#she doesn't want me to shave my head for some reason

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if this gets 200 notes i'll shave my head without my mom's approval

[fox-mulder-gets-pegged]

Been spending my time lately thinking of a House MD au where, through a series of accidents and lies and a bet he didn't rly intend to win, House ends up as a registered foster parent (he's still addicted to Vicodin and his normal dickish workaholic self but for some reason he cleared the requirements and trust me he's as stunned and mildly concerned as everyone else is).

Through further Shenanigans™, he ends up accidentally getting handed fostership of not one, not two, but three hellish but brilliant kids:

1. This total smartass 16 year old named Robert Chase who yeah he's a bitchy teenaged boy and a former rich kid and Australian with enough mommy and daddy issues to reawaken Freud after his dad dipped and absconded all parental rights and his mom drank herself to death, but he's also got a nice car left over from his rich kid days and an eye for detail and weirdly enough his best friend/mortal enemy (some other teen named Eric Foreman) and his on again off again girlfriend (Allison Cameron, totally won't last if u ask House) both work at the hospital as a candy striper and after school in the cafeteria respectively so House can get all the inside gossip from Chase. Plus Chase has no problems breaking and entering into patient's homes which helps bc since he's not employed by the hospital Cuddy can't complain as far as House is concerned.

2. A 14 year old girl who only answers to Thirteen (House knows he could look her name up in her file but honestly it drives Chase nuts that she won't tell him her real name and that's good enough for him) and who's dad was declared unfit after the death of his wife to Huntington's devastated him. She's a total nightmare, snarky and quick witted and freakishly smart even tho she puts most of those smarts towards things like shaving Chase's entire head (eyebrows included) bc he's trying to grow a sucky teenage mustache, and trying to take House's wallet bc she keeps calling him Old Man and he informed her he's actually only 25 but the stress of fostering has aged him prematurely and she's like 95% sure that's a lie but she wants to check his license and make sure bc everyone lies. She loves tormenting Chase by telling him his best friend and/or his girlfriend is hot and asking if they're single.

And 3. This 6 year old boy named Lawrence Kutner who's weirdly cheerful considering his parents got killed in front of him. He's way too chatty and excellent at puzzles and the only morning person in the entire house and therefore frequently tries to make breakfast (he likes to be helpful and he hasn't burned the place down yet so House doesn't feel the need to stop him). Once he told House he was gonna build a Death Star in the living room and House said lol sure go ahead whatever, only to return home from work to discover Kutner called himself out from school and has a huge wooden frame made of broken furniture in the living room. House rly can't argue since he did say go ahead. Benefits of fostering a 6 year old are 1. The babes love it, 2. Free excuse to leave work early/come in late/not show up at all, and 3. Justification for buying juice boxes and Ritz crackers. The neighbor kid Taub is his go to babysitter bc his mom volunteered him forcibly and Taub is lowkey praying that babysitting Kutner could lead to an in at Princeton Plainsboro once he graduates high-school and finishes medical school (it won't, House doesn't believe in nepotism unless it benefits him).

The adventures of House and his Foster Ducklings mostly revolve around being a Found Family, but do involve frequent plots such as:

House fired his brand new fellows again (he tosses em every three or so months, he hasn't found The Right Team yet) and will sometimes bring his foster kids in, hand em doctors coats, and tell patients that they're just a bunch of medical savants here to consult yes even the 6 year old he's actually Harvard's youngest graduate ever.

House sends the kids to break into a patient's home. They refuse. House tells them the first one to find black mold or lead paint or a dead animal or whatever gets $20. They agree. Chase drops Thirteen and Kutner off at a bus stop across town and drives over himself so he can get an hour and a half head start (ultimate fuck them kids moment, however Thirteen did steal his wallet so guess who's paying for lunch and their taxi ride to the patient's house? Net loss.)

Cuddy demands House does his clinic hours. House sends his foster kids to do his clinic hours for him. Tfw you go to the free walk in clinic for a sore throat and a cough and your doctor is a 6 year old boy who keeps asking for help with spelling whilst filling out your chart.

Wilson babysits them one (1) time since House doesn't trust Chase not to throw a party or sell his foster siblings on eBay if left as the one in charge. He wakes up with a big strip of hair poorly bleached right down the middle. Chase crushed up stolen sleeping pills and mixed them into a juice box, which Kutner 'innocently' offered to Wilson. Thirteen was going to bleach and dye his whole head blue (for practice, she wants to dye her hair but she's certainly not gonna fuck up her own hair until she has the method down) but Wilson woke up pretty quickly due to years of House drugging him. Wilson has not offered to babysit again.

Anyways this is my House Foster Ducklings au which I'm thinking about actually writing. Thank u 🫡

[yeeterthek33per]

New Beginnings and Interesting Reads

Mary Fowler x Reader

Requested by Anon

Honestly, she'd thought she could get away with not stopping to check on the little red light on her dash. It was just blinking so incessantly that she wanted desperately to have it just go away.

Who would have thought the great Mary Fowler, Australian Matildas Footballer, was one to ignore her car screaming at her until it forced her to pull over.

So now, she was stuck on foot, walking around a tiny ass town on the outskirts of Manchester after having it towed to the local mechanic. It wasn't tiny tiny, after all, there was, in fact, a mechanic.

There were a few dotted shops here and there, and there was a main street with a couple of grocery stores and various goods and services fronts. One that, for some reason, stood out to her was a rustic little two storey building. Standing out from the modernised concreting of the other stores surrounding it.

As she walked up to the door, she could see it was a bookstore. Books were lining the windows of varying conditions and colours.

The Rugged Pages.

Huh. Seems like something from a fantasy universe. Perfect way to kill time.

A little bell chimes when she steps in the store with a little push of the door. It's only a few seconds before a smiling employee greets her from behind one the many book laden wooden shelves.

She greets the employee back but doesn't really get a good look at them because she's too preoccupied looking around at the interior of the place.

It's a much bigger interior than she expected. Instead of a full second floor, there's a balcony that wraps around the outer walls and a set of what looks like mahogany stairs leading up from the far left. The centre of it opens up to peer into the upper ceiling and the walls of bookshelves that line the balcony.

There's dozens of shelves downstairs, with varying genres of books and age grouped stories. Starting with the kids' section towards the front and the more adult esque reads towards the far wall.

The oak counter is sat towards the far right of the back wall, a doorway just set in behind it leading in to what Mary assumes is a back/storage room.

"Is there anything I can help you with, miss?"

The accent is shockingly familiar to the aussie. A smile creeps onto her face as she gets a full look of the person behind the australian accent.

Shoulder-length hair pulled up into a high bun with a midlength undercut that looks like it hasnt been shaved down in a few weeks. A pair of plastic framed country road glasses sit on your face, and you're wearing a loose-fitting red flannel shirt tied at the waist with a browny looking red shirt underneath. It's paired together with some black jeans and a pin tacked to the outer pocket on your flanno. The pin has your name on it surrounded by intricate metal flows and vines.

It reads "Hi! My name is Y/n."

"Hey, no, I'm all good, just browsing."

You nod softly with a small smile. You tilt your head back towards where you're loading a big box of books onto some of the smaller shelves designed for kids towards the front of the store.

"Let me know if you need anything."

Mary nods softly before moving to peruse one of the shelves in with it marked 'LGBTQIA+'.

The shelf is lined with varying titles and fronts. There's markers every few books. 'MLM' 'WLW' 'Bisexual Romance' 'Chaotic Ace' (That one makes her snicker a little) 'WLW Mystery' and many other categories. She picks out a title that sticks out to her. 'The Shattered Lands' by Brenda Nation. Perfect, that will do.

She peruses a bit longer in other sections but eventually makes her way to the counter where you pop out from your spot, loading books up.

"Ah, the Shattered Lands, that's a good read. From tiktok?" A little confused, Mary shakes her head.

"No, I.. I just thought it might be interesting." You raise your brow slightly. A smile pulls at your lips.

"I'm glad then. The only time anyone buys this one is if they're fans of the author from tiktok. It's nice to see someone pick it up for the genuine interest. It was a good one to read. If you have the time, there's a little reading corner just by the window if you like."

Mary glances over. It's a comfy little nook with couches and multiple cushions, both on the floor and on the seating. She is killing time at the moment, and she mentions as such, agreeing to stay for a bit to read the book. It was gonna be a few hours before she had to go get her car again. The mechanic said she'd call Mary when the car was fixed. She's lucky. She's got a few days yet before she has anything she needs to do urgently.

"Actually, I might take you up on that offer, I'm stuck here til my car gets fixed, so I've got plenty of time to kill."

You nod in understanding, "Make yourself comfy." As you gesture to the lounge area.

She manages to bury herself into the book for about an hour, various people coming and going, some regulars that she hears you greet with a warm smile and playful tone, most new customers travelling through looking for some quick picks to read on their travels, which you greet with a bright smile and help guide them to what they're looking for.

Eventually, though, she's left feeling a little stiff and eventually gets up to wander the shelves. She finds you reading a book yourself at the counter, having completed stacking any new deliveries for the day. You look up at her as she does so, eyes following her over the top of the pages.

"So what's got you coming through here? Travelling from home? Doesn't sound too much like you're from around this area."

Her eyes crinkle with a laugh as she approaches and sits on one of the stools placed underneath the countertop.

"No, I'm just in from Manchester, I live and work there for eight months out of the year, I am from Australia though, just moved for the job, I take it you were too?"

You nod, "Little podunk set of towns in NSW. Moved up north for the opportunity with a business partner of mine. Ended up owning this place instead. Plus, the women's soccer is nice to have available to watch."

Mary blushes a little at that. Did you know?

You chuckle a little, blushing a bit yourself, oops. "Yeah, sorry, I didn't wanna call you out like that. I knew who you were, just didn't wanna bring it up on you, keep work at work, that kind of thing."

She laughs at that, shaking her head.

"Honestly, thank you for that. It's nice to have a little time to myself without any professionalism. Don't worry, though. You had me fooled for a good bit."

Your eyes sparkle with a little playfulness. "Happy to be of service, m'lady." Before continuing. "How're you liking the book so far?"

Mary, to her credit, actually had been enjoying the book, but she couldn't sit still long enough to read anymore.

"It's been pretty good, I got up to the bit about Sapphire going to find the red-haired witch in the forest to ask about what she might know about her origins."

"Ah, you're in for a treat then. The book keeps you on your toes, though."

"Right? There are so many twists already."

"But I'm guessing you're getting a little fidgety there?"

Her nose scrunches up a little, and she sheepishly nods. "Not much of a sitter I've come to discover."

You nod, biting your lip a little. "Would you wanna take a walk around town for a bit? I've got a lunch break for an hour or so. I figured, since you've time and all."

You pause to wait for a bit before backtracking again, a little flustered. "Not that you have to, I just thought you might wanna get out of here for a bit. Come look at some of the cafes with me."

Mary smiles and nods a little more enthusiasticly than she likes. "Absolutely, of course, but I wouldn't want to take up your time."

"Absolutely not, I'm offering. I kinda wanna learn more about you."

She smiles back, nodding, and you begin grabbing your stuff before leading her out of the store and locking the place up temporarily with an "on break" sign posed in the window.

You walk beside her for a few blocks, chatting idly about the town and its aspects. "There's a few places I go to when I forget to buy food for work, which today happens to be one of those days."

You lead her to a cozy little coffee shop. Inside, it's a bit warmer, and the smell of brewing liquid life permeates the air. You nod at the barista working the register. "That's Em, my most likely future best man."

Emily looks up at you as you enter. "Look who it is, ratbag. In for the morning usual?"

You shake your head amused, "Yeah, Em, and another one for the new girl."

"Hi, how are you? I'm Emily."

"Hey, nice to meet you, I'm doing pretty good, keeping this one busy, it seems."

"I'm showing her the good places to hit up in town, just getting coffee first. How do you want your coffee?"

Mary gives her order to Em, who starts working on the two beveridges right away. As you wait, she asks about the reason in particular for this town.

"Cause she can't get enough of this!" Emily yells out from behind the machine.

You roll your eyes at the barista. "Nah, you're a pain in the ass."

"You love this ass."

"Too much sometimes, honestly, why are we friends again?"

She gives you a mock offended look, clutching at invisible pearls.

You chuckle and turn back to the striker beside you. "The opportunity was there. The place was cheap, and a quick fix. Plus, the people here are okay."

Emily interjects, waving you both over.

"Actually, the people here are really nice. This one's just an asshole." She winks at Mary as she says it.

"Don't listen to her. She's just jealous cause she can't get a date in a town with a population of two hundred."

Mary raises a brow at that.

"A date?"

You flush quickly realising what you said. "I mean, it was more of a-"

"Nice going sweetheart'."

You whip your head around at the girl behind the counter. "Shut up."

Mary's head tilts back in a laugh. "If you wanted this to be a date, all you had to do was ask."

Your mouth drops open at that, and Emily laughs at your expression. Mary smirks as she picks up her drink and walks to the door, gesturing for you both to keep moving.

"I like this one, keep her around for me!"

Em calls after you, and you turn to glare at the blonde.

This woman certainly has you on your toes.

Your cheeks are basically pinker than they've ever been but you follow regardless, a little sheepish if anything.

You rub at your neck as you both slowly stroll around the corner, away from view. "Sorry about that, I just kind of assumed and I-"

"Ask me."

You look up at her confused.

"Ask me, you want it to be a date, ask me."

Your bite your lower lip trying to hold back from a massive grin.

"Will you join me in this fine, fine hour and go on a date with me?"

"Nah."

Your head does a double take before the girl chuckles and shakes her head.

"I'm kidding, of course I will."

You sigh in relief. You didn't wanna miss this opportunity. She's gorgeous, she plays your favourite sport for a living, she likes to read and she lives relatively close to you. It's nice not to have to be stuck in a one sided long distance relationship. Woah, hold your horses, hasn't gotten that far yet.

"Great, then I've got a great place we can go to, just give me a few minutes while I go lock up for the day, a half hour isn't long enough to be honest."

You're gone for about ten minutes, and you come back to Mary back inside the cafe, chatting with your friend.

"Hey, sorry about that, ready to go?"

