe it was his shocked face when he realized you actually did your job.

“Y/N, I-”

“Get out,” you said in a tone that didn't allow for any objections. Fernando seemed to understand, but the pained expression didn't leave his face when he slowly walked to the door. Like he didn't really want to leave, like he desperately wanted to tell you something.

You didn't care about him. He never cared about you before as well, did he?

And so, with one last, regretful look in his dark eyes, Fernando Alonso left your hotel room. When tears ran down your cheeks, you weren't sure why you were even crying.

-----

You were avoiding him after that. It wasn't the easiest thing to do, but you managed and after surviving the Belgian Grand Prix in Spa, you were excited about the summer break as never before. Almost a whole month without races, which meant you wouldn't have to meet anyone from the other teams, including Fernando.

Usually, the team worked tirelessly through the summer break — it was a great chance to have a proper look into the car's engine and come up with new ideas and improvements. God knew you needed that. Typically, you were amongst those loyal employees, basically living in the Alpine headquarters.

However, this year you really wanted a break. So you used your vacation days and stayed in your flat, finally sleeping like a normal person for once, eating home-cooked meals instead of team catering and enjoying the summer, though the weather could be better in England.

It was the start of August when you started finding flower deliveries on the threshold of your door. First, you thought it's a mistake, though what woman would refuse a beautiful bouquet of her favorite flowers. When it happened a whole week in a row, you thought about having a secret admirer or, in the worse case scenario, a stalker. Though, you still took the flowers inside every morning, cherishing them.

And then, one day, there was an envelope attached to the bouquet, and you had to curse yourself for being so, so stupid. Of course it's him, Fernando. Begging you to talk to him, to let him explain. One dinner, he said. One dinner, and then he'll let you go on about your life.

When he tried to write a poem in the middle of August, you finally gave in. You found his old phone number saved amongst many other contacts and sent him a simple “okay”.

The next morning, there was a time and address of the restaurant in the envelope.

You didn't let yourself get too excited about any of it. It's Fernando Alonso, the man who almost caused you to get fired from your dream job, the one that was so mean to you after making wrong assumptions about you and your way of life. Yes, he was trying now, but was that enough?

When the taxi dropped you off in front of the fancy restaurant, you took a deep breath. You had a simple dress on, light makeup, and a few accessories.

You walked into the empty restaurant. The waitress smiled at you when you told her the name of the reservation and led you to the only set table. You could see the deep brown eyes looking directly at you from afar.

Suddenly, nervousness settled in your stomach. If you didn't know better, you'd think this was a date — it certainly felt like one.

Without a word, he helped you sit down on a chair across from him and the waitress handed you the menu. It was without prices, but you were certain this place was lavish and expensive. Perhaps Fernando didn't want you to worry about it and let you order anything you wanted. And you tried not to be too impressed by that.

“You look very beautiful, hermosa,” he spoke after a minute of tense silence while you pretended to be interested in the menu. You didn't miss the fact he used the same nickname like that night in the club, when he thought you were someone else.

“Compliments won't make it easier for you.” Maybe you lied, because you liked him calling you beautiful.

“I know, but I couldn't help myself.”

The waitress came back with a bottle of wine that Fernando must've ordered before you arrived. You took a sip and it tasted like heaven. It almost made you forget about everything, almost.

“Please, can we talk?” You never heard his voice sound so… unsure.

“Aren't we talking right now?”

“Y/N.” The way he said your name was so soft, so delicate.

“Fernando.” You saw him flinch, and you realized it was probably the first time you called him by his first name. Suddenly, the whole situation felt more intimate.

He gulped, but there was determination written all over his face. Fernando Alonso wasn't the type of man to give up, you knew that. His amazing racing career was proof of that.

“Listen to me, please. I know that you have the right to never speak to me again after how I treated you. But I want to fix it, Y/N.”

Those brown eyes were going to be the death of you, burying themselves into your soul, your heart.

“I want to fix all of it, Y/N,” he repeated with all seriousness. “If you let me,” Fernando added.

And how could you say no to him? Deep down, you always admired him. Liked him, even. Before that fuck up with his car's analysis, you thought he might like you back. You always wanted his approval, and that was one of the reasons why his words and insults hurt so much.

Sometimes, people deserved second chances. Especially when they were looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

Slowly, you nodded. “I think I might let you, Fernando.” You smiled, liking how his name felt on your tongue. “But it's not going to be easy, I'm telling you that,” you warned him with a raised finger.

“I wouldn't dream of anything less,” he replied with a thick Spanish accent that was stronger when he felt emotions. Fernando returned your smile and clinked his glass with yours.

-----

Brazil was a good race. Both Alpine cars ended up in points and Fernando, your Fernando, got another podium. You clapped along with others during the podium ceremony, eyes just for him. A proud feeling settled in you, and as he accepted his trophy for well deserved third place, he looked down at the gathered crowd. Mostly people from Aston Martin, McLaren, and Red Bull.

And then there was you — in your Alpine t-shirt, clapping for the driver who scandalously left your team last year, without a care in the world. That was when he knew he loved you, and that he'll always will.

You knew you loved him too when, after all the celebrating around the circuit died down or moved to clubs and private parties, instead of going to his hotel room, he knocked on the door of yours. Checking on you.

“Hermosa, I hope you're not working.” He rolled his eyes as he stepped in, seeing you indeed staring into your notebook at some data he probably shouldn't see as a part of a rival team.

“But Nando, I need to finish these-”

He cut you off the best way he could — hugging you from behind, gently turning your head towards him and placing his lips on yours. You instantly melted into the kiss, giving up the fight before it could even start.

“I think you need to properly celebrate your boyfriend winning,” he smirked, biting your lip teasingly. You felt like a teenage girl when the butterflies took off in your stomach.

Fernando slowly walked you to the bed, never parting your lips, as if his life depended on kissing you. You sat on his lap, your hips grinding against his as you moaned into his mouth.

And he couldn't help himself. He wanted to take you out on a magical date and tell you there, but how could he keep it a secret when you were sitting on him, so beautiful that his heart clenched. Smart and pretty girl. His smart and pretty girl.

“Te amo,” he whispered into your sweet lips, and your breath caught.

You pulled back a little, looking at him, silently asking if you heard him correctly.

“Te amo, Y/N,” he repeated. You knew enough Spanish for your eyes to tear up. “I love you very much.”

There was a heartbeat of silence, probably the longest one in your whole life.

“I love you too. So much,” you whispered back. And then, for him: “Te amo, Fernando.”

Now it was his turn to tear up, hold your face in his hands and press your foreheads together.

Perhaps the fate and its plans for you weren't so horrible after all.

THE END

Author's Note: Wow, if you read it all to the end, thank you very much! I'll be glad for likes, comments, reblogs, follows and every other way of support. Let me know how you liked this story and if you'd maybe like another oneshot from this "universe" because I have to admit, this version of Fernando and Y/N kind of grew on me... Have a great day and see you at the next post! :)

[comicaurora]

Hi! I finally got the chance to read Aurora a bit ago. It's a wonderful story--all I was expecting and better! I was particularly amazed and delighted by the artwork and visual mechanics used to tell the story, so I wrote a post to yell about how cool it is and break some of it down. (No criticism, just praise.) I'm mostly a hobbyist, so I'm hoping I've done it justice.

That said: zero pressure to read it or respond to this ask. Normally I wouldn't send it since I tagged, but I know Tumblr's notifs are a mess and things get lost very easily. I've been in both the "one (1) word of praise will feed me for a year" and the "oh gods don't talk about my writing/art because anything that seems Off will break my brain" modes before, and I absolutely don't want to push or make you uncomfortable!

If you are comfortable, however, I wanted to ask about your use of what I'm assuming are Screen and blending modes in sound effect words. (I'm only guessing that's the technique, though, so I could be totally wrong about how it's done! I'm mostly experienced in image manipulation in Photoshop.) Making them semi-transparent over the actions is genius :) What inspired you to do that, and are there specific techniques you use to make it work?

Same questions go for using specific colors to distinguish different characters' words and actions. I really noticed it in the cave sequence with Falst and Dainix, since their colors are so vivid in the dark (ex. Falst's little swats and Dainix's swooping kick at 1.20.9). It lends excellent clarity to busy scenes.

Thanks! Have a lovely day, enjoy your break, and happy holidays <3

You're correct about the technique! "Screen" is the blend mode I use most often for sound effects. I stumbled on it mostly through trial and error - I love how sound effects add depth to a comic panel, but it's very easy for them to obscure the art in a way I find counterproductive, so "Screen" lets me put the sound effect directly over the origin of the sound while still letting it be visible through the word. Early chapters didn't have it as much-

Most of the sound effects in early chapters are just solid colors with reduced opacity if I'm feeling fancy. But I started figuring it out around chapter 8 and 9, because Falst is kind of a sound-effect-heavy guy, especially in his fight scenes.

In order to make sure they don't impede the visibility of the action, I'll often soft-erase the top or bottom half of the SFX to reduce its opacity while still leaving it readable.

I'll usually double that up with an outline on the SFX so it's still readable. This is an especially important consideration if the SFX goes over an area of the background that's very bright or glowing.

Color-coding the speed lines and SFX to the character or force causing them isn't a hard and fast rule, but I like using it (in part because it's a habit from the OSP illustrations, where every character has a single pop of color in their lineart) mostly because it sort of codes every sound to make it clear where it's emanating from, or the general feeling of the sound. Since I normally do character-colors for SFX, something like this stands out more jarringly-

Which it's supposed to, but a big lightning strike doesn't register as anything too worrying because it's just Tess up to her usual shenanigans.

It's also very useful for magic effects, because each form of magic has its own associated palette.

And when I had a very complicated fight scene in a dark environment, I used the texture pattern I'd already made for the monster to color its SFX, so when I Screened them onto the panels they didn't obscure too much while still communicating "this is something else."

Changing the weight, lined-vs-not-lined, and opacity of the SFX words also helps to communicate that not every sound has the same feeling. A strong motion is solid and aggressive, but a crackling, unstable sound is more ephemeral and staticky.

It's definitely been a process of learning as I go - looking back at the earlier chapters I can actually see when I first tried various tricks I now use regularly, like doubling and distorting an SFX to produce the effect of a camera-shaking impact. I haven't really seen any other comics that do it like I do, probably because most other comics follow a more traditional production pipeline where text bubbles and sound effects get locked into the composition early, before the inking stage, because traditional physical comics don't have digital-art layers to play with. Adding sound effects to a page is almost the last thing I do before exporting them, and that only works because digital art and layers allow for a ton of flexibility.

[ladykailitha]

Everything I Ever Wanted Part 1/4

The much anticipated sequel for "Not All That Glitters is Gold" the omegaverse epic that I recently wrapped up. The first chapter is here as I highly recommend you read it first.

Each chapter is based on something Steve wanted from the first story. Being a top omega escort and retiring at the top of his game. Having alpha health be brought to the forefront and actually studied. Being married and bonded. And finally having children of his own.

Just a few notes here: This not to say that surrogacy or adopt is lesser or not as important as biological birth. Because it absolutely isn't. This is about Steve being told he was only good for one thing and to learn his worth was far greater than anyone imagined.

This story is mature. There are sex scenes in here as well as full nudity, but also the first chapter has some awful pretty non-binary and sex worker prejudices that if you feel like you can't handle, don't read.

Each chapter is however long it took me to fill out that part. So some chapters are shorter than others, some times by almost 1000 words.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this as much as you enjoyed the first one!

****

Steve had finished packing up the last of his stuff. Chrissy would be moving in next week and fill the suite with everything that made her unique.

But as sad as Steve was to be leaving, he knew it was time. Twelve years as one of the best escorts Starcourt had ever seen was long enough, he thought.

A warm pair of arms wrapped around his waist and a wet kiss was placed on his bonding gland.

“Hey, honey,” Eddie cooed. “You ready to go?”

Steve wrapped his arms around Eddie’s arms and sighed happily. “Yeah, love, I am.”

“You going to miss this?” he murmured, squeezing Steve tightly.

Steve hummed, thinking about it. “To some extent, but doing this well into my fifties and sixties was never in the cards for me.”

“No?”

He shook his head. “I was always too much of a romantic for that. When I first learned I was infertile it was a relief that I didn’t have to live to my parents’ high expectations for me. I had looked up to Roxie because they were living the life young me always wanted, freedom as an omega.”

“I’m glad you got that freedom, sweetheart,” Eddie said softly. “You really grew into your own. If you want to keep working for another couple of years, you’ve got it. I won’t stop you.”

Steve turned in his grasped and kissed him soundly. “No, Eds. This is what I want. I want a life with you. I want to bond and mate you. I want to carry your pups. As many as you want. Because if I was given the choice as a sixteen year old to have that freedom I always craved and the chance to marry and bare children? I would have taken it in a heartbeat. But when they thought I was infertile, the glamour of being an escort was the only choice for me.”

