#like i mean i knew why beforehand ofc

[shidoukanae]

i love reading the official translations of TME because there gets to be so much additional context and nuance added that i couldn't pick up in a rough translation and it absolutely still bamboozles me how deep this story continues to go

like what do you mean there's now an insinuation Lyla was forced to call "Lyla" into this world? What do you mean Daniel implies there's still another facet of Lyla's past that's been completely unexplored? Does Lyla know about "The Voice"? Does she know something about Helene that forced her to summon The Voice in order to protect Helene? Who let Lyla know this information? Did she hear "Lyla's" voice too and decide it was necessary to bring her to this world?

Hell, I thought Lyla magic overloaded because she got so overwhelmed by the grief of her personal realization Helene, the last person she has left, turned against her. But nope! The implication is that Lyla purposely magic overloaded herself for unknown reasons, probably aware of the fact her soul would switch with someone more capable of protecting Helene, I'm presuming?

Which if so,,, oh,,, oh no,,,,

Why do i get the feeling that knowing that information is going to be the only thing that stops Helene from hurting "Lyla" once she realizes "Lyla" isn't her real sister? The angst potential,,,, god,,,,,,,, i LOVE this story so freaking much

[mountkennedie]

Straggler

Kili Durin x human!reader

Summary: An au where everyone lives happily in erebor and kili is in love with you (lucky)

Warnings: ONLY TWO uses of y/n, and fluff ofc

A.N. i love kili and he loves me tbh.

Bagginshield mention lol.

Also: -ê khi love: my one love and Ghivashel: treasure of all treasures

Kili is 4'8, Reader is around 5'4

"You look beautiful in the sunlight," the dwarf beside you said. You jumped, you swore when you left this morning, and you didn't have any stragglers. However, here you are, with Kili Durin on your tracks. You weren't going to lie, you enjoyed the princes company, if only he gave you a warning beforehand.

You all had been thriving in Erebor upon a year now. Now that things had settled and riches distributed, everyone was able to return to a simpler life. Ori began exploring crochet after mastering knit. You enjoyed going on walks around the mountain, and Kili enjoyed you.

You looked down to him and furrowed your eyebrows, unsure if you heard what you thought you did. "I said um," he began to look sheepish, "you look beautiful in the sunlight, Y/n."

"Thank you," you bowed your head in appreciation, then began to continue your stroll when he said, "Wait!" He grasped your forearm, "may I join you this morning?" He gave you a warm smile in addition to the sweet eyes you could hardly resist.

"You already are KIli," I told him, returning the smile. "But sure, why not." He wasted no time in meeting you at your side. "I really love the view," your gaze followed over the trees and valleys and into the overwhelming beauty of Middle Earth. After being on the year-long quest and exhausting final battle, you can finally appreciate the scenery you're surrounded with. It sends waves of peace over you that you only wish to bask in until the end of time.

"So do I," he whispered. But instead of looking at the young rising sun over the horizon, his gaze on you didn't falter. To an onlooker, it would look as if his sight upon you had grown more intense.

You, of course, noticed this. "Kili, I'm serious!" You playfully shoved him to the side. You let laughter spill from your lips, and he joined you. You paced forward slowly, "you know... would you ever like to see it all?" Your voice matched your vision, very distant.

"All..?" He asked you whilst meeting your speed.

"Of middle earth. Would you ever want to see the entirety of our world?" You spoke quietly, thinking of how you would answer that question. In all honesty, you would. But not for a long time. You needed a couple of years before venturing on your next quest, and with the knowledge you now know, you would not want to go alone.

"I see the entirety of my world every day," he spoke softly. He stopped walking and looked at you. You halted and looked at him. He had a gentle smile on his face. Crossing the short distance, you stood before him.

"Must you always be a flirt?"

Looking up into your eyes, "I must," he mused.

"And why is that, Kili?"

"Y/n, -ê khi love, I think you know," he took your hand in his. He held you like you were the rarest treasure, and for how he was looking in your eyes, to him you were.

"Kili..." You were speechless. His eyes were studying every movement your face made, trying to learn as much as possible about what you were thinking. But you saved him the trouble, "amrâlimê." You had so desperately wanted to give that name to him. You smiled so brightly, and he returned it. It was debatable who out shined the other.

"Really?" He couldn't contain the excitement he felt inside. All the talks with his uncles about how properly court had finally paid off. He knew he needed to meet with Thorin and Bilbo as soon as possible, but it could still wait until he completed the courting tradition.

"So does that mean we'd give each other the braids?" You felt like a child for asking that question, but being human, this was new to you. Thorin had conveniently told about the practice yesterday.

"It does! It does, indeed." He reached back and released his shiny brunette hair for the silver clip he had installed and turned his back to you. You don't think you've ever seen him so eager. Upon picking up some strands, you heard your lover sigh deeply. If only you were a dwarf, to fully understand this significance. You've noticed Fili's braids. Maybe he's waiting on his turn since.

When you finish the braid, you let your fingers run through the rest of his locs, as if hypnotized. He turned to look at you, tears in his eyes. His hand took yours and placed a lingering kiss on the back of it. He did not break eye contact during the small gesture, and it sent waves of emotion through you. "Your turn, ghivashel."

His gentle tone woke you from your thoughts. You gasped a little and smiled. You turned your back to him and sucked in a breath, beyond excited to receive a braid of your own.

After finishing his portion, you hear Kili release an uneven breath. You turn around to see him with tears in his eyes. You don't ever think you have been gazed upon in such a way as he is gazing now. Eyes wet with tears, but full of passion and love that could never be shown to anyone other than his One.

You held his face in your hands and looked deep into those eyes. He leaned his forehead up to rest against yours, and you closed the gap. The feeling surging between the two of you could never be measured. Without a word, you both aimed for each others lips, a final collision to seal tradition.

It was languid and slow but full of life. Pulling away, you both looked each other in the eyes. "If only I could tell you how many nights I've laid awake... waiting for this moment, -ê khi love." His eyes looked over your face as if taking it all in for the first time. Not getting enough of every inch it crossed over.

"You will never have to wait again."

[l-in-the-light]

The most embarrassing series of posts about Lawlu you will ever read: edition post-Punk Hazard (part 4)

This one will definitely live up to it's title. The "love is a hurricane" tale continues~

Luffy again showing interest in what Torao is doing. This is already like third time he shows his unusual interest in him (and it will happen a couple more times in this post as well). He really wants to know more about him. Despite the fact he's usually sleeping through backstories of his own crewmates, like Nami. His unusual interest isn't because he doubts Law, we already know he deeply believes him to be a good person. No, this scene exists purely to show us how big and special interest Luffy has for Law. Luffy is also a bit concerned here, we saw the switch happen in Punk Hazard, from now on Luffy will also worry back for Law.

Someone's trolling Luffy here and it's not Usopp, lol. I wonder if this is how Law was as an older brother to Lammy, telling her fake tales just for amusement. He's a teasing older brother type, isn't he? And now all of that is directed towards Luffy. That's so sweet.

Luffy, you were supposed to tell them before, why are you telling them only now?! Take things a bit more seriously!

Law though is so displeased. Not only a hand was slammed into his arm (he secretly liked it despite everything), he was told to get along (he doesn't want to!), and Luffy disappointed him for not sharing about the alliance before.

But let's stop at the "get along" complaint for a bit. Luffy, you goofhead, you didn't introduce Law to your crew?? (and please, don't you know Luffy, ofc Luffy didn't do it "offscreen", this is Luffy we're talking about! He doesn't do introductions! At all!) Poor Law doesn't know their names! How is he supposed to get along with them?? You think Law would ask them about their names? Definitely not! Can you even imagine Law asking about anyone's name?? (yeah, I can't either lol) So to save up his face, he would have to utilize all that info he gathered beforehand (he already knew who they were all the way back at Sabaody after all!).

So he recognized Robin, Nami, Zoro, Sanji, Chopper (and so is able to call them by their names, tho it's worth noting Sanji being a special case and referred to by his title), but he didn't apparently know about Brook, Franky or Usopp (because they got called Bone-ya, Robo-ya and Nose-ya instead of their names+ya). Brook got recruited in Thriller Bark so there wasn't any wanted poster for him back then in Sabaody, so that's understandable. There was one for Franky already, but before timeskip Franky looked completely different so Law didn't recognize him. And...

wait for it...

He didn't recognize Sniperking as Usopp that's why he became "Nose-ya". Yes, the joke lives on! LOL.

Oh Luffy, you really don't make Law's life easier for him, do you? And this way Law got exposed that he did research a bit about the Strawhats before, enough to memorize them. (I mean not like Bartolomeo, but... but! It kinda looks a bit like that here, doesn't it).

Law will get back at Luffy in Zou for that, no worries. Now you will never see the "Law didn't introduce his crew" in any other light from now on, haha. It was a payback. Luffy didn't care tho lol.

You don't have to believe me on that one, but you can't really deny it does sound suspiciously consistent, doesn't it? :3

Law: Why is everyone telling me that?

Also Sanji, we appreciate it, but you're a little bit late with that warning there lol.

To be honest, I think Law is actually perfectly aware of that, but at the same time he wouldn't mind to be called a friend anyway. He only minds it now because he wants to keep his distance and not form any attachments on his way. And doing poor job at it too.

Luffy looks so happy sitting there next to Law, he looks like he's having the best time in his life. He's probably having a lot of ideas of what to do together with Law now that they're friends in alliance. (many of which would not be met with Law's enthusiasm probably lol).

Luffy: Did you just say dinner will happen 5 times a day from now on??

Luffy's level of excitement here is absolutely stunning. And one more thing very important to note: remember how Luffy usually acts when someone yaps a lot? He might for example ask Nami about something difficult, but quickly loses interest with the answer. He often sleeps through explanations. But here? Law's got his full attention! The one who is actually napping through this is Brook, not Luffy. Luffy thinks Torao is cool and he *wants* to listen to him.

Law, where are you looking? Clearly at your favourite Mugiwara-ya grinning over there. His eyes are always tracking Luffy.

A moment later Luffy turns to see Kin and Zoro fight. Do you all think he noticed Law staring at him right there? You two need to stop being so cute. I can't even believe Oda actually drew a scene like that in shonen, even if he didn't make it obvious. I mean, look at it, Luffy's eyes are shining, I bet their eyes met. I told you all that One Piece is a story about love. Omg I'm disgusted with how this scene tugs on my heart right now. To be fair, I'm not even the first person to notice that Law is staring at Luffy there, I saw people pointing it out before.

Luffy: Hey look Law, we're famous!!

