#i've been wanting to fix things for a while but getting stuck in bed all i can look at is the scuffs and chips in my bedroom wall paint

[demonpiratehuntress]

recently read your baby!name x op characters and i was thinking what abt name x baby!op characters-

they somehow turned into babies for 24 hrs (like in your fic)

just randomly thought of this while scrolling thru baby op characters on pinterest lmao

anyways have a great day/ night~~

love this idea!! I just wanted to do baby (name) first since i've seen a few baby OP characters but im more than happy to do it!

i finally got my laptop back, but im actually so upset it took so long to be fixed, and that i couldn't get all your requests out sooner! im so sorry this took ages, and to everyone else who requested before i closed requests - yours will be out soon enough! once again, so so sorry everyone :(

taglist - @kabloswrld

baby OP Men! (Straw Hats, Law, Ace, Kaku)

featuring - Zoro x F!Reader, Ace x F!Reader, Law x F!Reader, Usopp x F!Reader, Luffy x F!Reader, Kaku x F!Reader, Sanji x F!Reader

summary - the OP men get turned into babies for 24 hours and naturally, you're the babysitter.

warnings - none except that i haven't watched far enough to know what Law and Ace were like as kids so them and Kaku will just be wild guesses. and there is no longer yellow font so i will just be making Law's colour blue.

ZORO

Waking up to the sounds of things breaking and crashing against other things wasn't uncommon on the Sunny. It has been something you'd all become accustomed to on the Merry, which just carried over to the Sunny. More often than not, the source was Zoro and Sanji, so you just rolled over and went back to bed.

Until the cry of an infant woke you right back up.

You looked down at yourself, sighing in relief when you realised it wasn't you this time. However, if not you then who?

You got your answer when you walked into the kitchen and spotted a green-haired baby fussing and throwing pots at a scowling blonde cook.

"Devil child!" Sanji yelled, earning him another pot to the face.

You laughed at the sight, and both of them turned to look at you. Sanji breathed a sigh of relief, while baby Zoro crawled across the countertop to get to you.

"What happened to him?" You asked the cook as you lifted the moody infant up into your arms, where he relaxed and cooed happily.

"That idiot got too cocky and tried to take on a devil fruit user without knowing what the devil fruit actually was," Sanji explained, throwing another hateful glare at the baby swordsman in your arms. "Now he's stuck like this for a whole day."

You volunteered to care for him, something that no one else seemed willing or able to do. You supposed it was fitting, since Zoro threw a tantrum every time he was with someone who wasn't you. It was funny really, how he would scream and throw things when you set him down or handed him to someone else and then immediately fall silent when you picked him up again. Zoro was not a clingy adult, but he was certainly a very clingy baby.

But you didn't mind.

He was calmest when you sat and watched the ocean with him perched on your lap, bouncing a little on your thighs as he tried to see over the railing. You laughed and lifted him up, setting the green-haired infant on your shoulders.

"That better, baby?"

He cooed and clapped his tiny hands, indicating he was much more satisfied now. Then his fingers found your hair, and be busied himself pulling and playing with it as you chuckled and let him be. His attention span was short, but even shorter now that he was barely a year old.

"Not too hard now," you reminded him, laughing when he just pulled harder. "Even as a baby you're a bully." That only earned you a whine and a harder tug on your strands, but you only laughed more because it didn't really hurt.

He ended up falling asleep on your chest that night, small hand fisting your shirt. You were humming and singing softly to get him to sleep, so it was a bit of a relief when you saw his eyes closed.

In the morning, he hovered over you with a teasing smirk on his face.

"So I'm a bully huh?"

ACE

After your encounter with the de-aging devil fruit user, you would think Ace would have been more inclined to avoiding him. But no, your boyfriend was super confident that he could take this guy on and not get hit with the de-aging beam, which is why you were now back on the Moby Dick with a very pouty infant Ace on your lap. He only wore a diaper, and had thrown a tantrum when you tried to put something else on. The crew was laughing and teasing him, which only made him poutier.

And also shoot little balls of fire at their shoes. He looked at you innocently, but you knew he did it on purpose.

Ace is just as naughty as you would think he'd be as a baby. If you lose sight of him for one second, he's gone and you're running around panicking and trying to find this troublemaker, which is much harder now that he's so small. You end up finding him under a table or crawling towards any set of stairs on the ship. And he'll giggle and smile innocently, instantly earning your forgiveness.

"You're a handful, you know that?" You huff as you pick him up right before he tumbles down some steps. "Stop trying to hurt yourself!"

Ace just cooed and reached for your face, patting your cheek affectionately before nuzzling his face against it. He becomes so clingy when you try to do work while babysitting him, always pulling your hair or squeezing your nose hard when you paid more attention to a chore than him.

"Ace! I'm trying to work, I'll play with you just now."

Ace babbles nonsense and starts to cry, making you sigh as you turn your attention back to him. Then he immediately stops crying and is happily giving you sloppy kisses all over your face, his mood changing in that split second.

You don't get any work done.

Ace also has a tendency to disappear when you set him down for one second, only to reappear by a screaming crewmate who's trying to put out a fire on their pants. The little 2nd division commander would howl with laughter and fall onto his back, before pouting when he realises he can't get up and then cries for you. Little Ace is a menace.

"You need to go sleep!" You sighed in exasperation as you rocked Ace back and forth gently, later that evening in your room. "Please?"

Ace just giggled and sucked in his tiny fingers, a very blatant 'no'. You sighed and sat on the bed, setting him on your lap. Trying to bounce him didn't work because he just got excited and more energetic. Then you finally remembered the one time he never fails to sleep, and you were almost mad at him for making you so tired and worn out that you'd forgotten.

You got him the softest food you can find in the kitchen, and watch in amusement as he falls face-first onto the bed next to the bowl. You quickly turn him over, laughing softly as you tucked him in.

LAW

Law doesn't make mistakes often, but when he does they have extreme consequences. Like now, when you'd warned him about something but he overlooked it, claiming it wasn't important. Which ended up with him sitting on your lap, looking at you with big, innocent eyes - an infant.

You weren't sure what to do with this tiny version of your pale boyfriend. So for a while you just sat there and kind of...stared at each other. He was looking into your soul - you were sure of it, because no baby has a look that intense.

"So..." You started, "What do you want to do?"

Blank stare. That's all you got. Law was not so different as a baby, he was extremely quiet and reserved, he didn't move much and he just stared. It was almost like talking to a baby doll.

"Right, um...are you hungry?" You tried again.

He blinked. Then he crawled off your lap, attempting to jump off the bed but being caught by you since he would very obviously hurt himself. He tried to glare, but he was so small and cute it became a very adorable pout.

"You're tiny remember!" You groaned. "I know you don't like asking for help but come on, you're going to hurt yourself."

He rolled his eyes.

"HEY!"

Then he giggled, something you didn't expect. Your jaw dropped, eyes going wide as he flat out giggled at your response to his little display of attitude. He was so cute giggling that you didn't want him to stop, but once he realised you were grinning at him he immediately went quiet and pouted again.

"You're impossible."

Another giggle, and you side-eyed him. He only giggled more before pointing to the bookshelf in his room. You sighed and took him over to it, letting him reach for whatever book he seemingly wanted you to read to him. Of course, it was a medical book.

You laid him against your chest as you leaned back against the headboard, opening the book and going to its contents section to decide which section to read to him. But he grew impatient, and reached out to grab a tiny fistful of pages and turn them over.

"Alright then."

As you began to read, Law listened intently and focused on the picutres, his eyes wide with interest. You smiled softly at the sight, marvelling at how cute he was when he was curious at this size. But he was still a baby, so after a few minutes of reading his eyes started to droop and he turned his body a little so he could grasp your shirt in his small fist. And then he was out, and you smiled and kisses the top of his head as you set the book aside and cuddled him.

Baby Law was so sweet and cute, even if his attitude was just like adult Law's.

KAKU

"And what have we learned?"

Of course, you couldn't expect a response from the man you were asking that question. That would be because he was now less than a year old, laying flat on his back across your legs and gazing up at you with big, innocent eyes. He just cooed softly and kicked his small legs lazily, reaching for you.

You sighed. The idiot had gone head-first into a fight he didn't properly think through. It was his most reckless move yet, and now he was paying the price as a baby. Simply because Jabra had pissed him off.

Kaku was a relatively calm and quiet baby. He didn't fuss much, and he wasn't too noisy. Adorably, he was also a shy and easily flustered little infant. But one thing he did want was your attention, and he wanted it the whole day.

So you carried him around the whole day, much like he'd done when you'd been babified. You rarely left him alone, and if you did it was only for bathroom breaks or like five seconds. You were afraid of leaving him around alone, because the other CP9 members could be mean and careless and some of them would definitely be rough with and bully him.

You had to admit, his little long nose was the cutest thing ever, apart from when he accidentally bumped it against you and then giggled. He was so sweet, rubbing the spot he bumped with his small hand and then giving you a sloppy kiss.

Baby Kaku is also very playful. Once he gets comfortable in his state. He tries to make funny noises with his long nose and then erupts into the cutest baby laughter right after. He will also curiously pull on his nose, only to have it wobble like a springboard when he's done, causing more giggles.

"Come onnnnn it'll be good!"

Unfortunately, he was very fussy with his food. You were trying to feed him some mashed potatoes, because that was the only appropriate thing you could find, but he just stared at you like 'really?' and kept his little mouth closed. After that, you were forced to go out and buy baby food.

Like Law, baby Kaku wants to be read to. But he won't be satisfied with the usual infant storytime books, because even as a baby he is much smarter than that. He prefers something historical, which may be boring for you but absolutely thrills him. He gets excited and bounces on your lap, tapping the book with his small hands while you're struggling to keep your eyes open.

When he's finally ready to sleep, he tries to fight it because he likes having you baby him like this. But eventually he drifts off when placed on your chest, because you're so warm and comfortable it lulls him into slumber.

When he wakes up an adult, he looks sheepish.

"We learned not to rush into a fight recklessly."

LUFFY

If you thought Luffy was a menace as a teenager, you were really in for it when he got turned into an infant by the same devil fruit user who'd done it to you. Of course, Luffy being Luffy, he forgot about that and charged straight into the fight without even considering your plan. And that's what now led to you having to carry a very fussy, very tiny Monkey D. Luffy back to the Thousand Sunny.

As expected, he is an active infant.

"Luffy no!"

But not only is he baby Luffy, he is baby Luffy with stretchy abilities. As seen now when he giggles loudly and grabs the mast, before propelling himself halfway across the ship. If Robin hadn't been around to catch him using her own devil fruit ability, you're pretty sure you'd be facing a sobbing, snotty-nosed little captain.

You have to chase this baby around the ship to actually change him or do any of the basic baby care things. He is so quick to crawl away when it comes to diaper-changing, but he is even quicker to crawl back with the promise of food, as usual. You cannot take your eyes off him though, because if you do for even one second he's gone and a ship-wide hunt for the naughty infant has to be conducted.

Infant Luffy is VERY good at hide and seek.

"Now where could Luffy be?" You say out loud as you walk around the ship, amused when a little giggle follows your words. "Maybe he's in the kitchen." Another giggle. "Or maybe he's right...here!"

And when you uncover his hiding spot and grab him, he squeals and tries to wriggle out of yours arms. But ultimately starts giggling and laughing uncontrollably as you tickle his little sides and smother his tiny face in kisses. He loves having all your attention on him, and will not hesitate to trip someone from the ground or reach around you to pull on their hair if they take your attention away from him for even a second. Baby Luffy is a lot clingier than grown up Luffy.

But if you sit him down in the aquarium or in the crow's nest and let him watch the fish or the water while you tell him stories about Shanks that he's told you before, he'll calm down a little bit and relax. His eyes will go big and he'll stare at you in awe as you tell him all of these stories, even if he doesn't really understand. And when you make big gestures to try and show him, he cutely tries to mimic you and make those same gestures with his little arms. Which always has you cooing at him and him giggling at how cute you found it.

He was so hyper that you almost couldn't put him to sleep, and you didn't think he would ever fall asleep. But after a while of you - once again - chasing him around the ship, you finally caught him and managed (somehow) to rock him to sleep.

When he woke up a grown boy, there really wasn't much difference in his behaviour, even after you told him about his infant self.

SANJI

Honestly you don't even know how it happened. One minute you're engaging the enemy, the next your old friend with the de-aging devil fruit appears and this time targets your boyfriend. Which is why now you're sitting in the kitchen with a pouty baby cook on the table, the two of you just staring at each other.

When he realises he can't cook like this, the poor blonde bursts into tears, looking so upset it breaks your heart. You quickly pull him into your arms and cradle him, and he slowly calms down and looks up at you with his big, round eyes.

"There we go," you smiled at him, kissing his little cheek. "It's okay."

If you think Sanji is clingy as a grown up, his clinginess soars to new heights as a baby. He will absolutely not let go of you if you're holding him, not for any reason other than you needing the bathroom. He wants your attention on him for the full 24 hours, which of course is nothing new but still makes you laugh every time he gets pouty when you're not looking at him.

He's also a very sly baby. He uses his cuteness to his advantage to get Zoro in trouble, because every time he cries and points to Zoro, you glare at the swordsman or chuck something at him, much to Sanji's amusement.