Eddie nuzzled Steve’s scent gland. “Okay, Stevie.” He nipped under Steve’s jaw. “Fuck, you are so hot when you get all passionate about shit. I could have you right here, right now on this floor if you’d let me.”

Steve slipped out of his embrace with a giggle. “As tempting as that would be, darling, the movers will be here in ten minutes and the cleaners in thirty. And I’m not as fast as I used to be.”

Eddie huffed impatiently.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Eddie and Steve shared a confused glance.

Steve walked to the door and opened it.

He stood there in shock for a moment. There on the side of the door frame was Roxie. Steve’s idol.

“Holy shit,” he breathed. “Come on in. You’ll pardon the mess, I’m moving out today.”

Roxie stepped in.

They were as beautiful in person as they had been on the poster on Steve’s wall as a teenager.

They were tall and thin, with long black hair and piercing blue eyes. No one was sure what race Roxie was because they had an exotic look no matter where they go.

Roxie was also the first non-binary omega escort the world had ever seen.

In short Steve was enamored.

Eddie gave his shoulder a squeeze. “I’m going to meet the movers.”

He kissed Steve’s cheek and slipped out of the door that Roxie had just walked through.

“He’s cute,” Roxie said with a smile.

Steve blushed. “I like him.”

Roxie threw back their head and laughed. “I would hope so considering you’re bonding next month.”

Steve cocked his head and grinned. “Yeah...”

Roxie held up their prizes, two champagne flutes and a bottle of champagne. “I’ve come to celebrate!”

Steve took the glasses and wandered over to the sofa. It hadn’t been moved yet, so they at least had a place to sit.

Roxie produced a bottle opener from the confines of their coat pocket and opened the champagne. Steve held out the two glasses and Roxie poured the bubbling liquid.

“Come, come,” they said. “Sit. Tell me all about the hottie that just left.”

So Steve did.

“I’m happy for you,” Roxie said. “It took me years to find my soulmate.”

Steve blinked. “Are you–no...really?”

“A golden omega? Oh yes. Really,” Roxie said with a laugh. “I just didn’t meet my bondmate until I was much older, and we never wanted children so we bonded and just never share my heats.”

“Doesn’t that get lonely?” Steve asked. “Spending your heats without your bondmate?”

Roxie shook their head. “No. We still share his ruts and we use as much protection as we can. But, no. I’ve gotten used to having my heats alone, adding another person would just be complicating things at this point.”

“I guess that makes sense,” Steve said with a nod. “I guess I’m young enough to miss the connection that he and I share during his ruts when I have my heats.”

Roxie smiled. “I hear you had to jump through a few hoops to bond.”

Steve sighed heavily and took a long drink, nearly draining the glass. “It was a mess. I would be the first official golden omega to retire from active escorting and that was something they wanted to carefully curate. They didn’t want a scandal like what the church had last year when Chrissy broke open the illegal nature of the amount of omegas they took in.”

“That was a nightmare,” Roxie agreed. “I was shocked by it all.”

“I’m just grateful that I’ll have a few months to prepare for the fallout before the shit hits the fan,” Steve said. “After all it won’t come out until Eddie and I get pregnant.”

Roxie hummed their agreement.

“If you’re really lucky,” they said, “maybe a year or more.”

Steve threw back his head and laughed. “That’s what Eddie’s hoping for, but I’m fine with either, honestly. My two biggest dreams growing up were having pups and being an escort, how that would have worked out biologically, I had no idea, I was just dumb kid. But actually getting both feels like a miracle.”

Roxie smiled, their eyes crinkling. “I’m almost sad you’re a golden omega, because I really thought you would be the one to take my place as top earner when I retired next year.”

His jaw dropped and his eyes went wide. “Wait, really?” He couldn’t believe it. Roxie retire? That was unfathomable. Oh and the other thing, too.

Roxie must of read his mind because they laughed. “Yes, I’m retiring. I turn sixty-five next year, and I really can’t see myself doing it for much longer. And as for you, yes, darling. You. You are the best escort this industry has ever seen and you have the receipts to prove it.”

“They do want me to come back and teach the next batch of incoming escorts,” Steve said with a sigh smile. “From the ages of sixteen to eighteen, I’ll be teaching them everything I learned to make them better. And that’s more important than any glamour or glitz being an escort could possibly give me.”

“Then the agency is in better hands than I thought!” Roxie cried, gleefully clapping their hands together.

Steve smiled and shook his head. “You know, it’s funny. The only reason my dad even allowed me to be an escort was because there had never been a Harrington omega who wasn’t a trophy wife. They never worked a day in their lives. So when I offered to become a wet nurse to save up money to become a teacher, he blanched and said that I was going to be an escort. At least I could make money for them that way.”

He poured himself another glass and filled Roxie’s when they put out their own too.

“Well,” Roxie said smiling over their glass, “as long as you don’t start work until after you’ve bonded Eddie, that could still be true about the whole ‘no Harrington ever being a teacher’ thing.”

Steve laughed, his eyes squeezed tight, mouth open wide and just laughing with his whole chest. “Here’s to that!”

They clinked their glasses together. They talked for a little while longer, but soon Roxie had left and the movers and the cleaners filed in.

“These knothead movers,” Eddie said darkly, “were trying to duck out of doing the job because you were celebrating still.”

The older of the alpha moving team glared at him. “How was I to know that Roxie was in there?”

“From believing me when I told you?” Eddie asked, waving his arms out in front of him.

“He is so gorgeous,” one of the omega cleaners twittered.

“They,” Steve said with a frown. “Roxie uses they/them. Unless you're talking about someone else.”

The cleaner rolled her eyes. “He was a him for decades and then decides to come out non-binary? Whatever.”

“Out!” Steve said, barely containing his rage. “I will put in complaints with your bosses and management will get in new teams if they know what’s good for them.”

Eddie grinned. “You’ve got it, babe.”

Everyone filed out, the other omega cleaners hissing and snarling their dismissal at the other girl. The movers got what they wanted so they didn’t care.

As the lead mover was passing by Steve, he muttered, “Slut.”

The alpha was on the ground trapped in an arm bar, Eddie’s knee in the middle of his back.

The alpha cried out in surprise and pain. “What the fuck?!”

“That’s my omega you just insulted,” Eddie snarled, his alpha fangs extending. “And I don’t take kindly to that sort of thing. I will make sure that your company never gets a single celebrity client ever again. Steve will make sure Starcourt never uses you again, nor any other escort agency.” He yanked on the man’s arm causing him to gasp in pain. “Now I’m going to let you up, nice and slow and then you are going to apologize to Steve. Understand?”

The man nodded and Eddie got up. After a moment the alpha mover got to his feet.

“I’m waiting,” Steve huffed. His arms were crossed over his chest and he was leaning on his back leg.

“I’m sorry I called you a slut,” the man groused, rubbing the arm Eddie had yanked.

“Just because my work is different from yours doesn’t mean it’s not work,” Steve hissed. He waved his hand. “Now get out of my sight.”

The man followed his team out and Eddie slammed the door behind them.

“I’ve already contacted Powell,” Steve said. “They’ve already blacklisted both companies and have new crews being sent over.”

“Do we need to be here when they come?” Eddie asked.

Steve shook his head. “I was just cutting it fine getting the last of my stuff being packed away.”

Eddie grinned and pulled Steve in for a kiss. “Then why don’t you and I get out of here and celebrate a little bit on our own?”

“That sounds good,” Steve said, throwing his arms around Eddie’s neck. “Because that little display of yours taking down that mover was super hot.”

Eddie drew Steve in closer so they were flush against each other. “Yeah?”

Steve bit his bottom lip and nodded.

“Did my pretty little omega get wet watching his alpha take down a disgusting pig?” Eddie teased, cupping Steve’s ass with both hands.

“So wet,” Steve breathed. “Almost as wet as our first meeting, rockstar.”

Eddie licked his lips slowly and then nodded.

“Your stuff is already at my place,” he growled. “So I’m going to take you back there and fuck you into the mattress. Sound good, baby?”

Steve kissed him deeply. “Sounds so good.”

****

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[midnight-black2]

dom!reader x farleigh that begs to touch

her— like he’s so needy he literally cries if he can’t and basically he’s a super mega munch !

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅

pairing : farleigh start x reader

synopsis : farleigh has to be able to keep his hands to himself for a night in order to reap pleasurable rewards

disclaimers : smut, sub!farleigh, dom!reader, fem!reader, whiny!farleigh, reward..system...? (is this a warning? idk but i'm putting it anyway), p in v (pretend there's a condom k?), fast-paced

note : y'all i hope this isn't ooc bc i made him like very whiny and needy but...either way, hope you enjoy !

farleigh whined the second you mentioned it--the fact that he wouldn't be able to have his hands on you.

"it's a formal dinner, farleigh. you know how it is," you said, finishing your eyeliner. he sighed dramatically, before appearing behind you in your vanity. "i mean, minor touches are fine, but i don't want everyone to get the wrong thought."

"but Y/N, it's just how i am!" he argued, crossing his arms over his chest.

"no buts, this is non-negotiable farleigh," you replied, in a firmer tone. this was important, you wanted the cattons to think highly of you. after all, it was their house and they had the ability to kick you out whenever. he sighed once again, before leaning down so his face was next to yours.

"please?" he pleaded, kissing your cheek, giving you puppy eyes.

"i'll tell you what, if you can go the whole dinner while keeping your hands to yourself, then i'll reward you," you proposed. he seemed intrigued, as he quirked a brow.

"reward me how?" he queried, looking at you curiously.

and that's how it began, a deal that was too difficult for farleigh to pass up. i mean, why wouldn't he want to be fucked dumb later?

the dinner went relatively well. the family was impressed by you. you were witty, smart, and eloquent. they liked you, and that was the most you could ask for. so, as promised, as soon as you and farleigh reached your room his lips had crashed onto yours. he had waited the entire night, you didn't expect anything less. however, you were still a bit taken aback. once you finally pulled away, the two of you were panting heavily.

"a little eager, are we?" you teased.

"oh shut up," he replied. the threat was meaningless; simply a fruitless attempt to cover up just how needy he really was. he rushed to sit down on the bed, pulling you on top of him. you kissed him with fervor, and he sighed into it, clearly enjoying himself. maybe you had made him too entitled, but he needed it so badly.

your hand traveled down his body, sending a shiver up his spine. you slowly lifted up his shirt, and over his head. your hand continued its odyssey down his body. when your fingers grazed his nipples, he swore he could have came just from that. his hard-on was only growing.

"what do you want, farleigh?" you asked, smiling at him.

"what-what do you mean?" he questioned, breathily.

"well it's your reward, so tell me, what do you want?" you repeated, your hand nearing where he needed you most.

"i want to be inside, please. you know this, please," he begged, body squirming in anticipation. you hummed, and started at the zipper of his pants. you slowly undid it, and pulled down his jeans. he helped you in the action by lifting his hips up. you then removed his boxers, and watched his cock spring up. he seemed painfully hard. pre was oozing out of his slit steadily, he was a mess.

you sat up, straddling his lap, and you could see him glowing with excitement. i mean, it's farleigh, he's always excited for sex. but deprived farleigh was a different story.

you undressed yourself, feeling his eyes boring into you. he wasn't so subtle about literally anything, so it wasn't much of a surprise that he practically stared at your cunt, before you sunk down on him, engulfing him whole. he let out a loud moan, furrowing his brows in content. you felt so good around him, warm and inviting.

"there it is, you did so good for me tonight, farleigh," you cooed, brushing his curls away from his face so you could see his features contorted with pleasure. he whined, throwing his head back as you fucked him slowly, yet slightly rough. you let out a low groan, grinding against him.

"f-fuck Y/N," he whimpered, shutting his eyes closed. it was heavenly, too much yet not enough at the same time. you grinned at him, he looked divine like this. crying out your name as he writhed beneath you.

"i know you've been waiting for it baby. bet you're glad you did so, hm?" you said, with a chuckle. he nodded, letting out another frail moan.

"oh my god, s-shit," he cursed, as your pace increased. you moved up and down, back and forth.

"fucking hell farleigh, you're so big," you muttered. he smirked, but it quickly melted away when you kissed his lips softly. it continued like that, but not for long. he had been holding it for awhile, and he knew he wouldn't last long.

"fuck, Y/N i'm gonna cum."

"cum whenever you want, farleigh. this is your reward," you answered, feeling yourself near your orgasm too. he whined as you dug your nails into his skin slightly, fucking him at an animalistic speed.

"c-cumming!" he choked out, meaning in the process. as he filled you up, your high came as well. he was shaking gently underneath you, muttering a string of curses along with your name.