Law: But ofc we are, what do you mean?

Luffy is again trying to get any sort of reaction out of Law directed just for him (did he feel encouraged after he noticed Law staring at him the day before?). Luffy, please, stop, this is getting more and more embarrassing to watch you craving for Law's attention like this.

Law though always gives him that attention, curiously enough. There's not even one frame of Luffy calling out to him and Law just ignoring him. Which shouldn't be surprising, Law always seeks out Luffy as well, rarely with words, but at least with his stares.

In this regard, they're a really good match. Luffy wants to be pampered, and Law wants to pamper. I would usually say it's gross, but it's actually really heartwarming. They both get something out of it that they were both craving.

Law: Hey, am I not providing you with enough entertainment? Forget those boring fellas!

Someone's a bit jelly...

And Brook is again watching over them. God, I swear, it feels like he just *knows*.

Again, Luffy listening to Law talking. He would listen to him no matter what Law is saying, wouldn't he? Luffy is known for his terribly short attention span, but for Law he is capable of unusual feats.

(Also notice Law is always grabbing Caesar by his clothes, never in direct contact)

Time for the ransom call. I know that everyone is screaming there, but Law is suspiciously quiet, this is when he should be firm and confident, but instead he's just standing there. I think it means he was actually pretty anxious about this call, kinda taken aback (and it's not because of people screaming around, he had enough time to get used to that with the Strawhats, also usually it doesn't actually faze him). Luffy on the other hand is excited and thinks this is all super fun lol.

And then Luffy goes and takes over the call. Of course we all think he did it just because he's Luffy and that Law is displeased/angry here, but let's do uno reverse. I might turn your worldview upside down from this point on.

What if Luffy actually sensed Law's anxiety and decided he will help him? Luffy is after all really good at reading people's emotions, right? And of course he would want to help his beloved Torao.

Law looks displeased, but that's because of a sudden closeness. Those of you that followed my series on Law's fear of touch and closeness know what I mean. He can stand Luffy when he's close to him, but not out of a blue like that - he needs to brace himself first. That's why his first instinct here is to try to move away. Sure enough, right in the next moment we see Luffy holding the transponder, which means Law lets him do that actually. If he truly was so displeased and angry, he would have reacted faster to take it back or shouted at him.

Luffy's fuming here for no reason whatsover, Doflamingo didn't actually say anything bad to him yet (or at all really). Sure, Luffy got mad over Caesar, but the conversation already changed to something else, and Luffy is still showing an attitude. He's doing it for Law, isn't he.

Law meanwhile is just standing there, still not attempting to take the transponder back. He's not even trying or talking at all. This really doesn't support the idea of "he's so mad at Luffy for doing this", it actually seems to be the exact opposite: he's kinda overwhelmed here and was ever since Doflamingo picked up his call. Ofc he's also more and more distressed now, bracing himself mentally, because he knows he needs to do something and can't leave it all up to Luffy.

Law realized he needs to stop it, because Doflamingo is trying to bait Luffy, and everyone knows Luffy is weak to baits. In a way, stepping up just to prevent Luffy from getting into dangerous scenario, helped him overcome his own helplessness and anxiety. Luffy meanwhile indeed is losing it lol.

Let's look more closely to Law and Doflamingo's conversation here. Law is trying to make the talk very short, down to business and finish it off quickly. Doffy though stays confident and even tries to mock Law a little bit. It's almost like he's saying "Law, kid, you forgot to show me that my subordinate is fine, you need to step up your kidnapping game a little", he's kinda having this patronizing vibe here. "First step of a ransom call, remember? I taught you that myself".

Putting it all together can explain why Law is so anxious, he expected to hear Doflamingo all devastated, angry even after giving up warlord's title, instead Doflamingo is relaxed, mocking and confident, generally acting like he has the upper hand here. Law is worried, did he miss something, because this is not how it should look like, and he is right. Also he can't stand Doflamingo's confident tone, it's most likely making him feel weak, remembering the past. In their fight in Dressrosa Law will try his best to overcome this feeling by mocking Doflamingo back, but right here he was surprised and unprepared. He probably felt again like a kid, still part of Doflamingo's family, and Doffy's mocking tone like a mentor/parental figure scolding his clumsy subordinate truly added salt to the wound.

Law grits his teeth and continues, attempting to finish the call as soon as possible, full of bad feelings. And this is when Luffy snaps back to reality, gasping and reminding himself "I need to help Torao!" and so he does, by doing actually the best thing possible: cutting off the call.

This seems not-canon to you I bet, but I truly think Luffy tried to actually support Law here and it DID work in the end.

Of course Strawhats don't catch up to it and think Luffy just straightup ruined everything, but look at Law's reaction here. He's suddenly calm and does not blame Luffy for anything, in fact, he goes as far as to declare this is all fine. Would he really say something like that if he was truly angry? No, of course not, we have seen him angry everytime he truly believes his plan was just kicked out of the window by a Strawhat Luffy. This is simply not the case here.

Law is still looking pretty anxious there, probably thinking over multiple scenarios in his head. What did he miss? Why is Doflamingo so confident? This is crucial, after all it's not only about his own safety, but safety of Luffy and his crew.

Luffy meanwhile shows his interest in Law again, wanting to know about Law's adventures. He's probably trying to make Law think of something else instead of overworrying, put his mind off of it. Luffy really sticks with his resolve here of taking care of Law as well.

Also it's ultimately cute how Law is mechanically correcting Luffy on the name of the island (helpfully pointing out only the part he got wrong so it's a shorter word to remember for Luffy, awww), but he does it without even an exclamation mark there. He's not angry or irritated about it. In fact, it just shows he understands Luffy has problem with long and complicated words. He probably knows that's the reason he became "Torao" as well. He gets it, he accepts it, in fact he has no problem with it whatsoever.

Even when distressed and lost in his thoughts Law makes sure to still respond to Luffy when he asks something from him, and Luffy this time uses it to bring him out of his thoughts instead of just seeking attention.

Luffy: Yay, so if Torao has never before been to that island, it means we will have an adventure together! And not just one, there's no way I will let you leave me right afterwards. We're so gonna do more adventures! Dressrosa and Wano! Two adventures with Torao!

Law: This isn't an adventure, be serious!! Our lives are on the line!!

Luffy: Breakfast time!

Law: Breakfast time! *gasp* fuck!

Someone got caught up in someone else's pace. 1:0 for Luffy, he did manage to make Trafalgar Law take a break from his worrying.

Now to understand Law's exaggerated reaction here as something more than just a comedy moment we need to first elaborate a bit on the chapter's title that sets the tone between Doflamingo-Luffy-Law interactions and honestly spans through the whole of Dressrosa arc. This is chapter 700 titled "his pace", the next round chapter is 800 which wraps up Dressrosa. Chapters with round numbers tend to have a huge impact on the whole storyline happening (because Oda really loves his number games).

"Pace" from the title means someone dictating how fast the events are going or swaying things to move in their preferred fashion. Doflamingo does it in this snail talk by playing confident and trying to bait Luffy and undermine Law's confidence. Later he also showers his subordinates with compliments so they will do what he asks them to do - that's also setting pace by keeping everyone in line.

Law's pace in this chapter (and in whole of post-punk hazard transition) was him spiraling the things to move where he wants them, his first snail talk with Doffy was just Law having an overwhelming victory over him. Then through the span of one night things move very fast exactly towards the result Law wanted (Doflamingo resigning from warlord's position). Law usually doesn't use his power of controlling pace to make people do what he wants (unlike Doffy), that's not his style, they're just forced to stick for the ride, but he always leaves liberty in their own hands. For example, when he told Luffy to kidnap Caesar or assemble back Kinemon, he didn't tell them exactly step by step how they should do it: instead he left it to their judgement. In other words, he tells them what to do but not *how* to do stuff, he instead trusts in their ability to figure it out on their own.

And then we have Luffy, who selfishly chooses islands they visit and what enemies they're fighting, so he's also "setting the pace" for others. He controls it to a minimum as well like Law, he just makes sure to take care of the biggest danger himself and trusts the others to do whatever they want, he gives them freedom. His crew do their best out of their own free will to deserve Luffy's trust, every chess piece on the board moves according to what they believe is right, so Luffy's board isn't actually a game of one vs one, but instead of one versus many, because every player has as much liberty as Luffy has.

In this chapter Law lost to Doflamingo's pace, but restored himself, and lost to Luffy's pace and this time declared defeat. Doflamingo won against Law, almost won against Luffy, but then Luffy defeated him in one neat swipe. And why? Because Luffy actually wasn't playing alone, Law and Luffy supported each other there. So in the end Doflamingo lost to both of them.

You think Law didn't take a defeat against Luffy here? Then let's rewind back:

Remember this scene? Law was amused that Smoker would even think that Law can overpace Luffy (after all Luffy punched Caesar instead of kidnapping him and did a feast instead of leaving immediately), but he wasn't going to always allow Luffy to do that. Here he declares he's gonna set the pace and make Luffy follow his plan. He does it because it's neccessary or he won't be able to protect him, but also because of his petty pride or "saving up face", if you prefer that term here. He's not gonna just sit there and let Luffy do everything he wants and wait for him to finish off enemies. Law is throwing a challenge, he's gonna compete with Luffy in that regard.

But before they even reach Dressrosa Law already declares his defeat. Let me show you how: remember how he always loses his hat when he's losing?

Like here. Or in Dressrosa, or Winner Island.

Wait, where's his hat here? And this is the next frame after Law's big comical "gasp" moment, when he got dragged into Luffy's pace of "enough worrying, time for breakfast!". Yep, he knew he lost there, allowed himself to loosen up and took off his hat by himself as a sign of his defeat and Luffy's victory. But that's also because he's just a good mannered boy who knows you don't eat with your hat on.

It truly is a 1:0 for Luffy and Law is actually okay with that (losing to Luffy's pace is actually not a negative experience, because Luffy doesn't manipulate people with evil agenda in mind, like Doflamingo. He did it only because he wants Law to relax). And this sets up how the events went on in Dressrosa.

Also can I just point out that all it took for Luffy to sway him was to declare with a smile "Yay adventure with Law! Can't wait! And now breakfast!" and Law was already dragged into his pace? I mean... Law, Luffy didn't even do anything special. He was just basically himself there. Law's so smitten with him that it's all it took, honestly. Of course the support he got on that call from him also counted into that, but Law didn't declare defeat then yet, after all he also supported Luffy back in that call.

In later arcs Law will still attempt to be petty about this ongoing "competition", not wanting to leave it all up to Luffy, lol. He migth have lost once, but the war is ongoing! He's such a petty loser, I adore that flaw in him.