Mary nods, and Emily waves you both goodbye.

She slips her arm around yours. You're slightly shorter than her, so it's a little weird at first, but you eventually settle into the hold.

You both walk to another section of town. There, you bring her to a place that looks like a little sandwich shop with a massive arcade attached to it. You tell her about your first encounter here. The place looked decent and turned out to be pretty good. Good enough that you were back on the regular.

"Hey, Y/n, usual today?"

Georgie greets you from behind the register.

"Not today, I'm with someone for a few hours."

"Ah, gotcha. What would you like love?"

Mary hums for a second, browsing over the menu. You watch as she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth for a second, and you realise you're staring when she looks back at the cashier. "I'll have a number 12 and a water, please." "Coming right up, hon, and for you L/n?"

"I'll take a number 5 today, please."

"No mayo, extra pickles with a sunkist?"

"You got it."

"16 pound 50 today love."

You're quick to jump in and tap your card before Mary pulls her phone out. She pouts at you, and you chuckle. "I asked you out."

"Only because I told you to." You stick your tongue out at that cheekily. "I wanted to."

Your food comes quickly, and you find a table in the corner, away from the door and any large windows.

The food is amazing as per usual, and the look on Mary's face agrees with that from her first bite. The food is always good here.

"Good, right?"

She groans, "You're kidding, right? How do they make sandwiches taste so good?"

You chuckle and shrug, "No idea, must be that southern English love."

"I swear my nutritionist is gonna kill me, that and my bank account."

"Yeah, I tend to avoid this part of town most days because if I even get close to this place, I can't resist a good teriyaki chicken club."

You finish your food and drinks, and you pull her up with a giddy grin as you lead her into the arcade and grab a loaded up card from your pocket.

"The food is amazing, but the games are pretty close. Come on, I wanna see what we can win today."

You spend the better part of two hours in there, ranging from a basketball hoop shooter to the Mario Kart racer. Turns out, Mary is really good at arcade games. And it turns competitive quite a few times.

In the end, you come away with a combined 2000 tickets.

Which is honestly pretty good for two people in that amount of time. With that, you both pick out a few lollies and a stuffed bear in a soccer uniform, which you all too happily hand over to her. (*It may have cost a few thousand more than you actually earned, but she doesn't need to know that you dipped into your saved tickets for it*)

In the end, the date slows down to a slow stroll around town in the late afternoon. And it's only when she finally gets a call from the mechanic that it has to come to an end.

You walk her back to just outside the mechanics while she picks up her car and pays for the repairs. She's parked it just on the street outside the bookshop while you two talk for a bit.

"Guess this is it for the night, then?" You ask tentatively, shuffling a little.

Mary smiles softly and nods a little.

"Yeah, I have to get back to Manchester with this stuff. And I've got teammates waiting for me to get back as well."

You nod in understanding. You're a little upset about the date ending, but you don't show it.

"Thank you for agreeing to come out with me today."

"Hey, pretty girl asks me out, I'm not gonna say no. Besides, I'm definitely gonna be back. I wouldn't wanna miss out on a second date. And a chance to pay you back for the bear as well." There's a twinkle in her eye that says she damn well knows how much you spent on her earlier, and you blush a little.

"So there's a second date?" You ask with raised brow.

"If you'll have me."

"Without a doubt." You answer without hesitation. Mary grins and grabs your hands in hers. She pulls you into her, and you grin, leaning up. She meets you halfway with a soft kiss to your lips.

It sends tingles down your spine, and her hands running up and down your arms leave goosebumps in their wake, making you shiver a little.

It deepens for a second before you take a step back, stopping yourself from holding her hostage here any longer and going any further than you should.

"You're amazing, you know that?"

It has her grinning, and she scrunches her nose adorably. Her hand finds yours to squeeze it a few times before she presses one last kiss to your lips and bids you farewell.

"I'll message you soon, pretty girl, I want that second date I was promised."

"Wouldn't miss it for the world, drive safe, cutie."

She waves goodbye and drives off, heading in the direction of the highway, going back to Machester.

You can still feel the tingle of lips against yours, the feel of her fingertips on your skin, and it leaves you keening for more, despite her being long gone. You'd have to keep an eye out on your phone now.

As Mary's cruising along the highway, all she can think about is how your lips felt against hers. How you'd grinned at her when she'd pulled you in to meet her against the side of her car. How easy the two of you just settled into easy banter and how open you seemed to be with her. You were definitely someone she didn't want to let go of just yet.

[xoxoavenger]

could you do any teen wolf character x reader where she doesn’t know she’s supernatural until the deadpool and everyone is trying to keep it from her bc maybe she’s a character’s sister?

thank you ❣️

Who's Gonna Tell Her?

pairing: Jordan Parrish x Fem!Reader

word count: 2876

warnings: canon typical gore (no detail)

12 Days of Christmas masterlist main masterlist

"Have you told your sister?" Scott asked as they got ready for the game.

"I'm not really sure how. Even I don't fully understand it." Liam told him, pulling his jersey on over his pads.

"Well, she's adopted, right?" Liam nodded at Scott's question. "She could have been born a supernatural but never known. It happened to Lydia."

"The assassin is going to be out tonight. You have to tell her soon." Stiles butt in, and Liam shook his head.

"She's dating Parrish; he can protect her until I figure out what to do." Liam told them, grabbing his stick and shutting his locker. They had been having the same rendition of this conversation for at least thirty minutes, and he was tired of fighting.

"Parrish doesn't know about the deadpool. He doesn't know that she's on it. He can't protect her if he doesn't know what to protect." Stiles pointed out. Scott nodded as he look to his beta.

"We have to at least tell him." Scott agreed, shutting his locker in unison with Stiles.

"Can't we just play lacrosse?" Liam asked. Scott and Stiles shared a look, frowning. They both knew Liam would never be able to 'just play lacrosse' again. "Look, the assassin is on the lacrosse team. Y/N and Parrish have a date night tonight anyway. We just need to worry about ourselves not getting killed." He pointed out, making the older boys nod.

"Alright, but after tonight, we have to figure out a plan." Stiles said as they turned their attention toward coach. He had been talking, giving some kind of speech, but it apparently wasn't important.

"It's only one night. She won't even be here." Liam said, mostly to himself. He was trying to keep from freaking out, because not only was he at risk of dying, but now his sister was too. The worst part was that he didn't even know what his sister was, and he wasn't sure anyone else would either.

~

"I don't want to have to cancel." Jordan said from his desk. His girlfriend was sitting on top of it, frowning. She had gone all out for this date, even shaving, and of course her boyfriend was busy.

"I know you don't." She looked down, trying not to let her emotions get the best of her. She knew that he wouldn't cancel if he didn't have to, and it did look like he was drowning in work, but it still made her sad.

"The Sheriff is going to the lacrosse game and with all the murders happening-"

"Hey," Y/N grabbed his chin and made him look up, and he sighed as he looked at her gorgeous face. It always grounded him. "It's okay. Maybe I'll go to the lacrosse game too." They shared a kiss, and Jordan wished he could just leave his job.

"How's Liam?" He asked, making Y/N groan.

"I know you are not asking about my brother in the few short moments we have together." He chuckled, kissing her again. He wanted to tell her about Meredith, who was in the Sheriff's office and the reason why he had to cancel, but that meant he could lose his job. He knew that weird things were happening, but he didn't know how to describe it. And part of him - the selfish part - didn't want to somehow endanger or worry her.

"Sorry." He smiled, and Y/N returned it. She got up to leave, giving him a few quick pecks before walking out. "I love you." He called making her smile wider and turn around

"I love you too."

When she got to her car, she tried to call Liam, but it just went to voicemail. She figured he was warming up, so she'd just go anyway. She let his recorded voice ring out as she turned the car on, putting it in reverse as the line beeped.

"Hey, Liam, it's me. Jordan had to cancel, so I'm gonna be coming to your game." It was silent for a second as she thought about what else to say, but ultimately came up empty. "Alright, well, see ya soon! Love you!" She hung up, throwing her phone into the passenger seat and pulling out of the station.

~

"Liam, is that your sister next to Mason?" Stiles asked the group. They all turned to look into the stands, and Liam put his hands to his head, trying not to break his helmet as emotions ran quickly through him.

"What is she doing here?" Scott turned, and Liam shook his head as he began to freak out.

"She had a date with Parrish! She isn't supposed to be here!" Liam said, the others looking at each other to figure out how to calm him down. She smiled and waved from her place in the bleachers, alone, without Parrish. She was sitting with Mason and Violet, which honestly almost made Liam feel worse. But, she didn't know Malia or Lydia - she had only heard Liam talk about the juniors at random times. As Liam scanned the crowd, he wasn't even sure they were here anyway.

"It's okay, we'll keep an eye on her. As long as she doesn't come out onto the field, we'll be good." Scott patted Liams shoulder before jogging to his position as Coach began to yell at them.

They were losing by one point, only a couple minutes in, and Y/N could tell something was wrong.

"Who are you guys playing?" She asked Mason, who looked at her as if she were crazy. The two had only been introduced once at the Dunbar house, but Y/N didn't know anyone else to sit with; her step-dad was working and her mom had some sort of club tonight.

"You don't know?" Mason asked as Liam got knocked to the ground. Y/N gasped and stood, not even noticing the other team had scored. When Liam got up and took off his helmet and began to shake off his gloves, she realized.

"Oh my God." She whispered, sitting back down. "We're playing Devenford."

"Yeah." Mason confirmed, watching Liam get held back from a fight. Y/N looked around, realizing the Sheriff had never made it. She wondered what the hold up was at the station, and what Jordan was doing.

The game passed, Kira scoring the first goal but then immediately being taken out. There was definitely some extra tension on the field, Y/N noticed, even within their own team. The game kept getting more brutal, and sure enough soon Liam was being flipped over two other players. Y/N didn't have time to think before she was running down, her brother's screams igniting her older sister instincts. She made it to the field, pushing everyone away until she got to her little brother on the ground.

"Liam! Oh my God, are you alright? What's hurt?" She asked. She went through her mental checklist, but she didn't finish before two other players were hauling him up. "Hey!" She screamed, pushing them away.

"How hard did you hit him?" Number 11 asked her bother, and Liam shook his head slightly.

"I didn't." He answered, and Y/N pushed the other boy away.

"Liam, where does it hurt? Is anything broken?" She asked, checking his arms. It wasn't long before she found the broken bone bulging out of his arm.

"Ow." Number 24 commented, but Y/N ignored him.

"Alright, let's get you to the hospital. I can try to reset it, but-"

"No," Liam breathed as Number 11 took off his gloves. He looked at Liam as he took his arm, and Y/N tried pushing him away again.

"Hey, stop! You're going to hurt him!" She yelled, but Liam shook his head.

"Y/N, let Scott fix it." He told her. She stood still, not sure what was going on. How was this high school senior going to fix a broken arm? Her heart was racing, head spinning as all she could think about was if Liam would be okay.

"Close your eyes." Scott told Liam. Y/N watched as Scott twisted the bone back in and Liam cried out, and she really pushed him that time. Scott went flying back, and she quickly began to check Liam's arm. She didn't notice the looks the others gave her at the display of unusual strength.

"I-I don't understand, how is there no discoloration? No blood?" It seemed Liam's arm was as good as new as she checked it, and Liam moved to place his hands over her's.

"Y/N, I promise I'll explain, just wait until after the game, please." Liam told her. She nodded, trusting him, but a terrible feeling began in her gut. She watched Scott and Liam both shoot their heads toward another player, Scott immediately searching his own body.

"Are you cut? Did Garret cut you?" He asked Liam. Liam looked at his arms, shaking his head.

"No, no. I'm okay." He told Scott, the two of them looking at their teammate. Y/N placed her hands over her abdomen where the pain was coming from, surprised to feel a liquid there. Apparently her gut feeling was a bit more than a feeling.

"Then he missed." Scott said, but Y/N just shook her head. She was beginning to feel faint, like her head was clouded.

"I don't think he missed." She muttered, pulling her hands away from her dark sweater to reveal the blood on them. She began to fall, and Scott and Liam moved to grab her as she fell. She grabbed Liam's jersey, pain coursing through her stomach. Unbeknownst to her, her eyes flashed purple. Scott and Stiles looked at each other.

"What does that mean?" Liam asked, holding her close.

"I don't know, but we have to get her out of here without anyone else seeing." Scott told Liam, the two of them looking around. They had no idea where to go, where someone wouldn't see them.

"We just have to go for it." Stiles said. Everyone was focused on Brett, who was still down, so the four of them slinked out, Scott holding Y/N. They made it to the jeep, where Y/N was laid in the backseat with Liam.

"Should we call Parrish?" Scott asked, and Stiles just shook his head.

"Lydia just cracked another third of the deadpool." He said, looking between his phone and the road. Scott took the phone, looking at the list.

"Am I on it?" Liam asked, scooting up.

"What the hell are you all talking about?" Y/N groaned, her eyes flashing purple once more. "And why is everything so loud?" She cried, pressing her hands to her head. The engine sounded like it was inside her brain, echoing and rattling her skull.

"Someone else is on it." Scott commented, showing Liam. He sucked in a breath as the Alpha took back the phone. Of course Parrish was on the list.

"Please someone call Jordan. I want to talk to him before I die." Y/N said, sitting up. She groaned, realizing the shirt Liam had been wearing under his uniform was pressed to her abdomen, which was still profusely bleeding.

"You aren't going to die." Stiles rolled his eyes before looking in the rearview mirror. "Probably."

"Stiles!" Scott scolded. They couldn't be telling her that she was going to die on her first supernatural experience.

"Where are we going, this isn't the way to the hospital." Y/N commented as she focused her eyes. She had never been in this part of town, only having moved with Parrish last month. Before, she had lived in the neighboring town with her family. When her mom had married Dr. Geyer and moved to Beacon Hills, Y/N had already moved out.

"Don't worry about it." Stiles winked at her through the mirror, but she wasn't looking. She was on her phone, trying to find Parrish's contact. Just as she was going to press on it, it was pulled from her.

"You can't call him." Liam said, snatching her phone out of her hand.