"there you go, that's it," you said underneath your breath, as you coaxed him through it. you planted a feathery kiss on his lips.

"thank you," he breathed out, eyes still closed. you smiled.

"my pleasure."

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 © 𝐤𝐲𝐚-𝐢𝐬-𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐥

𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐲? 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

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Vox frowns as he reads through one of the forms on his desk.

"Charlie got an interview with 666 News? She didn't tell me that."

He's already helped her with her initial interview, managing to snag her an interview spot with some better hosts than Katie Killjoy.

The whole reason he picked Daily Devil for Charlie's first interview was because they were far more professional than the hosts 666 News had to offer. Though he couldn't control the audience, Vox had hopes that it wouldn't immediately devolve into a fist fight on live TV.

But since Charlie's expected to share the screen with Killjoy…

Vox shakes his head. He can't keep worrying over his daughter. She's old enough that he trusts her judgment.

…

Most of her judgment.

Vox sighs and settles in to start some paperwork. The sooner he gets the thought out of his head, the sooner time will fly by and he can go pick up Charlie from her interview once it's finished.

His phone rings.

Vox glances at it. Normally he'll ignore it and get back later, but his gut tells him he should answer it.

Instinctively, he reaches out to his and Alastor's bond, even though he knows there will be no response. The deer's presence is still there, thankfully, so he knows that Alastor isn't dead. But Vox has no idea what's happening to him or what he's doing. Alastor, I'm worried I'm not doing enough for our daughter. I wish you were here to help. You've always been better at this than me.

Vox picks up the phone and answers the call while scribbling out signatures on some forms. “Hello, Vox speaking.”

“Hello sir, there's been an incident at 666 News.”

Vox freezes. “What?”

“The Princess got into a fight—”

“‘Got into a fight’?!”

He doesn't hear much more of the call after that, because Vox is scrambling out of his chair and sprinting out the door.

Screw the paperwork, Charlie is more important.

———

Charlie sulks and crosses her arms as the staff around her nervously fidget. A good distance away from her, Katie Killjoy stands, refusing to glance in her direction.

Somewhere, a door slams open.

“Charlie! CHARLIE!”

Vox sprints into view, obviously worried for her.

Katie perks up, a smarmy grin spreading over her face as she approaches the CEO. “Sir, it's so good that you're here to deal with—”

Vox shoves her unceremoniously out of the way in favor of skidding to stop in front of Charlie and kneels down to place his hands on her shoulders.

Charlie gives him a sheepish smile. “Hey dad.” She feels bad about the whole thing. Her dad already gave her one interview, so messing up another probably doesn't look good for him.

“Charlie. Hey, look at me kid, it's okay. I'm not mad.” Vox cards a hand through her messy hair. “But Charlie, I have to ask you something important,” he says urgently. “Did you win or lose?”

"Did you win or lose" PRIORITIES IN ORDER

Also I forgot for a second this takes place at the tail end of Alastor's 7 year absence, Vox continuing to reach out and getting no response is so sad. It's okay my guy you're doing amazing

[yuna542]

Connected (OT8 x reader)

Part 14<-

Part 15

Pairing: Seungmin x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Warnings: 18+, Angst, Smut, Under 18 DNI!, Suggestive Themes, Swearing, Pet names, oral (f receiving), face sitting, handcuffs, dom!reader, choking

Word Count: 6.6k

Note: Here you go. A very very soft bdsm. Thought it would fit with Seungmin. Let me know what you think about it. I really hope you like this part. Comments, Likes and Reblogs are always a blessing! I’m always open for suggestions and requests.

On your first day of your new job as the personal manager of Stray Kids, you didn't expect to be standing in front of the man you made out with last night in a club. But it soon becomes clear that the Stray Kids don't just want you as their manager.

Will this passionate arrangement end your career?

The next few days didn't get any easier for Seungmin. While you were busy with meetings, one afternoon you saw him storm out of the studio. He didn't even raise his eyes and his face was petrified and covered with stress and anger, which was unusual for the loving and good-natured singer.

Puzzled, you joined Han and Chan in the studio to tell them when their next appointments were.

"What's wrong with Seungmin?", you asked as soon as you closed the door behind you.

Han was sitting on the couch, looking over Chan's shoulder at the screen where they were working on a song. Jeongin stood at the microphone, going over the verses on the sheet of paper in front of him.

It took a while before he noticed you and waved at you through the thick glass.

Han didn't hesitate to pull you into his arms and buried his face in your neck. His spicy cologne messed immediately with your self control.

"He had singing lessons and was unhappy with his vocals there, and here in the studio he was so tense that his voice then completely failed", he explained, running both hands under your shirt where he placed them firmly against your stomach. He was once again greedy, addicted to every touch he could get from you.

Once you were alone Jisung just couldn't keep his hands off your body.

"He wasn't bad. I think he's just way too hard on himself and the comeback stresses him out so much that he loses his nerves”, Chan said, giving Jeongin a thumbs up to start the next take.

His voice sounded incredible on the track and Chan also grinned enthusiastically when there was nothing left to improve.

"Very good, Innie. We're done", he said and Jeongin smiled in relief. He came out of the recording room and as soon as he was in front of the couch, he leaned down and gave you a sweet kiss on the lips before dropping down next to Jisung and you.

"Seungmin is a perfectionist. If he doesn't meet the hundred and ten percent he's set as his goal, he'll fall into a hole", Jeongin explained and took a water bottle from the floor and took a big sip.

You pulled your legs in and snuggled closer to Jisung's chest while he played with the edge of your bra under your shirt.

"Yes. He's always been like that. He's a control freak and when he loses control he beats himself up for days", Chan agreed.

You had noticed that too. Seungmin was also kind of possessive about things that were important to him and he seemed to think that he always had to be in control. Jeongin put a hand on your knee, which you took thoughtfully and played with the rings on his fingers in your lap.

"Isn't there a way to help him?", you pondered aloud, and Chan turned in his chair to look at you. He took off his headphones and it was obvious he had asked himself that question many times before.

"I think that once he manages to give up control, it would help him. It's probably what he wants all along but can't bring himself to do it."

You nodded slowly and intertwined your fingers with Jeongin's.

Jisung's hair tickled your neck as he brushed his lips hungry over your collarbone, and his fingers on your ribs finally made you relax. Chan turned back to his screen and tapped his thighs.

"Hannie you're up next!"

Directly he groaned loudly and closed his eyes on the crook of your neck.

"Why now, when Y/N is here?"

"You'll still see her all evening when we get home", Chan said with amusement. It was still unusual that you all would actually live together soon, and you kept forgetting it too. Secretly, you wondered if it would ever become normalcy for you to have the boys around all the time. For now, it was still too good to be true.

"Come on move it, Ji!", said Chan, and his tone was so dominant that you almost went to the microphone yourself. However, you could see his smile in the reflection of the screen.

"I'm afraid you'll have to play with Jeongin for a bit now...", Jisung cooed and turned your head until your lips hovered in front of his. He wasted no time in kissing you and as he did, his hands wandered under your shirt, lifting it a bit as he cupped your breasts, squeezing them and making you gasp against his lips.

Greedily he slid his tongue into your mouth and you both smiled into the kiss. You could feel his heartbeat against your back and would have loved to rip off his clothes here and now. When you were together, you could always think you were teenagers in heat who couldn't keep their hands off each other.

Jeongin elbowed Han in the side, making him finally let go of you.

"Come on! Otherwise we'll never get home!", he drove at him, and his cheeks had turned rosy as he had watched you making out without restraint.

Jisung chuckled at the Maknaes look and then got up to disappear into the recording room.

Sighing, you snuggled up to Jeongin and laid your head in his lap. With a gentle smile, he stroked his fingers through your hair, and so you listened to Han as he rapped his parts like it was the easiest thing in the world.

But the thoughts of Seungmin wouldn't let you go. You wanted him to feel better and the words of his members kept playing in your head.

Gradually, an idea began to crystallize as to how you could help him.

As soon as you got back to the dorm, you were enveloped by the smell of fresh Bibimbap. As if automatically, you all drifted to the kitchen where Minho was cooking for you.

"Finally you made it home! Took you long enough", he exclaimed, glancing over his shoulder at you as he handled pots and bowls.

"You cooked for us, my sweet jagi?", asked Han excitedly, picking up a bowl brimming with bibimbap, but not before gratefully placing a hand on Minho's shoulder and pressing a kiss to his cheek. He pulled himself to safety just in time before Minho lashed out and could hit him with the wooden spoon.

"I'm dying of hunger", Chan sighed, and there were already three empty bowls at the kitchen table.

"The others were here before you. But you're lucky. They left some."

Minho handed Chan a bowl next, while you were already sitting at the table, unable to take your eyes off Minho.

His hair shimmered like the shells of hazelnuts in the light and with the kitchen towel over his shoulder, while busy cooking he looked so outrageously hot that heat rose in your cheeks.

Chan handed you his bowl and waited for the next serving, which he passed to Jeongin before taking one of his own. Together you sat down at the table and ate in a comfortable silence.

There was something familiar about it, and you felt strangely at ease.

"This is so good", Jisung mumbled with his mouth full and his cheeks chubby. But he somehow managed to stuff even more into his cheeks.

Chan nodded in agreement and Jeongin shoveled almost all of it into his mouth in one go.

"Yeah. This is delicious!", you agreed, and finally your rumbling stomach gave rest.

Minho leaned back in his chair next to you and put an arm around your shoulders. He looked tired and stretched his back.

"I'm glad you at least like it."

"What do you mean?", directly returned Chan, glaring at him across the table. Jeongin and Jisung also stopped eating for a moment.

"Seungmin came rushing in and disappeared into his room without a word. He looked pretty beat up."

Chan pressed his lips together and Jisung continued to chew a little more concerned as well.

"I guess today hit him harder than I thought...", murmured Jeongin softly.

"Already in a few weeks our album will be released... He has to be in good conditions again by then", Chan said worriedly, already seeming to rack his brain on how to help him.

"Maybe I can try to talk to him...", you spoke up and the others looked at you thoughtfully.

"Yes. Maybe that's really a good idea", Minho said, and the rest nodded in agreement as well.

"You can definitely give it a try. He won't listen to us anyway", Jisung said, continuing to poke at his rice.

So you made your way to Seungmin's room as soon as you finished eating and knocked on it.

"Min it's me. Can I come in?"

Silence. Without further ado, you simply pushed down the door handle and slipped into the darkened room. Quietly Day6 played in the background, which made you smile. You discovered Seungmin lying on his stomach on his bed, his face buried under a pillow and still in the clothes he had worn to the studio.

Silently, you sat down next to him on the edge of the bed and let your eyes wander around the room.

It was plainer than Felix and Hyunjin's, and except for a few albums and records, there was nothing hanging on the walls. He was definitely the cleanest of the guys and while Han and Changbin's room was pure chaos, here everything was neat and tidy.

"Do you want to talk about it?", you asked carefully, watching his hands tighten on the mattress.

It took him a while to get his head out from under the pillow and rest his chin on the back of his hand. Just when you thought you should just leave because he didn't want your presence here, he began to speak:

"I sometimes think that Chan made a mistake when he chose me..."

He put his head to the side and looked at you properly for the first time that day. The sadness in his eyes put a lump in your throat as he continued to speak.

"Maybe he never should have put me in the band."

You furrowed your eyebrows and looked down into your lap in despair. That he had such strong self-doubt would be crushing to anyone who knew him and what a talented artist he was.

"What, are you seriously doubting Chan?", you asked, kneading your hands in your lap.

"No. I'm doubting myself. What if I'm not good enough after all? What if I'm just a burden to Stray Kids because I can't get anything done?"

He ran his hand over his face, and the stress he was putting on himself made his voice tremble.

"Stop it! Minnie you're not just extremely talented. What makes you is your extreme diligence and perfectionism. That's what makes you special. Your place is in this band and you are an damn good artist, through and through", you assured him emphatically. At that, you grabbed his hand and squeezed it lightly.

"It's so crushing. I always want to be better than good, to live up to this life that the fans give us..."

He looked at how your elegant fingers cupped his hand and somehow your words actually managed to get through to him a little. Even though he liked to block out what others told him because his own ambition didn't allow him to accept compliments, it was different when you said it.

It felt honest and wholehearted.

"But you don't do that by destroying yourself with self-doubt."

"It's just me. I'm just like that. I'm too dogged. I'd like to turn it off, but I don't know how..."

Thoughtfully, you watched him straighten up and sit next to you on the edge of the bed. As he did so, he didn't let go of your hand, but held it firmly in his lap with both hands and hung his head.

"What if you just let go of control for once? Let yourself fall...", you said quietly, stroking his leg with your bare leg.

His gaze wandered from your arms over your body, which showed seductively under the light shirt and shorts, that you slipped on after work. The shorts sat tight against your thighs and he admired how beautiful you looked even in casual clothes.