Luffy butting-in, making sure Kinemon doesn't just steal Law away for the Wano adventure. Hey, I'm gonna be part of that adventure as well!

Law's attempt to stop him there is really miserable. He can't bring himself up to deny Luffy when he sounds so happy, huh. My heart can't take it.

Law's already back to worrying again haha. His neverending journey of worrying when together with Luffy continues! Let it never end honestly.

He's also conflicted, because everytime Luffy acts so excited he thinks back to Lammy, as she was the exactly same energetic type of a person as Luffy haha.

i don't think Luffy gets it that this time around he's only making Law worry more and not less, awww.

That's all for now. Dressrosa will come up next (I might take a break from this series to answer some asks first :D). I hope you enjoyed seeing this chapter through different lens, it's fine if you still prefer it as just a comedy moment of Luffy acting like a complete menace and Law regretting his life choices. I think it's neat that the manga supports actually both interpretations, one on more casual level and the other more in-depth.

There is something I want to share about World Seeker Law's dlc, it's not really a spoiler, just one line that Law says that relates to the previous part of this series of posts (if you want to skip it then just don't read from now on! There's nothing more to this post afterwards).

This is what Law says in the game. I know that games are not considered 100% canon, but Oda DID work on both World Seeker and Odyssey, and honestly many lines and overall feeling of the game goes along with the canon. Law's complicated relation to closeness is definitely a part of this DLC, for example.

And here he says he doesn't mind what people actually call him! He never complained about "Torao" when Luffy called him this way, not even once. But he does make this one sour face when Nami does that as well. Makes one really think why is this such a special case for him, doesn't it? :D Again, he wants it to be a special name only from Luffy, doesn't he.

[pupyuj]

dom yujin likes to put you on a leash and pull you into her whenever she feels like you are misbehaving and I won't elaborate on that... it is what it is

eehhehuehe let ME elaborate for yew 😋😋😋😋

[cw: petplay, humiliation]

this rlly is the kind of shit mean dom yujin would pull 🤤 leashing you up and pulling you around to follow her.. or forcibly tugging on the leash to pull you away from her pussy while you’re eating her out bcs she wants you to beg for permission to make her cum 🥺🥺 but she’d willingly delay her own orgasm if it means she could mess around with you and make you suffer 🤤 yujinnie telling you so many mean and hurtful (but not too hurtful bcs you’re still her baby) things while you’re trying your hardest to work magic on her cunt with your fingers 😵‍💫 her asking you to go faster, do it her harder, pulling on your hair and saying “fuck me properly or else” 😵‍💫😵‍💫 and you know what! even if you do give yujin the best fucking orgasm of her life, she’s too petty to assure you that you did well and plus, it did feel so fucking good that she wants more.. so she’d definitely sit on your face and use your mouth as she pleases 😩 and ofc being yujinnie’s obedient, pussy-drunk little pet, you use your mouth ‘for the one thing it’s good for’ (yujin’s words 😣) and make her see the stars..

yujin would definitely find it amusing how far you’re willing to look like an idiot for her 🤭 she’d ask you to do all the things you hate (only the things you hate less than others ofc and she would have talked about it with you beforehand! 🥺 not so mean is she..? 🥰)… since you were her sweet little kitten, she’d definitely entertain the idea of you eating on the floor with your hands and laughing when you actually do it?? 😣 if you disobey you know you’ll get punished really really bad so you didn’t have a choice :(( it would eat away at your confidence and all you can do is NOT look at yujin but she’d force you to ☹️ squatting down to your eye level and wondering if her sweet kitten wants her to be nicer 😣😣 she’d make up a petty reason as to why she’s treating you like she is just to make you beg for forgiveness 💔

yujin just loves seeing you so powerless so she likes to keep you kneeled on the ground, looking up at her w teary eyes and a small pout ☹️ she’d feel bad.. but you’d use your safewords if you had enough and you haven’t said anything.. so yujin knew you were enjoying this somehow 😋 she’d absolutely make you ride her shoe while pleading and begging her to fuck you so you can be relieve 😩 she’d like it better if you were to ride her thigh instead! nails digging on her shoulder while you chased after your climax untouched 😣😣 but it was so hard without yujin’s help… she’d just stare at you, making fun of you from time to time, and spanks you for being such a whore for her 😩 the sight of you so desperate was priceless 😵‍💫

being true to her meanie act, she’d edge and egde you until you’re crying!! whether it’s with her fingers or some toys, yujin would just laugh while you’re crying and sobbing ☹️ if she was feeling mean enough, she wouldn’t even let you cum! this would prompt you to try and use her while you think she’s asleep.. grabbing her hand and pushing her fingers inside of you and grinding… all that just for her to wake up and call you a bad kitty 😣😣 you really messed up this time.. and oh the things yujinnie would do to punish you.. 😵‍💫

[lemmejustpulloutmylightsaber]

please dom! carmy like he had a shitty day at work and completely takes it out on the reader, like she's screaming, crying, begging for him to stop, but he doesn't and keeps going for multiple rounds

(only if you're comfortable w/ it ofc love the works)

i love this concept so why not give it my own spin, enjoy ! REBLOGS ARE MUCH APPRECIATED

Poor Carmen. Our boy has been dealing with everything all day. Working the entire restaurant and then meat shipment was completely wrong. There hadn’t been a day like this for ages. It hadn’t been this bad for weeks. 

Carmen has two ways of dealing with his emotions. Keeping them inside and exploding. Shoving them down doesn’t help the issue and exploding meant excessive amounts of anger. The bright side? You’re the only one who can make him channel that energy into something a little more…helpful to everyone. 

He never means to hurt you. He always asks beforehand. Our respectful boy always asks before he can completely use you as a means to decompress. If you say yes, he has forcefully bent you over the once pristine marble kitchen island. Roughly but still with that edge of that signature Carmy kindness, he’ll kiss down your spine. His hands firmly planted on your hips, making sure that he’s in the perfect position to slide into you so both of you will feel that sublime sensation. The only time he’ll let you flip over is so that you can tug off your shirt. He knows that he’ll always get more sensual moans when your perfectly sized tits are sliding against the smooth counter. Once he’s got your bottoms off, he’ll knead your thighs and ass, getting as much pleasure out of it as he can hear you are. He isn’t usually one to crack jokes but at this stage, he’ll always make some jab about how responsive you are. Swatting your butt gently, he’ll flip you over again (but not before giving you one more kiss, just so you know that he loves you all through this).

Your panties are now bunched around your legs and he’s haphazardly trying to pull his jeans off. It takes a couple seconds but he speeds up after he sees you rub your thighs together. This makes him work much faster. He’s rubbing so hard that it feels like he’s going to pull his own dick off. He couldn’t get over how he had you- You. You. Bent over a counter showing him all of your perfect figure. Showing him how you’re dripping down your thigh for him. You were his favorite meal. A meal that he would devour and then suck his fingers dry. 

Once he’d get his cock out of his boxers, it slapped against his stomach, standing at attention, always ready for his pretty girl. Once he’d know that you were ready, he’d slam into you, pistoning into you, making sure you were screaming his name. He’d prop you up in a sitting position so that he would be branded with the angry scratches that you gave him. Wearing your marks under his white t-shirts was his way of being yours. He liked it that way. He did the same for you. His hickeys littered your inner thighs, so only you and he could see them. The only two people that mattered. The only people who he cared about, knew about them. As long as he could make your legs shake when you stood up, make you whine for him to carry you after the two of you were finished, make you scream his name, make your cheeks stained with tears, he was pleased with himself. He had done his job. 

Your chest heaved as his thrusts became slower and more languid. He leaned over so he could kiss down your torso, sucking at all the spots at he knew where elicit those sweet noises he loved so much. He’d let you play with his hair while he slid out of you and positioned himself squarely between your legs, letting your thighs close around his head as he let the tongue that was used to yell at people all day, to please the only woman who truly made his world go round. The woman whom he loved more than anything. You.

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for kicking someone from my server and not explaining why?

(emojis so I can find later: 🪨🪨🪨)

[This happened a few years ago, but I’ll write the ages as they were at the time.]

I (14M) made a server for a fandom I was in. It was a small fandom (I was mutuals with every single fan on tumblr) so I thought it’d be nice to have a place we can all talk other than the tumblr dashboard. This was also not my first server — I had 2 or 3 years of experience running them (having run a server with 100ish members a year or two beforehand) so I was fully confident in my ability to run a server with less than 20 people, especially since everyone knew each other and was friends already.

Now, there was this person in the server, we’ll call her B (16F). I wasn’t super close with her, but ofc I was friends with her through the fandom. We didn’t talk much — the only time I can recall us speaking outside of discord was to send fandom art requests to each other. Obviously I didn’t have a problem with her coming in, but as she spoke more in my server, I started to question whether she was somebody I wanted hanging around.

I won’t go into full depth of things she said or did (both for privacy’s sake and to keep things brief), but I’ll explain my biggest reasons for kicking her.

First, she vented a lot, which typically I wouldn’t judge, but I really didn’t want a fandom server associated with so much negativity — and not only that, but the way she vented was very… I mean, we would be telling her things she did wrong in general channels, and then she would go to the vent channel and say things like “I’m sorry I’m so stupid and such a bad person I didn’t know what I was doing wrong.” and then we’d (well, everybody else — I don’t play these games with people) all have to console her. Not only that, but she’d vent about shit like — “I’m such a bad person because I’m cis. I’m sorry for being cis.” In a server full of trans people.

Second was her ableism towards autistic people, in a server also full of autistic people (This is honestly the biggest thing I had against her). Since most of us were autistic, we headcanoned most (if not all) of the characters in the series as autistic, usually with little basis in canon. One person specifically said “I think X character is autistic” and most people agreed, until she came along and said “No, they’re too normal.” We were all kind of like “???” until somebody said “Autistic people are normal” and she said “No, they’re all learning disabled” and some other stuff I don’t remember off the top of my head. (Obviously nothing wrong with having learning disabilities and many autistic people do have them etc, it’s just the way she went about saying what she said — and also disagreeing with a harmless headcanon because a character was too “normal” to be autistic). Again, most of us are autistic and were offended by what she said.

These were the two biggest contributors as to why I kicked her from my server — there were more (usually smaller) things she did that made people uncomfortable or pissed me off, but again, I’m not going to mention everything.