"Why," Y/N stopped, falling back against the wall of the car and groaning as a wave of pain hit her. She opened her mouth in pain, not even realizing her incisors had grown. Liam looked terrified as she cried out, eyes flashing purple once more. This was not the face of a werewolf.

"Guys!" Liam called. Scott turned, eyes widening when he saw what was going on. Y/N was still withering in pain, oblivious to what they were talking about. She flopped against Liam finally, who was freaking out.

"Holy shit," Scott whispered as Stiles turned into the parking lot. Her eyes closed and the incisors went back to normal, but she was barely breathing now.

"We need to get her inside!" Liam yelled, helping Scott get her out. They made it to the door and into clinic quickly, Deaton looking only mildy surprised as they burst through the door.

"She has purple eyes and fangs!" Stiles yelled, but Liam growled at him immediately.

"She was stabbed. It has to be poison." He informed the vet. Deaton nodded, then looked at them.

"I have to cut her chest open to extract the poison. See how she's foaming at the mouth?" Once Deaton pointed it out the obvious, and the other's nodded. "I need you to hold her down." He told Liam and Scott. The two move to each side, where she was seizing.

"Won't cutting her open kill her?" Liam asked as Deaton cut her clothes open. He grabbed a scalpel, pressing it to her skin.

"If she is what you say she is, and she is effected this bad by the wolfsbane, then she'll be fine." Deaton couldn't waste any more time, pressing the scalpel into her skin and cutting. Just as he had finished the incision, police sirens were heard outside.

"Did you tell your dad?" Scott turned to Stiles, able to let go of the girl now. She was laying still on the table, breathing evenly.

"No, dude, I swear." Stiles shook his head, and Parrish came running in.

"What did you do to her?" He yelled, pushing past everyone until he was right next to her.

"You cut her open? What the hell are you thinking?" Jordan held her hand, pushing her hair out of her face. He was shaking as he looked at the bloody cut, holding her hand but not sure what to do to help. He couldn't even think of a plausible reason why the boys would take her to a vet when she was clearly hurt, and he was even more baffled by the fact that the vet thought he was qualified enough to cut into her like a surgeon.

"Parrish, just-just calm down, okay?" Liam said cautiously, but Jordan looked at him with fire in his eyes.

"This is your sister we're talking about! How are you fine?" Jordan had tears falling out of his eyes, then turned to Deaton. "You! You're a veterinarian, not a human doctor! This is illegal on so many levels! As soon as I make sure she gets to the hospital, you're coming with me!" Jordan yelled, not paying attention to Y/N anymore.

"Parrish, she's okay." Scott told him, making him look at her. She no longer had the long gash going down her torso. Jordan simply stared, not sure what had just happened.

"Is this some kind of joke?" He asked, sniffling as he looked around the teens and doctor in the room. There was no actual explanation for this, he was sure of it. They had to be pranking him for some sick reason.

"There's a conversation we have to have." Scott told him, but before he could get any further, Y/N was breathing in and opening her eyes. They were purple, making Jordan even more confused.

"Y/N, what's going on?" He asked, but she just closed her eyes and groaned. When she opened her eyes again, they were normal.

"Jordan? What happened?" Y/N asked, looking around as Jordan took his jacket off and wrapped it around her, letting her zip it up. She felt her torso, realizing her stab wound was gone. "What is going on?" She looked up at Liam, who was blinking dumbly.

"I have no idea." He said, and Y/N was about ready to lose her shit.

"What do you mean?" She cried out, feeling Jordan tense next to her. She turned to see Liam looking completely fine. "Your arm was broken, like twenty minutes ago!" She saw her brother looking completely fine.

"I told you so," Stiles muttered, and Y/N wished she had something to throw at him.

"You didn't tell us shit," Liam said, instantly annoyed.

"Yes! I did!" Stiles exploded, looking very offended. "I literally said 'You need to tell her.' I believe those were the exact words that came out of my mouth."

"Tell me what?" Y/N asked, tired of watching her brother and his friend bicker.

"What?" All three teenagers asked at the same time, wide eyes looking completely guilty.

"Liam," Her big sister eyes came out, which made Liam cower slightly.

"It's a long story," He starts, turning to Scott as if he would explain everything. Y/N was staring intently at Liam, brows furrowed and eyes angered. She screamed when Scott turned to her with red eyes.

"Oh my God," She whispered, leaning back against Jordan. She closes her eyes. "What the actual fuck?"

//

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[bluegalaxygirl]

Obsession's Grip (Zosan X Reader) P3

Plot: After saving some of the straw hat crew from a prison, the crew help takes a young man away so he can have a fresh start in life. He's shy but seems to grow attached to Reader in an unhealthy way.

Warning: Bad language, past abuse, abandonment and Violence.

Reader is Female (Sorry), Zoro X Sanji X Reader, Poly relationship, established relationship. Reader has the ability to control the snake tattoos on her arms that come alive when she commands, they can change size and are connected to her emotions.

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Walking down the steps you soon spot Percy on the mast bench where you told him to wait, your surprised Luffy hasn't dragged him away now that he's in a change of clothes and clean skin, his hair is still a mess, the tie holding his bun is gone and yet the hair stays in the exact same passion. It makes you sad realizing how bad it is and how long and maybe even painful it will be to get all the mats out, you know it won't be as simple as shaving his head, plus the young man has been through enough, he deserves to at least keep some of his hair. "Hay, you ok?" You ask getting his attention, Percy jumps at the sound of your voice but soon relaxes when seeing you sit next to him "Y-yea… Miss Robin wants to do my hair soon and i was hoping you could come with" Raising an eyebrow you give him a confused look wondering why he would need you "Robin's an expert you don't need me, you'll be fine" You try and reassure only for him to rub his arm and lean closer to you making you lean away from him a bit "To be honest… she kinda scares me" The young man whispers while looking around to make sure no one else can hear him, slapping your hand over your mouth trying your best not to laugh but some of your giggles get past your hand making the young man sigh feeling like he shouldn't have said anything. Managing to calm down you place a hand on his shoulder "No, no i'm sorry, i shouldn't laugh, I'll come with you if you feel uncomfortable around her, but trust me when i say that even though she says scary things, Robin is so sweet and a joy to be around" Patting his shoulder you stand up ready to head to the aquarium bar where you know she'll be.

Percy sits there for a minute watching you start to walk, his eyes looking you up and down before muttering under his breath "Your sweet" turning you raise an eyebrow at hearing him mutter something but you couldn't hear what it was, Percy's cheeks are a little red, and he's refusing to look at you instead looking down at the ground making you feel like maybe you said something that upset him. "Something wrong?" You ask only for Percy to shoot up his cheeks going redder while shaking his head "No miss, nothing at all" He panics but you relax at his words, giving him a smile you gesture for him to follow "By the way stop with the miss, just call me Y/N" You state before opening the door to the aquarium bar for him. Percy nods walking into the slightly dark room, his eyes widen at seeing the large fish tank with a long red sofa curving around the front, in the middle where a round table is Robin has set up all her equipment. "It's going to take a while so i thought you might want something to look at while i work" Robin smiles patting the wooden chair thats facing the fish tank, when the young man doesn't move you pat his shoulder while walking past him and over to the black haired woman "Y/n, you deiced to join?" With a smile you nod watching as the young man slowly makes his way over while admiring the area around him before sitting in the chair "Yea i thought you might need some extra hands, you did a lot back at the prison, i just thought you might want a break" You were only half lying to her since you didn't want to tell her the real reason why your here but weather she bought it or not, it didn't really matter, she wouldn't poke and prod like Nami would. "Thank you, I'm grateful for the help, take these, spray the ends and then tease the ends of the hair, take thin and small sections"

You sit on one side of the young man while Robin sits on the other, both of you taking small sections and starting to comb from the bottom up, there were times when Percy would jump or flinch in pain when you accidentally pulled on a knot too hard or Robin got close to his scalp, but he sat through very well and didn't complain. "How are you holding up?" You ask after almost an hour of combing, you and Robin were making some headway but you can tell it's going to be almost two hours until your done and thats not including the hair cut "Urm… I'm ok" Percy hesitates clearly in discomfort but not wanting to show it, Robin leans round to look at the young mans face with a small kind smile "We'll take a break soon so don't worry" He nods at her starting to relax his shoulders as the two of you continue "I've been meaning to ask, is there anyone back home that you might want to contact?" Robin asks trying to get information while also distracting the young man from what she's doing, Percy shifts his eyes from the fish tank to the floor while gripping his knees "No… There's no one back home" hearing the sadness in his voice you stop brushing his hair and place your stuff on the side before moving round to take his hand in yours "I'm sorry for what ever happened but i hope you'll have a better life after all this" A sad smile appears on Percy's face, but he keeps his eyes on the floor, you can tell he's debating weather to talk about it or not but you don't want to push him into anything so keep quiet, silently comforting him. Robin on the other hand has other ideas it seems she wants to know more about the young man and what he's been though, why she wants to know so bad is something you should probably ask later but for now you'll let her do what she needs too.

Continuing to comb through a strand of untangled hair to make sure everything is out Robin asks what you didn't want too "What happened?" A sigh of relief leaves Percy's lips, it seems he needed permission to talk about it instead of bottling it up "My mother didn't really want me but my farther did, so he raised me, some times mum would come by, she'd stay a few weeks and then just suddenly leave. I never really liked her since she would yell and scream, she'd hurt my dad and call us names asking for money and stuff. I still don't understand why Dad would let her back into our lives with open arms, but he always kept me safe, fed and warm. A year into being forced into working at the prison i found out that he had passed away a few months before i was actually told…. I never got to talk to him, to say goodbye-" Tears run down his face as his hand grabs yours trying to gain some kind of comfort, holding his hand tight you grab a tissue and hand it to him letting the young man wipe his eyes. Robin stops what she's doing and places a hand on his shoulder in comfort, the two of you stay silent letting Percy cry as much as he needs too, its clear he needed this. "T-thank you" The young man sniffs after calming down a bit and loosening his grip on your hand "It's ok, i'm sorry you had to go through all that" You hand him a clean tissue as Robin stands making her way to stand in front of the young man "What you've been though is hard but you should look towards the future, one that you can be proud of. It's going to be hard but try not to dwell on the past"

Robin's words ring more than true since she's speaking from experience, it makes you so proud of her and reminds you of how far she's come, you hope the same will happen to Percy, that he'll be able to move forwards and find people who love him like the crew loves Robin. The three of you sit and talk for a while deciding to give Percy a break from tugging at his hair, the conversation becomes a lot lighter mainly talking about the Sunny and the fish tank until the door opens with a bang "Robin-Chan, Y/N my love" Sanji calls out with a big smile while holding a tray of snacks and drinks, Percy jumps spinning around to look at the cook while you and Robin both smile and let out a laugh as the blonde sways his way over "I bring snacks and drinks for my lovely lady's .. and our guest" Sanji keeps his smile even though he still doesn't like Percy all that much, placing the tray down he hands you your drink while placing a kiss on your cheek which you lean into. Robin hands the young man his drink as he calms down seeing it's not a threat "Thank you Sanji, this is excellent" The black haired woman smile taking her own drink and having a sip "Anything for you Robin-chan, is there anything else i can get you?" Sanji asks hearts starting to appear in his eyes making you giggle, you know he loves getting praises from the girls on the ship. Robin shakes her head while grabbing a piece of food starting to eat while the cook starts looking at Percy's hair "Wow, you got all this done in an hour, it's a lot longer than i thought it would be" The cook smiles taking a piece of Percy's combed hair in his hands.

The young man gulps and shy's away a little from the blonde but it seems Sanji didn't notice, too focused on yours and Robins work "A few more hours, and then we'll be done" Robin replays looking over her work with soft eyes, nodding in agreement you sip on your drink "I think your hair might actually touch the floor once were done" You giggle making Percy blush while rubbing the back of his neck shying away from you while slightly pushing Sanji's hand off his hair. The cook raises an eyebrow but pulls away from the young man's hair, he tries not to hate their guest, but he has two of his lovely lady's all to himself and seems to have taken a liking to you. He knows it natural since your kind and understanding, your not one to judge right away so its easy for people to be drawn to you but he's jealous of the attention your giving him. "Everything ok hun?" You ask seeing the cook staring at the back of Percy's head with that strange thinking face, snapping out of his thoughts the cook quickly turns to you with a big smile "Yes, sorry love, i was just thinking. The work you've both done is amazing and with Robin-chan's hair skills i'm sure it'll look great. Long, short, straight, wavy, it'll look amazing no matter how you style his hair, your skills are amazing Robin-chan" As he speaks hearts start to appear in his eyes as he cups his cheeks and sways from side to side fawning over Robin's skills. You can't say the cooks wrong, the black haired woman somehow has a natural skill when it comes to hair "Thank you sanji, your too kind" Robin waves him off but the cook takes her hand and shakes his head wanting to praise her work "Your hands are amazing Robin-chan-" He goes to say more when Luffy calls out for the cook.

