#[i know some versions push her more into the background]

[evansbuckle]

tattoo!artist!reader X Bucky Barnes

I've been thinking about this trope for a hot minute, and part of me wants to write more specific drabbles for these two, but we'll see. Hope you enjoy! Likes & reblogs always appreciated <3

word count: 1k

Warnings: little to no proofreading, maybe swearing? Reader uses she/her pronouns, and is referred to as 'the girl'. Mentions of Bucky mentalling struggling (very vague allusions to self-harm desire) Some mentions of body parts, but no specific body descriptions.

Bucky struggles and his brain is constantly crying out for distractions. He tried the journaling, and the knitting, and the rubber bands on the wrist but nothing quiets his mind. Until he stumbles upon a reddit post of some user sharing that body modifications (tats, piercings,) help still things, even for a brief moment.

So he walks into the first tattoo parlour he finds; it’s small, filled with sketches and people covered in borderline scary ink head to toe. He sticks out, badly. He doesn’t know what he wants or what he's doing there, but quickly figures his dead best friends birthday is a good place to start, so he makes an appointment and comes back.

He sits on the chair, and watches a girl prepare a fresh needle and ink with quiet grace. He appreciates that she doesn’t push him to talk, only asking if he’s ready, and telling him when she’s going to start. He barely registers the needle touching the skin on his flesh bicep, too entranced by the way her gloved hands control the vibrating thing. He takes his time looking over her tattoos, the black lines on her fingers visible through the blue gloves. He barely registers her question.

“Sorry, repeat that?”

A quiet chuckle, then “is this your first one?”

“Yeah.”

A brief nod, the hair in her ponytail moving slightly, “any special meaning?”

He’s quiet for a moment. “friends birthday.”

She briefly glances up at him, but doesn’t push the topic, putting the tattoo gun down. Cleans it efficiently, wraps it in second skin, and walks Bucky over to the counter. He pays, tipping generously because he doesn’t know how to tip tattoo artists, and silently decides he’s coming back soon.

Two months pass before he walks back into the same shop, and is met with the same buzzing sound that seems to cover up the soft rock in the background. Half hour later he’s laying down on the same chair, the same girl working on the same arm. It’s a phoenix, rising from the ashes. Symbolic for sure, but Bucky mainly just really likes the birds. 

The girl hums as she tattoos, pink gloves instead of blue this time. 

“New gloves?”

“What?”

“I-just- the last time I was here you had blue gloves.”

A soft chuckle, kind eyes meeting his nervous ones, then “yeah, i fancied a switch up. feeling pink, i guess.”

Three hours go by, and it’s only half done. Bucky’s sent home and told to come back in two weeks. 

So he does. 

He walks back into the same shop, same buzz, same soft rock, same sweet girl. 

He decides to talk this time. He tells her his name, about his recent inclination for body art, his backstory (or at least a modified version). He even asks her out for a coffee. She’s a bit resigned, but his traumatised-yet-still-beautiful eyes end up convincing her. He doesn't stop smiling the whole walk home.

Three days later, Bucky walks into a cute little coffee place downtown, his gaze immediately landing on the girl focused on her sketchbook, decorated hands moving with skill. He spots two coffee cups in front of her, walks over, and sits down. 

It’s awkward at first, small silent gaps, and Bucky stumbles over his words a fair few times, yet each time he’s met with the amused glances of the girl in front of him. When she starts talking, his heart stills. Her stories put a smile on his face, and the rest is soon forgotten. 

A week later, he starts bringing her flowers at work, always paired with “they were pretty, reminded me of you.” Persian lilies, carnations, daises even, whatever first catches his eye when he walks into his local florists. Her co-workers start teasing about the man who’s sweet on her, but glimpses of the flowers never fail to make her smile through long days. 

Weeks after that, Bucky sits in her apartment while she finishes cleaning, or laundry, or whatever housework she needed to do. The girl walks over to sit next to him when she’s finished, artwork covering her arms, hands, parts of her legs and feet. Bucky rarely takes his eyes off the ink, downright enamoured at the way they accentuate her soul, each little drawing showing the world a glimpse of her personality.

“Do you want to try?” Her voice cuts through the silence.

“What?” His gaze snaps up to her. She smiles, grabs his arm, leading him to her spare room. He looks around as he walks in, not having been in there before; it’s fairly empty, mostly a storage room he notes, save for a desk with something that looks like squares of flesh, and ink bottles. She sits him down, quickly gathering everything needed. Tattoo gun plugged in, fake skin in front of him, a small ink cap next to that.

She perches on his lap, showing him how to hold the gun. He listens, obviously, but every fibre of his body is hyper aware of just how quiet this moment feels - someone he cares for, is growing to love, living life with him, willingly. He smiles to himself, wondering how the hell he got to this place when everything was dark two months ago. 