"How?"

The question floated weightlessly between you, while in his head the memory of your hands and mouth around his cock played restlessly. He had thought of it often the past few days when the chaos in his head threatened to overwhelm him.

You moved closer until your thigh was firmly against his and stroked your hand up his leg.

"I can show you how it's done", you breathed against his ear and brushed his jaw with your lips, making his heart skip a beat.

Your eyes met and he looked curious. Curious about you, your body, and everything that was going on in your head.

"Do you trust me?", you asked, looking him in the eye.

Without hesitation he nodded.

"Yes. Completely."

"Then let me take care of you, Minnie."

With those words, you climbed onto his lap and slid your hands under his shirt, pushing it up to spread kisses along his firm stomach. He exhaled a fluttering breath and his hands were immediately on your hips.

You licked a straight line up his stomach to his chest and he pulled his shirt over his head to toss it aside. Curious, you looked at his torso, its muscles working firm and defined under your fingers.

"Let me see your tits, doll", he murmured, running his hands up your sides with hungry eyes. With a tight smile, you pulled your shirt over your head and he unfastened your bra and pulled it off you as well. His hands stroked your belly and he was completely engrossed in the sight of your naked body.

His scent enveloped you like a warm blanket and reminded you of a soothing field full of lavender, freshly washed clothes and roses.

"So pretty...", he murmured to himself.

As if to take in every detail, he gently stroked your ribs, over your breasts, and took them both in his hands, where he circled your nipples with his thumbs.

"How in the hell you are so beautiful?", he whispered, also more to himself, and his hands continued to wander over your shoulder blades, up to your neck.

His gaze lifted as well, and as soon as your eyes met, you held your breath as you saw with how much adoration he looked at you. His hair fell into his eyes and he looked as if you had fallen from heaven directly onto his lap.

With both hands you grabbed his face and let your lips collide. You waited so long for this, that your heart pounded restless in your chest. He tasted like ripened strawberries and sweet rice. Like a dessert you couldn't pass up.

His tongue stroked your lower lip and you sighed into his mouth as he kneaded your breasts firmly once his tongue slipped into your mouth. He was trying to let you take control and even though he didn't think it would work, it felt more than good so far.

You pushed him back onto the bed with both hands on his chest until he was under you, and you licked dominantly into his mouth as you rolled your hips against his. He growled as he felt your cunt through the thin fabric of your shorts against his bulge and grabbed your hip to press it harder against his growing boner.

Breathing heavily, you detached yourself from him for a moment and brushed your hair out of your face.

It was relieving to see that his eyes had regained a bit of the energetic sparkle, and the way he lay beneath you like that, with tousled hair and a cute smile, made your heart pound.

"Do you really think you can do that, little toy? Take the upper hand and be dominant?", he asked challengingly, and you knew it was probably the first time for him not to be the dominant part in bed.

With one hand you pulled his head back by his hair to close the other around his neck and choke him a little to state your point.

"You shouldn't be so naughty and do what I say!", you started and the game was fun now. With wide eyes he stared at you in surprise, but he was even more surprised by the enormous stirring in his pants that you triggered with your determining manner.

You bent down to him again to kiss him. This time harder and with light pressure on his neck until you felt his growing length clearly under you.

A rasping gasp escaped him as you ran the hand that wasn't on his neck between you and palmed his hard cock through his pants.

"Want you so bad", he mumbled into your mouth.

"Want you to fuck me."

You grinned at his needy tone and gave some pressure to his length.

"Yeah I know. Not yet, baby boy. First I want you to eat me out like the good boy you are. Would you do that for me?"

"If you sit on my face..."

Your eyes met again and you paused for a moment.

"Are you sure?", you asked, and he nodded.

"I want you to ride my face. Give you full control."

You nodded curtly and he helped you get rid of your shorts and underpants. Then you climbed up to him and positioned yourself while holding onto the headboard. Your thighs were on each sides of his head and you hovered over his face, a bit apprehensive about placing your entire weight on him.

His hands stroked over your ass, down to your legs and while looking at your body from this position, his fingertips caressed your thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps on their path.

His face between your thighs was a sight that made everything inside you tingle. At first Seungmin lifted his head up to meet your dripping pussy. You didn't dare lean your weight on him for fear of hurting him. But the sight of your soaked pussy right in front of his face made him hungrier. Suddenly, there was a kiss being placed on your clit and a second later, he gripped your hips and sat you onto his face. The sudden contact, made you exhale sharply and his soft lips clouded your thoughts. Once your weight came down to his face, he moaned automatically into your pussy.

Seungmin looked right up at your body. He enjoyed how your breasts and stomach do cause a bit of an interference in his line of sight to your face and he had rarely seen anything as beautiful as your curves.

His tongue slid between your folds and he tasted your wet cunt like it was an expensive dish.

He sucked on your clit and would have loved to drown between your legs. You tasted better than anything he had experienced before and the sight of your quivering body above him made his length pulse painfully in his pants.

He didn't know if he preferred looking at the expression on your face or your body. Everything was inexplicably beautiful and engaging that he didn't dare look away while he worked your aching pussy with his mouth. His fingers dug into your flesh on both sides of your thick thighs, taking away your ability to move away from his face.

The tingling in your lower abdomen brought you the sudden urge to move your hips and when you did, you felt his nose bump into your core, just adding to the pleasure. Your movements on his face blew a fuse in his head. He almost came in his pants like that. Both of his hands immediately dug into your waist and began to rock your cunt against his face. Your one hand flew into his hair and pulled overwhelmingly while you tried to support yourself on the headboard with the other.

While his tongue slid inside you and played with you like you were made of butter, you couldn't suppress the sinful sounds anymore. He hit just the right spots and within seconds your brain was mush.

Your hand in his hair tightened as you wailed out broken cries. When the other kids heard that, they knew you must have helped him with more than just words.

He just couldn't bring himself to look away. Not when your back was arched beautifully and your lips formed a soundless O with every sound you let out. His tongue didn't let up either. His mouth was incessantly suctioned over your cunt, tongue flicking and rolling over your clit. The sight of Seungmin underneath you was honestly one of the sexiest things ever.

"Minnie... I'm gonna... God... I'm not gonna last long”, you somehow stuttered between your pornographic whimpering.

In response he growled something, but you only felt the vibration of his words right at your cunt and immediately your head fell back as you felt you walls beginning to quiver on his tongue.

He was drunk off your taste. He realized that he had discovered a new addiction. He could be smothered by your thighs all day if he could and you would let him. Your mouth dropped open into a silent scream as you grinded your hips down onto his lips, his tongue sliding over your pussy with more pressure.

The knot in your stomach formed in the blink of an eye and your body reacted faster than you could comprehend. You didn't manage to see the orgasm coming or even to anticipate it. Not with how he digged the tips of his fingers into your waist, leaving behind delicious bruises, yanking you down onto his expectant mouth. Your hips automatically rolled against his face from his guided movements and the world around you began to spin, due to the way he licked a broad, heavy swipe from your hole all the way to your clit. So many sensations hit you at once and you felt like you were in another world.

The way he groaned against you, throaty and also seduced by your charms, like you were a delicacy, made the sound vibrate right through your spine and into your head.

Before you could realize it, it was right there.

Your body took on a life of its own and chased the high down, rubbing and shifting yourself against his unrelenting tongue. He only needed one more stripe with his tongue and your orgasm bursted upon you with shattering delight, flaming with hot pleasure in your belly and blooming through you from there.

Your voice pitched even higher and he engraved your whining in his memory, having rarely heard anything more beautiful. Even though your high washed over you, he did not stop. Meanwhile your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you unwittingly grinded your hips further against his face.

His nose bumped perfectly on your clit, each moan of yours encouraging him to keep going. His chin and nose were by now shining from your wetness and he licked even deeper into you.

He felt your legs trembling next to his head, wanting to make the next climax even more violent.

"Ah... Min. S-shit Seungmin, please don't stop...", you moaned out and clawed harder into his hair to keep his head in place.

His name never sounded so good to him until he heard you moan it. He was so close to his own release just by the way your plush thighs squeezed at his head. It already hurt how hard he was, but he wanted to satisfy you and let you take the lead. This is exactly what turned him on in a way he never expected.

Stress was the last thing on his mind at the moment. All he could think about is how badly he wanted to fill up your cunt. It only took a few seconds and your body was seized by a climax that made you see stars. Stifled, you moaned his name like a mantra and he only let go of your pussy once he had licked it all clean, as if he didn't want to waste a drop.

Breathing heavily, you rolled off him and had to stare at the ceiling for a while until your vision cleared. Seungmin wiped his mouth with his shirt and watched with a smile as your breathing slowly calmed down.

"Fuck that was good...", you mumbled as soon as you had found your voice again.

You straightened up a bit and looked at him. He looked like a different person. His eyes shone with energy again and the typical carefree expression was back.

"I needed that...", he replied, running a hand through his thick hair.

Quickly, you put a hand to his chest and pushed him back onto the mattress.

"You didn't think I was done with you already, did you?", you asked teasingly, the corners of your mouth lifting at his confused look. Before he could answer, you put your lips to his and kissed him intensely until he grabbed your hips and pulled you back on top of him.

Quickly you unzipped his pants and he shook off his underpants in relief as well. His cock stood up accusing and red from all the tension. You elicited a gasp from him as you took his length in your hand and pumped a few times. You kissed along his jawline and smiled as you noticed him trying to get any control over you with his hands out of habit.

You ran your thumb over his tip and spread the precum on it. His thighs twitched desperately and he was sure he was going to go crazy if he didn't feel your pussy around his cock soon.

You were playing with him and he knew it.

"I want to fuck your tight little pussy...", he panted impatiently and reached for your ass, kneading your soft flesh between his fingers.

You teased him further by spreading wet kisses on his neck and pumping his cock too slowly to get a release.

"Have you already forgotten that you're not the one in control, Min?", you asked mockingly, biting his earlobe, making him shiver.

By now he was looking at you with begging eyes like a puppy and you would have loved to give in. You would have loved to be used by him again so he could pound into your pussy until you couldn't walk anymore.

But you tried to show him how he could give up control.

Teach him a lesson and maybe a little payback for abusing your mouth without consideration while at work.

"You may fuck me and come inside me. There's only one rule," you began with a sweet smile and he buckled his hips into your hand to finally get some more friction. But you didn't give him that.

"What?", he asked desperately, unable to stop watching your hands move around his throbbing cock.

"You can't touch me.... Do you think you can do that? Give up control completely for once?", you asked with a gleeful undertone and he stared at you in torment and at the same time with a newly kindled fire in his eyes.

He nodded vehemently and that was enough for you.

"Good boy. Don't make me punish you if you don't do as I said."

It was a seductive warning and he nearly bursted as he took his hands off your ass and pressed them down on the mattress beside him. Wide-eyed, he watched you as you placed his cock at your entrance and slowly sank down on it.

He stretched your walls just right and it took you a few seconds to get used to his length. You started moving up and down on his cock. His eyelids fluttered as soon as you began to move on top of him and at the first thrust of your hips, a naughty moan escaped him that he had never heard from himself before. Your hands were on his chest, while you moaned as you rocked your hips.

His eyes rolled back and a stifled gasp escaped him as your warm cunt swallowed him whole.

Immediately, he started snapping his hips into you and with each time your hips rolled against his, your surroundings faded more into the background.

"Fuck... fuck... God, you're crushing me”, he cursed, trying to claw his hands into the sheets to keep from grabbing your bouncing breasts. As much as you would have loved him on top, there was something sexy about having him under you, letting you take control.

It was almost impossible not to touch you as you bounced up and down on his cock and as soon as he felt your fingernails drilled into his chest his hands shot to your hips to press them hard down on his cock.

Quickly you grabbed his wrists and pressed them over his head. Only when his cock slipped completely out of you did he realize his mistake. Desperate for more, he wiggled his hips into you, as if he could restore friction that way.

"What did I say, Min? No touching!"

Your piercing eyes and the sweat on your face made you look like a queen and he could only stare needy.

"I think I need something to make you listen to me."

You looked around the room to find anything that would help you and that's when he breathlessly spoke up.

"Drawer."

Questioningly, you looked down at him and had to grin. He was a pussydrunk mess. His hair was stuck in his forehead and his mouth was open from panting so hard. You pulled open the drawer in his nightstand and pulled out something heavy that lay cold in your hand.

"Actually, I was going to use these on you", he muttered, smiling in amusement as you looked at the handcuffs.

"Not today. But that will help", you said, letting the rings around his wrists snap shut. That way he couldn't move his hands above his head either and was completely at your mercy.

"Is this the payback for me fucking your mouth last week?", he asked, his voice raspy from the bliss his head was floating in.