So, I silently kicked her, not wanting to cause too much drama, but also fed up with her behavior. I think I also softblocked her on tumblr, not wanting us to be mutuals or friends anymore but also not seeing a block as necessary (I didn’t mind if she saw my fandom posts in the tag, for example). However, she ended up following me back and sent me an ask asking why she was kicked from the server. I believe I told her “I don’t owe you an explanation, I just didn’t want you there anymore”. I didn’t want to say “you did this, this, and this” and just have her say “I didn’t do that/That wasn’t a big deal” and turn it into an entire argument, you know? I also just didn’t want to talk to her at all. So after answering, I softblocked her again and she sent me a long rant calling me a bitch, to which I simply hardblocked her.

I’m pretty sure I was justified in kicking her from my server, but I’m not sure if I’m justified in not telling her why — I understand being confused and demanding an answer but I also know she’d been told off multiple times — and I still don’t think she’s owed a response. Maybe if we were closer friends, I would have explained why. But I don’t know. Am I the asshole?

What are these acronyms?

[graciegoeskrazy]

texts i think daniel!stepdaughter!r and healy!r would send to each other if they existed simultaneously

—————

healy!r | whatcha doin??

xcx!r | nothin. wbu?

healy!r | do u think george n ur mum would notice if u snuck out and came to my place?

xcx!r | ummm…

xcx!r | why would i sneak out? i can just ask?

healy!r | no cuz then he would text my dad and ask and im grounded so he would say no

xcxl!r | omg what did u do now?

healy!r | not important.

xcxl!r | fine. i’ll be there in 15

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xcxl!r | is it true??????

healy!r | is what tru?

xcxl!r | ur dad just got ENGAGED???????

healy!r | oh

healy!r | yea it’s true

healy!r | how’d u know? they havnt posted it yet

xcxl!r | george. duh.

healy!r | oh yea lol

xcx!r | u feeling alright???

healy!r | yeah.

healy!r | idk it’s just weird

healy!r | even when he’s had girlfriends it’s always just been us

healy!r | and now it’s not

xcx! | i knew u we’re feeling weird…

healy!r | cmonnnn u can’t blame me i mean they havnt been daiting for even a year

healy!r | and i’m barely 14 and shes not even old enough to be my mother

xcxe!r | well she is now…

healy!r | oh shut up

xcx!r | im sorry im sorry

xcx!r | bad joke☹️

healy!r | its ok its fine

healy!r | just i feel weird is all

xcx!r | trust me i understand

healy!r | did u feel this way when they got engaged?

healy!r | be honest

xcx!r | well kinda

xcx!r | george asked me if he could propose beforehand

healy!r | aweeee

xcx!r | yeah🤗

healy!r | see my dad didn’t even TELL me he was gonna do it

healy!r | they just came home yesterday and was like ‘surprise’

xcx!r | WHAT

healy!r | it just all blew up afterwards and he said somthings he’ll regret forever lolzzzzz

xcx!r | oh no. uncle george won’t like that.

healy!r | pls don’t tell him i don’t want to make it worse rn

xcxl!r | ok ok i won’t. promise.

healy!r | i’ll call u abt it later. i have to go clean my room before he yells at me even more

xcxl!r | ok

xcx!r | im here if u need anything🫶🏽

—————

xcx!r | did u see her new tour dates…

healy!r | ofc i did!!!!!

xcxl!r | what are the chances of your father buying us tickets to his ex girlfriends show🤔🤔

healy!r | slim to none😁

xcx! | i fear we might be on our own for this one…

healy!r | i don’t think i could even go

healy!r | all healys might be banned from entering the eras tour😭

xcx!r | nah she loved u!!!

healy!r doesn’t mean she’ll be happy to see me in her crowd😧

xcx!r | damn it ok ur right

healy!r | does ur mother still hold contact info from the 2018 rep stadium tour???😁😗

xcx!r | im afraid the answer would be no ethier way☹️

healy!r | i’m gonna end up being banned from every concert because of my father

xcx!r | do u think we could see the 1975????

healy!r | been there done that

[angelst4re]

First I love your writing it’s truly beautiful. Please never stop. 💕

I was going to ask if you could write one when Jamie is in the middle of a concert for his band and he sees some guys hitting on you (his girl) in the crowd and stops doing the show to yell at the guys and bring you on stage keeping you close the whole time then after the show he takes you home to show you who the better man is (meaning him) 🥰

Thank you! Again I love your writing 💕

hello lovely!! thank you so much ily!! :') and ofc... i don't plan on stopping any time soon!! <3

Come Get Some- Counterfeit!Jamie x Reader

summary: in the request! :)

warnings: NSFW! contains smut! if you're uncomfortable then please don't read, my love! also i wrote this on my phone and i kinda hate it :(

notes: I'VE HIT 700 FOLLOWERS?!!?!?! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH :') you don't understand how insane this is to me. also i thought i should mention i have broken my laptop again! it's not charging (so it could be the charger that's broken? i'm getting a new one tomorrow!) so thats why i've written this on my phone... i cannot write on my phone...

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You decided to surprise Jamie by following his band on tour, you wanted to keep it a secret until the show but he ended up spotting you beforehand. You were sure that if he knew you were going to be coming, he could’ve gotten you special seats or somewhere with a better view, but you knew you just wanted to be in the crowd, enjoying seeing your favourite band just like everybody else, and so you were.

That was until one of the men from behind you started trying to talk to you. He asked your name, and you thought it would be rude to ignore him, so you told him and just brushed him off, ignoring his next few questions, focusing on your boyfriend instead. But it was getting quite difficult when the stranger was touching your arm.

When Jamie looked over at you with a smile, he noticed you looked uncomfortable, and gave you a look which said ‘are you okay?’, to which you shook your head and mouthed a ‘help!’ to him. He gave you a nod and instead of carrying on with the song after Sam’s instrumental, he proceeded to point towards you and address the man that was harassing you.

“Take your filthy fucking hands off my girlfriend, you cunt!” He jumped down from the stage and spoke to a member of his security, who escorted you away from the other man and led you towards the stage, where Jamie held his hand out to you. “If I see anything like this at my fucking show again…” He began to threaten, but was cut short when you were finally by his side.

He took your face in his hands, asking if you were okay, and you nodded your head. Taking you by surprise, he then leaned down and crashed his lips into yours in a hot, possessive, rough kiss. You couldn’t believe the sight before you, he looked so good you almost had to press your thighs together. His hair was damp was sweat, falling over his eyes, his t-shirt was discarded long ago and his jeans were so low, showing off his v-line and the tiniest bit of hair which you know led down to his-

“Go to the side of the stage, baby. Venus is there too- Sam’s girlfriend, you remember her, right? I’ll see you after the show, okay? I love you!” He told you in a rush before he returned to the mic and you scurried off to greet Venus with a hug.

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“Oh fuck! Yes, Jamie! Right there!” You moaned, your fingers raking through his hair as his face was buried between your thighs.

You had gotten back to the hotel with him, and within seconds you had both taken your clothes off and were tangled together on the bed, hands all over each other, and it eventually led to him eating you out.

With your hand that wasn’t tangled in his hair, you grasped at the bed sheets, squirming and whimpering as his tongue worked your clit whilst his fingers pumped in and out of you, curling into your sensitive spot each time.

“No one else can ever make you feel this good, darling.”

“No… Only you…” You panted, feeling your high creeping up on you, forming in your belly.

“That’s right, baby.” You could tell he was smirking against you, before he suckled your clit between his lips and sent you over the edge.

Your thighs tried to shut around him as he worked you through your orgasm, yet his hands kept you spread for him. He let go of your clit with a ‘pop’, and the sight of your slick coating his lips was enough to send you into your second orgasm already. He could tell you wanted more, yet he wanted to tease you beforehand.

He slowly slid his fingers out of you, slipping them into his mouth and watching your face as he sucked on them, savouring the taste of your sweet cunt.

Then he began to move up the bed, he placed his hands either side of your ribcage and leaned down to press a kiss to your lips.

“You ready, my love?” He asked, and you didn’t give an answer, instead you reached down and took his cock into your hand, rubbing his tip with your thumb before positioning him so he was lined up with you, all he had to do was-

“Holy fuck!” You gasped as he pushed himself into you, leaving you fully stuffed with his cock. He grinned against your neck at your reaction, before resuming his attack on you, covering you in blotchy marks that let everyone know you were his. Only his.

He reached over to the bedside table and picked up his cigarettes, his cock still inside you. You grasp onto his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as you attempt to move your hips, desperately wanting him to move, but instead he lights his cigarette and then reaches for the tie he had been wearing a few nights prior and shoots you an evil grin before he sits up, an inch or so of his cock slipping out of you as he takes your wrists and ties them together above your head.

“They stay there, okay?” He told you as he began to rock his hips into yours at a painfully slow pace.

“Jamie please, go faster.” You whined, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Anything you want, sweetheart.” He smirked as he began to pick up the pace.

You threw your head back, feeling impossibly wonderful. His cock pounding into you distracted you from the fact he had passed the cigarette to you, slipping it between your lips. Instinctively, you sucked on it, and let the toxic fumes fill your lungs as pleasure ran through your veins, leaving you feeling totally euphoric.

He took the cigarette back, placing it back between his lips as you blew the smoke out to the side before looking back up at him.

It wasn’t long before you were flipped over, now on your hands and knees- although your hands were still tied, Jamie held them in place behind your back.

He put his cigarette out and both his hands were placed on your waist, pulling you closer to him with each thrust of his hips, causing his cock to hit deeper and deeper as he fucked into you.

“Shit, Jamie I’m so c-close.” You whimpered, trying to turn your head to look at him.

“Shhh, it’s okay, darling. Let go for me when you’re ready. Show me how good I make you feel, yeah? That’s right, good girl.” He cooed, stroking circles with his thumb on your waist as he talked you through your high.

He felt your walls clamp down around him as you came, pushing him dangerously close to the edge. He let out a groan as he bit down on his lip, before spilling inside of you. His movements came to an end as he tried to compose himself, to catch his breath and slow his heartbeat.

He moved you once again, this time you were on his lap, his cock still buried deep inside of you, although some of his cum had begun leaking down your thigh. You expected a second round, for him to begin fucking up into you, but he didn’t move. He held you close to his chest as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, giving you a lazy smile.

“I love you.” He said, stroking your hair. However, you were too worn out from the previous antics, and you had began drifting into sleep on his chest.

[highdio]

hey, is it fine to ask another Dio and Pucci question? I realized this a long time ago, but Pucci using Dio's knife attack, to me, it was a "mask off" moment. If he truly saw him as utterly benevolent, why use such a sadistic attack? if he knew of it, he saw his best friend sadistically killing people beforehand. He saw it and didn't give two shits. It is rather interesting we never see his thoughts on the matter. What you think? Any takes on this?