The gun buzzes to life in his hands, and her smaller ones hold him tighter as she guides his movements over the silicone skin. They laugh, and after a while she lets go, letting Bucky freehand it. He tries to focus on the task at hand, he really does, but the warmth of the body on top of his engulfs him, wrapping around his heart like a safety net.

He quickly decides life isn’t quite so bad when there's someone to share the stillness with.

[brw]

Against my better judgement I'm going to answer this despite the fact that a) this is kind of bizarre to post under a stranger's post with such an aggressive tone, and b) I sense no matter what I say will change your mind, but some things you said are so blatantly incorrect it'll bother me if I don't, so whatever;

Wanda is not treated any more misogynistically by Vision than any other contemporary woman of her era. Frankly, I think she and Vision come off a lot better than the likes of Hank Pym and Janet van Dyne, or Reed Richards and Sue Storm, or Steve Rogers and Sharon Carter, or Clint and Natasha, or any other example. I can appreciate this might be a personal preference though, so I won't press on this as everything reads differently to certain people, and I can appreciate if you've never read 60s or 70s comics before and don't engage with them on their own level, they can read poorly. However;

"Vision has nothing to do with the twins" is something I find bizarre as a reason to say that Vision is a bad partner, when Vision was an active parent before Vision Quest? Like, when Vision and Wanda were actively married, Vision was very present. And after the fact, well, Vision was dead for the vast majority of all the Young Avengers arcs when Billy and Tommy got the most focus. Not only that, but Billy and Tommy became very close friends with a teenage robot version of Vision. Like, why do you think the twins would actually want a parental dynamic with Vision in the first place? By the time Vision comes back, Billy and Tommy are adults, and they, I imagine, aren't big on calling someone who looks like their dead friend dad every day.

And to be blunt, if by this logic Vision is an absent parent and a bad partner, so is Wanda. Wanda has nothing to do with Tommy. Wanda has never interacted with Tommy outside of Billy, and if it was not for Billy, she would likely never see Tommy at all, because she is not present in his life whatsoever. The sword that says that Vision is not active in the twins' life also means Wanda is the same with Tommy.

"Vision pushed for children with Wanda" is also just blatantly a lie. Like it just is not true. Vision suggets children, Wanda is excited by the idea but does not think it would be possible for them to have biological children, while Vision thinks it would be due to Wanda's probability manipulation powers, but is open to adoption as a possibility too. Wanda then says she literally does want children, but she did not know how to broach the subject with Vision.

Vision and the Scarlet Witch V2 #3

And then later when destorying the mysterious village, Wanda channels some of the powers to become pregnant with Vision's help. There is no coercion, there is no pushing, Vision just at most thinks it is possible for Wanda to use her powers to create children, but Wanda is written as enthusiastic about the idea, and at the time when Wanda is wielding the magic, isn't saying anything about having children and is solely focused on helping Wanda. I don't understand where this "pushing" idea came from, when it's very clear in the text that it is a mutual desire of theirs?????

"Spent the 2000s and 2010s verbally abusing Wanda" Well this is factually incorrect because Vision was dead from 2004 to 2013, so almost 10 years of the time you cite isn't even Vision. I'm trying to guess at what you're referencing, and the best I can really come up with is AvX #0 by Bendis?

And, I'm sorry, but if Brian "House of M" Bendis, Brian "Avengers Dissassembled" Bendis, Brian "Has vocally talked about how happy he is that he ruined Wanda for a long time" Bendis is what you're sourcing, then I think you are being incredibly disinegnous with your analysis and reasoning. This moment is very clearly to narratively set up the fact that Wanda has to redeem herself in mutantkind's eyes for House of M, a background theme and character arc for Wanda of this entire event. It's a stupid moment to set up Brian's stupid arc, and I think if you claim to like Wanda, you have got to do better than source Brian Michael Bendis comics to make your point.

Look, you're allowed to not like a relationship. You are allowed to not like a character. You are allowed to hate a character, to hate a relationship, even! But if these are your reasons, then they are bad reasons rooted in false information and willful misinterpretation of the text. And if you want to do that, that is your prerogative, but don't come on my post to do it.

And finally, to cap it off, if anyone is verbally abusive to Wanda, if anyone doesn't care about the twins, it's Simon fucking Williams, who purposefully kept Wanda's spouse from being able to comfort Wanda during the very traumatic death of her children because he wanted to fuck her, who showed absolutely zero care that his fucking nephews were dead.

You know. I can understand thinking there are relationships Wanda has had that are happier and healthier than her and Vision. Like I can appreciate that, especially when it's Jericho. But sometimes I see people say things like "Wanda and Simon are MADE for each other he is her true love" and I'm like well I just don't think that's true. Or fucking, Wanda and Clint being the best Wanda ship and I'm like I'm sorry but you are objectively wrong on that one. Don't lie to me like this.