"You're ugly and annoying even as a baby!" You heard Zoro shouting when you'd left them alone for one second to fetch some food for Sanji. "Stop looking at me like that!"

"ZORO!" You chided as you walked back into the room, coincidentally as soon as Sanji decided to start bawling to exaggerate the situation. He pointed at the green-haired swordsman as he cried, making you sigh and smack him upside his head. This caused Sanji to stop crying and giggle, earning a glare from Zoro.

"Why, you-!"

"Zoro, he's just a baby," you sighed, "He's going to annoy you."

"He annoys me regardless," the swordsman huffed, walking away. "Just keep that little demon away from me."

Sanji stuck his tiny tongue out at the bulky man's figure as he retreated, making you laugh and scoop the cook up into your arms. He immediately relaxed and cooed happily, playing with your shirt as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.

Sanji is a fussy eater, which you kind of figured. He doesn't settle for just any soft food, he specifically likes pureed apple. So every time you have to feed him, you have to either feed him some you got from an island you had to stop at when you first found out about his preference, or you have to puree the apples yourself.

Changing Sanji's diaper is also easy, because he's very calm and he lets you do it without much fuss. You have no issues putting him to sleep, either, because once you've changed him for the last time at night, he's out like a light. And you smile and bring him to your bed to sleep, laying him in between your pillows.

When he wakes up, he's back to being a smug little mf because he woke up in your bed.

USOPP

Honestly you didn't even know what had happened while you had stayed on the ship to keep watch. The others all returned looking weary but otherwise okay, so you just assumed Usopp was too, and you didn't think to ask why Brook and Sanji looked so suspicious, passing something between them behind their backs. That is, of course, until you heard the unmistakable sound of an infant crying.

"What was that?" You looked at them, raising an eyebrow.

"What was what?" Sanji asked, laughing nervously.

The infant cried again, and you stalked over and pushed them aside to reveal your boyfriend...only smaller. Baby Usopp stared up at you with wide, terrified eyes, tears streaming down his adorably chubby cheeks.

"What the-How did this happen??"

You looked up, but everyone avoided your gaze and made excuses to leave. So you just sighed and picked the baby up, wiping his tears away and gently rocking him to calm him down. He did eventually, but the terror never left his eyes as he got hold of your shirt collar and never let go.

"Hey, hey," you cooed softly. "It's okay, I'm here."

When he calmed down, you realised he had been so scared that he'd messed himself, so you changed him. Poor Usopp was already so nervous and frightened as a grown up, that as a baby he was almost always shaking. But you put him at ease, and whenever he was in your arms he was calm, relaxed and very playful. He liked your hair, liked to play with it and also, apparently, eat it.

"Usopp no!" You laughed as you once again had to pull your hair out of his tiny mouth. His bottom lip trembled, and you quickly amended it by kissing his cheeks and giving him something else to play with.

He liked to tinker even as a baby. You gave him the safest things he could play with, and he would try to arrange it in a certain way that wasn't just a jumbled mess. You were very impressed when he managed to stack all the gold coins you'd given him to play with - under Nami's strict supervision, of course.

However, he was naughty when it came to being fed. It wasn't that he was a fussy eater, he just liked to play with his food. And he had incredible aim, so every bunch of food he threw landed on its intended target. Which was you. Sanji had tried to feed him, but the stress of wasted food got to him and you had to replace him before he yelled at poor baby Usopp.

Putting him to sleep is relatively easier than putting anyone else on this list to sleep. As soon as you noticed his eyes drooping while you told him a story - one of his own made-up adventures - you picked him up and placed him on his bed, and he was out.

When he woke up in the morning, all grown up, he groaned.

"That was the scariest experience of my life."

A/N: I'm so sorry if this seems rushed or isn't as good as you expected, it's been a busy few weeks and i'm so mentally exhausted but i really wanted to get this out for you! Again, requests that were in my inbox before i closed them will be posted as soon as possible! Please just be patient with me, 2024 is turning out to be a weird year for me.

[being-addie]

Healthy habits I'm developing for 2023

It's already April and I'm still in that rut of sleeping at 2am, buying a quick fix of candy at the store when I have fruit at home, eating too many carbs and skipping the gym. Now, I'm getting my shit together.

It's easy to disguise bad habits with excuses. "Oh, I have exams coming up". "Work's been really draining lately". But if you don't change now, you'll be stuck in that same loop for the rest of your life.

Prioritising health:

Sleeping 7-8 hours every night: To end my absolutely atrocious amount of screen time, I've decided to delete all those distracting apps on my phone. It's hard, but worth it. Now I won't be tempted to scroll on Instagram when I should be sleeping.

Making healthy food choices: Choosing homemade granola over chocolate bars, banana bread over Nutella sandwiches, and homemade nachos over packaged chips makes a huge difference.

Working out: l go to the gym daily, but lately, I've been lazy and slacking off. So I want to start going again along with squeezing in a run in the evening. Finishing at least 8k steps every day. Moving my body in some way, whether it's dance or yoga.

Water: I have a bad habit of forgetting to drink water, even when it's right in front of me. So I've downloaded some water reminders to help me remember to drink. I've also decided to incorporate lemon honey iced tea into my diet because I'm a fiend for it.

Working smart:

Creating a to-do list: Committing to knocking off at least three things on a to-do list and gradually increasing the number of tasks.

Keeping devices away: I've started keeping my phone in my mom's room while I work, or I lock it in my cupboard so I won't get distracted, and I use extensions like WasteNoTime and StayFocusd to block unnecessary websites.

Dividing time: Making a schedule for my day, so I can divide school studies, sketching practice and homework. It is so important to block out parts of the day for morning and night routines and self-care.

Cleansing my life:

A clean workspace: Clean up my desk every day, so I can sit in an uncluttered space, and keep my racing mind calm.

Making my bed: Focusing on making sure my bed is clean first thing in the morning, so I have a place that's clean and warm after a long day.

Deleting social media: It was difficult, but I did it. Fighting the temptation to log in again is real, but I'm slowly coming to realise I don't care what people are posting on their stories, and the FOMO is slowly fading.

Toxic people: Getting rid of toxic friends, and deleting numbers and chats of people are who no longer important in my life. Having access to me is a privilege.

Self-care: Every Sunday, I'm setting aside a few hours for myself. During that time, I'll be having a long shower, deep conditioning my hair, using a scrub and exfoliator, shaving, moisturizing, and eating something nice. I'll be baking something for the rest of the week so I won't resort to junk food for dessert or snacks.

Understanding and knowing what you want in life is the first step to beginning your journey. Don't let others make you feel guilty for putting yourself first. It's your life, and ultimately, it's only you who can change it.

<3

[14dayswithyou]

I was thinking over the landlord situation because a small detail stuck in my mind. Ren seemed surprised that the issues in Angel's building weren't being dealt with.

Possibly it's just that a negligent landlord would never happen to him with his fancy apartment, or he owns it, and he's out of touch with normal renting problems.

But for fun maybe he secretly is the landlord and wasn't getting the complaints because he doesn’t pay much attention to duties? Is he getting the complaints but putting himself in the position to fix them as 'Ren', impressing Angel? He already volunteered for guard dog duty against… himself.

Was it faked surprise because he's responsible for causing those issues for his own benefit? 

I feel Ren potentially did ruin the air mattress in advance hoping to be invited into the bed, blaming rats when it was discovered. Maybe it was done that day while waiting for Angel to get off work. 

Maybe he remotely jammed the elevator too because... idk why he'd do that, there should be cameras already in the lift and they should be hackable. Or maybe he just uses the stairs for stealth and only spies on Angel’s flat, so genuinely didn't know the crappy elevator wasn't working. Possible. Maybe he also wants the flat to be shitty and seem dangerous to push Angel into moving in with him.

Perhaps Ren knows who the landlord is and was surprised for that reason? It's not likely that he's installed a friend into the job if he's a loner, but I think he did once have family friends (of his parents) into some shady business. Perhaps they pivoted their legit real estate investments into a money laundering front and no longer attend to the tenants needs well. Maybe he knows the building layout from visiting them years ago as a child, and that's how he avoids being caught.

Or is Ren making a mental note to kill the bad landlord for inconveniencing Angel? and potentially take over the job

Anyway don't mind me, I like to puzzle on things.

✦゜ANSWERED: In case some folks might not know: if you make the right choices, you can actually meet the landlord in Day 3 instead of Olivia! They also address the rat complaints — though their response is kinda meme-y — and the overall scene isn't intended to be taken seriously.

Ren, however, does know the landlord’s identity already, but doesn’t do anything about it because they actively play a massive role in his plans.

⚠️ Day 3 + general lore spoilers under the cut!! ⚠️

Essentially, Ren wants Angel to move in with him — which is why he’s so adamant on giving them a key to his place. And like you picked up on; he keeps bringing up how awful it is to live in Angel’s neighbourhood in hopes of having them realise this and depend on Ren instead. After all, the only thing he wants is to be Angel's top priority and the person they go to first in any given situation.

Ren is also no stranger to rent problems while growing up. I've mentioned this before, but prior to living in a small, rundown home; Ren and his family used to live in a trailer park. There was hardly much room or privacy for everyone, and the maintenance there was awful.

I do like the theory about Ren using shady connections between his friends/family for his bidding!! Canonically though, Ren has no friends outside of Angel and River, and he hasn't been in contact with any of his blood relations in years.

Also!! I do want to restate that the rats in the demo genuinely are rats. It wasn't Ren tearing up a hole in Angel's mattress (he didn’t think you'd invite him over in Day 1 + he respects your comfort level), but it was him stealing specific items.

[patheticwomenlover]

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Young Neil x Gen!Neutral Reader FIC cw: EXPLICIT NSFW Minors pls DNI ! ♡

Summary: You invited your boyfriend Neil to come hang out with you while Wallace and Scott were at a party, which leads to you giving him a blowjob in bed, but Wallace and Scott end up coming home right before he orgasmed. Scott was not amused.

a/n: Hi! First post on Tumblr~! I'm cross-posting this from my ao3: PatheticMenLover! Thought I'd expand my work on here too. I want to do Hazbin Hotel stuff too, seems like most of the fandom is here haha. I've just been doing SPVTW stuff, this one being my most recent one. Though, I hope you like it. &lt;𝟑

You, Wallace, and Scott are close friends. You all share an apartment and a bed too. Some people would say it is a little strange to share it with two other people but honestly it wasn’t too bad. Especially since you and Scott could not really complain, Wallace practically pays for everything aside from your Xbox 360.

 If anything, you, and Scott are considered leaches. You do plan to move out sometime soon and live with your boyfriend Neil. You’re still in the works of getting a good apartment, so for now you’re stuck with a loser and Wallace. Don’t get it wrong, they are good roommates, aside from the face that Wallace bangs his boy toys in the same bed you and Scott sleep on. But…not like you guys can complain because again, he pretty much pays for everything.

You just do not want to feel some random guys jizz stain on your leg. You’re still horrified that one time where there was fresh semen on the bed and you swiped it off, thinking it was lotion but…eventually came to realize it wasn’t, thanks to Scott.

Anyhow, that leaves you here, alone in the apartment relaxing on Wallace’s armchair watching tv while Scott and him had left to go to some party. They had invited you to tag along with them but to be honest parties were not your thing and you do not enjoy socializing with random drunk people. Ironically though a party is where you met your current boyfriend, Young Neil... or well just Neil. He looked so lonely at the party. At the time you noticed he had come with a group of people, but they just parted ways, so that left him alone in a corner with a bored look on his face.

So, you walked up to him, made conversation and surprisingly it went very well. And by made conversation, you meant flirt heavily. He had a chill; calm personality and it went well with yours. Not to mention…he was adorable. How had nobody gone up to him and flirted with him before you is a mystery. After the party you two exchanged numbers and kept on talking until he very shyly asked you to date him, and how could you say no? And so far, the relationship has been going great.

Now back to you. 2 hours had passed since Wallace and Scott left you and it was an understatement to say you were bored. All you did was watch tv, play on your xbox, and eat lunch. You had the apartment to yourself and could do what you want, but why did it feel so boring still? It was because you were doing It alone.

So, you decided to call up your boyfriend Neil and ask him to come hang out with you.

“Oh, hey babe, what’s up?” You could tell by his tone he was happy to hear from you. “Hey Neil. You wanna come over? I’m at Wallace’s apartment.”

“YES!…ehm.. I mean, yeah whatever that sounds cool.” He quickly collects himself, which earned a giggle on your end. That boy was so cute it hurts. “Are Scott and Wallace there? Are we all hanging out or something?”

“Nah. Just us. They’re at a party and won’t be here until….im not sure honestly. I can’t tell with them. Is that okay with you?”

“Perfect..!” He said quickly. “Good! Then I’ll see you when you get here, yeah?”

“I already left the house.”

Today was going to be great, you just know it.

After awhile of waiting for Neil to come you finally hear a soft knock on the door. You quickly got up and fixed your clothes and hair to make it look more presentable and then headed towards the door and letting Neil in. He had on a large puffy coat, jeans, his normal shoes and to top it all off a fluffy hat covered his soft hair. You also noticed his nose was red, poor boy must have had a small cold. Afterall, it has been snowing a lot recently, especially today.