"Maybe," you replied, lining up his cock again until it had disappeared balls deep inside you.

Directly the handcuffs jingled above his head as his arms jerked and his biceps tensed deliciously while he somehow tried to regain control over the situation. But relatively quickly he realized how his entire body was on fire just because he couldn't direct and control you.

With each thrust, your pussy made wet noises around his dick and he breathed heavily.

He wouldn't last long, that was for sure.

The cool metal of the cuffs dug into his skin, leaving a pleasant ache as you used his cock to satisfy yourself and move on to the next climax. He was moaning your name before he even realized it himself, and the way he broke completely under your influence was really cute.

"You like that, don't you, baby boy? I can make your stress go away anytime you want," you cooed, not slowing down in speed.

He only whimpered through clenched teeth as the sound of skin slapping against each other filled the room. You closed a hand around his neck and squeezed until you felt his dick inside you twitching.

"I've tried many times", he gasped, humping his hips harder into you.

"Reliving your stress?"

"Yes, I..."

His face burned with heat, mouth dry as he tried to swallow, to loosen his tongue. But the hand around his neck swirled a whole new set of feelings inside him, and all he could do was watch his dick enter and exit you.

"I touched myself."

"What did you think about?"

You felt your walls tighten and you were about to come for the third time. Seungmin's hips also twitched uncontrollably.

"Thought about... 'bout you."

His words choked halfway through as your two highs built like a tsunami.

"Tell me what you've been fantasizing, Min," you moaned, letting his dick slam into you as deep as you could. His fingers tightened and clawed painfully into the sheets right above his head, and the world around him faded into glaring white light.

"Fucking you. Tying you up and thrusting into your sweet cunt until you cry and scream my name..."

That was enough to push you over the top. Your third orgasm made every one of your muscles spasm and you moaned his name so loudly that even the block next door could hear it. Your hand unconsciously choked him harder, making him gasp for air.

That was the last straw for Seungmin as well. Your walls tightened around him and milked him dry until he couldn't even form a word anymore. He shot his load into you and you savored your highs to the last second, rolling your hips slowly and emphatically against his a few more times.

It was filthy, the way your juices mixed with his cum were sticking and leaking down his balls with each bounce. You both breathed loudly and as you slowly came down from your dazed state, you collapsed on top of his body.

With your ear to his chest you listened to his heartbeat and how it slowly calmed down again parallel to yours.

After quite a while, he stirred again:

"Do you mind setting me free?"

You had completely forgotten about that. With a giggle, you straightened up and climbed off of him to look in the drawer.

"There's no key, Minnie", you muttered in amazement, looking at him. When realization hit him, he sat up and groaned in annoyance.

"Shit... Fucking Han must have took it."

"Why does Jisung have the key to your handcuffs?", you asked incredulously, helping him clean himself and yourself up with the tissues on his nightstand.

"You're still asking? You know Jisung. He and Hyunjin stole them to annoy me...", he said, trying to get the handcuffs open with sheer strength, but it wasn't possible. You couldn't hold back the laughter anymore, even if Seungmin found it less funny. You had to put a hand in front of your mouth, to muffle your chuckles.

"I'll go get them”, you said, slipping back into your clothes.

"Shit... This is going to be awkward. These idiots”, you heard him grumble as you disappeared through the door. In the living room, you found Han, Hyunjin, and Minho in front of the TV, watching a horror movie.

"Finished already?", asked Minho sarcastically and you just stuck your tongue out at him.

"If Seungmin is still tense now, no one can help him," Jisung said and that confirmed your assumption that they probably had heard some things.

"Shut up! I need the key!"

Questioningly, they all looked at you and Minho stopped the movie.

"What kind of key?"

"For the handcuffs."

It took a few seconds and you could see exactly how Jisung's face lit up when he realized what you meant.

"But you're not wearing handcuffs...", said Hyunjin loudly, and that's when Minho facepalmed a hand to his forehead. With a loud snort, Jisung slapped the couch as he understood the situation and cackled like crazy.

"What, I don't get it?", Hyunjin muttered as Han held his stomach laughing and fell against Minho, who also giggled loudly.

"Seungmin's stuck in his own handcuffs!", shouted Jisung, clapping his hands in disbelief. Now Hyunjin realized it too and joined in the laughter.

You just crossed your arms and waited until they calmed down.

Han wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and managed to sit up a bit, but he still giggled like a child.

“Ji I swear to god! If you don’t tell me…”, you warned, but he cut you off, by holding both his hands up in defence.

"Okay. Okay... The key is in the bathroom behind the towels."

Immediately you turned around and could hear the laughter even in the bathroom.

As soon as you released Seungmin, you wanted to apologise, but he pulled you to him and kissed you so quickly that you let out a startled breath.

His hands stroked through your hair and held your face as he kissed you with so much passion that you lost your balance. But he held you tight and murmured against your lips, with his forehead pressed against yours:

"Thank you. You really helped me a lot."

A warm feeling flooded your chest and you wrapped your arms around his neck to reunite your lips with his.

"Stay with me for tonight! We don’t have to do anything. I just want you to myself as long as possible.”

You looked at him with a broad smile and nodded flustered.

"Yes. Okay."

Your room wasn't ready yet and your new bed still couldn't be delivered, so you originally thought, you would stay at your old apartment tonight. But Seungmin had other plans, when he pulled you with him onto his bed and showered you with kisses. Not a single thought wasted on his doubts and fears.

You snuggled up together under the covers, watched really bad romance movies, and made fun of the characters and the bad acting. In a quiet second he realized how long he hadn't felt so free and careless.

All his bad thoughts that had strangled him vanished the second you looked at him and he didn't even noticed it. He watched you unobtrusively and felt such deep gratitude for your very presence in his life that he was sure he would give you anything he could and even more. You only had to ask and he would turn the world upside down just to see you smile.

Now, for the first time, he completely understood his members when they talked about you making the band complete.

But he would never have said all that out loud. Instead he made fun of you when a single tear flowed down your cheek because of the surprising sad ending of that terrible movie and laughed at your pouty lips, when you tried to push him off the bed as revenge.

->Part 16

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[poopingonthefloor]

Davesport is Toxic NOT abusive

(((WARNING: PRETTY LONG POST UNDER THE CUT.))) I've seen some people making the claims that Davesport is comship/proship (ok well i've more seen people bitching about it) and im tired of the Davesport slander so this will be an analysis of their relationship. My motive isn't to force anyone to ship it or anything- i really dont care what you do with your life, my frustration is just when people try to make up REASONS why they don't like the ship, even though its literally canon (and not badly written). My main point is -- You can hate what you want. You don't need a reason, and it doesn't need to be bad just because you don't like it. But I will not take any slander on their ship nor any slander of people who like davesport. Davesport is absolutely toxic-- No DSAF fan would disagree. They are literally child murderers with little to no souls and literally are physically disfigured to the point they don't have the capacity to feel proper humanity anymore. You cant expect 2 men who live their lives willingly murdering and then partying in vegas to celebrate on repeat to be gentle and kind to themselves or anyone else.

However, its NOT abusive. I've seen multiple people (mostly from twitter screenshots) claim that Davesport is abusive or the way people portray it is in a fetishy or romanticizing way of abuse, when that's just not the case. I don't blame a lot of people, since a lot of it comes from reading context and intent of the artist, which not everyone is good at-- BUT I'm here to assure you that MOST people don't intend to do that much and just like to portray how their dynamic is canonically like or portray Daves obsession with Jack. Another argument I've seen (by a twitter screenshot...) is that people are comshipping Davesport because people draw Jack annoyed a lot at Dave when...thats not true? That's just Jack's personality, first off:

(From the Dave x Reader fanfic by Directdoggo)

"Jack is a bastardman not very touchy-feely. We can see this in many scenes, where Dave more or less says “I love you” and Jack responds with deflecting humour, or outright scorn. When Dave says it for the final time, this time, Jack tries to say it back, but can’t outright, only getting out: “Why is this so hard?” and “I hope you can find peace with what you’ve done.” Which Dave understood the meaning of. (Hey, better than Henry (LEGACY Jack) hearing “I love you” and proceeding to tear Dave limb from limb, huh?"

(Directdoggo describing Jack's personality)

I know it can be a little confusing to some people, but as someone who struggles with similar issues, just because he struggles to express intimately doesn't mean he can't love anything. Sometimes people are just different and communicating like that doesn't come as easily, even to the people you're closest to. To make it as easy as possible to comprehend-- He's quite literally a tsundere. (Minus the exaggerated ridiculousness in anime) He loves Dave, he just cant bring himself to say or act like it. The dismissiveness or rudeness in response to Dave's affection is not abuse, it's just a defensive response since he doesn't know how to say it back. (His way of being "shy") -- Also note its important that Dave UNDERSTANDS this about him by that point.

However Jack isn't the only thing I've seen regarding the claims that their ship is abusive-- and to debunk all of those I'm going to explain the three points that keep Davesport from being abusive, and I'll use Henry x Dave (which is what I'll call it to prevent it getting confused for FNAF willry) as an example alongside it since its super obvious why that one is messed up. Firstly, They are both bad people. By this point, Dave and Jack are murderers. It's just not surprising that they will be willing to kill each other at at least some point, considering they are willing to kill 5 year olds without remorse- and they'll both deserve it. It's only their own faults that they teamed up with the other, and it's meant to be the ultimate irony when Jack becomes even worse than Dave by "An ending". My point is- they're bad people. It's not like they're owed perfect company or would choose wholesome people to hang out with when they're literally both child murderers. Dave wasn't evil and didn't want to kill by the time he teamed up with Henry (and even after it was Henry's fault), so by that point his suffering was absolutely undeserved.

Secondly, They're lacking any specific power dynamic. Unlike Henry and Dave- whom have several levels of "Age, Father figure, and Employer", the most important one is that Henry is Dave's abuser. He manipulated him and purposefully harmed him both mentally and physically, whereas Dave never had any intention of doing either because Dave loved him and didn't want to lose him (because he had nobody else) This obviously much different with Dave and Jack, whom other than being taller and several years older than (which you can argue their 6 year age gap is weird but they didnt get to know each other till they were both older than 30 so by that point age difference doesnt rlly matter and (also theyre "mentally" like 24 and 22 canonically anyways (as much as I usually hate that argument)) Other then that they are only co-workers. This is a bit more arguable during DSAF 1, where Dave comes across more threatening and comes across like he's manipulating Jack, but I don't exactly count that because I wouldn't say theyre "shippable" or in their "situationship*" by that point (but also because them even being a ship was barely considered by the creator at that point obviously)-- whereas Dave is certainly more easily recognized as sincere to Jack in DSAF 2. Jack also is not someone who is afraid to defend himself against Dave, as shown by the fact he's willing to call out Dave's ridiculous behaviors (which is reasonable of him to do).

(Also from the Dave x reader fanfic) (I just think this specific screenshot debunks any sort of "power dynamic" claim)

My Third and Final point: There is a CHOICE involved I haven't really done much Dave defense in this post, but his defense is very simple: He is literally physically unable to comprehend guilt or conscience. Dave didn't want to murder anyone in the first place, but it was Henry who fucked with his (literal) head so much to the point he stopped being able to feel guilt. He doesn't care about murder and doing wrong because he CAN'T care. You can't really let that reflect Dave as a character when he's really not in control of himself in the first place. Now with that, that doesn't change the fact he could certainly affect and hurt people, and it's fully up to Jack as to whether or not he wants to deal with this purple man's freakish life choices and hobbies or not. And that's honestly super dependent on the ending you decide to base Jack on. Most people see the 'canon' endings to be: Gnarly ending (DSAF 1) -> An ending (DSAF 2) -> Good ending (DSAF 3) Where in all of these, Jack DOES choose to deal with Dave and basically is completely cool with murder. You don't have to follow those endings if you don't want to, but that's just typically what the modern "Davesport" is known for, but its what I'm using for my defense (considering this is a defense of both fandom and canon Davesport.) Though as opposed with Henry and Dave- Dave had no choice. Henry only ever manipulated him into thinking he did, and Henry made sure to feed this whole 'we will be a family' ideal into Dave (who never had one) so that Dave would be terrified to lose him. Jack never manipulates Dave (when teamed up with him), and Dave never manipulates Jack (tho arguable in DSAF 1 as well). They stay with each other despite all of their issues, and I believe its due to some co-dependency (imo I think Jack is also obsessed with Dave just in a different way before DSAF 3) Which isn't healthy, but not...inherently abusive.