[poison-ninja-star]

😈 meow meow

Um...upon further study, I believe "meow meow" is a fictional character who is oft placed in a villainous role but thou feels sympathetic to their plight? Thou will have to pardon any inaccuracies, I hope I hath understood thyne question correctly!

As for mine answer...hm...I suppose I would hath to give that title to Queen Clytemnestra from the play Agamemnon. Most oft, she is portrayed as a spiteful bitter wife, but if one thinks deeply then thou can see her reasoning. After all, her husband sacrificed their child, Iphigenia, without her knowledge! If that were not a stinging blow enough, he returns with a new woman claimed as spoils of war!

Indeed, murder twas a rather drastic act. Especially since the new woman Cassandra did naught to deserve her wrath. However, I findeth her to be rather tragic unlike some who perceive her as purely malicious!

[cinnamanz]

# MAMMA MIA — chapter thirty-one!

there’s always been one rule in the group: don’t bring up y/n. no one really knows why, but it’s clear sophia would rather leave her ex-best friend in the past. once inseparable, their friendship dissolved after a summer camp that no one talks about, and y/n vanished, moving god-knows-where without so much as a goodbye. some say it was a fight. others say it was something more. only sophia knows the truth—or maybe not even she does. now, as the third year at dream academy begins, sophia is blindsided by y/n's unexpected return. gone is the familiar, easygoing childhood bestfriend she remembers. in her place is someone sharper, colder, and—unfortunately for sophia—hotter than ever. (who gave her the permission to look so fine?)

wc: 813 (pls read it)

PARTY ON YOU

3am.

your phone buzzes against the nightstand like it’s mad at you. it’s 3 am., and you’re two minutes away from ignoring it until you catch the name—yunjin. great, a drunk call. again.

you answer with a groggy, “what?”

“y/n,” she practically yells over the music in the background. “please. come get sophia.”

you sit up. “what happened?”

“she’s wasted,” yunjin says, dragging out the word like it physically hurts her. “two drinks. two! and now she’s dancing on the coffee table and i don’t—”

you’re already pulling a hoodie over your head. “text me the address.”

you hated parties. too many bodies crammed into too little space, everyone sticky with sweat and trying too hard to forget whatever they're running from. the smell of spilled beer, the throb of music that isn't even that good, people you don’t know getting too close, too loud. it's never been your thing.

but it’s sophia.

so you're in your car, driving too fast, jaw clenched and music low because any louder and your thoughts would swallow you whole. you're annoyed. you're tired. you're dreading this. you don’t want to go.

and still—you go.

you shoulder through the front door of a house that reeks of cheap alcohol and regret. the bass inside is shaking the floor. bodies are packed wall to wall, swaying under lights that flicker like they’ve given up. a group is singing off-key in the kitchen, someone’s crying on the stairs, and there’s a random guy passed out in a bathtub full of ice.

you hate it here.

but your eyes keep scanning, searching—until they land on her.

sophia.

dead center of the living room, where the crowd parts just enough to let her move. hair wild, cheeks flushed, the mess of strobe lights dancing across her skin like a kaleidoscope. she's laughing so freely, like nothing in the world could touch her. no distance. no history. no heartbreak you’ve unknowingly caused her.

and in a way—it does.

for a moment, the whole house fades. the sound dulls. the lights slow.

you're not here anymore.

you're back in your childhood bedroom. the abba playlist is skipping from years of overuse. sophia’s jumping on your bed, a glittery pink hairbrush in one hand, screaming mamma mia! at the top of her lungs. you’re laughing, trying to sing along between breaths, the two of you spinning until you fall into a tangled heap of limbs and joy.

but that was another life.

now, you’re just someone who’s been watching her from afar. someone who doesn’t get invited to those kinds of moments anymore. rightfully so.

and yet, you’re here. you still came.

your body moves before your brain can catch up. you push through the dancers, the sweat, the noise, until you’re standing just in front of her. you reach out and curl your fingers around her wrist.

she stumbles slightly, eyes blinking open, and when she looks at you—really looks at you—the air stills.

the memories flood back—first in a trickle, then like a storm. scraped knees and sidewalk chalk. sleepovers that stretched until sunrise. secrets whispered under shared blankets. the soft hum of safety, of knowing and being known. even through the haze of alcohol and pulsing lights, something cuts through it—you.

not the version of you that came back all sharp edges and unreadable stares, but you. not the stranger she’s had to relearn in glimpses.

but you.

the you who held her hand when thunder made her flinch. the you who made sure she ate when she was too distracted to remember. who knew her favorite snacks without asking. who memorized all her tells—nervous habits, guilty smiles, the exact moment she was about to cry.

the you who said she sang better than abba themselves, even when she was off-key to make you laugh—not that she'd ever tell you. you who smiled like the sun. who laughed like it was a secret only meant for her.

and for a breathless, blinking second, she sees that girl again. and wonders if maybe—just maybe—you never left.

you see her soften.

your voice, low and steady, breaks the moment. “let’s go home.”

and as she nods, still swaying slightly, her hand tightening around yours—the music floods back in like a wave. but in your head, it’s still just that same chant, looping over and over, a soft, aching echo:

“party on you, party on you party on-party on you, party on you party on-party on you, party on you party on-party on you, party on you party on-party on you, party on you party on-party on you, party on you party on-party on you, party on you party on-party on you, party on you party on-party on you, party on you party on-party on you, party on you party on-party on you, party on you party on-party on you, party on you.”