“Hey b-babe!” It was so cold you could see his breath coming straight out of mouth. “Hey baby. Come on inside, you look like you have a cold.” He nods happily as he steps right inside, and you close the door behind him. “You think I look sick?” He asks while a sniffle leaves his nose as he takes off his puffy coat and sets it aside on the armchair. “You have a cold. Have you noticed your nose is red?”

He tries to cross his eyes to look at his nose. “Hmm. No, don’t see it.” A giggle escaped your lips. “Wait..does that mean we can’t make out...or cuddle?”

“Nah. I’d still kiss you.” You grab his hand and drag him to the bed. “I’ve been playing Sims 3 and Minecraft all day, it’s boring so when you’re alone.” You grab your controller.

“Do you have castle crashers?” He grabs a nearby controller.

“Of course. Wanna play that?” He nods.

“Good choice, one of my favorite games.”

“…dibs on the purple knight.”  You playfully push his shoulder. “Hey!- I wanted that one!”

After a few hours of playing Castle Crashers, you two eventually got bored of it. Not because the game was bad, oh trust. But because of the stupid bat boss, could not get past it. So annoying…! Anyways, instead of playing more Xbox games you decided to cuddle up with him under the covers while you watched him play on this Gameboy Advance. He was playing Mario Kart Super Circuit as Luigi.

You snuggled your head into his shoulder while you watched him play. “Babe.. are you sure you don’t want a turn? Is It really that fun to watch me play?” He asks curiously.

“Mhm. You make cute faces when you’re focused.” He sticks his tongue out in concentration. “Huh?..sorry what’d you say? I had to get back in first place.” You snorted. “You’re cute.”

You get closer to him, you lift your leg and placed it over his crotch. His face flushes. “Haah…y/n..you’re..um….you’re distracting.”

“Distracting? Can you elaborate?”

His eyebrows furrow. “Y…you’re trying to make me lose..! I wont let you…”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You tease. “I’m just trying to cuddle with my lovely boyfriend, can’t a person just—”

“Mhmm..”

“Oh?”

You feel a growing bump on your naked knee. It didn’t take a genius to understand what that was. He had gotten a boner from your leg laying on his dick. “Y/nnn….” You look directly at him. “Yes?”

“…I’m hard.”

“I know.”

There were a few seconds of silence between you two. “Want me to take care of it baby?” He furiously nods with flustered face. “P..please….b-but first let me finish this—”

“You can keep playing it while I suck your dick.”

“Wh- wha?...you want me to do that..?” He stammers. “Go ahead babe. Pretend like I’m not even here, kay?” You proceed to get under the covers while also getting in between Neil’s legs. His boner was more visible from this angle. “Pretend like you’re not here..?...that’s gonna be h..harrd…but okay.”

You placed your hands on top of his covered dick. You could already feel him throbbing. He breaths with a mix of anticipation and nervousness as he gripped his Gameboy tightly, attempting to concentrate as hard as he can on his game. You then put your fingers in-between his boxers then sliding it down all the way to his knees. His dick immediately sprung up with a string of pre-cum trailing down the base of his dick from the tip.

“Ohh? You were REAL pent up weren’t you?” His heart starts to race as you grab his dick. “F-fuuuck. Don’t…don’t go too fast….you’re gonna make me c-cum early again like last time..”

“Haha..don’t worry, Neil.” You kiss the tip of his dick. “I’ll try to make you last as long as possible. Just focus on your game.~”

You were going to be the death of him.

He watches you with a mix of awe and desire as you kiss and started to slowly stroke his dick. You could also feel him squirming underneath your touch. He felt warm sensations coursing through his body, but still managed to focus on his game somehow. But his eyes did occasionally flicker to your eyes.

“Ah…hnnm…”

You extended your wet tongue to the base of his dick, then began to lick from there towards the tip of it. His pre-cum tasted a little salty. “mmm~  you’re a good boy aren’t you?”

 “Ughn…” A shiver runs down his spine as he tries to keep his focus on the game, but your tongue and touch were already so overwhelming. He lets out soft gasps whenever your tongue glosses over his sensitive tip. “Y…yeah..I’m your good boy….” His whimpers out, his voice barely audible. His eyes continuing to dart between the screen and your movements, his body was growing more tense with each passing second. It just felt too good.

You wrapped your lips about his tip, sucking on it gently. You also used your other free hand to caress his inner thigh. Neil’s body lifted slightly, and he grips his Gameboy tighter as your warm mouth had engulfed the tip of his dick. He bites down on his bottom lip, trying to stifle the series of moans that threatened to escape his soft lips. The sensation of your hand on his thigh and the pleasure from your mouth sent waves of ecstasy through him. “y/n…g..ghhn…ugh!” He struggles to keep his focus on the game, it was getting increasingly difficult for him to both face fuck you and continue playing the game.

You started to take him further into your mouth, his dick hitting your throat each time your lips met his messy pubes. Your tongue trailing over the veins on his dick then back to his tip and then back to the veins. Neil’s head falls back onto a pillow as loud moans escapes his lips, his body trembling with pleasure. He could feel himself getting lost in the sensations, at this point the game had fallen from out of hand, he had forgotten it as he surrenders to the pleasure you’re giving him.

You then could feel a hand being placed on top of your head, gently pushing you further down. “Y..yes…just like that…you’re amazing…” His free hand grips the covers of the bed, and his breath became more ragged. You completely took your mouth off his dick and used your hand to stroke him quickly. “Gonna cum for me baby? You wanna cum on my pretty face, yeah?”

Maybe you were just hearing things but..was someone outside the front door..?

He pathetically lets a few tears fall from his face as he gasps sharply. His mind was going blank with pleasure, too much was going on he couldn’t think of anything else except you. He couldn’t help but let ot a lew, guttural moan, hips involuntarily twitching In response to the intense pleasure. “Y-yes!...I..I can’t hold back much longer…n..need to cum..” He struggles to form coherent words, completely hypnotized by your hand.

Keys entered the lock of the front door. Someone is here.

“Cum for me. Now.” Your trail your free hand from his inner thigh to under his shirt, caressing his chest. As for your occupied hand, your hand kept his dick busy with your fast paced strokes. “I-Im…y/n…I’m so close…ssso so close…don’t stop pleeease…”

The front door opens. Wallace and Scott enter the room before noticing..-

The intensity of your hands pushes him closer and closer to the edge, you consumed his mind entire;y. He lets out a final string of incoherent moans, his free hand gripping the sheets so tight his knuckles were turning white as he approached his climax. “Y-y/n…I’m…I’m gonna…c-cummingg!!” He rolls his eyes to the back of his head and arched his back involuntarily as he finally reached his peak, releasing his cum onto your face with a final, shuddering orgasm.

A string of cum landed on your lips, to which you licked it off. You then stuck your head out from under the covers to see Neil’s tired, exhausted face. He had tear stains on his cheeks and he was breathing heavily. You chuckled at this. “I hope I didn’t go too hard on you babe. You okay?” He looks at you with a small smile before quickly dropping it when he noticed you had visitors.

“Uh..y/n….” He mutters. You tilt your face at him with confusion. “What? What’s wrong? You’ve came on my face before.” He shakes his head. “I-its not that its just uh..”

“What?”

Neil lifts his hand and points right behind you. You turned your head slowly to see….Wallace…and Scott. Both, horrified, Scott more so. They just witnessed their friend give a blow job to their other friend, and it didn’t help that you still had his cum on your face.

“uh….hey guys. How was the party?” You nervous asked.

They said nothing for a few moments until Wallace spoke up. “I never knew you had that in you, y/n.” He teased. Scott however, wasn’t amused…at all. “We..y/n… we sleep on the same BED!...Y-you’re face is covered in—!”

“I KNOW.” You embarrassingly wiped it off from your face and Neil quickly pulled up his boxers and pants. After this incident Scott tried to ban you from bringing Neil over, even when both of them were there. But since Scott was considered a leech too, it didn’t hold any value to you. As for Wallace, he found the whole thing amusing, but…he very gently asked you to not fuck him on the bed…. despite him doing the exact same thing. Apparently, he’s the only one allowed to do that. Fair enough since it was his bed after all.

That’s not gonna stop you from inviting Neil over again. ♡

I was lowkey struggling how to format this. Tumblr is killing meeee

[booppooo]

Can I request a fic where the reader and abby have been messing around for a while and everyone knows that they are both off limits because of one another. Kinda like fuck buddies but feelings are definitely involved.

Can this fic be stationed in college?

There's More to This

Abby Anderson x Fem! Reader

AN: uhm I didn't add any smut to this if that was what you were getting at I'm sorry....I hope you enjoy? Thanks for requesting nonetheless <3

Warnings: arguing, fwb to lovers, jealousy

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There were no strings attached, so why did it hurt so much when Abby talked about her?

"Yeah she was kinda crazy, she wanted to handcuff me to the bed and shit - I wasn't into it." Abby explained while sipping on a beer in your apartment.

Little did you know, Abby was lying about the entire endeavor with Nora. She just wanted to see how you would react, make you jealous even.

And she succeeded, because you crossed your arms and leaned toward the opposite end of the couch distastefully, "That is pretty weird." It took more than you wanted to admit to not grumble.

Seeing you so defensive and with your nose stuck up in the air shamefully made Abby's heart leap in her chest. It was stupid how involved she got with you, because now - what was supposed to be another stupid hook up - turned into several late night booty calls, and now casual fuck buddies.

Before it was just, 'wyd?' texts at 3am, either both of you were drunk, or up stressing over homework. But as of late, you both would instinctually gravitate toward each other during the day. Walking each other to classes, getting something to eat together, even ending up going to parties together. This meant that those middle of the night texts were now fucking on each other's couch at 2 pm on a Wednesday.

And for a while that's how it was. More or less just you and Abby reaching out for one another to get a 'fix.' It was too easy and too familiar to want and branch out, at least that's what you told yourself. That was also the impression Abby gave you, because you used to laugh together at the desperate texts she'd get from old hook ups freshly after you two were done playing around in the sheets.

Until Nora.

Well, until Abby's story about Nora. A fable.

From your understanding, you two were on the path to becoming exclusive - possibly even dating, but this certainly threw a wrench in things. Honestly, a part of your heart broke over what she told you.

You glanced at the clock - 4PM. Was it too odd an hour to kick her out for 'homework' purposes?

"Hey uh, I got a paper I need to work on for my psych class." You reached for the remote on the coffee table and turned off Parks and Recreation.

"Yeah I get it, I can hang out here until you're done," then she glanced at the time, "You wanna get an early dinner first?"

You could just strangle her.

"Hm I would but I'm not hungry right now." You felt like you were scrambling to get her out, "And I'd be cool with you waiting but I'll probably be working on it all night, it's a pretty long paper."

Maybe it was the nervous tone in your voice, or the way you wouldn't make eye contact with her, but somehow she saw through your bullshit, "Oh yeah? And what's the paper about? Because you usually like to get dinner about this time."

Her words hit you like a frying pan over the head, "It's a research paper I've been putting off, it's like a whole semester long thing." Slowly you inched toward the front door.

"Uhm, okay? When do you plan on eating then?"

What was annoyance before, turned into anxiety, and now anger. Rage was beginning to simmer below your rib cage and in your cheeks.

"Probably around 6 or so. I'll see you later, I need to work on this." Your hand was on the door knob.

Abby stood from her seat and watched you with an arched brow, "You're being really weird. Did I do something wrong?"

"No just-" you we're getting upset, "I just want to get this paper done."

She started grinning, gradually approaching you like a lion hunting it's prey, "Doesn't seem like it."

Across from you she leaned against the wall and watched you teeter on the edge of seething. Her arms were crossed to show her muscles, a full fledged smirk on her face.

You didn't want to argue, you knew if you did you'd actually tell her what was nagging at you.

"You can show your way out." Then you left for your room.

Unfortunately, you only made it a few feet before she had your wrist and tugged you against her.

"Hey now - that's now way to treat your guest." It was evident in her voice she thought this was going in a certain direction, despite all your efforts to steer her the opposite way.

"Abby don't touch me!" You snagged your wrist away and frowned.

It seemed now she wanted to take you seriously.

"Okay you're definitely being weird. What's going on?"

"Just go Abby."

Tears began to form in your eyes, so you turned and headed for your bedroom.

She scoffed, "I'm not leaving until you tell me what the hell is wrong with you."

You stopped dead in your tracks. Jaw tense and tears brimming in your eyes, it would be an understatement to say you were frustrated.

"I'll call the cops."

She laughed. Your voice was meek and shaky.

"Listen, if I did something, just tell me. You're acting like a damn kid."

If you wanted to act like a kid you could. You wouldn't hesitate to scream and kick and throw yourself on the floor until someone called the police because of how much noise you made. Anything to make her leave.

"Are you jealous?"

Was she really that dense? No, she had to be doing this on purpose. There was no way she didn't think she was innocent.

"What an astute observation. Now get out." The rest of your journey to your bedroom was spent wiping away tears.

But you should've known better, because Abby was quick to throw herself in front of your door and keep tormenting you.

"Woah hey- are you crying?" She cupped your jaw and forced you to meet her eyes, but you averted her gaze, "Way to rub it in." You shoved her hand away.