Sure it's fine. A couple thoughts:

1. Pucci gained and then read Jotaro's disc, which means he had seen Jotaro's memories of Dio and would have had knowledge of all Dio's acts from Jotaro's POV. fwiw this is also the reason Jolyne gains the resolve to 'seal' Pucci's new ability following their showdown in the 'New Moon' arc: she read her father's memories and witnessed Dio's evil as if first-hand.

2. Although Pucci at his core wants to do what's Right (ie, upholding his responsibilities to keep the condifidential nature of confessional), he was corruptible when Dio met him. Case in point, it was before he sought out Dio that he took his brother's stand disc and erased his memory, rendering Wes akin to ‘a dead man.’

So although I don't think Pucci witnessed Dio killing people (or just being utterly evil in general) in person, I feel like once their friendship was forged it wouldn't have phased him much.

3. All that aside, it's interesting to think of Pucci's knife attack beyond it’s being a simple callback or Pucci using an attack he knew Dio used before. Dio's a biological monstrosity and Araki's made it so Dio exists more like a plant or a virus than as a discrete human organism (examples: he occupies the body of a host and alters the host's own biology to conform to his own; when he fuses with that body this action extends beyond its own boundares to alter the bodies of others: everyone related to Jonathan in Part 3 suddenly develops their own Stand and, in Part 6, Pucci and Weather get their own star-shaped marks).

Along those lines, if you view Green Baby, born from Dio's resurrected bone, as an extension of Dio's biology then you can view its fusion with Pucci as Pucci biologically acquiring some Dio traits.

Pucci gains an almost Dio-like confidence, even charisma. He acts noticeably differently post-fusion than the priest who obsessively counted prime numbers to calm himself. And ofc he physically changes: he gets that star-shaped mark and his appearance takes on elements of Green Baby.

(As an additional (possible) Easter Egg, 3 is a ‘Dio’ number: Dio's 3 lucky ear spots, Giorno's 3 hair donuts and 3 ladybug pins. When Pucci fuses with Green Baby his hairstyle changes. Hairstyles obviously shouldn't be genetic but bascially imo Araki’s design choice to settle on 3 ponytails and 3 carved-out lines is intentional).

So when Pucci throws the knives, this is more than just Pucci thinking, What Would Dio Do? This is Pucci's own biology fused with Dio's muscle memory, passed on like genetic code, knowing to throw knives like it's just a thing he does.

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Part 19 - Mike

Masterlist

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Part 18 -- Part 20

Pairing: Mike x ofc

Summary: The guys throw a New Years Eve party at 179th Crescent Street...

Warnings: Drug use (alcohol, weed), minor violence (someone gets punched), a whole lot of ADHD, Mike being Mike, probably some mentions of some inappropriate things.

Word count: 3.5k

A/N: Yeeting some Mikey your way just because! (I love him, your honor...) God. This chapter has a special place in my heart because a) it's Mike and b) I loved writing this. I wrote most of it in a couple of hours, and I just completely let my ADHD take the lead on it. It was awesome! (Also: Sorry for not getting creative with titles here, that would just be confusing at this point 😂)

Let me know what you think! 🥰

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I hate waiting. I hate it almost as much as I hate making phone calls to our internet provider, who always refuses to accept that I’ve already figured out what the problem is. Right now, I’m doing both. It’s infuriating. ‘Mike, the internet’s down. Can you take a look at that?’ Of course I fucking can, a two year old could do that! There’s usually not even a lot I can do about it, except call someone to fix it, and anyone else could do that, too. But no. It’s gotta be me. Why does it always have to be me? 

That being said; I’d rather do this than help downstairs, and since they’ve got no idea what exactly I’m doing anyway, I can just play a game while I’m on hold. And it’s not as if I don’t profit from a working internet connection. I’m running low on movies to watch and half the shit I wanted to see has disappeared off Netflix again. I can’t help it that sometimes I need to watch every Disney movie I can remember from my childhood before my brain lets me watch anything new. And it doesn’t help that Dani refuses to watch any horror movies I haven’t seen yet, because she needs me to tell when the jumpscares are. I don’t mind - it’s cute. The way she curls up next to me with a blanket, and holds onto me when she gets scared… Makes me want to show her every scary movie I’ve ever watched. 

Fuck, I’ve got it bad for this girl. But that’s okay, I like it. Even though it’s only been a few weeks since we first went out. And only two weeks since what she thinks is the first time we went out. She’s soft and nice and she’s not just okay with the fact that sometimes I just need to get stoned to shut my brain up, but she actually got stoned with me? She’s pretty great. It’s the insecurities that sometimes get me. Like when she doesn’t trust that I actually mean what I say. I’m a heart-on-sleeve kind of guy. Oh well. 

“Hello?”

“Oh!” The phone, right. “Sorry. Hi…” As suspected; the guy on the phone doesn’t believe that what I say is wrong with my connection, is actually what’s wrong with my connection. Yes, I’ve tried turning it off and on again. Yes, everything’s plugged in where it should be plugged in. Yes, right passwords and whatnot. It’s really not one of those, dude, I ran basic diagnostics. Thanks. Why do I even still do that beforehand? Right, because if it is one of those, I won’t have to call to begin with, and I’ll do anything to avoid that.

“It can take a few min…”

“Dude, I’m so sorry to interrupt.” I really don’t have the patience for this. “I’ve tried all of this before I even picked up the phone…” Although I could have gotten everything done in the time I was on hold. “I’m telling you…” Finally, he agrees to put me through to someone who actually knows anything about the technical side of things. Great. 

“Internet is up again,” I announce to the full - and excruciatingly busy - kitchen. I’m just in time to see Leon toss a bag of weed on the table. “Nice.” Wait, I was trying to think that… 

“I knew there was a reason we kept him around.” Charles. It hurts when he hits the bone in my shoulder, but I’m fairly sure it hurts him more, even though there’s nothing on his face that reveals that little grain of truth. 

“Yeah, it would be so awful if you couldn’t watch porn for one night.” Why is the word ‘porn’ so hot out of the mouth of my girlfriend? Wait. I’ve been saying ‘girlfriend’. Is it too soon to call her my girlfriend? Oh, what gives. She’s hugging me, I like it, and I’m going to be sad when she stops, that’s all that matters. Something Charles says about not needing any porn tonight registers vaguely, but I do catch the way he winks at Dani. What a dick. 

“Think you can still get laid with a broken nose and a black eye, Brandon?” It’s entirely unlikely I can take him on my own, but I feel I can count on some support from Geralt - or even better… Sol. She’s fierce - and she’s the only one who’s ever hit Charles in the nuts. We all applaud her for that a little. Dani’s arms tighten around me. I don’t look away from Charles, I just pull her closer to me. When I finally do look down at her. She’s biting her lip, looking adorable. I can’t help but kiss her. Maybe it’s a little much, considering we’re in public. Maybe I’m just shamelessly marking territory here. I can’t say I care much right now. 

“Where’s Sherlock?” Lucky bastard is upstairs, not getting mixed up in all of this. I was almost just as lucky, yet here I am. 

“In his room,” I say, “he wouldn’t last five minutes tonight if he had to deal with all of this, too.” Neither would I, so I’m glad I skipped most of it. But not enough. Dani puts her hands on the sides of my face. Fuck, I’m clenching my jaw - so hard she noticed, apparently. 

“Relax,” she whispers softly. I have no clue how long we’ve been standing there. I’d say it’s gotta be a while, but I’ve been wrong before. 

“We’ve got it from here,” Geralt says. He jerks his head in the direction of the door. That means ‘Mikey, get out’, but in the nice way. You can’t grow up as me and not pick up on these things, honestly. 

Taking a walk with Dani beats taking a walk without Dani. Facts. There’s one little thing though. She’s slow… -er than me, I should say. I could walk circles around her, I really could. 

“I’m not fast enough for you, am I?” How does she always know? I smile apologetically. And I really do feel bad about it! I swear! My eyes flutter over her body - that always wreaks havoc on my brain. It goes: nice, nice, nice, nice, very nice, wish she’d turn around, nice, nice, she’s smiling, cute, mine, what was I thinking about? I was trying to get some form of… Right!

“Come here,” I say, “climb on.” 

“Mike, there’s no way you can carry me,” she laughs. I love to see her laugh. It’s fucking amazing, the way she laughs. That’s kinda what made me fall in love with her on pretty much the very first day of the year. And then it took me like fifteen weeks to ask her out. Which, honestly… not a great move. Ange actually had to stop me from deleting the text I wrote to ask her out for the thirteenth time - yes, I counted them. Come to think of it, I should probably thank her for that one of these days. Where was I? Right.

“Yeah, I can, come on!” I’m not gonna be much faster with her on my back, but I’m gonna be able to tire myself out, and that’s kinda the point. And I get to touch her. Definite bonus. You’d think - I know I did - that her touching me would be a bonus, too, but it’s very distracting. Because she’s trying very hard to distract me. 

She’s spent enough time in class with me, you’d think, to know that distracting me isn’t exactly an Olympic level sport. Anyone can do that. Squirrels can do that. Leaves can do that. Those little tiny bits of dust that you can see float through the air when it’s spring and there’s sunlight streaming in through a window, and it’s nice and warm and you’re inside, but you really don’t want to be inside, so you look at those little dust-thingies move and you’re really curious how it would feel to just float down, and you spend a little too much time breathing in their direction to make them move, until your teacher notices and asks what the fuck you are doing and you also don’t know the answer to the question they’re asking, so they tell you you’re not paying attention, but is it really your fault, because you’re just not made to sit still on a chair for hours on end, but no, it’s your problem and they tell you to leave the room because you’re disturbing the class when you were really just wondering what it would feel like to be dust and nothing was the matter and you weren’t disturbing anyone until they called you out on not paying attention for a tiny little bit? Mike, focus. Right. 

Oh no. Focus just takes me back to her hands. They aren’t the problem, but they kinda make me wish they were. The problem is the fact that she won’t stop kissing my neck, and every last one of those kisses is kinda altering the fit of my jeans, if you catch my drift. Fuck. 

“Babe, stop.” Of course she doesn’t. Cue adorable noise of sadness. Fine. She wants to play? I’ll play. There’s a few trees nearby, and I walk her straight across the grass to get to one. She thinks I can’t carry her? She’s gonna have to think again. I pull one of her legs to my other hip. 