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[that-weird-thing-in-the-woods]

•~{ Heyyy so not much to say but hope you enjoy }~•

•Undead Gardener•

Ivy has made a friend, now let’s go back a little.

When she was in the park late at night, she was told by some plants that some asshole buried a body here and that would be unhealthy for the plants.

She saw that someone got to the man first, he had thorn vines around his arms, legs, and neck and a flowers she hadn’t ever seen before in cuts on his body and he was most certainly dead so as Ivy was wondering if the plants themselves did this she heard some footsteps from behind her and when she turned to look she was met with a boy.

“Oh hello” the boy says clearly surprised with her being here but that’s not what caught her attention at was the same red and purple flowers from the body are on him by his neck and the same vines are around his wrist it makes it clear what this boy did to the man.

“Hello are you the one who killed this man?” Ivy asked simply to the boy “Yes I did, he buried a body in the park it would damage the the green life!” The boy says back to Ivy as he pointed at the body “I was coming back to grab the body and feed him to my blood blossoms��� he says and now Ivy wants to learn more about these blood blossoms.

“I could help with the moving of the body” Ivy says to interrupt the boys rambling and uses the vines already on his body to move the body up and turns back to the boy who is now smiling and says kindly “Thank you for the help, I’m Danny and what do you want to know about my blood blossoms?”

“You’re welcome Danny now where did they come from and how did they get the name Blood blossoms?”Ivy said in response and they start walking away with the dead body behind them.

Yeah Ivy made a friend.

-•—••••••••••••••••—•-

Everything was well for Danny, the ghost have chilled out as Danny has moved to Gotham for college, but he found out that the ecto in Gotham is very… not heathy for halfas to stay for more than a week and even that was pushing it so Danny had to find a way to stay.

So he heads to Undergrowth who he has gotten close to in the past few years and ask what he could do and Undergrowth explains that Blood blossoms eat that kind of ecto that Gotham has like candy and probably not even bother Danny for blood but he would have to wear them on his person to stay healthy.

So Danny grabs some blood blossoms puts them around his neck as a necklace and goes about college life.

-•—••••••••••••••••—•-

•Little Facts•

•Sam managed to turn Danny to the dark side [She got him as obsessed with plant life as she is]

•Sam, Tucker and Danny will FaceTime a few times a week and on one of them Ivy and Harley are seen in the background talking and Sam loses her shit

•Undergrowth will randomly show up to give Danny random plants and more blood blossoms [Danny thinks it how he shows affection but he is to scared to ask]

•Harley likes Danny as a kind kid and funny as hell

•Danny’s apartment is full of plants with a eye instead of an pistil or flowers with a mouth full of teeth and vines it looks so cool

•Danny and Sam have grown even closer as friends with Danny new little friends and Tucker feels like it’s spreading

•Danny and Sam will send plants to each other

Danny may be more chill with plants doesn’t mean his space obsession stopped

-•—••••••••••••••••—•-

•Appearance•

[Just because he has a newfound passion for plants doesn’t mean that he stopped being a nerd for space and stars]

[ And here’s a version with pants! I know rare for me but I got to deep in the art and couldn’t pick so you get both! ]

[Just Imagine these but instead of the flowers it’s blood blossoms]

And here is the picture that started this thing

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•~{ And that’s it I hope you gremlins like it byeeee }~•



[ahhhwomen]

Long overdue sorrow.

Vampire Empire

Part 7.2

Pairing: DarkVamp!Wanda Maximoff x DarkVamp!Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

A/N: I got imposter syndrome, so hehe… also I don’t know what comfort is… but this is it ig? Well its my version, take it or leave it.

Chapter Warnings: Self-hatred, my version of comfort, allustions to past abuse Minors DNI 18+

Word Count: 3k

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You can still feel her.

Stained teeth crush together, grinding and creaking as your jaw suffers to bite down the nausea that settles in the pit of your stomach.

Bits and pieces of adrenaline rush inside you, leaving you unaware of the blood that trickles from your lip, smudging against your tear-stained cheeks as you strain yourself while the remnants of your nightmare float inside your head.

Her hands.

Her claws.

Her teeth.

Her taste.

It’s as if you’re still there. 

Its…

It’s just-

It’s- it’s too dark.