Now Abby really felt shame. She didn't know it would make you cry, nor this angry. She just wanted to get a rise out of you, perhaps even test the waters on hate fucking.

Both of her hands held your melancholy expression now, "Y/n, hey, I didn't mean for this to happen. I just wanted to see how you'd react. Do you really think I slept with her?"

"What else was I supposed to think!?" You snapped, now sobbing.

"Shit I don't know? I thought you would get all jealous and then wanna fuck it out or something."

The words coming out of her mouth only fanned the flame behind your eyes. Beyond your miserable sobs was raw anger, and everything Abby did to try and tame it only exacerbated it.

Wriggling from her hold you tried to shove her aside to disappear into your room - the only thing you had been trying to do this entire time. If this continued any longer, you'd have a breakdown.

"Wait a second-" Abby reached for you once more and tried to restrain you against her chest, "I'm sorry, I know that was stupid."

You persisted against her, some of your tears wetting her shirt, "No shit!"

"Just calm down alright? I promise I won't do it again." In a desperate attempt to diffuse the situation she tried to wipe some tears from your wet skin.

"Abby-" you finally broke free," there isn't going to be 'again.' I don't want to fucking see you again! You're so oblivious and just want to use me for my body."

That seemed to strike a gnarly nerve inside her, because her brows dipped disdainfully and her nose scrunched.

"Are you - heh - are you breaking up with me?"

It was your turn to laugh, "Break up? Break up what exactly? You never asked me to be your girlfriend, every time you come over we fuck; there's nothing there! This is bullshit!"

"Oh! Oh so all those times I bought you dinner, and was late to my class so I could walk you to yours, and the countless hours we spent together laughing in bed was just nothing. Is that it? Is that the bullshit?"

This was the first time you had seen each other angry. You never thought you'd reach this point, truthfully you were okay with being fuck buddies and letting the label come naturally, but the nature of the argument had you expressing otherwise. You were afraid. Abby wasn't going to hit you, but she was a smart girl and knew what would strike you the wrong way as far as hurtful words. But you also had a few things up your sleeve.

"You never said otherwise. It's the same shit I'd do for my friends. As far as I'm concerned, we were barely casual."

"Are you kidding me? Is this a joke?"

"Oh- like you 'kidding' about fucking Nora?"

"Yes!" She was nearly as hysterical as you, "I already told you it was fake!"

You nodded, "Yeah, like whatever you thought we had."

She sighed out exhaustion, "Oh my god," and pinched the bridge of her nose, "What do you want from me Y/n? Hm?"

Reflecting her attitude, you crossed your arms, "Nothing now."

"Fuckin c'mon," she groaned, "Don't be like that, work with me a little bit."

After all this, she wanted you to be forward and honest? To suddenly come up with a solution and slap a band-aid on all of this? How were you supposed to think about any of that when knocking her front teeth in would feel so much better?

"How about you work yourself out of my apartment. I don't know what you're trying to hurry up and fix, but if you're scared you're gonna lose your fuck buddy then you should be."

"Stop saying that! I'm trying to apologize to you. If we were just fucking I wouldn't stand here and rip my hair out over you."

Now she looked completely frazzled. Her hair was messy, eyes red, chest rising and falling with her rapid breathing.

There was something that was going over your head, "Did you actually think we were dating?"

"You tell me." She deadpanned.

"Then why make up the stupid story about Nora?!"

She ran her fingers through her hair, "We've been over this. It was a dumb idea to turn you on. I already said sorry - can you please just get over it?"

Studying her features, you contemplated your argument. Matter of fact, you contemplated your dynamic as a whole. So much was brought up, more than you wanted to voice into the world, but it was too late to take it back now. Was it too late for you two? Was a relationship really a good idea?

There was one way to find out if she was really seriously about this, "Okay, I'll get over it, if you ask me."

A bit of your heart broke when you noticed how she was holding on by a thread, "Huh?"

You repeated yourself, serious in your gaze and jaw clenched.

"Wh-what?" Her eyes darted around your expression, "Do you want me to ask you out?" You didn't waiver, this was for her to figure out.

"Will you be my girlfriend...?"

It wasn't the most romantic, and the furthest from ideal, way to be asked out, but you accepted it. She sighed in relief and scooped you up in a hug, letting the tension naturally set, no further words spoken.

Bzz.

You both perked up. Abby slipped her phone from her pocket and let you read the message with her.

Unknown number: hey, been a while since we talked. What've you been up to? Busy tonight?

Abby: yeah I'm hanging out with my girlfriend

You smiled up at her and she planted a kiss on your forehead.

Unknown number: oh shit sorry, who?

Abby: Y/n

Unknown number: really? I thought you were just tapping that

Abby: uhm no?

"Do people think we were just fucking around?" You wondered out loud, watching as Abby blocked the number.

The blonde shrugged, "You did."

You clicked your tongue in disappointment and shoved her away.

"Hey! Don't be like that. I was just teasing you. Would dinner make you feel better?"

Looking over your shoulder at her, you carefully considered her offer.

"....let's go."

Abby chuckled and made her way back toward the front door, slipping on her shoes, "I have a few ideas for dessert then," her eyes lingered along your body.

You couldn't help but let your vision wander as well, "I actually like the sound of dessert before dinner."

"Oh yeah?" Her hand instinctively found your hip.

"Definitely."

[discofairysworld]

I'm bored and I've been wanting to make a list of the Islanders my MC ended up with in each season (along with some tea ☕) for while sooo here it is! 💅✨

S1: Jake (I started with Miles, and ofc that went to shit, then ended up with Levi and was being MESSY, then ended the season with Jake. But TRUST, if Tim had a full endgame route I would've been with him, but you could only get with him during the reunion, and like...I wanted more so I just stuck with Jake 🥲 LOVE Jake tho! Love me my bi man that can cook mmyeahh 💅✨ But overall this season was messy in the best way possible and S1 MC stood on business 💃✨!!! Miss her 🥲)

S2: Bobby (my first ever playthrough I actually chose Rocco ((yikes)) and I was so committed to doing a loyal route that the whole Marisol and Rocco thing actually SHOOK me to my core and I was low-key kinda devastated. But Bobby was the one that comforted my MC and it was kinda like a friends to lovers moment and I was sold from then on LMFAOO. Like I love the loyal Bobby route when you pick him on day one, but I stand ten toes down that the BEST way to play his route was to start with Rocco, get that angst, and end up with Bobby. It was better than the slow burn Bobby route imo bc 1 I'm impatient, and 2 the vibes...the tension...it was the perfect balance girl I'll even say it was ✨ immaculate ✨ UGGHHHH I miss S2 so much 😭 S2 is and will forever remain the best season of litg imo. Ofc there's a few fixes it could use, but overall, it's leagues above every other season just for the cast of iconic islanders alone 💅✨)

S3: Camilo (now this one is funny cus at the time I wasn't really into S3 as much as the other 2 seasons, like it just wasn't giving the same level of dramatics or messiness. So on my first playthrough I just chose who I liked the look of ((Camilo)) and stuck it out to the end. And I love him fr like he's great! But my next playthrough was my favourite bc it was MESSYYYY. I started with Camilo, got freaky with Tai then coupled up with him, then I ended the season with Rafi. And I'm pretty sure during the reunion I was even more messy because it was forced on us to have a fight with your li. So I leaned into that and made my MC just flirty with everyone LMFAOOO. I can't really remember but I think I made her get back with either Tai or Camilo 💀 S3 reunion was definitely...a choice!)

S4: Bruno (what can I say..I love a silly goofy man LMDJSHDJSDBSH. No but fr he was a sweetheart. I actually started with Will, and I'm now just realizing it's kinda reminiscent of my first Bobby route when I started with Rocco LOL ((Will is leagues above Rocco tho. Idk why but I feel like Rocco would def not use deodorant bc it takes away his "natural musk" or some shit 💀)). I was really into Will and wanted to be with him, but he got all wishy washy and wanted to explore things with Thabi, and I was like....bruh 🧍‍♀️. So I just coupled up with Bruno not really expecting too much, but idk girlies the silly man charmed me and the rest is history 💀 this season I overall liked a bit more than S3 which shocked me. I'm still kinda bummed they never made a reunion for it 🥲)

S5: ✨Money✨ (this season...was a mess. Not messy...a MESS. Not a very enjoyable mess indeed. I kinda just hated everyone so I made my MC try to be as FUN messy and dramatic as possible bc best believe everyone else was just draining the life out of the villa for fun 💀 in my first playthrough I ended the season with Finn and chose love....then I replayed chose Suresh and chose money for the drama and I liked that ending much more teehee 👹🥰🤭)

S6: Lewie (I liked this season! It wasn't AMAZING but it wasn't bad either. Amelia was....Amelia... Lewie was cute and loyal, but the scenarios that FB forced MC and her li in were...less enjoyable at times. WHY did they have your li confuse your MC and Amelia in bed....girl be fr.... Like I could clearly tell Lewie was being genuine if a bit awkward, but very much into MC, but they made him look so shady sometimes for no reason like plsssss 😭💀 I'm still debating if I should replay for Roberto or Andy, but they all just kinda become the same person sooo 💀 But I definitely think this season's MC was one of the prettiest! she slayed the boots house down mawma MWAHHHHH 💋💕)

S7: Alex (idk what to really say about this season...it was forgettable I fear... I chose Alex just bc he was the one who stood out to me looks wise initially. His personality was cute...but again I feel like all the li's just morph into the same person at certain points in the game. I'm debating on replaying for Rafael bc he's also cute, but I've seen that the drama isn't really drama-ing, and the messiness you would expect is...rather clean actually...sooo. S7 you were not that girl I fear 💀)

S8: Jin (I really liked this season, it was dramatic and messy! But I think I liked it so much because of the fandom. On its own it's good! Like we're definitely getting somewhere, but again it's not AMAZING. And it has some of the same issues of previous seasons, the li's just morph into the same being at certain points in the game. Not to mention the designated villain/rival being interchangeable, and... Sienna. Just...Sienna. Jin was the best part of that season for me personally. But again FB was trying to be slick and trying to make him seem shady when he wasn't and girl plssssss like it's getting old 💀😭 Also I will say, this season probably had the best/most successful casa amor, so I will give it that. I was so tempted to switch to Max, but I wanted to complete a loyal playthrough with Jin first, and did 🤪✌️. The reunion....the....reunion....hmmm. Well! It certainly put itself above S3s reunion... for the most disastrous down right diabolical almost unplayable reunion 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰.)

~ANYWAYS~

This is my list as well as the tea aka my personal thoughts and opinions 💃 if you took the time to read this...hi 🥴💕 ur cute 🤪🤭, no but fr thanks for taking the time to read my chaotic posts! Also if anything, I'm excited to interact more with the fandom for the next season and I hope we can all have fun with it! Manifesting chaotic messy dramatic vibes for season 9 aka All Stars WOOOOOOO!!! 💃✨💃✨💃✨💃✨

[spotsupstuff]

fuckin' around a lil bit with that idea of a more personified structure i've mentioned who knows how long ago now in some tags. i just.. adore the hit that is the sheer size of the Iterators when taken at whole so much... it terrifies me to my bones

inspired/motivated by a post by tanzdoesthings where they pointed at a puppet n said that is the Iterator's face. shit lit an actual lightbulb over my head...

unrelated to the art drabble underneath the cut

"I love you. Can this be understood?"

'No,' she sighs while she thinks... Just where can one begin to understand such a thing? An organic's brain isn't made for the comprehension of it, she's sure.

That every time pipes groan it is his veins stretching. Or that when she floats in his heart, the sound of its beats is strong enough to penetrate straight through her. Dammit, she has to wear a special suit just so her bones wouldn't shatter from a singular beat.

How can she properly grasp it, that he breathes only once a day- and just that is enough to rain destruction upon everything within his retaining walls. That he carries a whole city on his back- so small... almost unnoticed... Or that when she hides away in the shelters at his bases, it is akin to crawling underneath his skin?

It makes no sense for something that terrifyingly giant to exist. To live. Oh, why does it have to live just the same as her...?

Each component she understands. His blueprints are framed in the Mechanic's little house positioned near one of his more discreet entrances. The biggest blueprint takes up a whole wall, little notes made by her or the previous Mechanic scattered all over the detailings of his body.

Her fingertips trace over the white lines on the blue paper before bed, planning out a route for tomorrow- because oh it would take years to travel him whole unguided. One could so easily get lost within the mechanical organs, tangled in wires, strangled by accident in the tons upon tons of tightly knit cords- left as a corpse without a chance to be found in the less travelled recesses of him.

Palm in palm, she presses her hands against each other in hopeful prayer and in the anxiety the thought brings forward.

So small... so finite compared to him.

Sometimes when people want to disappear for a while from the little city- little? It holds thousands upon thousands of life like me- including her, they wander the dusty metal desert that makes up his backside. All the way to the edge of him, edge of the world that he represents- is... And then just stare over the clouds.

The more daring ones, more agile and capable, climb down a little ways- finding crannies in his skin that he'll never notice for purchase.

One time- while feeling terribly lonely and sad- she climbed as low as she dared. Just above the clouds. Some almost licked at her feet as they rolled around him- submitting to his presence like waves to boats. The clouds turned grey, his sirens blared below and she was scared. Not for herself, but for the childhood she spent living beneath him- for family still stuck there.