You can hardly hear what the captain is yelling about but its clear he needs Sanji for something so with a sigh the cook lets go of Robin's hand and walks over to you giving your forehead a lingering kiss "I'll see you later my love" Rubbing your cheek with his thumb the cook looks down at you with soft eyes making your heart melt "See you later hun" You smile up at him feeling warmth swell inside your chest when he reluctantly removes his hand from your face before heading out the door closing it behind him. "How does he have so much energy?" Percy suddenly asks making you laugh while Robin shrugs, you honestly don't know, the cook works all hours of the day and night but no matter how tired he is the blonde somehow manages to hide it and take care of the crew. Placing down your empty glasses the two of you get back to work, conversations would come and go but the silence in between wasn't weird or awkward, it was actually kind of nice and calming. With Percy's hair fully de-tangled and straight, Robin did some dry treatments on his hair while deciding what to do for the cut. You were right about his hair touching the floor but when he stood up it went to the back of his knees, the black haired woman looked over his hair checking strands "I'm going to have to take a lot off due to the damage, I'd say probably up to here" Robin explains placing her hand just under his shoulder blades, Percy nods but you can see a slight sad look on his face "It will grow out with time but for now we need you comfortable and healthy"

The young man looks to you with a small smile before turning to Robin "I used to have long hair with an undercut, I liked it that way because when I'd put my hair up in a bun the back would be different, sometimes I'd get patterned shaved into the small patch of hair there… could you maybe do that?" Percy rubs his arm unsure if thats ok for her to do but Robin nods with a smile grabbing her scissors and starting to cut the dead pieces of hair off "Of course, I'll try and keep as much as i can" Sitting back you watch the black haired woman work, the young man still seems shy around her so your kinda reluctant to walk away but you have other things to do, chores that need doing. You know if you don't get most of them done now you'll be swamped tomorrow, on the other hand maybe taking a break won't be so bad, the joins in your fingers and wrist are starting to hurt and stiffen from all the combing. With Percy sitting down and Robin shaping his hair you stand stretching your sore arms, the young man moves his eyes to look at you keeping his head still "I'll leave you too d-" You smile but get interrupted when Percy grabs your hand "Wait.. your leaving?" He still refuses to move his head even though Robin has stopped to look you over seeing you wince in pain from his grip, taking a breath you manage to pry his hand off yours and move around to be in front of the young man "I have work to do otherwise i won't get a break tomorrow, Robin will look after you" Patting his shoulder you walk past him giving the black haired woman a nod before leaving.

Despite the pain in your hands you do what you need to before dinner but still end up doing stuff after dinner hoping to catch up on everything, it wasn't as easy as you thought it would be, your hands keep cramping up. Walking onto the deck you sigh heading to your next chore only stopping when you notice Zoro leaning against the tree, his eyes closed and hands resting behind his head. Its so tempting to join him and a debate forms in your head, either put up with the pain and get back to work or join the swordsman and relax. "I know you want to" Zoro smirks calling out to you with his eyes still closed, letting out a laugh you walk over to him, the swordsman's eye opens looking you over, his smirk starting to drop while patting his lap getting you to sit "I look that bad?" You laugh again while sitting in his crossed lap and leaning your back against his chest, Zoro sighs wrapping his arms around you while resting his chin on your shoulder, one of his hands moves from your waist to your hand lightly running his fingers over your knuckles "You look tired, are your hands sore? their stiff" The green haired man whispers taking one of your hands in both of his and starts massaging them, a smile forms on your face as you lean back into him starting to relax "Yea, i was helping Robin with Percy's hair, it cut the time down but my hands are paying the price… I'm also behind on chores" You sigh turning your head to the side so you can place a kiss on his neck earning a hum of acknowledgment, relaxing into him you nuzzle into his neck getting comfy and warm "We can skip training tomorrow if you want" Zoro suddenly says making you raise an eyebrow while moving to look at him.

The swordsman trains with you snakes at least once a week and tomorrow is supposed to be one of those days, its kind of him to skip it but you don't want him too since you love seeing the joy he gets out of it and it also makes your snakes happy. Shaking your head you lay it back down on his shoulder "No I'll be fine, I'll try and get everything done in the morning, if not I'll do the garden while you train, that way i'm sitting down" You sigh relaxing into him again,the swordsman prefers it if you rest while he trains but he knows not to complain once you've made up your mind. Zoro gives a nod turning your hand over to massage your palm, the smile on your face grows at feeling his fingers drag along your palm releasing any tension, you know this well although he's never done it to you before "Oooh, the Sanji treatment, boy do i feel special" Zoro chuckles at your words while placing a kiss on your forehead "You deserve it, working so hard." Humming into him you relax into the treatment he's giving you. A few times a week the swordsman will massage Sanji's hands like this making sure to take care and get any aches and pains out. He's only ever done it to the cook so of course you feel special that now your getting that treatment, you also now understand why Sanji melts into Zoro when ever he does this. The feeling is heavenly like he's massaging your brain releasing all the tension in your head and making you thoughts float away by just pushing into your palm and fingers. So relaxed you didn't notice he moved over to your other hand doing the same as the other one, you could fall asleep like this, in his warm embrace, under the stars the only sound being the waves, light breeze and his heart beat.

[luvyeni]

could you do something with perv!00 liners of nct dream with their 8th member

- 🧚🏽‍♀️ anon

CAMERA READY; NCT DREAM 00' LINE

pairings. camboy!00liners x camgirl!reader

wc. 2k+

warnings. oral ( male & female receiving) , protected sex (haechan), unprotected sex (jaemin), titjob, dom!jenrenmin, switch!haechan, switch!reader, a little name calling.

after thinking about it too much , im gonna turn this into a series , i hope you don't mind anon. i hope you like it <3!

after finding out you filmed content with jaemin , you give your other friends a offer they can't refuse.

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you were sitting around with the boys in your apartment , editing your newest conent , while they watched tv. "what are you editing?" renjun questioned. "my newest content for onlyfanz." you said , haechan perked up , trying to look over at your computer. "can i see?" you took your headphones off. "you're gonna pay me?" you questioned. "with my love yeah?" you flicked his head.

"love doesn't pay my rent , money does." you said. "i show you all my onlyfanz content." jeno turned to the boy. "yeah because play it on the tv against our will." haechan rolled his eyes. "there's a reason why i make half a million per video." it was renjuns turn to roll his eyes. "yet ＿ still pays for you." "that's because she makes like 3 times more than we all do combined , im fine being a sugar baby."

"let me see." jaemin said , you stood up , walking over to him , sitting on his lap. "how come he gets to see." jeno said. "because he's in it." you put the headphones on his head. "what!" haechan exclaimed. "i asked you film with me months ago , and you told me to fuck off." you all watch the boy pout. "pathetic , really."

"let's film something then haechan." you said , "really?" you watched his eyes light up. "yup , jeno you want to make some extra cash?" you asked. "a threesome with you and haechan?" he questioned. "i was thinking about after , but now that you're saying that , i'd definitely get paid more if i had a few guests." you quirked. "what are you planning in that pretty head of yours." jaemin finally took the headphones off.

"what if , i had all of you guys in it?" they all stared at you. "like one video." you hummed. "yeah , why not , i mean jaemin is sure to be wanted back , you and renjun would get paid , and haechan gets to have sex with me , because we all know that's what he really wants." you explained. "hey , don't paint me out to be a sex addict when you just asked us to be us to participate in a gangbang." you shrugged.

"just answer the question , my window is closing soon , and you lose money." they all thought about it. "let's do it , i need the followers." jeno said. "never thought that one day i'd participate in a orgy with haechan , but money is money." renjun spoke up. "i'd never miss a chance." jaemin said , haechan pouted. "haechan are you really gonna give this up?" jeno questioned. "you know i wouldn't , im doing it." you clapped , "perfect."

you guys discussed when you'd do it , clearing your schedules for the friday after your classes, discussed how much money you'd all get , and a few more things , before they all went on their ways home.

after having to hear haechan talk about it the entire week , the day finally arrived. you said your goodbyes to everyone after class , making your way home to get ready and set everything up. after eating your after class snack. you jumped into the shower, shaving and washing your hair ; putting on your robe to go do your make-up and hair.

after putting some lotion on , you put on the lingerie of their choice , slipping back into your robe , knowing they probably would be late , sitting on the couch , working on a essay waiting for them.

you heard a knock on the door , putting your computer on the table , getting up to answer it. "we bough- oh shit , you're already ready." jeno said , you let them into your apartment. "already ate , you guys can eat now if you want." you said , their stares don't go unnoticed. "no let's wait until after , so you can eat with us." renjun said. "you don't think that's gonna be awkward?" you said. "it's just work , we're still friends outside of what we do." you nodded.

"so are we doing this? now's the time to back out if you don't want to do it." you warned. "trust me , we wouldn't be here if we didn't , guide the way ma'am." jaemin said , you smiled. "what you gotta mistress kink?" haechan said , all of you rolled your eyes. "oh please , i've seen your content , i can spot a switch a mile away , let's go." you hear him mutter 'that was so hot' as you take them to the room where you shot everything at.

"nice sex room." renjun said , you laughed. "don't call it that." making sure all the cameras were working. "i mean that's what it is." they all watched the way your ass moved in the thin robe , growing hard when they noticed the robe was coming undone.

jaemin was the first to realize , smirking. "you minx , you're recording already." he walked over to you , wrapped his arm around your waist , you smiled , throwing your arms over his shoulders , playing with the nape of his hair. "smart and sexy." he pulled you into a kiss , his tongue exploring your mouth as he rubbed your hip , reaching up to untie the robe fully letting fall the floor, revealing the lingerie.

"oh fuck." you heard renjun say , they all slowly started getting undress while jaemin , pushed you onto the black sheets , you sat with your back on the headboard , he climbed on the bed , in between your legs. "got all pretty , just for us to ruin you." you bit your lip as he slid your panties down your legs.

"seems like i only got pretty for you jae , they're just standing over there." you pouted , putting on your most innocent face. they were genuinely still in shock how you jaemin easily slipped into it , they were certain that you both had hooked up before. "junie." you purred , calling him over , moaning as jaemin left kisses on the inside your thighs , making his way up. "come here." he walked over , still a little shocked.

looking up at him , you ran your hands up his thighs , stopping at his clothed cock, palming him. his moans made you smirk. "so cute junie." you moaned loudly as jaemin finally reached your heat , licking a stripe up your heat. "fuck." it felt good , but you still wanted to focus on renjun , pulling down his underwear , his cock springing out.

"you're so big , you want me to suck you off?" he nodded. "fuck yes , of course." you smiled up at him , keeping eye contact as you took him into your mouth , his moans were more like whines , it made you feel giddy inside , you've seen his content and you knew he was nothing sort of a sub. "oh fuck , your mouth feels so fucking good." you hummed , bobbing your head , jerking off what you couldn't fit.

jaemin on the other hand , started speeding up , kitty licking your clit. you moaned around renjun's cock , the vibrations making him groan. "oh fuck i'm gonna cum." he let out a whimper that surprised everyone. "ngh , shit!" he swore he saw stars when you took him all the way down your throat , letting him cum in your mouth , you opened your mouth , showing him , before swallowing it. "fuck you're insane." he breathed out , looking down at your messy face , lazy smile , moaning as your hand came up to jaemins hair.

"jae..jaemin , fuck." you grinded your hips against his face. "oh shit , shit jaemin im gonna cum." you whined, he smirked against your heat , the rest of the watched with low eyes as you came on their friends face , all desperately wanting it to be them. "still just as sweet baby." he pulled you into another kiss , whispering in your ear. "i'm gonna be the last to fuck you , remember that." he climbed off the bed.

you sat up on your knees , eyes trained on haechan. "come here." you beckoned him over , voice low , it turned him on , he immediately walked over to you. "lay down." you commanded , smirking when he actually obeyed , you reach over grabbing a condom. "why do you look so smug." he whispered , a low moan emitting from his mouth when you sat down in his lap. "because of easy you are." he reached behind you , undoing your bra. "i didn't say you could touch those." you grabbed his hands , holding them down against the bed. "why can't i?" he whined.

"cause you're a brat , who is desperate need of a lesson." you pulled his underwear down , pulling his cock out of his underwear , stroking it , opening the condom , putting it on his cock. "oh fuck." he moaned. "so fucking desperate aren't you , you were so big and bad over those text messages these past few days , but here you are now , wrapped around my finger." you hovered over his cock , lowering yourself on to him.

"shit ＿." you rocked your hips against him , your hands coming up to his hair , tugging on it , he moaned. "pain slut." you moaned. "yo..you're annoying , just ride my cock." he stuttered , you were clenching around him , he thought about this many times , but it was nothing compared to actually fucking you now. "oh..oh fuck , please faster , im gonna cum." he whined. "please let me cum." his begs turned you on. "begging now hyuckie , you wanna cum , beg some more." your grabbed his jaw. "beg." he lost all composure. "please , please let me cum." you were glad you got this on camera , knowing he was gonna try and deny it. "go a head and cum , hyuck." he whimpered , cumming inside the condom. "oh fuck." you kissed his lips. "good boy." you felt him twitch inside you. "get off me before i get hard again." he said , "i told , just a brat , who needs a lesson." you climbed off him.

you layed on your back , making sure to perk your boobs up enough , jeno made his way over to you. "do they look better in person?" you questioned. "hell yeah." he straddled your waist , pulling his cock out. "fuck , push your tits together." you obeyed , he stroked his cock , before sliding his cock in between you plush mounds. "fuck , so fucking soft." he thrusted , your boobs jiggling from the impact.

"look at those tits move , gonna let me cum on them?" he pinched your nipples , you moaned. "je..jeno , fuck." he smirked , moaning when lolled your tongue out , licking his tip every time he thrusted up. "oh fuck , you are nasty." he groaned. "shit im gonna cum." he thrusted faster. "fuck , im cumming , ngh! " his cum spurted on your tits , some getting in your mouth. "nasty , nasty girl , swallow it." your smile was alluring.

"you've done so much princess." jaemin climbed back into bed with you. "you only got to cum once , how about i fix that." he hovered above you , his cock tapping against your clit. "ye..yeah." you moaned as he pushed his cock into you. "oh fuck love , you're so tight." he rocked his hips into you. "jae..jaemin." you moaned , his hand came in between your bodies, rubbing your clit , you held his bicep , digging your fingernails into it , you were so overwhelmed from everything , you weren't gonna last long.

"jae , im not gonna last." you moaned. "it's okay , you can cum , you did so good , you can cum." he sped up , your eyes rolled to the back of your head , cumming around his cock. "oh fuck." he thrusted a few more times , before he pulled out of you , tugging at his cock , cumming on your stomach with a string of curse words. "good girl."

believe it or not , you guys easily slipped back into being friends again , they left to go sit in the livingroom , while you cleaned up. "i can't believe we just did that." haechan spoke up first , shoving his face full of food. "it was fucking hot." jeno said. "she still in there cleaning up?" you walked out , no longer in full glam and lingerie , but sweatpants and your hair tied back. "i'm done."

"what took you so long?" jaemin handed you a plate of food. "i was taking pictures , for twitter of course." you sat down on the couch. "such a working girl." haechan said. "such a sub." you teased. "yah , we don't talk about that." he said. "oh don't worry." jeno said.

"only everyone who views my content will see it."