That’s it.

Your enclosure.

It’s just too dark.

You grope blindly against the floor; your eyebrows scrunched together as you search. The cord of your heat lamp had been janky for a while, so it was bound to snap at some point.

Your palms are spread wide to offer the most surface area as you glide them gently atop the space beside your knees. The glide is smooth, lacking the usual bite as skin scratches against concrete. You feel individual sensations against the pads of your fingertips; you can’t, for the love of you, remember having this much space to search through before.

It takes you far longer than you care to admit before you realize something is definitely wrong.

The ground.

It’s soft?

“Hey, baby.” You yelp at the sound of her voice and flinch as the overhead lights flicker on.

Squinting, you lift your left hand to shield yourself from the light that filters above you. A few strands of rouge light shine between your fingers, illuminating them and blinding you as your eyes adjust to the harshness.

Something is obscuring your view of the doorway, which definitely doesn’t make sense because your enclosure doesn’t have a doorway, it barely has metal bars.

After a few seconds, the blob of darkness morphs into the scary older redhead.

Ah.

Right…

It's like a blanket of stone settling atop your frame as the circumstances sink in.

It’s so heavy… pushing and dragging against your neck and shoulders as you dig your hands into the carpet to keep yourself up.

You look at her for a moment. With her right shoulder pressed against expensive oak, Wanda fumbles with her feet as she leans against the doorframe. Seemingly uncertain of which leg to add the most weight to.

It’s so distinctively unlike her…

And yet, though she is clearly unsure of herself, she still holds her head high, shoulders rolled back, and her feet firmly planted.

It’s almost funny… the resemblance.

Goosebumps litter your skin as the chill of the room invades your senses while you take in your surroundings. Shifting your focus to the bed behind you, you see sheets and pillows scattered along the floor where you must have fallen.

There is rustling in the background as the older redhead moves around, but you ignore it. You can’t look at her. You are surprised she can look at you.

The sound bounces off the walls first. It’s like the echo of a recurring nightmare as the heavy sound bounces and rings in a screech inside the brightly lit room. With your head turned, you can’t see, but you know the command well as she knocks twice beside her heel.

The resemblance.

It hurts…

That must be humorous to her.

Which only makes it hurt more…

“Come here.” The two taps against the cushioned flooring repeat. The sound is heavier than before, with more pressure behind each knock. Her clenched fist twitches a little after each collision, and her voice stays firm.

You drag your legs against the strange softness beneath you, seeping into it with more weight than strictly necessary. When your palms leave the designated path for a moment and stride slightly to the sides, the carpet itches against your scrawny fingers.

The floor is entirely carpeted in this room…

Clawing forward, your knees push down upon the material, testing its durability. Your knees don’t ache, and there is no screeching groan as your joints struggle. You can’t feel the movement in your bones.

There is no bite of pain.

You hate it.

The carpet brushes against the sides of your butt as you sit down a few feet in front of the knelt-down woman. Trying in vain to alleviate the slight itchiness, you attempt to evenly distribute your weight between your hands and rump. It takes a few trials and errors before you find a comfortable enough position.

When you stop squirming, Wanda takes a hold of your jaw, twisting your head gently until you are forced to look into her eyes. Your neck strains against the movement, unsure of whether to obey or not, but it’s fruitless; you know you can’t stop yourself.

She runs her thumb, back and forth, against your chin as her slightly curled pointer holds your head up, “You are mine.”

Huh?

Instead of elaborating, the older redhead licks her thumb.

It’s wet and cold against your cheek as she smooches it over the trail of dried blood originating from your split lip. Her finger runs over dried speckles repeatedly, flaking them off and catching them on her spit-covered thumb, saliva rehydrating it until it glistens to life.

She continues like this for a few moments. When she deems her work good enough, Wanda wipes her thumb on her pants, purposefully avoiding the taste of you.

You should be offended.

However, you understand.

You have always understood.

The older woman continues in a firm, yet gentle, tone, “It’s my job to take care of you. You don’t think, you don’t do, you just listen.” Being this close to her, you can feel her breath dancing between the two of you; it puffs against your lips periodically.

Why bother?

If you could, you might have asked her that.

God, you are so fucking disgusting.

For someone who’s been praised for their intelligence since childhood, Wanda feels incredibly stupid at this moment.

Wanda knows that look.

She should have noticed sooner.

It wasn’t like your detached behavior from the last couple of days. This was different. You didn’t cower away from her, and you didn’t look through her either.

You were here, but not with her.

You look angry.

But not at her.

Oh…

Oh no.

Abso-fucking-lutely not.

For a moment, everything is a blur of motion as the redhead moves at an inhumane speed. Not giving you enough time to react.

Warm hands encircle your waist. Her left hand rests the lowest, just above your tailbone, drawing small imaginary circles as her right hand sneaks its way into your hair. She gently hauls you into her lap, catching you off guard as a tiny squeak escapes from your lips before you can stop yourself.