And she'd hide away in a crook in his panels- a fault she will once have to fix- tearing at the moss that somehow managed to make livelihood here. Waiting... for nothing.

Then he looked to her, red Overseer popping out of nowhere. The uncomprehensible, godly by its sheer size thing giving her maybe all of his attention. And she feels guilty, worming around his skin- hiding in it- like this.

Though he tells her: rather apologize for disappearing like that, for not answering the hails. As if the violation of his physique wasn't actually anything... It had been so weird, having him fuss over her like so. There's better things a fake god like him has to do.

'I love you. Can this be understood?' still stares at her from her watch, unanswered.

"I don't think it can...," she writes him, feeling sad, confused, intimidated.

"Oh..."

She rushes to reassure him. "I love you back anyway though. Don't worry, weirdo"

[littlesislovesyou]

Awww you're welcome~ I'm glad I can help and make you a needy, naughty mess for me my darling mutual...so sorry I can't help but be a little TOO depraved stuck in my own head yk? But I'm sure you don't mind it either way with how I'll inspect your panties and find them soaked and ruined just for me...You're just as perverted as I am but you're partly the cause for my 'healthy' amount of obsessiveness and perversion, can you truly blame me sweetheart~? 💗💗🖤

I missed you so much too hehe...and oh? You know I kind of get so tunneled visioned in on pleasing you and making sure you feel as good as I do when we interact sometimes I forget we have an audience that can see all...not that I mind either way. Just means they can all see how you clearly belong to me on body, heart and soul and how I'll take proper care of you~ I'll protect you forevermore and always while doing unspeakably filthy things to you in private and carving my initials near your perfect chest...(holy fuck you CANNOT be dropping the titty at 1am I can't deal with it LOL I cannot stop staring and if we were siblings I'd be unable to hide my stare while feeling guilty about it and if I were married...I'd be stealing glances when I can before being scolded by my wife 😅🥵 beautiful and perfect and I want to mark it and all over your irresistible and ethereal body...worshipping you all over so you feel loved, desired, lusted and perversed over too. Showering you in attention >< C'est magnifique <333) and of course I'll loan you out with your consent to all the pent up and married or dating men, young and old...dads and studs. Maybe a few girls would like some fun with you too, dominating you... I won't mind~

But I'll always make sure they never hurt you and keep a watchful eye and when I'm alone with you...I'll reclaim and remind you that you're MINE every single day and every time...pounding your soaking wet cunt...this tight, young pussy that no one else will get to feel but you and me....and you happily submit and accept that every part of you is mine as I breed and fuck your silly little brains out and turn you into a mindless whore...MY mindless whore; all MINE! 💓💕 Always~ 🤭🔪

But I'm sure that blog has noticed the tension (both sexual and otherwise lol) and our desire to speak to one another~ And trust me once I build up the will. As long as you'll have me. I'll always message you when I can and hell I've been trying to fix my sleep schedule recently so we can talk mayhaps earlier in the day (not as easy as it looks with insomnia but I'm trying XD) but I just have a healthy obsession with my darling mutual who I'll cherish and check in on to make sure you're safe and healthy and well it's not like I'm scoped in and looking at you from you open window to check to confirm that you're well too because my heart is reassured just as much seeing you safe and sound too 💞

Jdidossi shhhhhh you teasing little brat...but yes. I admit to checking often. I can't post it here but there's a funny emote called CAUGHT. I'd resemble that in this moment lol but so what if you caught me stalking you... Gotta make the chase a little more interesting with surprises too~ <333 you're just so distracting and hell if I looked down and saw your top about to pop out or fall off to flash me your tits with that knowing and seductive look in your eye...like cat that's cornered it's playmate and you go in for the kill and licking your lips and asking for my attention in such a pleading tone with that stare...hhh how is anyone supposed to resist that, resist YOU?! 😭

I'd fold so fast but make you regret aggravating and arousing me so quickly and effectively leaving my game on pause and like Netflix asking if we're still there...there'll be no response as I've manhandled you into bed and am too focused and skullfucking you with my booted foot keeping your head down as I mercilessly ravage and fuck your holes until they're leaking my seed...and fucking them further in until my balls are empty <3 and then laying down beside you to cuddle as we share kisses before you pass out in my arms~

You need to start tightening that tight little pussy around ME I am so serious ; p I need to feel you sucking my dry and urging me to fill your pussy up to the brim with my cum... 🖤 Let your masked stranger knock up your soaking wet cunny, yeah? That's my good little girl...I love how you're always wet and needy for me <3333

Awww it'd be adorable watching you squirm and doing your best not to move...it's a risky play hoping I get to punish you for being such a teasing brat because I have to will myself to not to give into our temptations faster than you...all I can say to your question is will YOU survive...because if you don't. I win. And you won't feel your legs the next day and you'll be ditzy brained, warm and fuzzy in my arms the whole day...and if I lose...well. You'll be dealing with a feral beast making you hump its gun with safety off...the anxiety of me ravaging and almost potentially killing you mixing with the shameful arousal you feel at being held at gun point and made to degrade yourself against my weapons before I finally break you in and turn you into my obedient, dumbed out fuckdoll that cries and begs for mercy while I have a gun to your head and a knife to your throat... 🥰

I think either way. We both win. But also we both lose...it's fun? I think thats what matters in the end berween us <333

I respect your honesty and I'll respond in kind by saying I wouldn't be able to resist your teasing and I'd totally be that guy looking back at another girl (you) while the wife is like wtf LOL you're too good at what you do I can't even explain it 🤫 My eyes are looking...respectful (and disrespectfully while fucking my hand and wishing my cock was wrapped around something else...)

You know I fucking will...picking you up and bending you over my desk...spanking your ass under your teasing skirt and pushing your panties aside so I can annihilate and make that needy pussy of yours mine again and again whole pulling your tits out from your top and groping them roughly and admiring how pretty and irresistible they look as I pinch and rub your nipples while hissing praising yet harsh degrading words in your ear...sweet nothings mixed with filthy ramblings of all the fucked up shit I'm gonna do to you and all your blanked out mind can do is conjure up one response...

"Thank you, Thank you, THANK YOUUUU!!!" Crying out my name on your pretty lips as I inspect and practically violate your cunt until my cum is secured deep inside after fucking it further and further in...then raping your ass to my heart's content~

That's my girl

Always my mutual...mine~ 👀💗

I won’t even lie you did soak my panties I checked for you ☺️💗 heh.. you’re definitely right about the perverted part, I thought I was already bad but you’ve definitely made me a lot worse~ so it’s safe to say I enjoy all your depraved thoughts and actions;’) 💗 I suppose we both just have that effect on one another, each fueling our own fantasies and perversion;’) I could never blame you💗 ahhh your obsession and possessiveness absolutely drive me wild<333 🖤

And no you don’t mind hm?;’) I suppose that is a very good reason~ it is true after all my scary, cute masked stranger;’) 🖤 I would honestly let you do anything you wanted~ just let you explore your fantasies till your hearts content, breeding me night after night<3 we’d never be able to keep our hands off each other you know?💗

Also I don’t even mind either;’) I’m honestly not thinking of anything but you but I thought it was just interesting although I suppose we don’t keep it subtle no? 👀💗☺️

Ahhh how do you manage to be so sweet and yet so dirty at the same time?~ 💗 I’m glad you enjoyed the pictures though;’) too bad I couldn’t send you the ones that didn’t make the cut hm~ if only hehe 💗 I’m just teasing you, also I can’t help but wonder if we’re in the same timezone?;0 I did post that at 1 hm

Heh also subtly not waiting at all for your reaction to the pictures 👀💗 I definitely had you in mind for sure~ also your initials would look so pretty carved into my tits, how else are you going to let everyone know I’m yours hm?☺️💗

I won’t lie you have me wanting to hump my pillow like a dumb puppy in heat 🥺💗 god, If I was around you I’d probably be just soaking all the time~

Also not me having a fantasy of you being all dressed up and masked and just taking me while a camera records it all~ it’ll record all my cries and whimpers, the way your knife or gun presses against my head, and the way my pussy tightens around you<333 I just can’t help it, hhhh maybe you’d take your knife and cut my shirt open just exposing my tits for the camera to see<333 ahhh 🥺 god you really bring it out of me<3 just all my sick fantasies and dreams hhh

Awww ;’) I think it’s cute you can’t resist me~ too tempted by lust and just having me bent over or on my knees for you, it’s just all too much hm?💗💗💗💗 heh

I won’t be touching myself to this or anything like that 🥺💗

[fixyourwritinghabits]

Hello!

Forgive me if I'm asking something people have asked before but I've gotten to that point in my story where I'm stuck, aka The Hard Part.

See I've changed a lot in how I want the story to go, and I don't even know if I want to keep this scene I'm writing. However this is my first draft so I know that as long as I get something down, I can edit and fix it later. But it's hard to get through something that I don't like no matter how I write it, if that makes sense.

I just don't know what to do and was wondering if you had any advice?

So I'm sure you know the normal advice - skip that part, write "do this later", etc - that's clearly not working for you. And believe me, I completely understand. I have been in this boat many times, and figuring out how to row it to shore never seems to get easier.

However, I think there are some ways you can go about it (besides lie on the ground and suffer, which is my go-to), starting with:

What effect do you want that scene to have going forward? Basically, what main plot outcomes come from both action and reaction to the scene? Will it advance a subplot or add tension to a romance? If you chart your plot points by rising tension toward a climax, is it a step up or does it keep you stuck in one place? Returning to an outline (or charting one out) may help you figure out why you can't get passed this one part.

Is the scene happening in the right place (and the right time)? Some of my scenes don't work because I'm trying to write them at the wrong point of the novel. I'm in the middle of that now, actually - I'm trying to redraft a chapter that's rather flat because a character appears to solve a problem, rather than the main cast figuring their own way out. Instead, I'm going to move that character to a later chapter where his introduction is going to complicate the plot, and suddenly that solves a huge chunk of my problems with this part of the book. You may need the scene, but it may not. E happening in the right place. The flashcard method is a great way to figure this out - put short summaries of your scenes on flashcards, and lay them out in order. You may find shifting the scenes around solves your current issue.

Are you merely reluctant to kill your darlings? Sometimes, although we all hate to admit it, a scene just does not work. It retreats a character movement that has more impact elsewhere in the book, or it's simply indulgent. This too has been a hard lesson for me to learn - sometimes you need to throw the whole thing out to get the rest of the book on track. While it's not easy to figure out, returning to that flashcard method may help - does it do you any good to remove the scene or merge it with another part of the book?

Sometimes you have trouble with a scene because it's not necessary (even if you haven't figured out why yet). Sometimes you have trouble with a scene because it's critical to a plot point you haven't nailed down. There's no easy answer to 'why is this hard' - it is something you have to work out piece by piece. Some other things you can try:

Don't have a plot buddy? Talk to a rubber duck - The rubber duck method of solving problems works for many people if you have no one to talk your ideas through with. You can do it in your head, but out loud often is the best method. I know it seems silly, but it works.

Fuck it and go - Sometimes not thinking about the story is the only way to make progress in the story. Go for a walk, play a video game, watch the new Spider-Verse movie, and your plot problems will solve themselves (usually in the shower or right before bed, so keep a notebook handy!).

There's no easy way to go about slogging through the Hard Part, but you will get there. Good luck!

[farfromstrange]

Chaos Theory | Michael Kinsella x Reader

Chapter 24: Bandaids Don’t Fix Bullet Holes

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Pairing: Michael Kinsella x Reader (she/her)

Summary: While Michael meets with his solicitor, you're stuck at his house, and you slowly start going crazy. A visit from a particular someone drives you even crazier.

Warnings: Angst, Frank (yes, that's a warning)

Word Count: 3.2k

A/n: I've finally gotten around to finishing this chapter. It might not be as exciting as you guys hoped it would be, but I have a plan for the next following chapters and I had to leave space for that, which is why this isn't as plot heavy as I intended it. (Also, I’m not sure about the title, but I’ve run out of songs to use)

You’re still tired when you wake up the next morning, but the sadness that overcame you the day before has been replaced by emptiness. You just feel numb now, but it’s better than being in pain. 

Michael has an appointment with his solicitor this morning. Your blood burns your insides when you think about being left alone for the day. His family surrounds you. Not literally, thank God, but with them living on the very street Michael does, it feels as if they’re caging you in like a zoo animal.

You tried to convince him to let you go home, but he insisted that you stay in his house until he’s back so he can make sure that you’re safe. His house has a better security system in place than your own home, and after everything that was unraveled the other day, he would rather not take any chances until he has figured out how serious the repercussions of Frank’s actions will be.

They blew up Michael’s phone all day yesterday, but ever since he blew them off, no one has been brave enough to his house in person. It has been otherwise quiet, too. Thankfully. Still, you can’t help but be wary. 

You’re sitting in bed with your legs pulled up to your chest, resting your cheek on your knees as you watch him rummage through his wardrobe to get ready. Today is an important day to him and he doesn’t want to risk making a bad impression, no matter how big the chaos around him is.