©️LUVYENI

[thatfreshi]

"When I Feel Used" (Uni AU P. 3)

I am sorry for the angst in advance, my finger slipped

tw - references to alcohol and sex, lots of yelling, hints at abuse

@justporo

The two of you are silent, and you can sense some kind of negative energy on him. You're not sure if it's anger or shame, or maybe both. All you know is he had sex with you, but didn't really want to. It makes you feel a little gross, trying to figure out what even happened. Astarion hides it well though, shifting through many different personas constantly.

"All that and you didn't even get any champagne."

He makes the joke, hoping it will evoke some kind of laugh from you. You say nothing. Instead, you get out at the next stoplight. He doesn't stop you. It doesn't take too long to get back to campus. Once outside your dorm, you are met yet again with intense arguing.

"Damnit Karlach, you can't skate out here! How many times do I have to tell you?!"

A man with short braids is shouting at a muscle-heavy woman, who is currently shredding on the stair railing.

"Why? Because your silly admin mom told you I can't? Just relax already, learn to have some fun."

The woman then sticks her tongue out at him.

"Why, I should tell Coach!"

"You wouldn't. You're too busy being the uptight SGA president to visit the gym."

"Karlach, please just go skate somewhere else."

"Wyll it's almost 11 pm. Where else would you like me to go?"

"Anywhere! Quite literally anywhere else!"

The woman, who you notice has shaved sides in her hair, finally sees you.

"Hey! You wanna come skate?"

She shouts across the little clearing in front of the dorm.

"Okay, no, do not encourage her please."

At this point, you try desperately to ignore them. It's been such a strange night already, and you just want to sleep. As long as Lae'zel and Shadowheart haven't burnt down the room yet. You pass by the man, who places a kind hand on your shoulder.

"It's Wyll by the way, your SGA president. Let me know if you need anything."

He gives a soft smile, and then turns to yell at Karlach again, but she's already gone.

"Ugh, damn you Karlach!"

When you finally get back to the room, it's oddly silent. Instead of trying to decide whether they're asleep or murdered each other, you simply go to your room, and head to bed almost immediately. You sit there for a while though, thoughts about the night buzzing in your head. Perhaps you'd tell Shadowheart about it tomorrow, see what she makes of the whole thing.

While you would've loved to wake up to the peaceful sun through your window, or perhaps maybe even your alarm clock, you're awoken to Lae'zel and Shadowheart screaming at 5 am.

"You know my leg is fucked, you can't just trip me like that!"

"Oh, seems I didn't notice. Whoopsies."

You can practically hear the smile on Shadowheart's face, until you instead hear the two start to get physical. Dreadfully picking up your legs and getting out of bed, you open the door and stomp down the hall.

"God damn it, can we not right now!"

They pause and stare at you. Lae'zel has Shadowheart in a chokehold with her elbow, and Shadowheart had just kicked her in the leg.

"I already had basically the worst night ever, and I would've liked to sleep in and not think about it, but no! Here you two are, screaming at each other! Does no one in this school know how to act?!"

With that, you head towards the front door, about to leave in your pajamas to simply get out of the dorm. When you slam the door open, it makes a loud thunk against someone who apparently just tried to knock on the door.

"Ugh, and why are you here!"

The pale 'red-eyed' man from last night was at your door for some reason.

"Because I'm trying to sleep, and these bitches are being too loud!"

Astarion yells over your shoulder at them.

"I forgot you were in this room. Sorry you have to deal with them."

You try to keep yourself from exploding from all the overwhelming stress.

"Respectfully, you cannot invite me out, introduce me to some fucking freak, admit you were trying to get me to work for said freak, and then fuck me, and then be a fucking weirdo about it!"

So much for not exploding.

"Wait, you two fucked?"

"Shadowheart, read the room!"

Lae'zel hisses.

"Yeah Shadowheart."

Astarion swipes a hand through his hair, clearly uncomfortable with the situation.

"You were the one that started dragging us outside..."

He nonchalantly looks at his acrylics.

"Yes! Because yeah you're hot, and it was a weird stressful situation, and I haven't gotten any in a while, okay!"

He sort of just, stares at you wide-eyed.

"And then you thought 'oh, I'll just act like I'm completely uninterested afterwards, because that's normal people behavior,' like what's up with that? Didn't even want to at least say 'you know Tav, that was pretty good sex.' I mean I'm sure you've had better, I'm a little rusty, but damn! So yeah, maybe it was hot, but it kind of pisses me off when I feel used."

Astarion is entirely silent. The two women behind you are now no longer fighting, but instead staring at you while you rant at him.

"Oh, and another thing! I know you think you have all this pretty boy privilege, but you think you can just bribe a cop with sexual favors? Because what the fuck was that? But nooooo, you'll never get in trouble for anything because you're the city's favorite femboy. I can't even go an entire hour without having some article come across my feed with you and your six 'brothers and sisters,' which is also fucking weird by the way. So yeah, forgive me if I'm mad at you and all your arrogance."

You weren't looking at anything in particular while you were yelling these things, not really thinking about how you were airing his business out in front of your roommates. When you look at his face again he's... tearing up?

"I... I have to go."

And he's down the hall before you can say anything, wiping at his tears with the sleeves of his sweater.

"Holy shit."

Shadowheart laughs. You're in shock, unsure of why you just said all that. You were kind of mad at him, but you didn't think you'd make him cry or anything.

"Looks like someone finally told him like it is."

You turn around to two girls smiling, finally agreeing on something for once.

"I- is he gonna be okay?"

"Oh, he'll be fine. Probably just a bruised ego. He'll pay to have it fixed like everything else."

Lae'zel laughs at Shadowheart's comment.

"I'm happy we agree on one thing. That man, is a bitch."