I believe my main three points kind of cover the most of why I dont consider Davesport to be inherently a bad ship, but like I said- if you don't like it, none of that matters anyways. You dont NEED a reason to like something, and I wont try to convince you why you should ship something because I like it. Just don't hate it just because of what someone else says-- 90% of the dsaf fandom aren't comshippers, and Davesport isn't gross or "toxic /neg" just because it's not healthy. I think "Don't fetishize/romanticize literal abuse like its normal or sexy" and "We should explore more complicated and unhealthy dynamics" can and SHOULD coincide with each other!!!! I think Davesport is great because of how bittersweet it is that these two people finally found solace and acceptance in each other but couldn't get past the self-sabotaging nature of what Henry turned them both into, ultimately making it impossible to work out forever. I think embracing the Davesport makes the (kind of aged) trilogy a lot more enjoyable of an experience and I DO encourage any davesport skeptics to keep an open mind. [Pretend I wrapped this up super nicely I can never do that--- Also this is open for conversation and/or debate, and also yada yada my bad if i said something randomly terrible I have extremely poor social skills lol let me know so I dont do it again yada yada] *Also if anyone doesnt know a situationship is (at least in the context im using it in ive heard other definitions for it but its not a real word so i actually dont care) when 2(or more) people basically treat eachother like lovers but they never communicate this outright and dont technically officially date but like they treat and commit to eachother like a partner would) (So its kind of what all those people who playfully flirt and call each other their spouses as a commited running joke are in)

[scrubbinn]

Slime HRT: ??? Months “Your choice”

“There you are! I was getting worried, your directions were awful for finding this café.”

“We both know I suck at directions, hope you didn't get rained on too much. Sorry for making you visit me over and over. I remember you said you’re not a fan of Hyper city”

“You know I like the rain, and this place makes it easier to visit you anyway. Now lemme just get the seat closer to you…

So how are you hun. Is the recovery going alright? Have you gotten any memories back?”

“A couple, yeah. I remember the name of that other slime I met a while ago. Sandy I think.”

“You think?”

“Memories are hard, please don't push me.”

“Sorry. Well it's good that you're healing, and you're not taking that stuff again right? 

… right hun?!”

“I'm not, I'm not. Tomorrow is the last day I have to wait before I can legally take it again. Right now I'm just wondering if I should wait longer or not.”

“Don't do anything that isn't safe hun. I know this means a lot to you, I can't say I know what you're going through, cause I'm not a therian or otherkin or whatever like you. But please be safe, I don't like worrying about you… What's that on your phone? You're clearly hiding it.”

“It's nothing, I'm just running a poll, I want to see what the internet would do in my circumstance.”

“Hun!…”

“I'm not going to make my decision based on what random people have to say. I'm probably not even going to post it. I mean it's a pretty cool, textbook grey choice. Survive less happy than I could have been, or risk everything to finally feel normal and free… Please don't look at me like that.”

“You sound a lot happier about one of those choices hun, and it makes me scared.”

“...Y'know I've actually been thinking about moving into Hyper city. Roommates are ok with it as long as I give them a few months to search for a new place. We could also visit each other whenever. There's still a lot of problems here, but it still feels like there's less discrimination here than back home. I even have a good idea for what I want to do here! I'm studying to become a psychiatrist and work for Dr. Erian. He could really use someone who has a positive amount of bedside manners. There's a couple other doctors there but-

“I thought the plan was for us to live together?”

“...We will, when things get better back home. At least here it's easier for us to see each other, and I don't have to pretend I can't hear people whispering I'm a freak. At least, not as much. Nothing's changed long term.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes I’m sure, you don’t have to worry, everything is going to be fine. I’m not going to do anything stupid, but I don’t think it would be a bad thing if I started my HRT again after tomorrow. I know I can regain my memories slowly, so there shouldn’t be a problem.”

“There is a problem! You think it’s fine if you forget everything? Look, it's great that some of your memories are back, but that doesn’t mean all of them are gonna come back. You’re being reckless again. Your life isn’t something you can keep tossing around without expecting us to hold you down. Hun, you need to stop hurting yourself.”

“...I’m not hurting myself. I’m just trying to live my life. I don’t want to upset you, but you have to realize this is the most important thing for me right now. If I mess this up, then nothing is going to go well. I understand that you’re scared, but please think about how I feel. I’d be having heart palpitations if that were still possible. This choice needs a clear head to figure out. I don’t think either of us have that.”

“Maybe. You’re going to be fine right? You won’t die from this or anything right?”

“No, I’m not going to die. The doc made sure it’s going to be safe at this point. We just have to hope he’s wrong about the side effects, and before you go saying he’s a trained endocrinologist, you haven’t met him, and I don’t even think he knows all that much. Trust me, you’d realize what I mean if you met him.”

“But he knows more than you do hun.”

“Ok, yeah, but it’s clear this is still all new to him too. He’s never been right about when any of the changes will happen or what the side effects would be. He made me sign an NDA about slipping into a three day coma. He’s clearly more afraid his medical license will be revoked than any actual permanent damage he’ll inflict."

“Aren’t you breaking that NDA right now?”

“I don’t have to listen to that. Besides, as long as the internet doesn’t hear about it, then it’s fine. It's not like you're gonna shout this conversation to the rooftops… don't actually tell anyone else, I'd rather not get in trouble again.”

“So, where are you staying anyway? You said the houses here are pretty expensive right? Do you have enough savings to find a place?”

“There's a non-profit place called T.H.E.M.S, they can find me a place to stay while I try to find a more permanent residence here. They have an on-site doctor too, so you don't have to worry even harder now.”

“Hey, you can't fault me for worrying about my girlfriend! That's good there's going to be a doctor nearby. I'm glad. Stay safe hun.”

“I will, don't worry. Now come on, less talking about depressing medical stuff, more pictures of tiny foods! Right now I want to show you the cute cupcakes this place has!

“Oh they’re shaped like little dragons!”

“It's so cute, right?”

...

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[dixons-sunshine]

The One That He Wants | Negan Smith x Grimes!Fem!Reader

*GIF isn't mine.*

Summary: Negan knew that he shouldn't want you. You both fought on opposite sides of the same war. But god, you were damn near irresistible.

Genre: Suggestive? I don't really know.

Era: Alexandria, Saviour arc + post Saviour arc.

Warnings: Sexual innuendos.

Word count: 1.1k

A/n: In celebration of JDM's birthday today, I decided to write a little something for Negan! I probably won't write for him on a consistent basis and I doubt that I'll open requests for him, but this was fun to write. I hope y'all like this!

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Negan knew that he shouldn't be looking at you. You were Rick Grimes' sister, unofficial royalty to the people of Alexandria. If he wanted to keep Rick loyal and working for him, he shouldn't be making it obvious that he wanted you. Besides, you hated him, and if that punch you landed across his jaw on that first day he had come to Alexandria was anything to go by, you'd probably take great pleasure in bashing his head in with Lucille, his beloved baseball bat.

Negan knew that he shouldn't find it hot when you glare daggers in his direction. When he brought Carl back from the Sanctuary, he had found you seated on the couch, clad in shorts and an oversized T-shirt, cradling Judith in your arms. If looks could kill, he would've been a dead man that day. The nasty looks you had sent his way that day was enough to shake any man down to his core, but he didn't scare easily. He found it absolutely hot, and he couldn't understand why. But you had also managed to have a semi decent conversation with him without biting his head off, and had actually managed a smile at him, and that radiant smile of yours was enough to make butterflies do somersaults in his stomach.

Negan knew that he probably shouldn't have hesitated to kill you when the war broke out. You, Carl and Rick were lined up and all he had to do was bash your head in to show Rick who was in charge and not to mess with him. But one look at your face was enough to make him rethink what he wanted to do, and that gave the people of the other communities the opportunity to strike and take down a ton of his men. As he fled the scene, he felt confused, pathetic and downright disappointed in himself. You weren't someone he should find important or special, so why couldn't he kill you?

Negan knew he shouldn't have enjoyed it when you visited him in his cell. Your demeanor towards him had shifted immensely. No longer did you see him as the monster he had become. No, you actually looked at him like he was another human being, like he was someone worth keeping alive, someone worth saving. You spent a couple of hours each day just talking with him, telling him about what was happening outside, about Judith, just about anything in general. You even talked about your life before the apocalypse, and in return, he shared stories of his own. The two of you had formed an unlikely bond, and it was unnerving yet amazing to him. Over the years, you continued to come down just to talk to him, even when your brother seemingly died. You had become the highlight of his dreary days, and what initially had started out as want turned into something else, something deeper.

Negan knew he shouldn't have kissed you. He had a chance to escape due to Gabriel's negligence, and by god he was going to take that opportunity. Just as he was climbing over the wall, you had stopped him in his tracks. However, instead of shooting him or making a ruckus, you had instead handed him your gun, as well as some ammo and a bag filled with some supplies.

“Stay safe out there, and don't cause a scene. If you do, I'll hunt you down myself and kill you,” you had told him, taking a step back.

Negan had laughed and nodded. “Wouldn't expect any less from you, doll,” he had said, and before he could stop himself, he took a step forward and kissed you. However, instead of pushing him away or slapping him across his face, you had kissed him back. After that exchange, he had left, but his heart stayed with you.

Negan knew it was stupid to return to his cell. He was free, he could go wherever he wanted, but for some unknown reason, he wanted to return. Whether it was the safety the cell provided him or the food he was getting, or the fact that you were there in Alexandria's walls, he didn't know. What he did know, however, was that seeing you again filled a hole in his heart he hadn't known he had. And finally, after six years, he wanted to know why you treated him like you did.

“Why don't you want me dead? Why'd you try to stop Maggie when she wanted to kill me all those years ago?”

“Because Carl saw something in you. He believed you could change. He believed you could be better, and I believe it too. Call me stupid, call me naive, but I really think you're not a bad guy. If you were, you would've killed me back then. I care about you.”

“I've done things. You've experienced first hand what I could do. You should hate me.”

You had smiled at him and slowly opened his cell, before reaching for his hand and pulling him out. He had allowed you to take it and interlaced his fingers with yours, his heart pounding against his ribcage.

“I've never been one to play by the rules. If I was, I wouldn't be down here talking to you. I care about you, Negan. And if you'll let me, and promise to be discreet and come back to your cell right after, I'll show you how much.”

“What about the guard on duty? We could get ca—”

You had silenced him by gently cupping his cheek and pulling him into a kiss. The kiss was so soft, so tender, so undeniably you. He found himself melting into the kiss, but you pulled away to soon for his liking.

“It's my shift tonight. The next guard doesn't come to switch with me until dawn.”

Negan knew he shouldn't have taken you up on that offer. Michonne could've caught you sneaking him out of his cell and into your small home, but he couldn't resist you. For seven long years, he had kept himself at bay, but not anymore. He had you all to himself in that bedroom, and he was going to worship you like the goddess he saw you as.

Because for seven long years, you've been the one that he wants, and now he finally had you.

©dixons-sunshine 2024. I do not give permission for my works to be copied, modified, adapted or translated to any other site or platform without evidence of my given consent.

[echantedtoon]

Caring

Being a single Father isn't an easy feat especially if you were always busy trying not to fall for who essentially was their babysitter. Yoriichi patiently watches as his brother falls for his coworker.

(This is just gonna be a Oneshot so it's not gonna be really long or detailed. Gonna be mostly from Yoriichi's pov and going on the fact I think Yoriichi is a daycare worker in Kimetsu Gauken.)

@thotfulwriter

@lavenderdrxp

The day was beautiful.

With the sunlight sinking into the room through the window. The birds singing outside. Beautiful fresh smelling air. Beautiful visions of nature right outside of you looked. A bright blue sky. Fluffy white clouds. Yellow sun. Flowers of every color. Green plants everywhere. Trees providing shade as the wind rolled by. A little blue pond in the distance full of fish.

Yes.

An absolute picture perfect scene for what could very much be a good day. Nothing in the world to worry about. Nothing to do. Just peaceful quiet and nature-  A shriek loud enough to make him wince from the high volume pierced the peaceful silence and made him give a sigh. Here we go again. He was used to this by now. That's why he wasn't phased when a tiny waddling and wailing mess all but latched onto his leg and he turned to look down at the sobbing girl clinging to himself. She wasn't older than two maybe three years old.

"TOOK TEDDY!!," was all she wailed as she broke down into incoherent sobs and shrieks again. 

A hand pointing at the culprit revealed him to be a boy around the same age as the shrieking girl and pouting at her. In his arms was the for mentioned 'Teddy'. A cute stuffed brown bear with a blue ribbon tied around his neck. Oh no. Not again. By now other workers in their signature pink aprons stopped what they were doing to look over. Little kids of all kinds stopped playing with blocks and coloring on paper to also look at the sight.

With a sigh he turned and half limped with the sobbing girl still still on his leg. "Akira, this is the fourth time this week you took someone's toy. You know taking things that don't belong to you is bad." He calmly held out his hands. "Give me Teddy and apologize."