You called in sick from work. You can’t stand being around people, let alone put on a fake smile. The scent of coffee makes you nauseous. To top that off, your hand is still swollen, bandaged, and your knuckles have started getting irritated. Any doctor would have told you the same thing Michael did; your wrist is sprained and you need to rest your hand, which means that work is off the table. 

You know you’re going to use up all of your sick days if you keep going like this, but at this point, there are no worries on your mind. None but one, and that is your sister. Okay, maybe you’re overthinking about a little more than that, but you refuse to acknowledge that or you will drive yourself crazy.

At least Michael’s house smells like safety. You can’t describe it, but the comfort his scent engulfs you in makes this a little easier, even with the separation anxiety eating you alive like a flesh-eating amoeba.

“Hey,” his soft voice brings you back to reality. It has a bit of a scruff to it, but that’s what makes him so attractive.

The bed dips before you, and you look at him with red eyes. “Are you gonna be alright?” Michael asks, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek. “I could call the solicitor and tell her I’ve changed my mind, that I can’t do it today, I…”

You shake your head. The last thing you want is for him to put you over getting his daughter back. The truth about your past, then Jamie’s death, and now the revelation with Frank and Amanda messed with both of your lives, and God knows what else happened in the time you were at work. 

The things Michael threw in Frank’s sounded so serious, you can’t imagine that he has fully forgotten them just because of this one appointment. There seems to be more to it, even, and that scares you. It scares you that he’s going through hell and now he’s going through yours too. And you’re forced to go through his, thanks to his family and your inability to stay away.

You have an inkling, but you don’t like what it is telling you, not one bit. You know Michael, and you know how easily he could be pushed to a point where he would do just about anything for the people he cares about. It’s a terrifying prospect that you could lose him.

You shake it off. You’ve already done enough stupid things for the time being. You can’t do this alone anymore, and you don’t have to.

“Go,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll manage. Don’t put your future with Anna at risk just because of me. It’s not worth it.”

Michael’s eyes soften. “Yer always worth it, that’s not–”

“No. Not this time.”

He sighs. “We’ll talk about how to keep your sister safe once I’m back, alright?” It sounds like a compromise. “Just don’t do anythin’ rash ‘til I’m back,” he says.

“I know,” you answer.

“Promise me.”

You open your mouth. An exasperated sigh slips your lips, and he gives you an incredulous look. “Okay, fine,” you cave. “I promise. I won’t do anything rash until you’re back.”

You’re not sure how you’re going to keep it, but he’s right. You can’t do anything rash or you will risk a lot more than your sister’s safety. She’s the most important thing in your life, above all else, and if you put her at risk just because you’re impatient and drowning in your concern… You wouldn’t be able to forgive yourself.

“I’ll be back in a few hours.” Michael leans forward and presses a kiss on your forehead.

You close your eyes and lean into his touch. “I love you,” you whisper. 

He smiles right back at you. “You too.”

Michael checks his appearance a few more times in the mirror, and you can tell he’s nervous. He rechecks every document twice, and he repeats every question he prepared himself for in his head. 

You want to lift him up, but you’re too low to say anything supportive other than what you feel for him. You hope it’s enough, but you feel useless and numb, and the state you’re in is a horrible middle space between being an exhausted mess and being on high alert. But most of all, the fear never leaves your bones. It has manifested and it’s eating away at your soul. 

“After our fight,” you speak up, “I, uh, called the inspector on the case of my sister’s death six years ago.”

He deserves to know.

Michael stops in his tracks and turns to you. “And?” he asks. 

You shrug. “I was redirected to Scotland Yard’s official hotline, and the front desk lady told me she would pass my message along, but…” With a defeated sigh, you lower your head and shake it. “He didn’t call me back.”

Michael purses his lips. He’s not mad, you can tell. He probably would have done the same in your position. You took the only road you thought could help you, but it ended up being a dead end, after all. Or maybe you missed something crucial.

“Maybe he’ll call today,” he says almost hopefully. “If he’s anythin’ like ya said, he’ll call eventually. Maybe he’s just… swamped.”

“Or maybe he can’t help me.”

“I’m not going to lie to you.”

You want to kiss him just for that.

“So,” he says, “him not wanting to help or be associated with this case again is somethin’ we need to consider.”

You nod along. He’s right. It’s possible. The truth hurts, but at least it’s true.

Wiping your dry cheeks to prevent yourself from actually crying, you clear the lump in your throat. “Well, regardless, I need to pick up the file,” you add, your voice stronger this time. 

He shakes his head. “We can do that once I’m back, alright? Yer not goin’ anywhere without me.”

You don’t have the strength to protest. Michael kisses you again. “Good girl,” he says. 

When he turns to leave, you hug him for a little longer than necessary. He rubs your back, knowing it’s hard for you to let him go, but he has to leave. You understand now why he was so clingy the other day, and it hurts to watch him walk out the door and down the street, disappearing out of your sight, and you lock the door the way he told you to. 

Against what your brain tells you, you don’t go back to bed. You make yourself a nice cup of coffee and find some toast in the cupboard to make yourself some breakfast, and you force yourself to swallow a few bites for your upset stomach. Maybe that will give you a clear mind. 

You spend a few minutes sitting in the backyard, staring out into nature. Every once in a while, you peek over at Jimmy and Amanda’s house. It seems so deserted. You wonder if they fought after you punched her. 

Michael and Jimmy don’t seem all too close, but they’re still brothers, and Michael seems to see something in him that you don’t. You don’t need to understand it. 

You busy yourself with cleaning for a while. Just as you’re scrubbing the stove, you catch something from the corner of your eye. Your peripheral vision picks up on a silhouette close to the bushes that adorn the sides of Michael’s driveway. 

She’s concealed halfway by your car, but you catch a glimpse of the girl’s face that is staring directly into the house, and when she meets your eyes, she gasps and bolts.

Anna. 

You know Michael has secretly been watching her just to get a chance to see her, even if it’s from afar. You never expected Anna to come to the house herself.

She was still little when he went to prison and she must be more than curious, but also a little angry because she probably doesn’t know or understand the full truth behind her mother’s death yet. She’s a child, but she’s not stupid.

You open the front door and storm out of the house. You call out, “Anna?” But upon hearing her name, the girl runs faster, and soon enough she has disappeared around the corner in her school uniform.

You sigh. Whether or not you will tell Michael about this depends on how his meeting goes. Now that she saw you, what must she think? Knowing her father whom she hasn’t seen for eight years has a strange woman standing in his kitchen and cleaning it like a mad woman. 

By opening the blinds to let in some light, you might have just screwed up in the eyes of a teenage girl and Michael’s daughter, and that fills you with dread because you don’t know if he’s going to process the truth in the way you want him to. 

Locking the door behind you again, you draw the blinds closed and return to angrily scrubbing the stove, making the pain in your injured hand worse without even using it, but at least it makes you feel something other than the gaping emptiness deep within your soul. It keeps you from going crazy. 

Suddenly, there’s a knock on the very door that you just closed. Startled, you turn around. Goosebumps form on your skin. For a second, you consider what to do. Should you go upstairs and hide? Should you call Michael? Should you grab a knife or the gun behind the fridge? 

You move toward the front door, your steps careful and calculated. The knocking intensifies. You can feel yourself quivering in the fuzzy socks you’re wearing.

Then, you hear a faint voice call out your name, and you can see Frank peeking in through the kitchen window. He waves at you as if he can see you through the slits in the blinds. You hold your breath. 

“I know you’re in there!” he calls out for you. “I just wanna talk.” There is a pause, and you stand there completely paralyzed until he adds, “It’s about yer sister.”

Your feet carry you the rest of the way to the door and you open it enough to look outside. 

“What do you want, Frank?” you snap. “Do you get off on harassing innocent people? Or are you just that stupid?”

He looks at you, and… is that guilt in his eyes? You don’t want to believe it. The audacity he has to show up here and look like that. He’s cruel, he’s vile, he is an asshole and he doesn’t deserve your attention. But he mentioned your sister. After what happened the day before, he knows that you would jump at the mere mention, and that is how he gets you. 

“I just wanna talk,” he repeats. “Please.”

“Michael’s not here,” you say. You have to stand your ground. He’s doing this on purpose. He has to be. This man is capable of unspeakable things. 

If Michael knew, heads would roll. 

“I’m not here to talk to Michael, I told ya. I’m here because o’ you.”

You let out an exasperated sigh. You shouldn’t, you know that you shouldn’t, but your body acts without listening to your common sense. You open the door just enough to let him inside. 

This is about Maya, you tell yourself. Whatever he has to say could be important. And you can’t say no to the man who threatened her once before. He is the reason she might be in grave danger. So, whatever he knows, as small as it might seem could help prevent any further damage. And if he’s lying, you can still grab the gun behind the fridge and put an end to this disgusting excuse of a human being. 

“Thanks,” Frank throws your way as he steps in, almost as if you’re friends, and you hate that he carries himself with that godawful, confidence-secreting attitude. 

Does he not realize what he did? Michael threatened him with a gun and this is how he walks around, with his hair styled and an almost sly smile on his face—it’s just a hint, but it counts, and it makes you feral. 

He stands in the kitchen, turning to you. You stand across from him, arms crossed and waiting for him to make a move. You won’t offer him a drink, that’s for sure. 

He lets out a long breath eventually, pulling something from his backpocket. You flinch at the sudden movement of his hand, and he lifts them almost as if to reassure you that he isn’t a threat. But to you, he is everything bad and more. You hate him in a way you ever only thought you could hate one person, even though it’s a different kind of hatred nonetheless. 

Frank pulls out a small envelope, looking down at it for a moment before slowly extending it to you. You frown at him. He insists you take it, but you’re not sure if you want to see the contents. 

“Open it,” he encourages you. 

You roll your eyes, reaching for the envelope. The paper feels thin under your fingers, almost rough and worn. It’s barely closed. You only have to pull a little to open it, and when you look inside, you can tell there is a series of pictures waiting for you. You shoot Frank a glare. 

“What’s this?” you ask as you take the photographs out of the envelope. 

“It’s the pictures my men took of your sister,” he answers. 

You stop. “What?!” Your voice echoes. The house isn’t even that big, but you are loud enough for the sound to carry. 

“Relax–” 

“Relax? You had my sister followed and now you come here after deliberately putting her in danger, telling me to relax? How sick can you possibly be?!”

“They’re the pictures I was plannin’ to have sent to ya so you’d leave Michael alone. I told my men to back off. I promised tha. I don’t like being threatened,” he says. “They’re the only photographs left of her. Swear to God. It’s done. It’s over. Nothin’ more to worry about, alright? So… relax.”

His voice holds a certain edge as if your anger is somehow annoying to him and not at all justified, and only for that you want to use your healthy fist to hit him.

No, you won’t fall for it. You see a glimpse of humanity, but you refuse to let it blind you. People like him know how to fool someone in a crisis like you, and they use that vulnerability to their advantage. 

You take out the photographs he gave you. He’s right, it is Maya. Your little sister, all alone and vulnerable. It’s so different to see her walking the streets of London after school, hanging out with the few friends she has, and–

You stop. The last picture has your father in it. The look in his eyes resembles death. He smiles at your weak mother, but there is nothing but evil in his eyes. You can see that he has no soul, he never had one. It makes your stomach churn. 

“You’re lying,” you say, but your voice is barely above a whisper. “This was never supposed to happen.”

“Believe me or not, but it’s done,” Frank repeats. “They won’t hurt her, and for the record, I was never plannin’ on havin’ her hurt anyway, but after what you said about your father… You know, we can help–”

“Don’t even start,” you cut him off. “You had men follow my sister and put her in danger because you didn’t think. You were dissatisfied with Michael choosing himself over your twisted family for once in his godforsaken life, and you were ready to let it out on an innocent child you didn’t know instead of taking it up with me. That makes you as much of an asshole as my bastard of a father, and I’ve encountered many people in my life. You threatened me and my sister and that is not something I can just forgive. So forgive me for not trusting you, but you have done nothing to earn it.”

He nods slowly, processing your words and agreeing, “Yer right. For what it’s worth, I’m…” And he struggles to say it. “Sorry,” he says. 

You stare at the pictures, then back at Frank. Tears of frustration and pure rage form in your eyes, and they already start pricking at the corners. “Get out,” you say, trying to stay calm. 

“C’mon now, let’s not make such a big deal out of it. You know that ya have your own problems and that you’re not ready for what this family brings with it. I just wanted to protect us. I only hurt those that need t’be hurt, not innocent children.”

The urge to punch him grows with every passing second. Every word in your head makes less and less sense as you start losing sight of what’s most important. You want to give in to your anger. You want to be selfish. 

But you can’t. You can’t allow yourself to give in. This is not who you are. And Maya wouldn’t want you to lose sight of that as much as she wouldn’t want you to lose sight of her. 

“You already hurt her,” you say.

“I didn’t. She’s alive. She’s no longer being followed, and your father has no fuckin’ clue ‘cause my men aren’t that stupid. What more do ya need?”

“Frank,” you spit his name like a snake would dig her teeth into its victim. You’re inching closer to the point of disaster. “I’m going to ask you nicely,” you say, “even though you don’t deserve any bit of my kindness. Get the fuck out of this house or I swear to God, I will make use of the gun Michael keeps around here and shoot your cock off!”