You feel... guilty. Something still isn't right. Memories of the night before come into frame, Szarr's hand on his shoulder, Aurelia's comment about 'private business.' No, something is entirely wrong here. But then again, you know these types of things can be far too complex for someone of your level of fame, which is none. So, you simply listen to Shadow and Lae's quips, and the three of you bond in the common room for the morning.

~~~

His phone rings in his pocket when he gets back to his room, out of breath from the sudden emotion he wasn't expecting to feel. How had you seen through him so easily? How had he been so sloppy? Astarion takes the phone out of his pocket.

Cazador

The contact calling him made his skin crawl. He sniffled, trying to clear his nose, and picked up the phone.

"Mhm."

Yes, of course.

Yes, I'll be there.

No.

Why would I lie- yes. No. Yes, I already did.

Alright."

His hands tremble as Cazador hangs up. His memories float to the scathing read you just gave him, and then back to the night before. Without much thought, he tosses his phone, and it lands in the sink of his kitchenette, hitting each side of the aluminum from the strength of his throw. The need to scream, the need to get out, the need to run. And yet he's silent, still, and stagnant. Instead, he lies against an empty wall, making his way to the floor, crumbling into the pain. The never-ending pain.

[bostova]

i remember being small, maybe 2 or 3 years old. i had chicken pox and was so terribly itchy, so my mother put a lotion on my itchy that smelled bad, and unnatural, and yucky on my sores and hoped that i would sleep, but she left my moon lamp on and it was too bright in my room. i held my Captain Scarlet doll and my teddy and pulled the quilt over my face, but then i got too hot. some of my scars are from the sores.

I remember earlier than that, though. I asked my mother and she told me I was too small to be able to remember it, but i can remember it better than even she had. HE came home different and unrecognisable and Scary. There was a big dark cloud outside and it was raining. His head was shaved and he was wearing a red tracksuit. He was the angriest that my small eyes had ever seen a person to be. He smashed eveything in the kitchen, it was so loud and I covered my ears, and then he made his way through the house, punching holes in our doors, stamping on my best toys and my mother's shiny things. She put me in the car before he could break us too and we drove far away for many hours and the rain was hitting the car so hard. And then... we went home again so she must have thought it was safe now for some reason. I hoped that it would be to a different house, with new toys and no holes, but it wasn't. He was gone and my mother was left to pick up all of the little pieces of plates and cups and our lives were supposed to continue as though that hadn't and wouldn't happen again.

I remember getting lost a lot when my mother would take us shopping, i never remember him being with us, so probably we were out to try and be away from him and pretend again. i remember her showing me where in the Woolworths i should go if i got lost, but i could never find where that was, nor could i find her. i cried for a while and looked at the toys that pulled my eyes into them and had probably caused me to get lost in the first place. I looked at them through their boxes and didn't understand why i wasn't allowed to open them, were they not for children like me to play with? she always found me, but i only really remember the getting lost, not the getting found.

I remember being sat in the bath when i was 3 and being sad that i was alone and had no friends to play with, then later my mother told me that i was gonna have a sister, and that she was doing that so i wouldn't be alone. i remember hoping that i could be a good sister to her, not realising that i had to be a brother which was different. i knew this from seeing some brothers in my cartoons i think. She was so small and i remember taking a picture of her with my red camera when she was born, my mother told me to make sure it doesn't flash because my sister's eyes were so small, much smaller than mine, so i covered the flash with my finger just in case.

i remember being 6 or so, and inventing worlds for my toys to live in and be happy. I wished i could live there too, and hoped that if i wished hard enough, and gave those worlds as much detail as i could, i would be able to go there. i remember copying the voices and memorising all the lines from the films my mother had taped for me, which i was allowed to watch whilst he was away. My mother always laughed when i could say the next line of the film before the tv said it. Hook was a favourite film of mine, i loved how peter was able to fly and live in such a wonderful place like Neverland, and it always made me cry when he had to go home to his own family, because it meant i couldn't pretend that he was my dad too any more.

I remember being 6 or 7 and she showed me Highlander. I loved the swords and the sound they made, and i wanted to live forever, i think she did too because she was crying a lot. The Kurgan did not scare me, as i had seen scarier things already, and his sword was much better because the spikes popped out and it was longer. But he killed Ramirez so that made him the bad guy. BETTER TO BURN OUT, THAN TO FAAAADE AWAYYY, YYYAAGH i would say often and my mother would laugh.

i didn't like school very much and the teachers did not like me either. one of my teachers always used to spell things wrong when she wrote them on the board so i would make sure to raise my hand and tell her, so she could spell it right, you are supposed to spell things right when you are a teacher because you don't want other kids to learn it wrong, this was the right thing to do, but then she wouldn't let me go to the toilet when i asked until i stopped asking. and then i got a kidney infection and had to be in the hospital with a needle for 5 whole days because i wasn't allowed to go to the toilet i think, i was 7. she made me stand up in front of the class when i came back and asked me to explain to them what what had been wrong and asked me if it burned when i went to the toilet, i said yes and my face was red and i wanted to run away but I couldn't run home, and the other children laughed. those kids in my class had made a small card for me telling me to get well soon, i didn't recognise any of the names.

i used to fall over a lot i think, i was clumsy and "uncoordinated", that was a big word i learned from the school nurse, i asked her to say it some more times and then to write it down and then i never forgot it. I would see her a lot, and i remember making her laugh once because she had to write my name in the accident book and i said "you'll find my name in there a lot!" and she said "oh, in the wars are you?" and i smiled and agreed with her, but didn't really understand what that meant.

i remember having some friends who were girls who i liked a lot, and some boys who i had to play with because those girls would also run away from me at lunch time, they said its because they don't play with boys, but I didn't really understand what that meant or why it meant i had to try and play football instead of what they were doing. i hated football and being in the mud, one boy always used to push me over and put my things in the mud because i wasn't really a boy he said and i talked funny, and he spat on my new shoes, and stole my favourite lime green transformer car. i tried to tell the teacher but she was the one who wouldn't let me go to the toilet. why did it have to be like that i wondered?

for all of those years i wished i could be back by the mountains and the sea, and the place where they meet, where i was born and it was warm. my auntie and my nain and my taid were there, so why couldn't we be too? we could just get in a car and go there, and i remember being mad at my mother for a very long time that we had to live with Him instead. it was only later that she told me it's because he was in the police and he would kill her and me and my sister if we left, and nobody would know. she had tried to tell the police before about the way he hurt us but they said they don't know what she was talking about, he would never do that, he was a good policeman. so she belived him when he promised to hurt us if we tried to get away.

i remember high school was so big and i felt so small, and now i REALLY had to be a boy, and more boys would hurt me if i tried not to be one of them. i liked books a lot, and read them whenever i could, i got good marks in english and i liked my teacher. i wrote a poem about war once, and she told me i was a dark horse, i didn't know what that meant, and i was thankful that another kid who was loud asked her what that meant so I didn't have to use my voice to do it.

it was high school where i got into music, and i realised that music was like books because it made pictures in my head, but other kids could see those pictures too and music was easier to share than a book. i got into guitar along with a few other mosher kids because punk rock was new and exciting, and easy to learn and play for people. my first guitar was 3/4 scale and had one pickup in the middle position. it was terrible and loved it, and the way it fit my body.

i grew a lot towards the end of high school, i got tall and i grew my hair long and straight, and i think a lot of girls liked me then, and i liked some too, but i had no way to talk to them any more because i still didn't want the boys to hurt me, though i was taller than them all now, which made me feel alien and strange. i was just glad that i could run away from PE to play guitar now.

college was where i met my first girlfriend, she said she loved me and she hurt me a lot and often, this was the only kind of love i knew how to receive besides the love that my mother gave which isn't what a girlfriend is for, so i gratefully accepted it, believing her when she said that if she didn't love me who else would? she did some stuff with other guys too, but thats okay because she said she didn't love them, just me, and that i wasn't allowed to talk to any girl other than her because she loved me. I believed her because why wouldn't I? i was 17 and had never been in love before.

i went to university and i learned about byron and the renaissance and shakespeare and wordsworth, about postmodernism and structuralism, and i studied film too and adaptation. i loved learning things but i could never stay and do the other fun stuff with the people in my class because i had to go home and i wasn't allowed to be far away from my girlfriend. she said i wasn't otherwise she would tell her friends about how embarrassing my body was and what i sounded like when i had sex with her, my face went red at the thought. i ate one sandwich a day for my meal, this felt like enough, but people kept asking me if i was okay. i was cold a lot, and very thin as I realised later. i grew a beard with my long hair because i wanted to embody the manliness that i saw in films and read about in books and saw in the bands i liked, then my girlfriend wouldn't be able to embarrass me to her friends.

I was 23 when she left me, I still didn't have the guts to leave her, and i cried for a long time, because i believed nobody else could ever love me. but then someone did, and i moved across the world to be with her and to get away from everything. i loved her and she loved me, and in a new special way where i didn't have to be hurt or scared, but i think she knew that the manliness was just a costume and this wasn't what she wanted. she wanted the real thing, not the pale imitation mask that i wore. we moved back to here and tried to make it work for a while until it was either we get married and decide who moves and stays where, or we go seperate ways. she chose the latter for me because i was paralysed by the idea of losing love once again.

i realised i liked boys too, a long time before that, but i had never had the chance to try things with them, to try kissing them or touching their bodies, and when i finally did i chose to wear girls clothes and underwear because that felt correct to me, and the way they touched me felt like they were touching a girl, and that felt nice. I used to step out onto the landing outside my bedroom at home with the big mirror when nobody else was home, and see what i looked like in my girl clothes. Every now and then if i held my body in a certain way I would see that girl, and then she was gone again. and i would put my metalhead guy clothes back on and feel the anger that i thought the music was giving to me. I didn't know that anger was coming from inside me, this was how it had to be for me, i was 27.

For my whole life up to that point i knew that 30 years was my cutoff point, i knew the anger that fueled me, and followed me around was also burning me out from the inside, like a tree in a fire that is left standing only as a hollow shell of itself. "no more" i said, 30 was the end of it all.

A funny thing happened though when i was 28. i met a girl at a party with some friends and felt like i recognised her, she was tall and strong and beautiful and was dressed like a wrestler for the theme of the party. I was drawn in and i had to know more about her. i realised then that we had met before, she was the brother of a boy i knew well from high school, and she was a girl now. she had done it, and i didn't know that was a thing you could just... do. she was only a year younger than me and she was a beautiful girl now, and i was speechless. i internalised that wonder, but never quite put the two together about the way i felt about myself and what she had done for herself. that came a little later when i was 29 and very quickly approaching my cutoff point. i realised then that i had to choose. I chose "fuck it, i may as well try and be a girl, i can always leave the world later if it doesn't work out"

when i was 30, and my body was now getting softer, and I was allowed to be beautiful thanks to the hormones i had waited a lifetime for, i met another beautiful girl like me. i could tell she had been sad for a long time too and was also seeing the world through the new eyes that we had given ourselves. we grew and bloomed together, we shared our plushies and added new ones to our family, and added other beautiful girls like us to our bouquet that we had met along the way, making our family bigger and bigger. we are now surrounded by our sisters and wives and partners and so much love that binds us and makes us stronger together, and we are held by it. we have love that stretches across oceans to where my wife and little girl are waiting, and are happy and held by their loves too. one day i hope we can all join up into one place, like a wild garden of flowers and plants and trees and moss and bees and bugs and dogs. i get to be a dog too now, and I like that i can forget about the bad stuff when i am allowed to be dog. i play with my stuffed toys and i eat from my bowl and I nap in my doggie bed, and when i wake i can bark at my girls and they bark back to me, our home is full of food and joy and music, this is what love is supposed to be i think.

[lunarhobbits]

misc sweeney hcs

(disclaimer. i am new-ish here and have no idea how popular/prevalent any of these are go easy on me ok. also a lot of these are dadben related wh o o p s)

i've seen some variance of if this is canon in fics and stuff but i really do like the idea of the barkers also living above the pie shop in addition to the barbershop being there. similar situation w the pie shop/lovett living quarters. ig it's just easier to picture in my head then????

(p sure the b*rton film confirms smth like this but i'm ignoring it bc i don't like that guy. this idea is mine now)

part of the reason i like this so much is it means that benjamin barker had all the more time to have lovely moments with lucy and johanna when he wasn't busy with clients

(this also makes sweeney returning there without them all the more painful. if he sits and doesn't do anything then he's flooded by memories of the life he had in those same walls fifteen years ago. like no wonder sweeney's so bent out of shape by being forced to wait for the judge and the beadle to come to him)

johanna had only JUST started walking when ben was transported. he was so excited and happy and loved to try and assist her, encouraging her to take steps holding his hands. chattering away about her with any customer that would listen, perhaps even showing her off ("look at my jo! she's such a fine girl!" "i'm sure she is, mr. barker, but could you please finish shaving me?")

he bought johanna a little lacy bonnet when she was a week old. she didn't need something so fancy at such a young age, and lucy had already sewn her a few bonnets months prior. it wasn't the most sound financial decision he ever made. but oh, his girl just had to have it, and it's a little big, she could grow into it! (lucy admits she looks very cute with it on, even though she says johanna doesn't need it)

(the bonnet is left forgotten in a drawer somewhere for years, until sweeney opens that particular drawer and finds it gathering dust upon his return. he feels sick seeing it, reminding him again how much he missed. then he puts it back and refuses to give it any mind.)

nellie lovett was infuriated by lucy barker in that way that you can't quite pinpoint why you're mad other than they're "too perfect" or "too pretty" or something. ofc there was the fact she was married to ben, but i think there was a little "get out of my school" energy going on there too

idk exactly how lucy ended up on the street (or in bedlam, as lovett says in the finale) but i do think that nellie was, sadly, at least complicit in inaction to stop this from happening (if not having thrown her out herself)

anthony is the sweetest dude around and genuinely loves johanna. doesn't matter that he barely knows her when he says he'd marry her, he knows that he's going to be happy as long as she is

johanna loves him too, and she's surprised by it. not because of anything to do with anthony, but because she's felt so little real love in her life (that she can remember). it's a wonderful and frightening rush looking at him, sometimes, but then he squeezes her hand, or does something silly, or even just sneezes or clears his throat and she's brought back down to reality, in a good way. that anthony is real, and human like her. she doesn't have to "earn" his love by being utterly perfect.

they get out of london basically as soon as they can, just wanting to leave it all behind, at least for a while

it took a little time and arguing but anthony did end up getting a good sum of money from the judge's death, through johanna's inheritance going to her husband (him). they immediately used this money to finance travel. they both love to travel, anthony promising to show her the beauty of the world that, still, cannot rival her in his eyes

this is all i got that's coherent rn really lol. anyway here you go sweeney todd fans who liked/reblogged my post haha @demonbarberofbeepbeep @captains-clever-goose @little-lovett @fabulousairpirate @funnygirlthatbelle

[bisexualhomelander]

Butchlander - CFHI, if you please.

So, I don't know if you mean this as a pairing ask or as a "do both of them" ask, so my answer will be a mix of that.

C = Cum (where does your muse prefer to cum/have someone cum)

Homelander can and will creampie anything and anyone. I like to think he's become a bit wary about creampieing anything and anyone female after finding out he is not, in fact, shooting blanks exclusively, but knowing him, the idea of adding kids to the family just makes it better for him, so probably not. When bottoming, also prefers to be creampied, because he likes feeling physical proof of someone loving him enough to be inside him.

I honestly 100% believe Butcher does not care where he cums, as long as it's fun for him and his partner. He strikes me as the kind of guy who doesn't put that much importance on the orgasm itself; that's just physical release. The journey there is where it's getting interesting.

That said, I think he has a weakness for cumming in Homelander's mouth - seeing him swallow and also shutting the man up for a while are both big pros of the act.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Oh, Homelander's is anything in the air. As soon as we see him find a partner who also likes it, he immediately goes for it, so I assume that's been a fantasy for a long time.

Butcher is not... thrilled. Thankfully, he can convince Homelander that it's basically impossible for him to actually top in that position because while Homelander can hoist him up into the air, Butcher himself cannot generate any momentum in the air, so Homelander is deterred if disappointed.