It went about as well as he expected. Instead of just giving him the bear Akira pouted hard and held the bear up and away from him. "NO! MINE!" He didn't even get any time to pause when the bear was joined from his hands and up into an adult's arms. Akira blinked before looking up and screaming. "NO!! MIIIINE!!" He jumped up against the worker's legs holding up his hands. "IT'S MINE!! IT'S MINE!! GIVE BACK!!" 

"No, Akira. You can't just take other kids stuff. You aren't getting the teddy bear," the worker spoke her face form. "What you ARE getting is a time out for an hour and I'm telling your parents when they get here."

"NNNNNOOOOO!!!" THUD- Both watched as the toddler proceeded to throw himself onto the ground in a tantrum and proceeded to cry. "AÀAAAAHHHH!!"

...She sighed before smiling at him and offering up the teddy bear. "Tough day, Yoriichi?"

"No tougher than yours." The teddy was taken and handed over back to the little girl who had stopped crying by now. She clutched her bear in her arms as Akira proceeded his tantrum fit on the floor. "How are things in the infant nursery? I hope my niece isn't giving you too much trouble. My brother said she can be rather fussy."

"Luna is perfectly fine!," she confirmed with a smile. "She has quite an appetite though." She reached down and in one swoop scooped up the still crying child in her arms. "I'll just drop him off in time out corner and get back to the nursery before anyone wakes up."

"Alright, Y/n. Be sure to take your lunch break."

She smiled at him. "I will. Oh. Um..By the way, will your brother or his nanny be coming to pick up the children?" She shuffled nervously on her feet not thinking he noticed.

Oh but he absolutely DID notice.

"Michikatsu is wrapping up an important meeting with some investors for his boss's new property turnover project, so he'll be here when the day is done."

She smiled brightly and he didn't miss it. "Thanks. I'll make sure Luna's ready by then."

He didn't say anything else as she walked away with a skip in her step despite the crying toddler in her arms. Maybe it was just him being very perceptive but they weren't doing a good job of hiding their totally not so secret relationship from him. Who's relationship?

Y/n's and his brother's of course.

He remembered it like it was yesterday. It started about a year ago now. After almost three years of marriage his brother and his wife had gotten a divorce while she was pregnant with their second child. Now he wasn't one to judge especially since he himself couldn't be in Michikatsu's shoes to know exactly what he went through personally with his with, but he knew the entire marriage was a bad idea from the start. So did their mother. But of course their father and the ex's parents would hear none of it and now three years of regret and disdain between the two of them....

Well his father really shouldn't have been surprised by his oldest son's divorce. But he was even more surprised when he learnt it was Michikatsu's wife who slapped his poor brother with the divorce papers out of nowhere, took half his bank account, and completely abandoned their children with him. His brother really wasn't someone who showed emotion a lot, but he could literally see the frowns when his wife passive aggressively insulted him during family dinners, or how exhausted he looked when he and Uta visited with his son refusing to sleep. His wife just refusing to help with anything. Or when he was yelling angrily over the phone at either lawyers or at the ex herself after he found most of his savings drained. He had been very stressed throughout the entire process. 

However he did look somewhat relieved when it was all over.

It was around this time he started just dropping his son off at the daycare he worked at between the time the nanny worked her shifts and his own work that he met his coworker. He still remembered that very day. It was a Tuesday. Evening just came with the sun a few hours from setting. Michikatsu was running a little late because of a court  meeting discussing the custody arrangement of their toddler son and their infant daughter who hadn't been born just yet-

He looked up from wiping down a table from a particularly messy finger painting session that day when the front door of the building opened and he automatically stopped what he was doing to see who it was. A parent most likely here to pick up their child. However when he stepped into the lobby, he found another man who looked almost exactly like him.

"Aniue! How good it is to see you again!," he greeted with a smile. "Did you have a good drive over?"

Michikatsu frowned from behind those glasses he always wore. He thought he looked rather silly wearing sunglasses with such a high end suit all the time. "Just nice. You know what I'm here for. Where is he?"

As if to answer his own father- "Daddy!" 

Ah. Right on time. That's when the fateful meeting happened. Y/n had appeared, walking in with the black haired three year old toddler on her hip and smiling like a ball of sunshine. Michikatsu had frozen where he stood. His body stiffened. Which he didn't pay any mind to at first only smiling at his coworker.

"Ah. There you are Y/n. Right on time. I don't think you've met Tsukiko's father." He gestures towards his oddly silent twin with a small smile. "Michikatsu, this is Y/n! She just started working here and we've been introducing her to all the parents. She'll be working the infantry wing with Uta soon."

She smiled brightly bouncing the giggling toddler at her hip. "It's a pleasure to meet you. You're son is just adorable! Such a sweetheart."

.... Yoriichi blinked and turned in question as his brother didn't say anything. Just stare at his coworker with a blank stare. "..Is that so?" He eventually slowly said before stiffly holding his arms out to the toddler. Automatically the boy reached with his arms out to be taken into his arms. "He is progressing well then."

Y/n nodded. "Yes. It was nice meeting you but I better go help Ms. Uta finish cleaning up for tomorrow." With that she gave a bow to him and walked away.

His brother followed her form with his head until she disappeared from sight. Interesting. "Isn't she nice? Y/N'S going to be an excellent addition to the team! She's great with the children and they all seem to really love her!"

"....I see. I'll be taking my leave. Expect Tsukiko tomorrow."

That was the start of it all. Sometimes he'd come back to Y/n handling the children's send off. Sometimes he wouldn't. But the same reaction would happen every time. He'd silently start as she bubbly spoke before just taking his son without much words. It was strange but then again his brother usually didn't surround himself but energetic women outside their mother and he was adjusting under a lot of stress. He wouldn't fault him for his reactions to her. 

It wasn't really a month before his second child was born that really opened his eyes to his brother's too feelings.

And it wasn't really too different than any other day Michikatsu or his nanny picked up his son. Y/n hadn't yet been put in full infantry care yet as she was slowly getting used to the place. She smiled and held his little nephews hand before he went running to hug his father's legs as soon as he walked in through the door. 

"Mr. Tsugikuni. How nice to see you again!," she greeted warmly, "Tsukiko told me all about his trip to the zoo. That must've been a fun experience."

Again he didn't say much. Only staring at her. "....Did you dye the ends of your hair?"

She blinked taken aback before smiling again. "Oh this?" She asked reaching up to twirl the ends of a magenta pink strand. "I have a girl here who loves pink but she's always misbehaving. I told her if she was good for a whole month I'd dye my hair her favorite color."

"And..that worked?"

"As silly as it sounds! I can-"

"You look nice."

She blinked taken off guard. "What?"

"Your hair." He was as taken off guard as she was when he reached out to remove his glasses from his face. Revealing his darkened pomegranate eyes to her. "It..It looks nice."

There was silence for a moment as they both stared-

"Daddy thinks you're really pretty!" All at once it was like the life drained from his face as she turned to his little son holding onto his pants leg. "He talks about you a lot to himself at home."

Y/n blinked before smiling at him then at the frozen man. "Is that so?'

Tsukiko nodded. "Uh huh. He thinks your smile is nice and you're pwetty and nice and your purp-fume smells nice and- HEY!!"

Yoriichi never thought he could ever laugh at his brother. Buuuut when you see your brother pick up his son and shove him under one arm like a football before speed walking away-..Well.

"Mr. Tsugikuni! Thank you! I think your eyes look pretty too!"

Michikatsu increased his pace practically shoving his way out the door- Let's just say he had a good chuckle in the break room and for the next few days it was the nanny who picked up hos son. It was finally during that time it had hit him. Oh...Oh. OH!! So THAT'S what was going on! Alright. He understood now. 

Soon after his niece was born. Oh Luna was such a sweet beautiful baby. He adored her! His brother did too. It wasn't too long after a few months that she also started attending the daycare with her brother. He won't lie seeing his brother walking around constantly with a sleeping newborn strapped to his chest and a giggling newborn on his hip at family dinners did add a certain domestic charm to him. A family man he thinks the term is. But knowing his brother he'd just continue to act awkward around his coworker....

Unless-

"What's this?" Michikatsu stared at the piece of paper in his hand. A line of numbers scribbled across it's surface.

"Y/N'S number." His brother snapped to him so fast with narrowed eyes he might've had whiplash. "It's for emergencies." It wasn't for emergencies- He held up a hand. "All the parents were given the staff's numbers." Not a lie but only Michikatsu had Y/N'S specific number. "It's just in case I or Uta aren't there and you need to inform the daycare of anything important. It's just protocol." It really wasn't...But it would be for a greater cause.

His brother still looked at him in suspicion but relaxed somewhat with the reasonable answer and Yoriichi's perfect poker face. "Why do I need her number when I can just call the daycare's listed number?"

"It's just in case of emergencies like I said. Everyone was given the staff's numbers. Y/n is new so I'm just updating all the parents." A lie-

His twin seemed to buy it however and reluctantly accepted the paper from him. Now all he had to do was wait. And he didn't have to wait long. Oh maybe a month or two later when Luna was around five months old. He was surprised when his brother came strolling in with a large baby bag slung over his shoulders when he came waltzing in baby strapped onto his shoulder, toddler on one hip-..

And a bouquet of roses in his free arm??

He was surprised obviously but didn't show it when greeting his brother. "Michi! You look better than the last time I saw you. Why the bag? You know we have everything we need here."

"I need you to watch the children tonight for me." Michikatsu ignored anything his brother said only tilting sideways and shoveling his son into his arms before sliding the bag off his shoulder and lifting it up to drop around Yoriichi's head who blinked. "I have..a very important meeting with my CEO that I cannot reschedule for anything else and my usual nanny is sick."

Yoriichi blinked staring at him for a moment as Michikatsu was already struggling to undo the baby harness from his chest with one hand as Luna gurgled and kicked out randomly. "I can do that. ..May I ask why you have-"

"They're for Mother." He bluntly looked at him. "I'll pick them up at ten tonight. Does that work for you?"

"..Yes."

He didn't want to assume anything about his brother's business. After all it wasn't unheard of for him to get their mother flowers every so often. However if a certain coworker of his happens to arrive to work carry the same-...An IDENTICAL bouquet of roses then he might be able to at least make a guess. He was just mopping the floors by the front door when Y/n came walking in with a big smile and a bouquet of roses the same size and arrangement as the ones his brother had been holding not too  long ago. Her face flushed a pink and her usual bright smile extra happy.

"Yoriichi could you cover my late shift tonight? I'm going out."

He slowly nodded. "Sure. Those are some beautiful flowers." He complimented tilting his head at her. "Where did you get them?"

"Your brother gave them to me." She gushed a hand on her cheek. "Isn't that wonderful? He asked me to go with him to this fancy restaurant I could even dream of affording! He's so sweet."

Cupid. Arrow. And bullseye on Michikatsu's heart.

Neither had really said much since that day, but the longing glances. The smiles. The stern looks Michikatsu would give him if he stared too long. It was very obvious of what was happening. For now he would not take anymore steps to bring them together and he wouldn't say anything about them until his brother was ready to tell everyone. But for now he was just happy his Aniue was happy.

[writings-of-a-hufflepuff]

Character: Indiana Jones

Warnings/Important info: Fem reader, implied English or at least has been to Oxford University. Angsty, miscommunication.

Notes: I watched Indiana Jones the other day and obviously my first crush never leaves because young Harrison Ford as an archaeologist adventurer is just *chefs kisses*

It's bizarre really, potentially concerning, worrying to a degree, that after 5 years you know the back of his head from a glance. Suffice to say you try not to draw attention to yourself when you recognise who stands mere meters away from you talking to two of his students about antiquarianism.

Maybe you should have expected it, after all Henry Jones seemed to have a way of haunting you. Maybe you should have been prepared to see him, despite assuming that the United States was so vast that your move from the University of Oxford to Marshall College as a newly qualified Doctor of History would certainly not guarantee seeing him. Perhaps, it was the Moirai, the fates, trying to test your resolve or simply coincidence.

But, after five years without a single letter, a single telephone call or telegram, you certainly weren't keen to stick around and have a conversation with the man. Besides, you had lectures to teach, students to help, papers to grade (okay, maybe not the last one considering it was in fact the very first day of the academic year).

It is with a sharp back peddle that has you careering into a pair of students behind you with a clipped apology that you make your daring escape and it is a surprised call of your given name that has you freezing, turning about face and responding with a strangled "It's actually Dr. Y/L/N now."

"What? I'm not allowed to call you by your name anymore? Guess you've already recinded the right to call you Honey Bee too." There are students stopping to watch, what feels like the entire student body eager to watch the new History professor and the most loved Archaeology professor at each other's throats. A mystery arising from their familiarity and a curiosity at what history lay between the two. You certainly weren't eager to put on a show.