Instead of cowering in fear at your tone, Frank only smirks. He looks surprised, impressed even, but not scared. At this point, you’re boiling like a tea kettle on a gas stove.

“I was wrong ‘bout you,” he says. The sound of impress is laced in every vibration of his vocal cords. 

You stretch the fingers of your uninjured hand. He needs to get out. Now. 

“If you don’t get out, I will call Michael right now and tell him you harassed me.” It’s your last straw. He doesn’t respect you, so maybe he will respect the man that already bashed his head in. 

The next time he comes face to face with him, you know he won’t be as merciful. 

You pull out your phone. “I’m sure he’d love to hear what you had to say to me, word for word.” You unlock it and select your boyfriend’s contact at the top of the list. “I have a very good memory, you must know. I can remember conversations pretty vividly.”

Of course, it works immediately. Frank’s face falls. As soon as you mention Michael and the possibility of telling him every last word that was passed between you in the past five minutes, he takes a step toward the door. 

“Take care of yourself,” Frank tells you, and you have never been so relieved to watch someone walk away from you as you are now. 

You’re quick to lock the door behind him, letting out the breath you had been holding before, and your entire body quivers as you sink to the floor with the photographs in hand. The tears start streaming down your cheeks as the helplessness of your situation settles in. 

You’re not sure where to go from here, and it is terrifying. 

How much longer can you hold on before everything around you, including the people you love, turns into ashes in front of your very eyes? 

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[antivan-dragon]

♡ line 10 / setting 1 / nsfw ♡

Here, my luuuuuv. I hope you like it! Thanks for the ask!

Line 10. I've seen the way you look at me when you think I don't notice.

Setting 1. Bunker

+18/MDNI

*Gif not mine

Warning: NSFW, unprotected sex, fingering, cunnilingus, private/lieutenant, F!Reader, explicit language (a bit)

It's been three days now you're stuck in that damn bunker. Bravo Team messed up with the wrong people and now you're hiding underground, waiting for Laswell who fixes things. You have all the necessities to survive but the boredom is killing all of you and, moreover, being h24 with your obsession won't help.

You've finished your eight minutes shower to save as much water as possible and you're about to close up in your cabin when Ghost prevents it by pushing the door gently.

“Private (y/n), a word.” He says getting in and closing the door behind him.

You don't complain even if you have to hold the shameful embarrassment to be in a very small space with your Lieutenant.

“What can I do for you, sir?”

He takes a moment to answer, scanning your whole body covered by the army green t-shirt and the military trousers, deciding how to proceed to find out what he needs.

“Sir?” Ghost moves his eyes somewhere else for a moment as if he came back to reality.

“I wanted to see how's going, it's a shitty situation for all of us.”

You nod. “It is, sir, but I don't complain. We're prepared for this kind of... shit.”

He slightly nods, moving a step ahead to get closer to you. Instinctively, you lower your glance but you don't move a muscle. You can assume he's testing you but you could be wrong as well.

“I've seen the way you look at me when you think I don't notice.” He says with a low voice.

You look up to meet his inquisitive eyes.

“Am I wrong?” He says analyzing your shocked expression.

Your lips spread apart to answer but it seems like an endless time before your voice goes out.

“No... Sir... You're not wrong.”

“Would you like me to stay for a while?” He asks then.

A burst of warmth crawls into your stomach as you blush. You're not able to hold his look, your eyes drop right in front of you, meeting his dog tags resting over his pecs.

He can see your disorientation and he doesn't want to put you in an uncomfortable position.

“My apologies, Private, I must have been mistaken. Please, forget what happened.”

He's about to leave when you call him back.

“Sir...”

You take off your t-shirt, his eyes fall over your naked breast, your dog tags dangling right in the center of your chest.

“Would you like to stay for a while?” You ask without hesitation.

He comes back to you, taking off his long-sleeves t-shirt and pulling up his mask enough to show just his mouth. You're prepared to be smashed against the wall behind you but the Lieutenant prefers to hold you onto him, bending over to kiss you with gentleness. Your hands slip around his neck and his nape while your buttocks fit perfectly into his hands.

It's not a violent kiss, but full of desire anyway. Ghost is scared to hurt you so he lets you be in charge to know what you want, but when he feels your hand stroking eagerly his hard cock through his cargo pants, he almost loses control.

His mouth falls on your neck, biting the soft skin as he tries to focus. “You better take it easy, Private.” He says against your neck.

“Why?” A tiny smirk appears on your face.

He suddenly stops to look over your teasing face.

“Wanna play rough, uh?”

Watching his lips saying those words without the fabric covering them is something that turns you on instantly. However, you don't have time to reply since Ghost already threw you on the camp bed next to you.

You make a squeak in surprise and he kneels over you to take off your boots and pants. “You better be quiet, hun. We're not alone down here.”

“Make me...” You whisper with a smile.

He throws away your pants, visibly shocked by your insolence.

“I’m still your Lieutenant.”

“Make me... Sir.” You repeat.

At those words, his cock throbs into his boxer pants as he removes your panties in a blink of an eye. He spreads your legs gently and he stares into your eyes while he bends to reach your cunt. His tongue slips easily through your labia since you're already wet.

You take a deep breath in the first contact but the more he eats you, sucking and liking your clit, the more your heavy breath turns into soft moans.

He stops. “Quiet, Private.”

When he resumes his torture between your legs, you bite your lower lip to hold your voice into your throat but it's damn hard. Ghost increases the pleasure by sinking his long fingers into you, reaching the right spot without problems.

You arch your back, moving your cunt against his mouth without control. A couple of loud moan escape right before taking the pillow and pushing your face onto it.

He stops just to free his cock, sinking into you easily while his thumb resumes the torture over your clit. His free hand grabs your hip hard as he can't hold back some hard thrust, feeling your cunt so good.

“Fuck...” He whispers.

You're a view at that moment, all spread for him, and your breast bounces under his pace. Your desperate expression meets his half-masked face and you outstretch a hand to grab his dog tags, forcing him to go down to you.

The making out is a mess since your bodies increase the speed of the fuck.

When you cum, your thighs wrap around his hips with strength as your fingernails sink into the flesh of his back. You shut your eyes, opening wide your mouth, and struggle to hold a loud moan.

“Hush...” He barely whispers against your mouth.

He can feel your cunt stiffening around his cock, it's so tight he almost cums into you.

“Fucking Chr...” Regretfully, he slips outside you to cum on your belly and your tits. He keeps stroking himself even when he releases the last few drops of seed over you.

You both need a long moment to catch your breath but he kindly helps you to clean up.

“Private...”

“Sir...”

You greet each other as if it's the first time you see each other. You chuckle and he gives you a tiny smile that you record in your mind for the rest of your life.

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[randomperson99sworld]

Ruffled Feathers 🪶

~ Part 54 ~

Summary: Julia Morgan, Bobby's niece, has always been a royal thorn in Dean Winchesters ass since the day they met 1 year ago at Bobby's memorial. She wants to be a hunter, he thinks she's a dumb kid playing dress up. Will she always be seen as an unwanted load in Dean's eyes or will he see something more?

Warnings: Age gap, language, sexual themes (used lightly), physics abuse (Not from Dean).

Word Count: 1,543

A/N: Ugh, don’t you just love them? This is the last chapter guys! But don’t worry, I have a few bonus ones for you :) I’ll be posting them tomorrow sometime. I hope you guys have enjoyed the story! Stated as always, this story is cross posted on Wattpad. Happy reading! ♥️

The days had blurred together since their conversation in the car. Dean had done everything he could to keep Julia comfortable, giving her space when she needed it and staying close when she wanted company. He was at a loss for what else he could do, feeling like all the fixes he usually had for things didn't apply to this. But then, one morning, while sipping his coffee and flipping through the local paper out of habit, something caught his eye.

A small ad in the classifieds section:

"Border Collie, 2 years old, needs a new home. Owner is ill and can no longer care for him. Great with people, fully trained. Name is Buddy. Call if interested."

Dean paused, rereading the ad. A dog. He remembered Julia mentioning once, long ago, that she had always wanted a border collie when she was a kid. It was a fleeting comment, made in passing while they'd been driving to a hunt, but it stuck with him. Now, with everything that had happened, maybe... just maybe, this could bring some light back into her life.

He didn't waste any time. Dean dialed the number in the ad, spoke with the elderly woman who could no longer care for the dog, and within a few hours, he was driving over to meet Buddy.

Buddy was perfect. He was full of energy, his tail wagging as soon as he saw Dean, and Dean couldn't help but smile at the dog's enthusiasm. He loaded up Buddy, bought all the essentials—dog food, leash, toys, a water bowl, a food bowl, even a bed for him. By the time he pulled into the driveway, he could feel a sense of hope brewing in his chest.

Dean unlocked the front door and let Buddy inside, who immediately sniffed around the place, getting used to his new environment. Julia was upstairs, probably resting, so Dean decided to let Buddy explore while he set up the food and water bowls in the kitchen.

He was just about to call her down when she appeared at the top of the stairs, looking a little confused.

"Dean? What's going on?" she asked softly.

Dean turned, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Come down here. I want to show you something."

Julia walked down the stairs cautiously, her eyes scanning the living room. Then she saw him—Buddy, sitting patiently by Dean's side, his tail wagging slightly as he looked up at her with big, brown eyes.

Julia's eyes widened. "Dean... is that...?"

"His name's Buddy," Dean said, stepping aside to let her approach. "He needed a new home, and I thought... maybe you two could help each other out."

Julia stared at the dog for a moment, processing what was happening. Then, slowly, she knelt down in front of Buddy, extending her hand toward him. Buddy sniffed her hand, then licked it, his tail wagging harder now.

For the first time in almost two weeks, a real smile spread across Julia's face. It was small, but it was there—genuine, warm, and for a brief second, Dean saw a flicker of the old Julia.

"He's... perfect," she whispered, running her fingers through Buddy's fur. "I've always wanted a border collie."

Dean leaned against the counter, arms crossed, watching the two of them. "Yeah, I know. Figured it was about time you got one."

Julia looked up at him, tears brimming in her eyes—not from sadness this time, but from something else. Gratitude, maybe. Hope.

"Thank you, Dean," she said softly.

Dean gave her a nod, his heart swelling at the sight of her finally finding a little bit of joy again. "Anything for you, Jules."

Buddy nudged her hand, clearly enjoying the attention, and Julia let out a small laugh—an honest, unguarded sound. Dean couldn't help but grin. This was exactly what she needed, and maybe it was exactly what he needed too. A little reminder that life could still have moments of happiness, even after all the darkness they'd been through.

For the first time in a while, it felt like things were starting to turn around. Dean could see the light coming back into her eyes, little by little. And maybe, just maybe, they could both start healing.

As Julia continued petting Buddy, Dean quietly moved to set up the rest of the things he bought—dog food in the pantry, the leash hanging by their keys, toys scattered around the living room, a cozy bed in the corner. When he turned back to look at Julia, she was sitting on the floor, Buddy curled up beside her, his head resting in her lap.

Dean felt like everything might just be okay.

As the evening wound down, Buddy had finally settled in, sleeping peacefully on his new bed in the corner of the room. Julia and Dean spent the rest of the night in quiet conversation, catching up on small things, talking about memories, and how she was starting to feel more like herself again. The lightness in her voice had returned, at least a little, and Dean couldn't stop stealing glances at her.

Eventually, it was time for bed. Julia stood up and stretched, giving Buddy one last pat on the head before heading toward their room. Dean followed close behind.

Once inside, the familiar warmth of their shared space brought a comforting sense of normalcy. Julia turned to face him, her smile soft and full of gratitude.

"Dean... thank you again for Buddy," she said, her voice sincere. "I didn't realize how much I needed him... you've done so much for me."

Dean smiled, stepping closer. "You don't have to thank me, Jules. I'd do anything to see you happy again."

For a moment, they stood there, gazing at each other. Julia reached up and touched Dean's face gently, her thumb brushing along his jaw. "You've always known what I needed, even when I didn't. I don't know how you do that."

Dean shrugged slightly, his voice low. "I just... I care about you. I always want to make sure you're okay."

The air between them shifted, something deeper and unspoken passing through the space. Julia's hand lingered on his cheek, and before either of them could think about it, their faces were close, breaths mingling in the quiet.

Dean leaned down, closing the gap, and kissed her softly. It started out gentle, slow, but there was a growing intensity between them—something that had been simmering under the surface since they got back from the bunker. Julia responded immediately, pressing her lips against his with more urgency, and Dean's arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer.

The kiss deepened, growing more passionate by the second. Dean's hands roamed over her back, feeling the familiar curve of her body, while Julia's fingers tangled in his hair. The tension that had been building over the past two weeks seemed to explode all at once, and without another word, they both knew where this was heading.

Not wanting her to rush back into things, Dean pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against hers, "You sure about this?"

Julia looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire but filled with certainty. "I'm sure," she whispered, her hands already moving to the hem of his shirt, tugging it upward.

That was all the encouragement Dean needed. He quickly shrugged out of his shirt, and Julia followed suit, shedding her clothes until they were both standing there, bare and vulnerable, but completely in tune with each other.