“Mikey!” she shrieks, but she can’t help but let go of my neck. This is only going to be impressive if I don’t drop her - that would be kinda sad. “What are you doing, you idiot? Oh.” I’m a little proud of myself that I actually managed to do this, and a lot happy to see her pinned against this tree, with her legs wrapped around my waist. 

“Kiss?” I ask. I’d tell myself I have to stop grinning like an idiot, except, no I fucking don’t. She pulls me in - hell yeah! - and kisses me. It’s great when she does that. Her lips honestly feel so amazing. But the tip of her nose is cold against my cheek. Oh, fuck, she moves her hips, and they’re kinda directly over mine. Goddamn, feels good. No, no, why does she stop kissing me? That’s not good.

“Aw, baby.” She presses her lips to my neck again, and I feel her tongue on my skin. Every move makes me grind my hips into her, and she’s moaning softly against my skin every time I do. The sound makes my cock twitch, and that’s of no use to me, because I can’t exactly have her right now, which means this was - all things considered - a fairly terrible idea by yours truly. It really doesn’t help that I’m holding her up with two hands firmly on her ass, either. It’s so squeezable. Soft. I’m really not helping this whole pants-situation. Ehh, I’ll sort that out later. That’s what math is for, right? Right now, I just want to keep kissing my girl.

“Mikey,” she moans against my lips. I know she’s trying to speak, but her lips feel good and they’re soft and warm and I don’t want to stop… “Mikey, stop.” Ok. I freeze, and slowly move away. 

“Sorry.”

“That’s okay,” she says. Good, she’s still laughing. That makes me happy. “Let’s get back?” I like that idea. But she shouldn’t think I’m done with her, because I’m not. 

 

“Listen.” That’s Marshall. He’s been dealing with something, and I don’t think any of us have bothered to ask what it is. Not that he’d have answered, we know him well enough by now. “You’re not the only people on the planet. Get a fucking room.” Okay. So it’s about a girl, otherwise he wouldn’t care. I’m not going to scream at him, because that would involve taking my mouth off… Hey! I have to glare at him now. A second ago, I was making out with Dani, now I’m not. This is a problem.

“Marshall,” she says, “go find yourself someone to suck your dick, and leave us alone.” Let me try not to laugh at that. Marshall seems plenty ticked off about it, which adds to how funny I find all of this, to be completely honest. I’m not gonna laugh, I’m not gonna laugh… I mean, at least he backs off? My thoughts are still all over the place. I was going to just pretend they aren’t, but Dani points it out. Not in a ‘Mike, stop being so fucking annoying’ kind of way, but in a sweet, caring ‘anything we need to take care of to make it better’ kind of way, and… I know it’s way too soon to say something way too affectionate, but I’m really having trouble keeping my mouth shut. 

“Herbal remedy?” she offers with a sly smile. Fucking marry me. Don’t say that out loud! We walk to the living room, looking for a place to sit down for a second. From the corner of my eye, I notice Dani makes some gesture at Marshall, who is talking to some girl - I don’t know her. Judging from the reflection in the window, she’s sticking her tongue in her cheek. I try not to laugh - again. This is a horrible night for me. I can’t laugh at anything, dammit. 

I sit down and pull Dani into my lap, but she gets up immediately. 

“My roommates are here,” she says. I’ve never met them, but I’ve heard some things about them. For one, I know Sloane is going to be majorly disappointed when she sees she’s already too late to get something going with Sy. I don’t know why she’s after him - possibly because Dani’s review was good. Is it insecure of me to question whether she thinks he’s better in bed than I am? I mean, she isn’t complaining, but we’re a long way from keeping the whole house awake like Geralt and Sol do on occasion. Oh well. 

“Mike!” Hand in front of eyes, waving. Hand. Waving. OH! My head snaps up, and I remember just in time the bag of stuff I’m holding isn’t closed. 

“Second,” I say, closing it before getting up. “Hi!” Sloane and Ariel don’t seem impressed, and honestly, who can blame them. I didn’t notice they were there for the first few seconds they were standing right in front of me. They introduce themselves, and Dani kinda quickly leads them away again to introduce them to the rest of the guys. It takes a while before she comes back, and she stands next to me while I roll a joint. I just keep working. I hope she knows I’m not ignoring her. When her hand brushes past my cheek, I lean into her touch. After some time, I hear a little bit of a tussle next to me, but if I look up now, this is never getting done. Just a few more seconds and... Done! I put everything back in my pockets and look up just in time to see Charles get real mad.   

“I think it’s time to get the fuck out of here,” he says before taking a swing at some guy I don’t recognize. Dani! Don’t ask me how, but I can hear her breathing, it stands out from all the other sounds all the other people are making, even though the room has gone eerily quiet due to this scuffle. I turn my head to her so fast my neck protests, but big fucking deal. 

“Hey…” I get up and pull her into my arms. She’s upset, but I didn’t see what happened. Fuck. “Come here.”

“Are you alright, Dani?” Charles asks without looking away from the guy, who seems to decide it’s probably for the best if he just fucks off. I can see Ariel standing across the room; she’s next to Leon, and she’s glaring at me. Fuck, I’m not making a great impression here. Sy calls for everyone to mind their own business, and the fact that everyone stops staring relaxes me a little. But only a little. 

“Wanna go outside?” Dani asks. I can tell she’s upset, and it’s fucked up that she’s taking care of me right now instead of the other way around. 

“You wanna tell me what happened?” I hope my eyes apologize enough for now, because I can’t bring myself to say ‘sorry I’m a terrible boyfriend’ out loud in a room filled with people I barely know. 

“Actually, I could really use some of that joint right now,” she says. Apparently, she doesn’t want to talk in a room full of people, either. 

It’s quieter outside, and I feel like I can finally think straight. We’re not the only people there, but the ones who are there - August, Anjelica, Sol and Geralt - are good company. With the same idea I had, apparently. Except no one is smoking. 

“Did you guys step outside when you saw me leave the living room?” I ask. It’s not the first time they’ve done this, and they’re not too proud to just admit to it, either. “For fuck’s sake, I’ll roll another one, here.” I hand the joint in my pocket to Dani and sit down at the only slightly wonky table to get to work on the next one. 

“Thanks, Mikey.” Dear, sweet Angie. I love her to bits, we all do. Infinite bonus points to her for keeping August’s head level, too, there’s not a lot of people who can do that. 

“Are you almost done?” Dani’s voice is shaky - and so is the rest of her. It’s cold, but it’s not that kind of trembling, I can tell. I finish what I’m doing, hand the product of my hard work to Geralt and pull her into my lap. 

“What happened, Dani?” Ange again. She’s so sweet. If August ever breaks up with her, I’m fairly sure none of us will look at him for a while. 

“Just some guy who couldn’t keep his hands to himself.” Fuck! That’s what I missed? Maybe I’m really not made for this relationship stuff, if I can’t even… Best I can do is hold her right now, I guess. 

“Shit, you took care of that?” August asks me, forcing me to tell him it was Charles who ended up kicking him out. No one says anything. No questions, no ‘why not you?’ They understand. But does she? Her friend Ariel clearly didn’t. Everyone stays quiet for a bit, which is kinda nice. 

“Anything I can do for you, baby?” No need to get creative in a situation like this one, right? She shakes her head and snuggles up closer. “Hold me,” she says to me, “and get me some of that.” August sees her pointing at him and he hands her the joint. It’s surprising, but he’s a lightweight when it comes to pot. He can drink like no tomorrow, though, and I can see he’s holding a glass of whatever. He hasn’t had enough to be all over Ange yet. Shame, they’re cute when they get all clingy. Geralt and Solveig haven’t had the courage to let go of each other just yet. Seeing Geralt like this sure beats seeing him the week after Sol leaves - or the week after he comes back from seeing her. Not that he gets particularly annoying or anything. Just sighs a lot. 

A few minutes go by, and we’re still not talking. Most of us came here for some peace and quiet, anyway. Ange is a chatterbox, but she’s had a bad week. August probably took care of the worst part before they even got here. I wonder if she can even sit comfortably. Alright, I can't make myself laugh right now, they're gonna ask what I'm thinking. Moving on… Sol prefers to be in quieter places, Geralt is going insane with all the chatter inside when he’s standing out here, let alone when he’s in the middle of it, and August just doesn’t like people. I can figure that out about these guys in a heartbeat, but I can’t tell when my own girlfriend is being harassed. Honestly, it feels pretty fucking terrible. 

My brain slows down unusually fast. It’s nice, finally some genuine quiet. Dani melts into me, which is awesome. She’s warm, she’s soft, she’s great. Oh, and she smells nice. August and Angie are getting inappropriately touchy, which just makes me laugh. I honestly couldn’t give a damn. They’re great together, and I love seeing people happy and in love. Same goes for Sol and Geralt. Like, who cares if they keep the whole house up all night every once in a while? Why the hell should I be mad that they’re having great sex? Little jealous, maybe… Dani puts her head on my shoulder, and I lean my cheek against her hair. Deep sigh. I used to think it wasn’t for me. I’m still not completely sure I can do it. But fuck, I’m gonna try. I want what they have. Love. Who knows, maybe I’ve already found it?

[bluestar22x]

Second Chance News

Second Chances (Part 7): Second Chance News

Summary: Marcus has been here before - Marcus POV

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x OFC!Elena

Rating: 18+ series, 13+ rated chapter

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy symptoms

Word Count: 2,371

Author’s Note: Yes, I picture his reaction when he puts two and two together being exactly like in that gif above. Same expression, different emotion behind it.

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“Marcus Moreno!”

Oh oh. If there was one thing Marcus knew was absolute, it was that it was never good when a mother or a wife used your full name.

“You’re leaving a trail of mud behind you,” Elena notified him, pointing at the floor he’d traveled over.

He glanced back and cringed. He’d only wandered a few feet off the doormat to hang up his jacket, but he had indeed left quite a mess behind him.

“Sorry,” he apologized, immediately kicking off his shoes and placing them back on the mat. “I’ll pick up my mess after I talk to Missy.”

“What do you need to talk to Missy about?” Elena questioned, back turned to him as she stirred the pot of soup she’d been cooking on the stove.

“The Heroics are having a meeting tomorrow and the bosses want all the kids there too,” Marcus informed her.

He heard whining by Elena’s feet and peered over the island in the center of the kitchen to see Ginger sitting there, staring longingly up at the pot of soup.

“Ginger, would you stop?” Elena snapped, glaring down at the dog before turning back to face Marcus. “Can you take Ginger with you upstairs? And tell Missy to stop sneaking her table scraps. She’s starting to beg again.”

“Sure thing,” he said, walking around to scoop up Ginger and quickly exiting the room to climb the stairs.