We see Butcher fuck on-screen twice, and both times, the women are on top of him, either his wife riding him or Maeve sitting on his dick on the Flatiron table. Given this overwhelming evidence of two, I will assume he likes his lover on top.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

For Homelander, I think the carpet never matches the drapes for two reasons: 1) There is no carpet, this man has zero body hair that is not literally on his head either because he was genetically modified to not have any or because he shaves so damn religiously no stubble anywhere ever manages to happen and 2) He's not a natural blond anyway, so any body hair is bound to be darker than his main (mane?). Maybe canon will answer this question with the much-dreaded jar in S4. It honestly looks blond in the photo to me, so I also dread the idea of Homelander supposed to be a natural blond.

Butcher is a hairy bastard these days. This man does not groom. He clearly did for Becca, but those days are gone, he's waved 'em goodbye, and he can't be, pardon my British, arsed to do anything apart from some trimming here or there. I think Homelander is both disgusted and fascinated. He wishes he could have beard burn so bad.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Honestly, from the things we've seen they are... not that romantic, MOSTLY. Separately, anyway. Again, Butcher was soft with Becca, and she was probably the only one given that Raynor talks about fucking in bathrooms. We've never even seen Homelander have sex in his own room apart from one sad handjob from his burned-to-hell girlfriend, which is not the height of intimacy. But do I think they are capable of it or secretly want intimacy? SURE.

Together, it takes them a looong time to warm up to intimacy given their history.

Homelander starts that tentative journey by being absolutely needy for it and simply forcing the matter eventually by cuddling into Butcher during, and Butcher is just touch-starved enough to let it happen and find he enjoys it. To quote one of my favorite characters of all times, Bella Crawford: forgiveness isn't something you do deliberately, it's something that happens to you, and so the first time they actually 'make love' instead of 'fuck like rabid animals', it takes them both by surprise, and I wanna bet afterwards, they both hide away in separate corners of their respective lodgings and don't talk about it.

[thiccweebtrash]

That Time of The Month With Shichiro Balam (Balam x fem!reader fluff)

It was that special week every month you took off work from Babyls. You were unsure if female demons got them, but to keep the fact you were human hidden, when your period started, Sullivan (he had you call Iruma your little brother and him your grandfather) and Opera were worried the perfume to hide your human scent wouldn't be strong enough to mask that scent, so they had you stay home till it was over.

Normally your periods weren't that bad but for some reason this month's one was taking its tool. Your head was pounding and the cramps had you doubled over a few times despite taking pain medicine. You felt bloated and just all out gross. So when a knock on the door came, and you were the only one in the mansion, you were not at all happy to decend from your dark room to the bright hallways.

"Can I help you?" You asked as you opened the door, annoyance hinting in your voice. You came face to chest with a tall and muscular demon. His white hair was cut short and spiked a bit, his hand rubbing at his shaved undercut. A metal mask fit snug around his lower face, covering his nose, part of his cheeks, mouth, and chin and from his knees down his legs looked bird like. Balam.

"Hello, (y/n), I noticed you haven't been at school a few days and wanted to make sure you were okay." He said, Balam being the only other demon who knew you and Iruma were human. "I'm fine." Your answer was short, hoping he'd leave before...

"I smell blood!" He looked alarmed, gently grabbing your shoulders and looking you up and down. "Are you hurt? Should I get..."

"No I'm not hurt." You talk over him, your face instsntly going red. "I... it's a... thing that happens with humans, ya know. A human thing." Your gaze wondered everywhere, looking anywhere but at him. "It's a human thing, fascinating! What is it? Does it happen to all humans, even Iruma?"

Of all demons, it had to be him, the one who was obsessed with humans since finding out their existance was real. Loaded with questions. But she didn't entirely hate it, she found the childlike curiosity in the large and fearsome looking demon quite adorable. Along with his willingness to protect you and Iruma.

"Umm, it's kind of... personal, but no, Iruma doesn't get this." You hoped he'd stop pressing questions. You were not in the mood to explain the whole female reproductive system. You let out a rough sigh as another wave of painful cramps gripped at your body. Your hand landed on the door frame, trying to keep your breath and balance steadied as you waited for the pain the die down a bit.

He eyed you with concern, his hands slid ever so gently from your shoulders, stopping at your mid arms. "Is it painful?" He asked. You nodded, lips pressed together.

In an instant you were scooped up and being held bridal style in his strong arms. "Where's your room?" He asked.

"Up the stairs, it's the first door to the right." He started walking and you hid your face in his chest. The pain was still there but it was dulled by the flustered feeling. You felt like butterflies were in your stomach, you're heart fluttering, your face once more growing red. "Balam... you don't have to do this..." you began.

"No no, it's my fault. I dropped by unannounced, making you get up while in pain." He found your room easily being it was the only open door. He gently placed you on your large bed, closed the door, then sat down beside you. "Where does it hurt?" He asked. You hesitated, but gently patted at your lower abdomen. "I see." He said, placing his hand where yours previously was, and softly rubbing the area. A content sigh past your lips while you let your head rest on your pillow. You're eyes fluttering shut.

"If you don't mind my asking, is this something that happens a lot? I noticed around the same time each month you aren't at the school." You nodded your head to his question. "Normally it's bearable but for some reason this time my body hates me." You opened one eye, starring the the man beside you, his eyes fixated where his hand rubbed.

"Is there a reason you need it so dark?" He asked, his eyes flicking up to meet yours, a cheerful hint in them. He was a large intimidating man who didn't know his own strength, but he loved petting and touching things. So it was easy to see he was having the time of his life touching you. And you'd be lying if you didn't find the way he concentrated a little to hard to be gentle with you adorable.

"I have a bad headache, and the light makes it worse." You explain, covering your eyes with the back of your arm. A small smile danced on your lips when you felt long and gentle fingers rubbing at your head. After a moment you moved your hand and gently placed it on the wrist of the hand rubbing your belly.

"Balam?" You ask, your voice quiet. He looked at you, his eyes shinning even in the dark with excitment. "Can you stay here till the others get back?" He looked surprised by the question. "I'm sorry, I know you have classes and stuff, but... I kind of don't wanna be alone." His eyes went soft, and by the motion of his cheeks you can tell there was a smile under his mask that matched.

"Of course." He said. "It makes me happy to know, even though you're a human and I'm a demon you trust I won't eat you."

You chuckle, "I wouldn't taste good anyway." You joked with him. "Balam?" You cooed his name again, you shifted so you sat up, his hands retreated to his side. You crawled into his lap, causing a gasp to leave him. Curling up and once more, you laid your head on his chest, your hand gentle resting on his shoulder. As if by instinct he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close so you wouldn't fall.

"Are you okay? Do you need me to take you somewhere?" He asked, you could hear his heart racing from where your ear was resting. You shook your head. "No, I just wanna be like this a moment."

"O... oh..." He breathed. He basically was trembling, the sudden act of affection and physical contact along with the trust you displayed to him had him nearly falling apart. However, It didn't take long for him to grow comfortable and once more started petting and rubbing at yout thighs and arms. In the same moments, it didn't take long for you to drift off into a comfortable sleep.

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When you woke, you were laying on your bed on your side facing the door. Opera was peaking through it along with Sullivan who's eyes were twinkling and a hand was over his mouth. At first you were confused and started to shift only to feel something strong around her waist pull you close agaisnt a strong figure behind you, followed by a gentle and sleepy groan.

Then you remembered Balam had visited, you asked him to stay, and guessed at some point he laid down with you to be more comfortable, still holding you close he himself fell asleep as well. Your eyes shoot to the door, if looks could kill the two peepers would have been dead ten fold as you mouthed, go away ! You knew you'd never hear the end of this.

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Authors Notes:

I can't tell you how excited I am for season 3 of Welcome to Demon School - Iruma Kun! I love this anime it's easily in my top 3 favorite animes! And I wanna write more fan fics on it!!! Balam and Kalego being my favorite babies 😙😙

[nexility-sims]

Why is Beatrix without body paint… what are the funeral traditions surrounding body paint?

i kept forgetting to answer this !!!!! partly, i kept forgetting because i needed to come up with a real reason for the first question skdfsfj in my original versions from this past summer, beatriz was also wearing the paint; hers looked more like safya's, in the sense that it was intricate and such. when i was redressing everyone this time around, i decided that i actually liked the idea of her being dressed more simply than everyone else. the visual of it is interesting to me—and, evidently, interesting in general, if you noticed and want to ask about it ! if i had to give it a reason, then i would say perhaps it's similar to how she's the one who shaved her head—she's singling herself out, in a spiritual way. the paint more broadly is part of the regalia in uspana. someone noted elsewhere that there are different styles, which is true. it's gendered, and there are other divisions (some of which i forgot to include in the second version and only noticed after it posted, smh), like between women with children and those with none or men who are part of military orders and those who are not. uspana's calendar has nineteen months, and each one has associated festivals with their own rituals and ceremonies. those are celebrated at various levels of society—in households, municipally, nationwide—and lots of people choose to wear similar regalia for the festivities. by the 1990s, there's been a resurgence of public embracing of traditional regalia for a few decades. it was important to beatriz that the family be seen as the most connected to the nation's culture. we'll see them dressed up like this again in episode five and, likely, episode four as well. the cc that i need to properly fulfill my vision for the regalia just doesn't exist, and i lack either the skill or the time to make what i'd want to have right now. frankly, that's part of why the main story went on hiatus when it did ! so ... the paint, and using it for this big funeral episode, is one way i am trying to scream at the top of my lungs HEY THIS IS NOT WHITE PEOPLE ROYALTY, THIS IS AN ANTI-COLONIAL STORY ! :^) no offense to white people royalty but also full offense to the real ones lmao

[white-poppie]

Eyes burning in the Sun

Request: can you please do a Kurapika x reader. the reader helps Kurapika fight the phantom troupe and even ends up fighting one of them. (This is my first time I'm sorry if I mess up on anything I also read the rules multiple times.)

A/N: Ohh nonnie, don't worry you didn't mess up anything!! I am so happy that you read the rules ahaha ( you are so adorable omg my heart-) Hehe like I would leave any opportunity to write for 'pika dearest.

Genre: Friends to Lovers! (first-time writing non-established relations xo) Warnings: extreme violence--be warned, reader is a specialist, too mush floof

"I am going on the hunt with you this time!" you slammed the door, causing him to flinch and spill his green tea on his shirt. You were the one always lecturing him about taking care of himself and yet you disturbed one of his only moments of calmness.

"The what, now?" he blinked, dazed.

"I wanna help you in hunting the phantom troupe this time," you huffed causing Kurapika to drop the tissue in his hand and look at you concerned, he walked up to you before any questions left his mouth.

"Absolutely not!" he commanded.

"I won't be any hindrance to you!" you pouted making his resolve tremble ever-so-slightly.

"It's not about being a hindrance, Y/n!" he paced around his room, "its about your safety, I can't let anyone else dear to me get hurt, no, not again!"

"Kurapika!" you kept your hands on his shoulders, "I am fine, stop worrying, geez!"

"Oh-I" he quickly fixed his tie and cleared his throat, "I apologize."

"Please let me help you," your eyes softened, "I am concerned about you, that is why I want to accompany you, I think you are fully capable of handling them by yourself, but my mind is restless--please let me come with you."

He gulped and averted his eyes, "fine, you may."

"But if any situation comes where you are in danger, flee immediately!"

Kurapika should've known better than to trust you to flee in the face of danger.

"Twenty meters and Sixty degrees clockwise from your current position," chided through the device, "Machi, she is alone, you can catch up to her."

Kurapika rolled up the sleeves of his white dress shirt and looked at the direction you pointed. You were hiding behind some alleyway, a device in your ear and binocs in your hand, spying at the troupe.

"Isn't it suspicious how only one member is there?" he mumbled.

"It is..." you whispered, narrowing your eyes and before one could say knife, there was a hand around your mouth. Your eyes widened in fear and a muffled shriek automatically left your throat.

"Y/N?" Kurapika asked concernedly, but before one could say knife, he was struck by Machi.

"Focus, chain bastard," she hissed and he had no choice but to oblige. First he had to deal with the issue in his hand and then look after you.

You looked around to see a short man holding your mouth, eyes widening in fear as you recognised him to be the cruellest member of the troupe: Feitan.

You did the most reasonable thing anyone could have done.

Scream? No.

Cry? No.

Beg for mercy? Absolutely Not.

You...bit his hand.

Now listen, it might not be the most ethical tactic, but as long as it works, right?

Feitan hissed as he realized his grip from your mouth. You kicked him where the sun doesn't shine and made him double up, gasping in pain.

"You bitch!" he snarled wildly, landing blind hits on you, which you were able to dodge. You took advantage and twirled him till he was facing the wall, in his weakened state, you grabbed him by the back of his neck and slammed his face into the wall.

His head hit a gross splat and you were sure it was enough to keep him unconscious for a while.

Making an escape from the alley, you ran towards Kurapika.

You weren't shocked to see Kurapika and Machi having a fair fight. Her strings were invisible when they wrapped around his forearm, drawing blood from them as he hissed in pain.

And you swore to heavens you never wanted to shave someone's hair off so bad in your life.

You took a pocket knife and snapped her string, giving Kurapika enough time to wield his chain of justice and pierce it through her chest.

That was what you thought...until your head was hit with something cold, forcing you to fall on all fours, groaning in pain as warmth trickled down your head.

You turned your head to see Feitan smiling sadistically, your vision tunneled from the impact.

"Y/N!" Kurapika shouted. God, it was their plan to make him unable to move. He was driven between killing Machi and saving you from Feitan.

Heh, you knew better than being a hindrance, "k-kill machi," you stuttered out, "I'll hopefully buy you enough time until then."

"Y/N-" his voice died in his throat as he shook his head to rid of the haziness.

You got up hesitantly and stared into his dark eyes, how menacing.

"Why do always attack from the back?" you asked, crossing your arms in front of you. He blinked in surprise at the casual conversation you were channelling in the middle of a fight. You looked at Kurapika, he was holding out quite well.

You slowly moved a little towards the alley while glaring at him and the poor guy didn't know how to react. You leg finally came across the metal rod you were looking for, instantly grabbing it, you charged at Feitan but he was quick to dodge.

You huffed as you swing again, landing a clear hit on his arm. It might have seemed like an unneeded move, but it was necessary to connect your nen-channel on his arm, one of the weakest points of the body.

Your nen was concealed through In, but your ability was versatile, you could connect your aura through a bullet and fire it and it would successfully attach to the person, or you could use a knife and stab, even physical attack worked as long as you make contact with the target, one way or another.

But Feitan was cunning, he knew you motive and was ready to cut your aura nodes. You panicked and quickly and uttered the command, "Kaze!"

A sharp gust of wind snapped his arm in half...the scene reminded you of Heaven's Arena when you were watching the fight of Hisoka.

He groaned in pain as you looked over to see Kurapika, win as Machi retreated from the fight. He groaned in anger as she ran away, but his legs gave in due to tiredness.

You turned to face Feitan but he was gone too. Groaning in irritation you walked up to Kurapika and sat on the ground with your back on a wall.

"Hah, they ran away," he ran a hand through his gold locks, shutting his eyes tightly in despair, only to be met with a soft weight on his shoulder.

You kept your head on his shoulder, knowing well that you would die of embarrassment when you snap back to reality, but right now you wanted nothing more than his embrace.

"I am so glad you are alright," you laughed hoarsely, "I was so scared when I couldn't see you, I thought maybe-maybe-something might go wrong on your side or mine."

He leaned onto your touch, pushing back your hair from your forehead with dried-up blood.

"You promised you would run away," he moved away and looked at you, gently holding your hand and bringing it to his face. Heat rushed onto you as you bit your lips.

"I am sorry, I cannot leave you alone, can I?" He smiled and kissed your knuckles and you couldn't help but embrace him tightly.

He was quick to melt into your touch, "so uhm...do you want to go on a date with me?" He asked hesitantly and your tightened hug was all that he needed for an answer.

IM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO WRITE THIS AAAA

Im sorry nonnie, hope you are not mad at me, I was having such an intense burnout TwT

I love pika shoo mush ommg uhuhuhu

Tags: @denkis111, @jazzylove, @lordmypantsaresocool, @futuristicallykawaiiturtle, @kristaline2dmensimp,@rintaroubby @nanaseishiro @innerpurple,

𓏲 🥀  Occasional Critters ▒ Wonderland's citizens ▒ The red king's rules    

Hunter x Hunter (ハンタ x ハンタ)

[bxttxrflybxddie]

Hey, how are you? I hope you're doing well :D Quick question, could I ask for some Mime Bomb x Reader or some Chase Devineaux x Reader? Either one would be great to have some Headcannons too :) I hope you have a great day/night!

|Chase Devineaux X Reader|

a/n: tbh i haven't written for mr. 'to hunt' in a while, i still gotta redo all my older works lol working on the mb hcs rn!

pairing: chase devineaux x reader

post type: headcannons

requested: yes

word count: 0.7k

warnings: mentions of acts of violence, slight ptsd mention, food, mmm french agent, lovey dovey, pls don't fail me mobile tumblr

one of his greatest worries in your relationship is something happening to you. he knows his line of work is dangerous, so he will keep his distance from you in the beginning to protect you. chase knows from first-hand experience how terrifying both vile and acme can be, so he will do what he can to prevent you from getting hurt.