With a flick of the wrist you smooth down your skirt, turning on your heels and walk away calling out to him, "It was a pleasure to see you again, Dr Jones." It leaves Indiana gaping in the centre of the quad, watching the sway of your hips and the click of your shoes on the pavement as you leave him behind.

You choose to ignore the bubble of anxiety it puts in the pit of your stomach all day. Your lectures help to distract you at least somewhat from the reality that your former...you're not even sure what to call him...something, is present and working at the same university as you and you briefly wonder if it isn't too late to go back to your job at Oxford. You're sure Professor Haylett would let you come back, you might need to grovel a bit but...perhaps that was preferable to the potential mess that was being in close proximity to Henry again.

The last time you'd see each other, he'd been a 27 year old Archaeology professor. Young, dashing, charming, with every student at the University of London eager to please him and hoping the American would give them extra attention. You had been a 23 year old History PhD student, one of the few women allowed to do so, after much hard graft and determination. You had refused to let anything or anyone distract you from your studies, from your goal...and then you'd been told that he could help you with your PhD, that he had some specific knowledge on the Battle of Syracuse that you could use and...you'd found yourself suitably distracted. You would be being bitter and unfair if you didn't admit that in the year you'd known him he'd helped you with your thesis immensely...but he'd also put your reptuation at risk, broken your heart and made promises that he never would fulfil. Your mother was right...romance was certainly a tricky business.

You're so frazzled at the end of the day that you don't even recognise that your office has the lights on, if you had, you would have stopped before entering, instead you bulldozer your way in and stumble at the sight of him sat in a chair waiting paitently as if he wasn't phased one bit by your reappearance in his life.

"So, Honey Bee, you gonna tell me why I get such a frosty reception?"

"Yo-The absolute...I cannot...ugh!" You find yourself unable to stutter out a complete sentence as you slam the door shut, it reverberating on its hinges. "You have some nerve, Henry Jones! As if you don't bloody know!" You storm around him, putting the hard wood desk between the two of you and shuffling papers to keep from looking at him knowing he'd melt your anger in a second just with a smile.

He always had the most ridiculous ability to placate you and you wanted to feel angry today, not soothed like a skittish horse or malcontent cat.

"Sweetheart, if I knew I wouldn't have asked!" It's the silky smoothness giving away to frustration that causes you to look up, your bottom lip shuddering under the weight of the sadness that sits in your chest, old feelings that you thought you'd processed and put to bed coming to the surface.

"You promised..." He's silent, confusion deepening as you take a deep breath and begin to pace back and forth behind your desk, agitation growing with each movement. "You promised to write me, to call or send a telegram and you never did. I...I waited to hear from you and I heard nothing. So I am dreadfully sorry, Henry, if I do not feel particularly like pleasentries or intimiate nicknames in front of an entire cohort of students! I have had to earn my place and I am still fighting for respect and no man, one who doesn't even honor his promises, is going to ruin this for me!"

You are breathing heavily, body warm, shoulders rising and falling with every agitated movement of your lungs as he looks down at his lap. Silence falls between you for so long that you turn to look out the window of your office, at the street lamps with their warm glow, the last few students wandering across campus as evening sets in.

"I did...I wrote you." His voice is low, quiet, the sort of quiet that Henry Jones never was, so quiet in fact that you turn to check he actually spoke.

"I wrote every day for three months...half of it was stupid, five lines about my day or a single sentence to say hello. I wrote for three months, sweetheart."

"Three months?"

"Three."

"But, I never...how...if you wrote for three months then how on earth did I not receive a single one!" You're unsure if you believe him, at the same time you never knew Henry to be a liar and it...it boggles your mind. There's an impending sense of your world teetering on it's axis, emotional whiplash as you feel a soaring sense of hope, yet a feeling of disbelief, fear, all rolled into one.

"I don't know, honey, but I wrote for three months to 21 Hanover Street and you never wrote me back so I assumed...I assumed you'd moved on, found yourself a nice, sensible husband and gotten married!" There's an anger that you'd never noticed til now, a sense that he'd been hurt to, that he'd felt like you'd abandoned him. So far removed from the debonair, rakish persona he so often displayed.

"21 Hanover Street? You wrote to 21 Hanover Street?"

"Yes, goddamn it!"

"Henry...I lived at 12 Hanover Street."

"What?"

"I lived at number 12, one two, not two one. 12!" It is so absolutely absurd that you can't help but start laugh rather hysterically. That you felt abanonded all these years, angry, resentful, heartbroken and he'd simply gotten the wrong house number, a stupid, ridiculous mistake that had broken your heart into pieces, only to reforge it again.

"You're telling me that for three months I was writing to the wrong address...?" Henry is out of his chair, rounding the table and closing the distance between you so fast that it makes your head spin...or perhaps that is the effect of the emotional journey you're currently experiencing.

"I'm afraid so..."

"Goddamn it...well, shit, honey..." There's a pregnant pause as your eyes scan his profile, the frustrated set of his brow, the clench of his jaw, the familiar bend of his nose. He's not changed, not really. He's older, more lines around his eyes than last you remember, and a few more grey hairs, but then you're older too. Your first grey hairs finally settling in, the soft baby fat of your face having melted away somewhat over the years. But, he's still Henry and you're still the busy Honey Bee he used to chase around the library to the chagrin of the librarian. Things haven't really changed, you realise. With the removal of the one point of hurt between you, you can acknowledge that you still love him without the weight of anger or heartbreak pushing it down.

"Henry?"

"Yeah, sweetheart?"

"Kiss me." It makes you laugh against his mouth how quickly he follows your request, the scrape of his stubble against your skin an old, familiar sensation that you'd all but forgot. It was like coming home, so familiar that it sent a sharp stabbing sense of yearning into your chest even as his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you to him.

The woodsy smell of his cologne surrounds you, the familiar tweed of his suit jacket scratches your arms, the soft strands of his hair through your fingers, the press of his nose against your cheek. It's like there hasn't been five years since you last kissed, like you hadn't been so angry with him up until five minutes ago that it hurt.

God, and to think, you'd nearly gone your entire life thinking he'd never cared. All because he'd mixed up two simple numbers.

[burninblood]

guys, I sense a lot of tension about this whole buckynat situation XD ... there is even some hate going on on "X" saying they should have stayed broken and stuff... and, listen, I understand, this kind of reunion wasn't what we was hoping for after all these years (10 years?!?!) and of course we had better scenarios in our mind and we were hoping for more good character work (or any characters work at all!), and we want to hear Nat's version (eheh) and these writers are, let's say, uhm, not so good...

BUT

these are american superhero comics for you in 2024. No greatly written for most part, action focused all the time, little or not at all character development, aiming to reach big sales or them get cancelled, flowing with the MCU synergy and stuff. And I tell you as someone who has read comics her whole life (and I had a loooong life, ok XDDD): bad moments in comics come and go, and poor characters run through a lot of shitty writing, and this happens all the time.

Are Lanzing and Kelly good writers? No. HELL NO.

Do I think Cold War was the worst thing written in the media in the maybe last 5 years? YES with a cherry on top! 100% YES.

Is Thunderbolts a good mini series? ... Well, not really. Better than SOL and CW, but still, we're not quite there yet. It was basically random, with a stretched plot that I can't even recall, and really not a team book since it doesn't focused on any of its characters for real. 'Cause you know, I said it before: no character work, just action action and more action.

Is Bucky written by L&K good? No. He isn't. But to be honest he wasn't good in a lot of other comics too, sadly. He has been worse, he has been better. He will improve at some point, that's the cycle.

All this said, am I happy they brought buckynat back? YES. I AM SUPER HAPPY 'cause it opens for possibility!!!

If they gain some more audience as a couple there are more opportunities for them to get more exposure, to be feautured into other comics (in the current cap run written by Straczynski for example?) more and better content, not only together but on their own too! I think them both didn't have a good comic since... 2018??? Nat even earlier probalby, but it's important they somehow stay relevant in the stories 'cause this is how this whole circus works (sad): the characters who sell better get more stories, more comics, better comics from better writers (... hopefully!)! It's bad, but that's the comic market guys.

Idk, it just feels so sad to me that we have waited for so long for buckynat reunion and when it happened finally it left us with just a bittersweet aftertaste... I think this is inevitable 'cause we had so many hopes and we pushed it bigger than life into our heads, and this is reality XD...But realistically speaking, I was never expecting their reunion to be that different from what we got in the end.

It's good to be disappointed, it's right, but let's turn this into a good occasion then, let's try to stay positive and maybe try to exorcise the bad in it by taking a creative angle on the matter: let's write meta about Natasha's pov, let's write fics, let's do edits, fanarts, let's discuss it. But wishing it never happened and dragging them badly...

I know we all feel like they deserved better, and I agree, but let's consider this just THE BEGINNING. It's a starting point and we should keep our fingers crossed for something good to come!

Let's not give up!!!

I'm sorry if this is so long and a whole lot of useless blablabla bhubhubhu, but some of the stuff I'm reading around is starting to be really depressing and a bit too negative considergin the whole situation, and it's a shame 'cause I feel like we should be at least a tiny bit happier here around <3 :D

Let me know what you think of all this mess (or not, lmao) if you want! <3

[starglitterz]

serendipity. (vii)

─── chapter 7 ! ~ my bff thinks she’s sherlock holmes (…what?)

summary; when you, a waitress at the local coffee shop, are paired up with the new recruit scaramouche, you’re pretty sure both of you are going to get fired within a week. he’s just quit being a social media influencer and after being forced to work here to make ends meet, he’s ready to let everyone there know how much he hates it. the worst part? you can’t shake the feeling that you know him from somewhere. but as he slowly warms up to you, scaramouche realises that having a fresh start isn’t that bad after all, and perhaps the two of you meeting like this was pure serendipity.

a/n; hiii it's me again ! i'm so back >:) hope you missed serendipity bc i definitely did hehehe,,, also for further context on some details mentioned in this chapter, you should totally read cynosure 👀 (shameless self-promo LOL) anyways i hope u enjoy this chapter !!

warning(s); a lot of swearing, scuffed pics 😔

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private messages #1 !

phone call !

incoming call from kokomi at 1.30 p.m.

kokomi: hi, y/n! it's your lunch break now, right?

y/n: yep! i'm surprised you remember.

kokomi: hey! i just visited you the other day, my memory isn't that bad!!

y/n: yeah, yeah, whatever you say. anyways, what did you want to tell me? it sounded important.

kokomi: well… you know how we met childe and signora the other day, right?

y/n: yeah, i could barely believe they knew scara. i mean, this is the same guy who complains about the stray cats making a mess outside the cafe but still leaves leftovers for them. i wouldn't have expected him to have such famous friends.

kokomi: me too. and i actually wanted to talk to you about that.

y/n: why, what is it?

kokomi: i was curious about how scaramouche knew them, so i asked gorou to do a little digging.

y/n: what? kokomi, why would you do that?

kokomi: this guy shows up out of nowhere and ayaka hires him, and it turns out he has friends in such high places? it's suspicious!

y/n: what the fuck, kokomi? what's gotten into you? this is my colleague we're talking about. he's literally just some random guy ayaka hired, why do his friends matter? it's not like they're bad people!

kokomi: they might not be, but he is.

y/n: and what's that supposed to mean?

kokomi: check the link i just sent you.

y/n: fuck off, kokomi. i'm not dealing with this today. what's wrong with you?

kokomi: y/n, please just click it. i really think you need to see this.

you click on the link kokomi sent you - it's a youtube video titled 'the rise & fall of scaramouche'. you watch it in silence with kokomi still on the phone.

kokomi: you see? he was a drama youtuber and he got clout off of ruining other people's lives - he even got fired from genshin impact! when genshin threatened a lawsuit, he agreed to settle privately by deleting all his accounts. genshin must have paid to scrub all the traces of him they could from the internet too. i knew there was something fishy about him!

y/n: honestly, fuck you, kokomi.

kokomi: what?! why me?!

y/n: because who cares what his past was like? yeah, maybe he used to be a shitty person, and yeah he's still a pain in my ass, but he's changing. scara hasn't done anything bad since he started working here, i don't know why you're so against him.

kokomi: i just don't want you to get hurt, y/n. we all know you're still looking for that mystery guy from when you were younger, and this is the first time you've liked someone without mentioning that. i'm worried he's taking advantage of you.

y/n: get a grip, kokomi. i'm a grown adult, and you're not my mother. i can make my own choices and deal with the consequences.

kokomi: well forgive me for being worried about my FRIEND.

y/n: just… leave me alone. goodbye, kokomi.

call cut from y/n's end at 2.17 p.m.

private messages #2 !

twitter !

i'm curious, what do u guys think abt what kokomi did? are you on her side or y/n's side? i've personally experienced a lot of friends getting defensive whenever you point out anything wrong with their rs/bf so i guess this is partially inspired by that LOL

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