He glanced down at the little dog and raised his eyebrows. “She’s not having a good day, is she?” He’d have to ask Elena what was eating at her later. It wasn’t like her to be so short tempered with him, let alone Ginger, and usually it was his mother who hounded him about keeping the house clean. She’d gone behind his back many times to clean his house after he’d become a widower.

He knocked on the closed door to Missy’s room and she yelled, “Come in!”

When he did, he found her sitting up on her bed, cross-legged, playing some sort of mobile zoo game on her phone.

“What’s up?” she inquired, dragging her eyes away from the screen.

“I wanted to let you know that Berkely wants everyone at the meeting tomorrow,” he replied, “Including you.”

She perked up, always excited to be more involved with the Heroics team. She reminded him of himself before his family became his priority. “Awesome. Are they going to talk about getting us better suits?”

“I don’t know about that,” he said, shrugging. “They never really tell me anything beforehand.”

“Sometimes I think they forget you’re the leader of the team,” Missy told him.

“I think so too,” he agreed with a laugh.

“Why are you carrying Ginger around?” she quizzed.

Marcus deposited the dog on her bedspread and his daughter pulled her close to pet her. “She was getting on Elena’s nerves. You’ve got to stop giving her human food Missy.”

She flashed him a guilty look. “Sorry. It’s just so difficult. I mean, look at this face.” She gently framed the dog’s head so his eyes could meet Ginger’s.

“No more,” Marcus said firmly. He couldn’t blame his daughter for feeling guilty for not sharing her food with the dog, but it wasn’t good to teach her bad behavior either.

Missy sighed and let Ginger go. “Okay, fine.”

“Keep her in your room until supper,” Marcus ordered her.

“Yes, sir.” A little bit of rebellious teenager tone had seeped into Missy’s voice but he ignored it and headed for the door.

He paused before he could step out into the hall. “Missy?”

“Hmmm?”

“Does Elena seem off to you today?” Marcus twisted in his spot so he could see her reaction.

She shrugged. “Not really. Maybe she looks more tired than usual?”

He hummed at that. Something must’ve happened.

“Why?”

“She seems to be on edge tonight.”

“She did seem stressed out earlier,” Missy told him. “When she picked me up at Abuela’s house she mentioned that she’s overhauling the library at school. Said they made a mess of it when they did repairs last month. She also said she has to work on getting some new books and update the programs on all the library’s computers cause the tech guys are busy enough with the office ones plus the student laptops so they won’t have time for hers before school starts back in two weeks.”

That explains it.

“We’re on clean up duty tonight,” he declared.

“Fair,” Missy agreed.

Marcus arched his brows. Elena must have really sounded stressed out earlier for Missy not to protest. He made a mental note to be extra attentive that night.

X

After supper was eaten and the dishes were clean, Missy and Ginger returned to her room while Marcus and Elena plopped down on the couch to browse the TV.

She passed him the remote and curled up with her head on the armrest opposite to the one he was leaning against.

He frowned. “You don’t want to pick the channel?” Usually he let her choose because she was fussier about what they watched, but she shook her head at him.

“I’m a little queasy right now so I’m just going to close my eyes and try to sleep it off for a bit,” she told him.

“Oh? Did you eat something questionable today?”

Elena shook her head again. “I don’t think so. I think it’s from staring at the computer screens too long. I have a headache too.”

Made sense. “Alright, I’ll let you be.”

Elena mumbled a thank you to him and shortly after he found a show on the science channel to watch he noticed that her breathing steadied out. He watched her sleep for a moment, wishing silently for her sake that the city’s middle school would be a little more organized. If she was already in as rough shape as she was at that point, what would she be like by the time the school year officially started?

He eventually turned to focus on the TV, knowing there was nothing he could do about the incompetence of the bosses at the school, but he couldn’t keep it from eating at him. And, he realized, that wasn’t the only thing eating at him.

As far as he knew this was the first truly stressful day Elena had endured since summer vacation had begun, and it wasn’t like her to be worn down so fast. She was usually a high energy person. Not that she was hyper, but rather she could function longer and better than most people without an ounce of coffee in her system. And it was so unusual of her to let work get to her. The two weeks of prep for the school year had been fairly rough last year too, but she hadn’t complained at all.

And then there was the headache and queasiness she’d just mentioned. Yes, it wasn’t uncommon for someone to feel that way if they were staring at a screen for too long, but usually Elena wouldn’t sit long enough at a desk to get eye strain that badly. He’d seen her at work before. She tended to go back and forth between her book and online duties even when she was busy.

The neon sign of it all though was her moodiness. Elena wasn’t quick to anger, even when stressed out. She’d be more likely to cry out of frustration if anything, and even that was rare. And when she had a period? Marcus could never guess it unless she told him about it. She’d told him once that it was mostly thanks to the Midol pills she loyally took during that time. Not being in any pain did wonders for her.

If any one of the symptoms would’ve been missing, if he hadn’t seen Reina deal with similar ones, Marcus would’ve probably second guessed himself, but all together he could only come to one conclusion.

Elena was pregnant.

He looked down at her then, his mouth forming an “o” as his eyes trailed down her body for any physical signs. There weren’t any, not yet, as far as he could tell, but his gut instinct was screaming that he was right. It just made too much sense.

He wasn’t really shocked. He and Elena had stopped using protection well over three months ago, they’d been hoping for this to happen, and their chances had been high, but that didn’t stop his stomach from fluttering a bit at the idea that he was going to be a father again. That he and Elena had created a new life together. Awe sprouted from that thought and he wondered how anyone could not feel like the world had shifted after having that kind of revelation. He grinned.

It had been over fourteen years since he’d shared a home with someone pregnant, but he still remembered it fairly well. And while some days had been pretty rough for Reina, there had been a lot of good days too. He couldn’t wait for Elena to have those good days, to see her eyes light up with the kind of joy he’d once seen in Reina’s. The joy that made it all worth it.

He hoped for it at least. He knew that not every mother experienced pregnancy the same way as Reina, that some had it rougher, but it was no use worrying about it. He knew Elena wanted to get pregnant, and that would be enough for the moment.

Marcus felt like he wanted to burst having figured it out, but he refused to let himself wake her over it, so he settled for resting a hand on one of her lower legs and using his fingers to draw circles onto her skin as he anxiously waited.

It was nearly an hour later when she stirred, slowly sitting up and shaking the fuzziness caused by her nap out of her head. As she blinked away her lethargy, Marcus couldn’t help but smile at her.

“What?” she asked when she noticed.

“I don’t think you’re just tired,” Marcus told her, placing his hand on her knee and giving it a gentle squeeze. “I think you’re pregnant honey.”

She sucked in a deep breath and her eyes brightened. “You think so? Today was so awful and this last week I’ve had my head at work nearly full time…I didn’t consider it. Now that I think about it, it wasn’t just today. I’ve been more tired for a while now, just not bad enough for me to think something was up. And my period is late by a few days.”

“You should go take one of those tests you got when we started trying,” Marcus suggested. Not that he thought he might be wrong, but he couldn’t wait for his suspicions to be confirmed.

“They recommend taking those in the morning,” Elena informed him. “Less chance of a false negative.”

“Do you want to wait that long?”

She chuckled. “God no.”

She stood and Marcus followed her upstairs to their bedroom, where he waited on the edge of the bed as she peed on a couple sticks. After she was finished she joined him, waiting for the alarm she’d set on her watch to go off.

They both jumped a little when it started beeping, and Elena quickly shut it off before strolling over to the bathroom sink. Marcus trailed behind, stopping in the doorway.

When Elena clutched one of the tests to her chest, a wide grin on her face, he got all the evidence he needed, but she still presented both sticks to him after. Each test had two blue lines running through their result windows.

“I’m definitely pregnant,” she declared.

He beamed at her. “Yes you are.”

“We’re having a baby.”

He nodded and she threw her arms around his neck. “God, I’m so happy I don’t know what to do with myself,” she admitted.

He laughed joyfully as he wrapped his arms around her waist. “Me neither honey.”

When she pulled away slightly he leaned down to kiss her and she melted into his touch, letting herself drink in the moment as much as he was.

Eventually they separated and Marcus rubbed both of her arms up and down, wondering how he was going to convince himself to keep his hands to himself for even five minutes during the rest of her pregnancy.

“We should tell Missy,” Elena decided.

Marcus frowned. “Of course we will.”

“I mean right now,” she explained. “Missy’s a smart girl, and if we don’t tell her about it before she figures it out she’s going to be hurt.”

Elena was right. And it wasn’t like Missy didn’t know that they were trying for a baby. They’d been upfront and honest with her about their intentions of having another child, and she’d been supportive of it, whether or not she actually wanted to be a big sister.

“Alright, let’s go.”

Marcus led her to Missy’s room, his hand clasped with one of hers, and knocked on the door for the second time that night. Like the first time, she shouted for them to come in.

She was at her desk this time, watching a movie on her laptop. When she saw the serious expressions on their faces she looked nervous. “Everything alright?”

Elena gave her a reassuring smile. “It is. More than alright. Your dad and I just have some news to share with you.”

“Oh?”

Marcus and Elena shared a glance before he continued, “Elena just finished taking a couple pregnancy tests and they were both positive.”

Missy’s eyes widened like saucers and her jaw dropped as she stood and turned to Elena. “You’re pregnant?”

“I am,” she confirmed.

“I’m going to be a big sister?” Missy sounded more and more excited with every word.

Elena nodded.

“Oh my god,” Missy howled out. She sprung into her arms and Elena laughed.

“I take you’re happy,” Marcus teased, a hand on her back.

“Wait until I tell Guppy I got a little sibling before her,” Missy said, smirking.

He shook his head at her in disapproval, but he couldn’t help but smile after.

He couldn’t have asked for a better night.  

[little-cereal-draws]

I don't think Kitty would like going to the doctors/vet. The whole declawing thing has really made her stay as far away from medical professionals as possible.

I think that it’s not FEAR per say, just a deep general mistrust. It’s been so long since that disastrous visit when she was small and she was probably drugged during it so she can’t remember it SUPER well, and logically knows why doctors are good, but still distrusts them more than normal ppl (which is saying smth lol). I think she would prefer to deal w everything herself and only go to the doctor when it’s an absolute emergency/she is literally dying. In that situation, she’ll let the doctor touch her and do their work but it’s super nerve racking the whole time. She wants a complete list of everything they’re going to do and how they’re going to do it beforehand, and they better stick exactly to that list or she will attack them and run out.