You tense, preparing for the harsh tug as claws grip your hair firmly while she feeds from you. Instead, Wanda pushes against the back of your head with an open palm until you are forced to lie your ear against her shoulder, hiding your face beneath her jaw.

There isn’t much time to react before Wanda makes up her mind.

“Come. It’s late.”  Her left hand shifts from your lower back to supporting your bottom as she lifts you up and starts the trek to the master bedroom where Natasha is waiting for the both of you.

All you can focus on is the sound of her bare feet hitting the flooring as confusion and uncertainty simmer below the surface. However, you are too exhausted to think up questions you will never have answered or fight her grip, so instead, you relax into her.

She’s warm against your bare skin; it’s different from your heat lamp. Depending on the temperature outside, your red lamp would either scorch you or delicately balance you between life and death. Her skin was smooth, unlike your own, the subtle smell of roses submerging you in its warmth, softness, and false safety.

She can’t lie…

Natasha has to fight incredibly hard not to gasp out loud at the sight that greets her as her wife carries you into their bedroom.

The sheets beneath Natasha ruffle as she places her book on the nightstand beside her. The cover is leather, far older than you, so its texture runs deep, leaving small pits in the most used positions where the oil of her fingertips has run its course over the years.

She had been keeping a tuned ear on the baby monitor on Wanda’s side of the bed, but she didn’t expect this when she heard Wanda’s command for you to follow.

You are allowing yourself to be held…

But it’s not just that…

Natasha’s eyes are glued to the pair of you as Wanda pats your bottom reassuringly while she works on juggling you while attempting to get you both placed on the bed with the sheets pulled back.

You are resting with your head against Wanda’s throat…

The world’s most powerful vampire…

The mantra repeats inside Natasha’s head in the few seconds it takes for Wanda to settle on the bed with you still atop her lap.

You are resting… with your teeth against the only vulnerable part of a vampire’s anatomy.

Wanda gets squirmy even if it’s Natasha getting close to her throat.

The quick jab to her ribs is the only thing that brings Natasha back from her gob-smacked stare as Wanda flairs her elbow out and tilts her head toward your slumped frame. The lack of proper rest must be getting to you if you allow this much touch, especially from her wife.

Natasha’s lips can’t help but lift a little, seeing your small frame curled like a sleepy kitten on top of her wife’s lap, it was rather cute.

Reaching over slowly, so as to let you retreat from her touch, the younger redhead is delighted to be allowed to run her hand over your back gently while you relax heavily against the warm body beneath you.

You shouldn’t be doing this.

The pressure of multiple sets of hands pulls you deeper into the steep waters of your exhaustion.

They will make a fool of you.

The disgraceful pig you are.

Absolutely revolting.

“Stop that, baby.” Wanda drags her fingers through your hair, detangling and smoothing down your frizzy ends.

Your behavior was telling…

She weaves through your strands, tenderly separating parts and placing them to the side of your neck, the opposite side of the one that nuzzles her. Though it doesn’t expose your face to her watchful gaze, she can see your jaw peeking out and leans down to place a quick peck, unable to help herself.

It’s all so very strange…

Yesterday, she could barely look at you.

After… well you know.

You are rather sickening, so you can’t blame her.

But… what is going on…?

Wanda can practically feel the self-loathing that oozes from your very essence; it is her fault, really. She had assumed you would need space after what she did, but looking at you now, subtly shaking inside her hold due to the guilt you carry, Wanda realizes her mistake.

Pats turn into tender scratches. The tips of her nails rake down the back of your neck, the nail on her pointer is distinctively sharper than the rest, it pushes down on your skin, leaving behind a trickle of pressure, tugging lightly against the small hairs at the nape of your neck.

It feels…

Nice?

“I’m sorry, kitten,” Wanda whispers against the side of your head. Again, Natasha is the one who has to refrain from doing a spit take as her wife admits fault in such a caring manner.

The older redhead has her cheek pressed into the side of your head, leaving her words soft as she sighs them against the shell of your ear. The tiny hairs on the upper part of your ear stand at attention as her breath washes over them in a soothing pattern.

“It’s not your fault. It was never your fault.” She stills the hand against your neck, shifting it until her palm holds loosely against your jugular, and she pushes down against it. Pushing and prodding until you groan in relief. It’s on the tip of too tight, challenging your every breath.

Just like your collar used to.

“Want to know how I know this?” The question is rhetorical, and Wanda answers before you can think about it, “Because I am not Carol. I’m not a monster.”

Her other hand strokes your back. Her fingertips are warm, yet they leave behind trails of chills as she drags them back and forth against your shoulder blades while Natasha rests her hand against your lower back, “And neither are you.”

Yes, you are.