They moved to the bed, their bodies tangling together as they kissed again, more fervently this time. Dean's hands were everywhere—on her waist, her hips, her thighs—exploring every inch of her as if he couldn't get enough. Julia responded in kind, her fingers tracing over his skin, feeling the heat and strength of him beneath her touch.

It wasn't long before the intensity built to a point where neither of them could hold back any longer. Their breaths were ragged, hearts pounding as they finally gave in to the desire that had been simmering between them for so long.

They came together in a rush of heat and need, their bodies moving in sync, and for that moment, nothing else in the world mattered. Not the pain, not the loss, not the nightmares. Just them, together, finding solace and comfort in each other.

As they lay there afterward, their breathing slowly returning to normal, Dean held Julia close, his hand gently tracing lazy circles on her back. For the first time in what felt like forever, he felt... peaceful again. Like everything was right, even if just for tonight.

Julia nestled into his chest, her fingers resting lightly on his skin. "I love you, Dean," she whispered, her voice barely audible in the quiet of the room.

Dean tightened his hold on her, his heart swelling at her words. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, murmuring softly, "I love you too, Jules. More than anything."

And in that moment, as they lay together in the dark, everything felt like it was going to be okay.

[vadapega]

Rummaging through my old room I find this, a traditional flip note of Pantufa the Cat from 2011 or earlier, with rusty staples and, according to the numbers on the corner, missing frames.

For detailed ramblings of hidden memories this unlocked, click for more

I've always wanted to be an animator and, while I didn’t have the software or hardware for digital animation, I wanted to practice is as much as I could. This was the best I could put together at the age of 16.

I would do small scale animations at the edges of notebooks or draft ideas in comic form with notes before I knew what a Storyboard was. Back then I didn't even have a stable internet connection in the first place, this was around the time I had to share a PC with my older brother who would kick me out at any opportunity and hog the PC for the entire day, only letting me on at the last minute, where I would get an earful from my parents and be told to go to bed, it was a nightmare to do anything digitally...

The first drawing tablet I got was considered scrap the moment I got it for Christmas. No screen, wobbly inaccurate pen (can't draw a straight line without it looking like lightning), Silvercrest branded (basically, LIDL), it was as cheap as it could be but it was my introduction to "not using the mouse to draw" which it did not help with as even today revisiting it makes me want to draw with a mouse more.

Things were very strict and if something did what it needed to do, it didn't need to be replaced. "That's what I had been taught"If it ain't broke, don't fix it" was the motto for my family and that mentality stuck to me even to the present day. I still find myself using MSPaint for Pixelart or drawings, as spending for anything greater is hardwired in my brain as "unnecessary" or "wasteful", hell, I wasn't even allowed to spend money outside of school purchases such as at the cafeteria (they had a kickass card charging system which made the school I attended in Germany around 2016-2019 look medieval in comparison which is incredible since Portugal isn't the first thing you think of when it comes to technological advancements), so any money I would get for Christmas or birthdays was practically useless and I never learned to manage income. I would sometimes find my mom take the money off my piggy bank for groceries and other goods when she was running low, she didn't try to lie, she had no reason to.

Anything I can get for free is what I stick by and I'll only spend money if I absolutely have to or, more recently, if it benefited close friends in any way, as I've learned to have no regard for my own well being and should be ashamed for even considering it, others always take priority.

So when it comes to animation today, I have a "yar har" version of Toon Boom Studio 8.0 for bigger things (I've tried OpenToonz but it's very crash happy and I've lost hours of animation with it even with the backup and auto save features on, back in the day I had a a copy of Flash CS4 I grabbed from the school computers that I got to work after some tinkering and a well placed crack) and for Pixelart I just use Windows XP's MSPaint and abuse scroll-wheel and window resizing shenanigans to advance frames. I don't get much time to practice animation and I get easily excited to have a chance at it.

I'm under my own mental shackles at all times and that's not going to change, only further cemented by the elitist mindset the Sonic Hacking community and SRB2 had taught me, a mindset I regret adopting and one I catch myself going back to and feeling ashamed of every now and then, leading only to depressive episodes that are best left for a psychologist to deal with... should I ever find the opportunity to seek one without time and language barrier issues.

As the years go by and I find myself doing or just refining Pixelart than to do animated pieces, I've given up hope in being an animator in the foreseeable future, only dedicating animation to those done in private between friends, never allowing myself to clean up or refining it in any meaningful way unless asked for because I shouldn't. It's why I tend to ask for suggestions or characters to add for animations I plan to do, cause I don't want it to be for me, I want it to be for those I can make happy to see it.

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Before I hit "Post", a reminder that there are people much worse off than I am, these are just memories and 1st world problems and should be nobody's priority. Please support growing young artists and animators, they need it more than some washed up wanna-be animator that is known for nothing else but basic Sonic ROM hacks disguised to look impressive via a coat of MSPaint.

[firespirited]

One of the things that stuck with me the most from my breakdown was how easily I could leave.

Mentally i mean. Practically it'd be a big financial drain on my two roommates and significantly more careful budgeting for me.

I'm not just fine about living alone but relieved at not having to think of two other people first, more than okay with the solitude which would feel less lonely than the current setup. I lived for myself as a teen for a while and miss it at times.

Then there's the fact I was utterly unbothered by possessions including past work, collections, supplies.

My bed, Lily and internet access was all I wanted, almost looking forward to the fresh start.

It's like all of it is clothes that don't fit. The sense that it's been 'temporary', like when we used to move house often, somehow became a core process in me and I don't properly get attached. I still feel that detachment at times, like I'm staying over at someone else's place.

It wasn't just the stuff but the habits and tastes, they still feel temporary and unattached to my personality. When you consider this also applies to music I've listened to thousands of times over twenty years, feels like maybe that should be a disturbing concept.

Fact is , I was drowning before and am still unanchored and clinging on to wobbly bouees. This place and this stuff has felt more like 'home' than anything before but home never meant much to me. I've known more emotional safety in a car or a tent far from routines and comforts.

I got the bird's eye view of my life for a moment and can't really go back to normal. It's unsettling, like playing a role.

Always struggled with existing in this body, the inscrutable signals of interoception and then the alienating pain and exhaustion... So to be untethered to the rest of it felt like a natural extension of that general feeling.

I don't know how to ground myself and reintegrate this life, I've been dutifully sticking to schedules and chores but I haven't clicked into place. It's nothing as complicated as finding 'purpose' or whatever that means and yet I feel misaligned somehow, a screw that won't go in because the angle's all wrong and I don't know how to fix that.

[apomaro-mellow]

alright, i'm going to go ahead and made a rant post about this car situation just so i can get it out and put it to bed. I don't mind if yall wanna comment or whatever but after this I'm just done.

So we need to go back almost a year. My car at the time seemed to be on its last legs. There was a repair it needed that was going to cost like $1200 and I had already paid close to that amount just a few months prior for another repair. I didn't want to pay that again but was willing to save up until it was suggested that I start looking for another car.

I will give my dad props for this one and only thing. He held my hand during this process bc it was my first time. Every other car I had, had been gifted by my grandparents. This was my first time shopping for one. Now it gets interesting bc instead of just getting rid of my old car, my grandparents were going to foot the $1200 bill anyway so that my brother could get it.

I felt iffy about that situation but figured it was for the best since I'd be getting a vehicle with no problems. The problem came about when he decided to drive it around and rack up tickets while MY name was still on the title (this cause my insurance premium to shoot thru the roof but thankfully i got it fixed). I literally had to escort my brother to the DMV to sort out all the paperwork and even THEN he took forever to actually change the plates so I was STILL getting tickets on my record and I had to be the one to go and take what were still my license plates off the car.

This could have potentially been an asshole move, bc I had no idea where his new plates were, but that's not my responsibility. Lucky for him, the new plates were where? In the car, bc he never did anything with them after our DMV appointment. This all occurred in summer/fall 2023.

Then in December, he starts having problems with that car. It even stops on him a couple of times. There is talks of him getting another one. Just like me, all of his (many) previous cars were gifts from our grandparents. I should have probably said earlier but these are all USED cars. We're not getting brand new ones, but still, good condition that we've never had to pay a cent for.

It's also worth mentioning that in the like....six months my brother has had my old car he got hundreds of dollars worth of tickets. Not a single one he paid on his own. Either I took care of it bc they were in my name and he's literally gone to court for not paying, or my dad has paid. But I feel like I'm digressing.

About last week, he curses out my mom because she asks him to *checks notes* receive his infant child when his baby mama drops her off. Apparently that was disagreeable and he cursed her out on the phone, then later to her face when she got home. The part that stuck out in his rant to me was that no one in our family had ever done anything for him. I think just from what I've stated above, it's pretty obvious to see that's false.

So whyyyyyyy

Why why why

After that breakdown, my dad and grandparents thought "Let's just give him another car"?

It is exhausting to see the same thing happen again and again. But this time kind of burned me bad because he got the exact same car that I have. The one I had to shop for. The one I had to visit sellers for. The one I am currently on the hook for a $10,000 loan with like 15% interest. My mother told me this was the case but I didn't actually see the car until this morning.

Here's where I give my dad the benefit of the doubt a single time: It's a common car, dealers have a ton of them, it's probably still an attractive price range. And that's the end of it.

But what I see, is that I can do everything I was told to do: do well in school, get a degree, get a job, start building my career. And it gets me virtually the same as if I did none of those things and on top of it disrespected my parents to their faces.

Like really, why am I working so hard? If doing what I do gets me the same as a foul mouthed, lazy ass, ungrateful son who's shackin up with the most frustrating baby mama in the world then what the hell is this all for anyway?

[madamebaggio]

Notes: Previously...

It's short, but it's here. I'm still working on the last chapter of "Those Stark boys", but I've decided I could post something to encourage myself ;)

***

Chapter 3

Was it strange that Sansa’s first desire upon hearing her husband’s voice was to bash his head in?

As soon as he opened that ridiculous smirk and said ‘Hello, wife’, she wished she could just hit him with a blunt object. Multiple times.

“Husband.” She’d replied dryly, but her tone seemed to have no effect on him. He continued to grin like a simpleton. “I have some food for you.” She looked him up and down. “And a bath. You might want to start there.”

He chuckled, like she’d said something charming. “Whatever my wife wishes.” He decided. “So bath first.”

Sansa gave him a look full of suspicion. “I have clean clothes for you as well.”

“Clean clothes.” He sighed. “I have barely arrived and you are spoiling me already.”

Oh great. Her husband had gone mad during the war.

***

Sansa gave Arthur a wide berth after he went to have his bath. She sent other people to help him, then sent him food, then pretended she had more things to do before finally going up to their chambers.

She found him sitting on the bed, clean, with his hair cut and beard in better conditions.

Sansa hadn’t really thought about it before, but her husband was somewhat handsome, if one liked the type.

“Oh, there you are.” He grinned at her. “Thank you for the clothes and the food.”

She just nodded at him.

His grin lost a bit of its strength, but he didn’t give up. “It has been a while, Sansa.”

She held in a scoff. “You could say that.” She looked around. “Should I undress now?”

That managed to shock him, and she almost grinned at his stupid face. “I beg… What?”

“Should I undress?” She repeated. “Do you want to bed me tonight?”

***

Well, that was romantic.

Then again, he probably deserved that.

“No.” He said carefully. “I am quite tired.” Should he say ‘thank you for offering’?

The relief in her face was a punch to the gut. Honestly, she couldn’t have made it any clearer that the idea of sleeping with him was unappealing to her.

He had to give it to her… That was probably his fault.

He’d made a mess of their wedding night, and he felt shame just remembering about it. He could only imagine what she felt when she thought about it.

Arthur really needed to do something about that. He didn’t want his wife to dread every time he touched her.

“We do not know each other well, Sansa.” He told her simply. “I wish we could fix that. Especially because you are stuck with me, so…” He gave her what he hoped was a charming smile.

She narrowed her eyes, as if she wasn’t sure she could trust him all that much. “Of course.”

“I rode the whole day to get here, and I am tired. So why don’t we sleep early today, and tomorrow we start this again?” He suggested. “You can tell me how is Londinium, and we can figure out how things will be going forward.” He cleared his throat. “What do you think?”

Bedivere would be so proud if he could see him being diplomatic.

“That sounds agreeable.” Sansa finally nodded.

“Excellent.” He said, happy to end this conversation.

Oh Gods… This was going to be hard.

**

Arthur might not be the brightest man out there, but he always thought he was reasonably smart.

He was starting to reconsider that notion,

Had his wife always been that pretty?

When he woke up that morning, Sansa was still asleep next to him. It was the first time he’d taken a moment to properly look at her.

And wasn’t that a travesty?

He’d been married to this woman for three years, and never before he’d noticed what he had that morning. The curve of her lips, the lines of her face, the lovileness of her skin.

He did know she was somewhat pretty, but it’d never occurred ot him how pretty until that morning.

And she hated him.

Which brought him to the person he was looking for that morning.

“Arthur!” Kay hugged him, smiling beautifully. “I heard you arrived yesterday. I am so happy to see you.”

“Yes, me too and all…” He ignored her snort. “I really need help.”

She smirked. “Let me guess. The wife is not happy.”

“She isn’t. How fucked am I?”

“Oh darling… Very fucked indeed.”

Great. Just what he needed.