She’s only gone a couple times in her life and always has gone by herself. It’s been… manageable… but in a way where you just have to grin and bear and hope it ends quickly. It’s better when her newfound friends come w her (tho she’ll never admit it).

I think eventually it would come up somehow and puss and perrito would be like “what do u mean you’ve broken seven bones but have only gone to the dr twice?? Even if they're healed now, you should probably go in for a checkup.” It turns into a huge fight bc she doesn’t want to go but just when the boys are abt to give in, she says she’ll do it. But only bc of how concerned they are, she knows she’s fine. It’s several days of mental prep first, u can’t spring these things on her, and they have to promise stay w her the entire time. So they go and it turns out to be much easier w ppl who care abt her/she trusts than when she goes by herself.

Puss helps her keep an eye on the dr and follows them around when she has to stay on the table. This is great actually bc then she knows someone who actually cares about her is watching what the dr is doing while their back is turned to her and she can’t see. Puss even goes so far to “test” some of the equipment which leads to the appointment taking a SUPER long time and him accidentally hurting himself a few times lol (It wasn’t anything serious, just a few pokes and bumps bc he was being orange and rushing in before he knew what it did/how to use it)

Perrito just kinda chills on the table next to Kitty and offers up comforting words and positive reinforcement. She even lets him put his head in her lap which is huge for him. Perrito would never hurt anybody, especially someone he knows it’s trying to help his friend, but when Kitty starts getting all hissy and puffed up bc smth isn’t going how she planned or her personal space isn’t being respected, he’ll bark and growl along with her to really drive the message home that the dr needs to back off. Honestly, the dr would probably step away anyway even if he wasn't helping her but Kitty secretly appreciates it. Knowing that her friends are here and are even willing to fight the dr if something bad happened to her certainly helps her feel more comfortable.

It goes... as well as it can given the circumstances and they promise (lie) that they’ll be back in six months on the way out. They also steal the whole bucket of treats. Kitty had scoffed when the dr had offered her one but Puss said that they were actually pretty good and ofc Perrito wanted one too and next thing the dr knew, all the treats were all gone, bucket and everything lol

Kitty and the boys compromise on one check up a year (she wanted to do none but they wanted her to be healthy). Ofc if it’s an emergency than maybe they can renegotiate that number but she’s always super careful in her missions so the odds of that emergency happening aren’t high.

[dulcewrites]

I know the modern Dearon x oc and Aemond x oc au was less popular than the other aus but you once mentioned that you planned for Dearon to find out about Aemond seeing his crush at Viserys’ funeral or when Aegon got hospitalized and the family came to visit him and both of those scenarios are so insanely cool I was wondering if you could maybe tell us which one you were leaning towards more and how it would have played out.

If the family reunion does take place at the hospital because Aegon got into a motorcycle accident it would be so funny if Aegon would still be a little high from the painkillers and have no filter whatsoever. Especially if somehow he knew beforehand that the girl Aemond brought is the one Dearon had a crush on (Maybe Dearon told him a while ago when asking for girl related advise ) and he would just blurt that piece of information out without a second thought.

The reason why I was rooting for this one so much is that I honestly can’t picture Aemond and Dearon having like a competitive rivalry over some girl the way Aegon and Aemond are often depicted doing in fanfics. I think Aemond would be a really good older brother and would never see Dearon as competition and wouldn’t do anything to hurt his feelings so the story wouldn’t have any of that cliche brothers fighting over girl feel.

As for the Greek life au

Honestly all the ideas that I bring up here are things I can see myself writing, it’s just timing and like… getting it done that slows me down lmao. My brain moves and my fingers either do or don’t. So there is a great possibility I do the Greek life au before anything else simply bc i actually have a part 1 semi done oppose to a modern royal or succession au where I really just have a brief outline of what I’d like it to be. Ofc this comes with the caveat of me finishing other things I have planned.

As for what route I’d go, I think the funeral idea is what I’d lean more towards. it would hold the most weight bc Aegon, in all universes does silly stupid shit. But their dad dying, regardless of how shitty he is, does rock the foundation of their family. They (Aemond and daeron) have to reconcile with it in different ways. Daeron out of all the kids probably has the most idealistic view of viserys while Aemond probably has the worst. So you have the kids figuring things out (for example I have this whole idea of Aemond really disliking being a frat/Greek life as a whole. He makes a bunch of excuses saying he did it bc it looks good and it means connections but really it was for viserys approval. That being an interesting parallel to clarisse, who has a good relationship with her mom, but still strives to be in the sorority for that same approval), plus what I said about rhaenicent being together in this universe.

And you’re right, I do think daeron and Aemond having a close bond versus an adversarial one makes for an interesting dynamic. I have my own headcanon that even in the hotd world, daeron is the closest to Aemond. I imagine a young Aemond writing to his brother a lot especially since he feels isolated from the boys in king’s landing. It would be interesting bc just bc they love each other deeply doesn’t mean they always do right by each other. I can imagine, especially in a time of grief aemond turning to clarisse and enjoying having the attention and affection. The same way in a time of grief I can see daeron lashing out in a way he probably wouldn’t. They are well aware of each other’s feelings on the matter which makes things harder

[nervouswreckhere]

My interpretation of the timeline is that Wanda did have Clay within the recent time frame, and then shortly after went evil. (does the story specifically state that Wanda became Ruina at the time Monstrox was defeated?) Ofc, this still presents the question as to why Ruina looks so young in comparison to Merlock, but 1) Merlock seems to have always had that old man white hair going on and 2) She is his younger sister; But whatever younger means within the context of how magicians physically age within the nexo lore (never thought I’d use that as a term) in relation to their centuries-spanning life span is uncertain. Like, is she only a few years younger, or like, decades? Do magic-possessing people simply age at a significantly slower rate? That would make sense until we see Clay, who is very clearly growing like a normal person. So, do magic-possessing people age normally up until a certain point, and from then-on age significantly slower than the rest? Or is Clay just a special case? It’s all horribly confusing, and I am 100% over analyzing.

oh yeah. confusing is putting it lightly. i think they age as a normal people should - their magic and the world's magic that uses them as conducts just rejuvenates their cell lifespan. cool, innit?

i recently rewatched season 3 and i caught monstrox (human-esque monstrox, in merlok's memory dream movie) implying that he still has allies on the wizard's council even after being banished or kicked out. and wanda was alive and kicking then otherwise he wouldn't have known about her statue - true, he could have learned that from merlok but he had to have known her beforehand otherwise he wouldn't have sent out scouts to search for someone capable

or i think that's what he said - i mean he knew she was the most evil thing in the entire kingdom? i strongly headcanon monstrox created compulsion and behavior-altering spells to control his monsters or at least make them aggressive as they are. and what better way to test their strength than against a witch of wanda's caliber.

is it somewhere stated that monstrox is responsible for wanda's evilization? no, i just like to think it is

as to why merlock is grey long before wanda is - i headcanon (and wrote a beginning of a fic) that they are almost two decades apart in age and merlock got the short end of the gene pool

continue to overanalyze things! - that's what makes everything more interesting and complex - as you can see i do the same shit and most of my ideas are a bit morbid so *shrugs*

the timeline is weird but that might be some magic spell cast to lull the nation into a sense of security? or is that too unethical? maybe a grief-stricken merlok concocted that plan with the queen and king, they giving their permission for their memories to be altered?... okay this is a bit much even for me

ANYWAY. it's confusing. and i love it

[sadlybeans]

Nelyo

my favourite boi, love of my life, my little baby—

buckle up bc this is quite the ride

pretend i can draw scars

✨first age, post-imprisonment:✨

Either extremely short or shaved hair.

Nearly blind in left eye.

Missing both tips of his ears.

Favours left side when standing for his chronic pains.

Closeted and deep into denial, goes by she/her till the day he dies.

Originally named Russariel/Narwafinda.

if you guessed he’s gil-galad’s parent—

you’re right

long story aside

extremely traumatic ordeal, he and Finno still don’t end up together, Ereinion despises him

Two full heads taller than the average man and sinda, one head taller than the average noldo. no i don’t wanna do the work of putting an actual number to it.

Self harm scars on his fingers. (When he thinks he’s having delusions, he uses the pain to ground himself. As a consequence, doesn’t have much feeling in them.)

Freckles that I couldn’t draw bc the brush was being a bitch.

Sickly white skin.

Patches when hair don’t grow in his scalp.

Very raspy and hoarse voice.

✨first age, Elrond & Elros:✨

Is the only one who knows how to do braids, the twins’ hair never looks decent bc of this (try to do it with a single mangled hand). Káno often just puts their hair in ponytails that never really look good, but the twins refuse to do their hair themselves.

To his death, Elros wore his hair gathered in a ponytail.

All grown up, Elrond wore his braided like Nelyo did it.

Whenever he slept totally still and nearly not breathing, the boys knew he was having nightmares and snuck into his bed.

The twins actually became really loud when in their care, because they noticed Káno and Nelyo becoming anxious in absolute silence.

there were no more little brothers causing mayhem. silence became painful.

Elrond and Elros come out of their care speaking only quenya, with a marked Fëanorian accent, and refuse to speak anything else for years.

the day they left the boys waited deep into the night by the entrance to their refuge.

even after months of hunting food by their own they refused to give up.

eventually Elrond obeyed Nelyo’s orders to go to Gil-Galad.

they were gone.

forever.

Ereinion Gil-Galad still hated Nelyo, he always would. He only took them in because they came from his father’s side of the family, because he thought they were more victims to the House of Fëanor.

Maybe they were, but they still loved their fathers.

Elros Tar-Minyatur never once spoke a single word to him.

Elrond Peredhel only ever did it out of necessity and required politeness towards the king.

✨third age, newly reembodied:✨

Second time’s the charm; right hröa!

Exact same height as before, just a little bulkier.

Fixed relationship with his parents.

Fëanor and Nerdanel were ecstatic to name their firstborn son.

Essentially bullied into accepting that Finno loves him and that he deserves that love.

THEY. FINALLY. MARRY.

bc seriously guys wtf why did it take you three fucking eras

Decent relationship with the extended family.

i mean everyone sort of avoids them so they gotta support each other

ofc this is Nerdanel and her sisters in law’s doing

Became closer with Findo because they have common ground in worrying for Káno.

might or might have not been kicked in the balls beforehand tho

“Shut up Finno, your husband will be fine! I waited millennia for that and it was amazing!”

A few years are spent home, but there’s things to fix and a little brother to find.

There’s already a boat awaiting to sail for Middle Earth one last time.

[keymintt]

well it's a good thing the stuff's nontoxic