Your nose digs into her throat, desperately trying to escape the lies that pour from the older woman. You can feel her pulse against you, beating in a rhythm far slower than your own.

You might not have the accessibility to a mirror, but you aren’t stupid.

You aren’t like the other pets. You know how you look and what the meaning of your scars are. There is nothing desirable about you except for being a fucking juice box.

That damn collar was the only thing shielding you from your true gruesome self.

Without it you are nothing.

Nothing but h-

“You are mine.” A veiny hand joins the comforting weight against your throat, and you gently sway to the side as Natasha playfully shoulder bumps her wife in warning while she strokes the other side of your throat. The redhead sighs a chuckle, “Mine. And Natasha’s.”

Wanda leans even closer, whispering directly into your ear, it tickles a little, “But mostly mine.”

Your brows furrow in confusion for what feels like the hundredth time that night, but Wanda beats you to it, “I don’t know why… I don’t know when it changed; perhaps you were always meant to be ours.”

“These-“ The older redhead pushes gently onto one of the many scars that litter your neck, “don’t change that.” Wanda can feel your eyelashes flutter against her skin as you squint in suspicion.

Wanda continues to whisper softly, keeping a layer of calm that she hopes will settle some of your worries for the night, “We will get you a new collar. Natasha tells me she has ordered your name tag, though that one scares me a little because she refuses to tell me what’s on it…” The redhead aims for playful reassurance, but she hears you sniffle long before the first tear slides down her throat.

Isn’t it enough already?!

Why do they never know when to stop…

GOD JUST STOP!

You whine in disdain, horrified with your own reaction as you hear Wanda speak of a future you know to be false. You squirm inside their hold, tightening your hands against the older redhead’s cotton t-shirt as you desperately attempt to collect yourself silently.

“Look at me-“You pull away from her, embarrassed by your own reaction. She guides you back with her pointer while continuing to gently shush you, “No baby, eyes on me.”

You obey, if only to make her stop talking. Screwing your eyes open, your look into her eyes with tears obscuring your view, it stretches and morphs the sight before you, leaving you unsure whether you are really looking at her or not.

Wanda tightens her grip on you, the mere sight of your tears leaving her angry at memories she knows she can’t erase, but her anger can wait.

It needs to be said.

“You are mine. And you are beautiful.” She whispers between the two of you, the words land somewhere between your eyebrows, and you stare down at her. Natasha is glued to your back, keeping you sandwiched between the two of them so you can’t escape.

It’s unavoidable.

In that moment, everything boils over.

Every pot of despair, fear, hurt, and sorrow, bubbles and hisses.

And you?

You sob like the child you never were.

Natasha’s hands grip your midsection from behind. Your pain sears through her, and she digs her fingers in enough to feel your ribs expand and contract as you wheeze your pain through gurgling sobs.

“You are beautiful,” the younger redhead repeats the words of her wife, determined to say it until the end of her life if only to get you to believe it. You have been through so much, and you deserve this. You deserve the truth.

“Shhh… I know, I know, just breathe for me, honey,” Wanda keeps one hand firmly planted against your chest, helping regulate your breathing as she pushes up and down, while the other wipes away your tears.

You heave yourself on top of Wanda, curling into her, sticking your head as tight against her neck as you can manage.

It hurts.

Everything hurts.

But…

You claw your hands under her shirt, desperate for contact. Wanda relents, separating herself for a split moment so she can strip off the ugly band shirt she only uses for sleep attire.

With her naked skin pressed against yours and the praise whispered from her counterpart, you feel like you can finally breathe for the first time in your life.

Your body is determined to wring out every ounce of sorrow it has carried for so many years, and the two redheads let it. Cooing and soothing you as you sob.

It’s far passed midnight when you finally calm, only a sniffle here and there remaining. Truly spent and wrung out, you pass out against Wanda’s chest.

Wanda kisses your forehead and lets herself truly feel your weight settling on her chest; she feels your breath against her sensitive neck, your hands loosening.

It feels right.

Like you were always meant to be here.

Nothing is permanently fixed.

Wanda still has some next-level groveling to do after the stunt she pulled a few nights ago.

And in the morning, you will go back to your quiet, reserved, shy self.

But, for tonight; you cry, you cuddle, and you sleep without guilt or fear.

For once, you are free.

(You guys waited 9 months for this absolute garbage... I am so sorry)

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[edenspoem]

jus needa grab ellies hips from behind and sway em while music plays in the background… until you sway em a little too much and she gives you that look. she’s all mushy internally but acts like a stone wall on the outside. turning around to softly sway her towards the sofa and lay her down. EEEEP she’d totally get that loser grin out too. eating her out and she’s all squirmy n’ flustered <3 neeeeeeda handle her cause she deserves some loving !!!