however, he physically cannot stay away from you. you're the sigh of relief he’s always needed in his life. he considers it a privilege to be yours, completely and entirely belonging to you. he’s lucky you wanted to even go to that first date with him, let alone staying by his side.

chase struggles with self-esteem issues more than he’ll let on. once you know what to look for, it's easy to notice. he’ll skip meals and showers to focus on his work. he can't be so close yet so far from figuring out what everything means.

it’s a slow progression for him to get into this mindspace, but it's no trouble for you to take him out of it. hold his hand and gently move him to the table for dinner, sit him down and shave his face for him (maybe even shower with him or bathe him yourself, this doesn't even need to be sexual!), hold him close and play with his hair, the frenchman loves to be pampered but won't admit it.

the longer your relationship lasts, the healthier he’ll become. he wants the best for you, hence he'll be the best.

holding him in the depth of night is a loved activity between you both. your head rested on his chest, the hair tickling your face ever so softly. you'll both whisper to each other about any and everything. he tends to tell you about his days since they're filled with humor (and he loves hearing you laugh). his accent is the thickest at this time unless you both usually speak french to one another.

“and then, i 'ad to buy a new coat. i still think that the mime is up to something..”

for the sake of his sanity and for your safety, try your best not to get involved with carmen sandiego. (i'm so lying DO IT it's good story)

if you do find yourself in this situation, expect her to give you a few friendly quips of her own. nothing malicious, don't worry! (maybe a little flirty at first bc she's Like That but once you shut it down she'll respect that.)

your lover doesn't like how much he has to travel for work. all of these gorgeous sights but the most beautiful is waiting for him to come home :(

even if he wanted to bring you along, (he doesn't for the sake of your health and that is the Only Reason) acme isn't fond of the idea of someone who doesn't work for them getting into trouble and them having to clean up the mess. especially since they’d be with Mr. Accident-Prone.

however, if you do work for acme, expect chase to request being your partner to every mission.

“Agent Zari has already been selected to accompany them, Devineaux.”

“....Yes, but-”

the moments where he can take a deep breath and let his walls come down are few and far inbetween, but in those moments he's viscously flirty.

he’ll go all out on his compliments that leave you flustered. he's very touchy!

he can give it all until he's given his soul too, but once he receives anything he's a mess. caress the side of his face, call him handsome, run your hands over the nape of his neck. he's gone, melted into a puddle on the floor.

he smells good. you tell him every now and then, he'll believe you but not entirely. he knows that he doesn't smell bad but he doesn't realize just how much peace he brings when his hugs engulf you. he will after some time though.

he can't cook if his life depended on it but he's an amazing baker. expect treats often! he’ll gift you the sweets for any reason, as well. (because ‘why not’ also counts as a reason)

mmmm strong hands mmm that hold you gently mmmmmmm

he wants a future with you. what you want that to contain is up to you, but the thought of waking up everyday to your face makes him feel giddy.

chase devineaux is a flawed man, but there isn't anything he can't do by your side.

© BXTTXRFLYBXDDIE

[ladylooch]

Our Little Family [Miles Wood] - Chapter 15- Now It’s Christmas Time

A/N from 👢 anon: B, baby. Don't know if you need something soft today. But here is little family. After this one, we're going to make some time jumps. This one doesn't have any smut, but there is a little angst, anxiety, and childhood trauma. Hope you guys enjoy it!!

Waking up on christmas morning, never meant something to you until today. You have a beautiful family, fiance, and a daughter. This life never felt that like an option for you, but it is and the reason for that is the man lying beside you. 

Miles was worried about you, so he woke up before you. He's going to do everything he can to make this a good day for you. Give you better memories. He stares at your back while you sleep, but when you turn around looking at him, his face lights up. 

You smile as he moves closer to you. He says good morning, you reply against his chest. Miles kisses your head, letting you fully wake up. You don't know if you're fully prepared for today, but you're going to do your best for him and for your daughter. 

“Are you ready for today ?” Miles asks as he rubs your back. 

“Not really. I don't know. I just want to give you guys a good day.” 

“Don't worry about that, babe. It's going to be amazing. Just the three of us.” 

You nod before kissing his chest. You're so glad that he's not shaving anymore. It feels nice. 

You both hear Lily being up. So you guys decide that Miles will put on his pj and then change her, while you go to the bathroom before joining them. 

Miles is in his flannel pants with a hoodie that says nap king. You're with the nap queen hoodie and Lily with her nap princess onesie.

They're in front of the tree waiting for you, and you smile as you walk to them. You tell Lily Merry Christmas she claps. She's excited, mom. 

You kiss her cheek before letting Lily go crazy with her gifts. You guys take a bunch of family pictures. You hope you can get some with Miles later while lily naps. 

After the pictures, you guys let Lily go grab the presents and open them. Most of them are for her. Yours and Miles are on the back where she can't reach. 

Miles says that he'll be right back, you nod, helping Lily open her first present. Lily is in heaven right now, Miles comes back almost ten minutes later with two mugs filled with hot cocoa and marshmallows. He gives you your mug, the one with hot mama written on it. 

“Second tradition for Christmas.” He says with the biggest grin. 

You thank him softly before taking a sip. 

“Your parents are spoiling her too much, babe.” You say to Miles, pointing to a bunch of presents his parents sent to her.

“Well, I guess I'm the favorite child, so she's the favorite grandchild.” 

You roll your eyes with a laugh. You get up to grab his presents. You give him a few small boxes. 

Miles opens the first one. It's your favorite cologne of his that it's almost over. You need your man to smell good. The other one is tickets for a country show at Red Rocks, he's so excited. The last one is Legos. 

He looks at you a little, confused with that one. 

“For one of our date nights.” You explain to him. 

“I like that a lot, babe, thanks.” He leans in to kiss you. 

You smile into the kiss, cupping his cheek. You pull back checking on Lily. She is still mesmerized by her presents. But she'll be hungry soon. You get up, grabbing your mug. 

“Wait where are you going ?” Miles asks, holding your hand. 

“To prepare breakfast.”

“But what about my presents to you ?” 

“Wait, do you have presents for me ?” 

“Of course I do, Lily helped me pick.” You smile, squeezing his hand. 

“Can we do it later ? She'll be hungry soon, and I don't want her to cry.” You can see that this is hurting him a little. “Okay, I guess we can do one before she goes full grumpy on us.” You say before he can reply. Miles looked sad, and you said that you were going to be better today.

He gets up all excited. He brings two small boxes. One has a spa and queen day for you to enjoy. Everything that he could put in the package to spoil you is there. The other is the body moisturizer that Miles likes a lot. It drives him crazy when you use it. 

You thank him, kissing those sweet, puffy lips. You definitely want to make out with him later. Miles hangs with Lily while you make breakfast. You can hear them giggling in the living room. 

In five minutes, Miles is in the kitchen with Lily. You look at him when he calls for you, you arch your brow. Miles shrugs, and he mouths Christmas tradition for you. You smile and nod. 

You guys go all out with breakfast, putting things that you guys want to eat every year from now on. Your heart feels full as you look around the table to Miles and Lily's face. This right here, it's what you want for the future, maybe a few more babies around the table. But for now, this is all you want. 

Lily is so happy. You squeeze Miles' hand. He smiles at you. Miles is doing everything he can to make today a good day for you. And you appreciate that. 

After breakfast, Miles sends you to the living room with Lily; he'll do the cleaning. You think about saying something, but you nod and take Lily to the living room. She got so many toys that she's a little overwhelmed with so many options to play with. She crawls into your lap. She's tired, mom. You smile, kissing her head while she settles. 

Miles sees you two on the floor close to the tree. He snaps a few pictures. He got so lucky with you. He knows that without you, this wouldn't be possible. 

Lily is already out in your arms. Miles comes in saying that he'll take her to her crib. You nod, letting him pick her. You purse your lips for a kiss before he goes. 

You start to grab the wrapping papers and boxes to throw away while Miles takes Lily upstairs. As you put the papers in the bag, you realize that there are a few more presents there, but that's probably for Miles from his parents. 

You check your phone, sending Cheryl a few Lily pictures opening her presents. She looks adorable. Cheryl goes crazy with the pictures. That's her grandbaby, and she reminds her so much of Miles.

Miles sits beside you on the couch, throwing an arm over your shoulder with a smile as you lean in close to his body. This is nice and you enjoy it a lot. 

“Babe, there are still a few presents there, I think those are for you.” You say to him, looking at the presents. 

“Nope, those are for you.”

You're a little surprise watching Miles get up to bring them to you. You thank him softly. You open the first box, and it makes you start laughing. 

He really bought you a sex toy, Miles is very proud of his present. You shake your head at him as you pull his hoodie to bring him for a kiss. 

You open the next one. Your reaction is very close to what he expected. Miles bought you a Grinch onesie, and yes, you're putting it on as you thank him. 

That's when it hits him, you don't want expensive things. You want him to pay attention to you, and it's the simple things that make you go crazy. That's when you feel most loved by him. 

Now that you're all warm in your new onesie, you guys decide to watch a movie. Laying on the couch, Miles' arms wrapped around you. This so far is the best Christmas ever. 

Miles needs to go to the bathroom, not so long after he goes. You get a call, and you have a feeling that this is not going to be good. But you take it anyway. Hearing that voice, your dad's voice, makes you close your eyes and take a deep breath. 

You start to pace around the house, your replies are short, and you don't even realize that you're outside. Sitting on a snowy chair. It's cold, still better than what you feel right now. 

You hear the same old things since you started dating Miles. That you need to have more respect for yourself, that Miles will dump you when he's done. You threw your life away because of a man, your choices aren't always the best. 

But being with Miles gives the strength that you never had before. So this time you reply without crying, that you're with the man that you love, you guys are going to get married, you made a choice and are comfortable with that choice, and that his granddaughter is one, she's an amazing little girl. You end the call after that. The tears start streaming down your cheek. 

Miles came back from the bathroom and didn't find you on the couch. The house is a little chiller than it was before. He starts looking for you- that's when he sees you outside on the phone. You don't look good, your body language is down, and your voice is so close to breaking. He doesn't know what to do at first. 

Then he grabs the blanket because you're probably freezing outside. He waits until you end the call to step outside. He says a soft hey, when you hear his voice, you clean your tears right away. You don't want him to see you cry.

Miles wraps you in the blanket, rubbing his hands along your arms. You weren't expecting Miles to pull you into his lap. You rest your cheek on his chest, taking him in and all his smells. But this time you can't control yourself, you start to sob against his shirt, saying that you're a failure and he shouldn't choose you. 

He doesn't like that at all. He holds you, rubbing your back, trying to soothe you. And you love him for that. He's so worried. Miles picks you and carries you inside to the couch. He makes sure that your whole body is warm. He can't have you getting sick right now or ever. 

You fist his shirt, full on sobbing. He says that he loves you and you're not a failure as he holds you in his arms. Miles lays you down on the inside of the couch. He'll protect you from anything. He's going to punch whoever did this to you. He saw you break down before. Sometimes, that was on him. But never like this, he never saw you like this. 

Miles is really lost here. He doesn't know what to do. You guys cuddle on the couch without saying a word. He can see this is hard for you. He'll try to understand what happened to you. 

Lily wakes, she babbles in her room, and you guys can hear over the baby monitor. Miles doesn't move, you poke his side, and your voice barely comes out when you say that he needs to go get her. Miles cups your cheeks with both of his hands. He looks deep inside your eyes, saying that he loves you. Before kissing you. 

You appreciate him so damn much. You say that there is food for her in the fridge, and all he needs to do is warm it up. Miles nods as he moves to get your daughter. 

You close your eyes, trying to ground yourself. This is not how you envisioned this Christmas going. You can't ruin this for Lily. You hear Miles, telling Lily that they're going to eat first, then make something for mommy to eat and lots of cuddles later. Lily likes all those options for sure. She's a happy baby. Miles comes to get you when lunch is ready. 

He kisses your head as you guys walk to the kitchen. Lily is all messy from her food. She's so cute. You say a soft “Hi, baby.” But your voice doesn't sound the same. Your eyes are all puffy. 

As soon as Lily hears your voice, she's calling for you and making grabby hands. She calls and calls until you get here. When you reach her, she's about to cry. She snuggles into your chest, you look at Miles, and he just shrugs. You kissed Lily's head, holding her. 

That's when you realize Lily might be a daddy's girl through and through, but when you're hurt, she knows, and she'll do anything to help ease your pain. 

Miles sits in front of you with your plate. He starts to feed you. You say that he doesn't need to. You're used to eating with one hand. But he insists, you thank him. That's really not how you wanted today to go. 

After lunch, you guys cuddle the whole afternoon. When Lily is asleep, you and Miles are watching a movie. When she's up, you guys are playing with her. Miles made a makeshift bed on the floor for all of you to cuddle together. 

Later that night, you and Miles are in bed. It took a while for you guys to put Lily to bed. She didn't want to let you go. She was just too tired.

You watch Miles slide under the blanket. He asks if you're okay, and you nod as he pulls you into his body. You needed this. 

You take a long, shaky breath. 

“Are you going to divorce me ten years from now ?” You ask Miles. 

“No.” Miles doesn't need to think twice. He looks at you, making you look at him. 

“Where is this idea coming from, babe ?” He asks you. 

“Well, I kinda ruined your life by being pregnant. So it makes sense when Lily is old enough for you just to be her dad.”

“You didn't ruin anything, I know my first response to Lily wasn't my best moment. But I love our life, I love you, I love Lily. That's the life that I want.” 

“But… I don't want you to resent me or to realize that you only married me because of our kid. That you wanted to do the right thing by being a gentleman.”

“No buts, sweetheart. You are the one that I want. I don't know what happened on that phone call, but you're the woman of my life.” Miles brushes his thumb along your cheek. “You chose me before I did, and I'm sorry for taking so long. But I choose you today, tomorrow and ten years from now.” Miles brings your lips to kiss you. “You're my everything, and from this day forward, I'll show you did the right thing by choosing me. I'm not going to resent you, for giving me the greatest gift ever.” 

“I…I just want to make you happy and loved.”

“And you do that honey by being yourself. I fell for you, not any images… you.” 

[onlyallytothesun]

Hi, I want to ask you a question regarding the way Stella's abusive behavior was written. Yesterday I ended up debating someone on reddit when I expressed my criticism that Stella's abuse seemed one-dimensional and cartoonishly unrealistic cuz her only interactions with Stolas were aggressive or insulting, while irl abusers will often manipulate their victims with gaslighting or acting kind to maintain control, and how often theres a "honey moon period" where everything seems fine. Someone replied saying that my narrative "is harmful" to abuse survivors cuz not every abusive relationship looks the same and that in fact abusers can be openly aggressive and violent, and that Stella is not an unrealistic depiction of an abuser. I hope its OK to ask for your opinion on what they said: is Stella a bad or unrealistic depiction of an abuser or not, and if so, why? Is the narrative of Stolas' abuse?

Not ALL abusers are subtle, some are overt, VERY overt. Abuse can come in many forms, I agree on that. But Stella is very much the caricature of abuse, written for the sake of shipping fuel. Not an actual attempt to portray abuse. Aside from inconsistent writing that actively contradicts Stella's later depiction (The daughter pointing out that the parents at least co existed. But later depictions show Stella so cartoonishly evil its baffling the daughter didn't even notice).

I keep bringing up yaoi, because Viziepop has been accused of fethisization and again it doesn't miss me that Stella reads like a misogynistic depiction of a villaness in a mlm manga.

If im being honest depictions of women giggling evily as they torture the poor male character for shipping fuel just do more harm than actual good when it comes to the depiction of abuse. In the same way I despise most depiction of SA on media. Sure they could/do happen, but their often written for fake drama, evil characterization, and often overshadow the reality of the issue.

Stella is a Disney villain, and not even an enjoyable one. Stella's later speech when Stolas asks her why she stays is indicative of this. She turns around and exclaims how much she just loves torturing him. And we all roll our eyes, just like when the evil r*pist character jumps out of the alley way.

Its weird the show never mentions that she, unlike Stolas, doesn't have an immediate position of power. For now, her only job seems to have a kid. And that is a dark and depressing reality, that COULD have played into her abusive nature. If she never truly loved Stolas, and only stayed out of necessity, taking her anger out on her child and husband.

Mommy Dearest is a film based on a true story. Its campy, over dramatic, and the abusive mother was portrayed as more monstrous than she actually was. Yet her scenes of abuse hit harder than any of Stella's. Why? For many reasons. Her violent outbursts, her short temper, the way she project her insecurities on her daughter feel so tangible. All explained by the pressure she faced as an actress and the acknowledgement her old age would destroy her career, and that her younger daughter was an invisible threat. The scene of her screaming at her daughter when she cuts her hair is brutal. Made worse by the knowledge that only a few weeks ago, a mother publicly posted a video of her shaving her daughter's head as punishment in Tik Tok.

The mother almost feels like what Stella could have been. Over dramatic, overly violent, etc... but the mother's abuse is set up and explored. Again, Stella's is stereotypical, out of nowhere and contradictory to early writing. And for what? To actually explore the effects of an abusive partner? Or was it a quick justification for the writers to further woobify Stolas?

Intention matters, just as much as depiction. Its bad writing and im sick of people pretending otherwise.