18+ ─⋆˙꩜ ur so real for this anon. said loser grin crooking her pretty peach lips as she observes you, leading your mouth over various leas of fabrics and flesh. all on one synonymous path to the heart of her thighs; collarbone, sternum, belly button, the borderline of her waistband. with each muddled smack of your kiss, she would squirm, and rouse in volume. so, when the area most craved, most anticipated for, is met with your hungriest kiss - she moans, "uhhnn, shit," and lets a curse slip, chin nearly touching her neck as her head had perked to follow you, visually. that's when the grin n' all her cute dimples and wrinkles recede, when realization sinks in. ellie could tell your intent earlier, but she was too caught up in the swaying and the smooching to actually prepare her mind. lime-eyed fluster shines in the sockets staring at you - pursed brows and mushy, heart-shaped pupils - as you undo her bottoms, backs of your knuckles crossing the textured length of her thighs as you ease the waistband down. a giggle forms in your chest when her legs quickly retreat from the pantholes you've just glid from her ankles, ellie clearly being too enkindled and flustered to guess where you want - no, need her legs to go. "hey, hey- where ya' going els'?" your voice crawls to her, and you collect her ankles in your softened fists, bringing her to you. her tone is cracked, careful, infected with a tiny laugh. "sorry," such a silly girl, apologizing when your face is gratuitous between her thighs, "i-i didn't know where you wanted me to— aahh.."

ellie is the worst at taming herself when she gets licked: will press so dearly on your head as your tongue swipes or takes her clit into the warmth of your mouth, you aren't a stranger to her raspy curses, whines and jerky movements. for sure. sometimes that loser beam will return with her rushed and breathy chants of, "yes.. yes, yes yes.." pussy lips throbbing and pushing for more of your delirious tongue. could you also imagine her, softly curing her bitten n' tugged lips with another, "fuck, fuck it, m'sorry," right before her fingers hook the lowest point of your head and shove you into her little, desperate grinds, breathlessly begging. "i wanna come, wanna come, fuckin' lick me faster - fuck!" eyes twisting cross-eyed as she finally climaxes. all. over.

on a side note - ELLIE HIP LOVING NATION! [2nd picture from ellievaleriaa via pinterest : P] [lmk if a big text version is needed]

[mullermilkshake]

Keeping you hidden

Part 1 <- Part 2 -> Part 3???

Yandere!!Satoru Gojo x Fem! reader Canon-typical lore/violence (Cursed energy), Captive/ kidnapping, Dacryphilia, Excessive force, Threats of violence, Isolation, Pain and graphic depictions of violence, Psychological abuse, Physical abuse, Murder/Death, reader isn't eating/mentions of forced feeding, Manipulation

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“Stop- stop! Please, Satoru. Just stop this!” You heaved and struggled, pulling away from Satoru for the fifth time today.

He could see it, just a little fraction every time he pushed you down the stairs. When you reanimated, he used your panic as a control and saw great success doing it this way. You would submit to him eventually when he couldn’t use his full strength against you.

So a controlled experiment was the best thing he could come up with. Just one little push down the stairs and minutes later you were clung to him for dear life when your body repaired itself.

“I will, when you admit it.”

“I won’t. I won’t admit to anything!”

Your mind and Will were still quite intact, but after one specific push, Satoru was confident that you’d give up and admit that how things were before, had more privileges and comforts than… this.

“Admit that you’re wrong and I’ll stop all of this.” Satoru crouched and flexed his fingers, ready to drag you up the stairs for another go at trying to break you.

Sometimes a quick push down the basement steps didn’t quite finish you off like he hoped. But that went on to say how fascinating your cursed energy was. An inflicted wound or internal injury just healed itself with the reversed curse technique, and yet you were still unsure of it. You assumed it was one of Satoru’s techniques.

“Never!”

“Fine.” Satoru grabbed you and dragged you up the stairs kicking and screaming.

You clawed and grabbed at him without triumph, trying to surpass his infinity though you never succeeded so far. The obscenities and curses you threw at him were just background noise by now, something Satoru blocked out so that he could really focus on the things that mattered. Like your reaction after you came back.

“Admit things were better before and I’ll stop pushing you down the stairs.” He spoke to you like a child because it was the only way to get through to you. Short and sweet sentences.

“Fuck you! Things were never better and you only want to fuck me if I admit it- yeah, I know all about your intentions you crazy fuck-”

Satoru let go of you and watched your head hit each step with a sickening thump, he was sure a few bones cracked on the way down. When your body hit the floor, Satoru trudged down the steps and waited for your cursed energy to do its thing.

Only, it didn’t fully. Because you were still alive.

He noticed some discrepancies with your cursed energy in different scenarios in life versus death. The energy was almost delayed in a way, as if it was deciding what to target first. And whilst you were twitching and gasping on the floor, your cursed energy bubbled away with some conclusion of your bodily status.

Though you had never been in this much pain before. Your eyes were rolling, almost seizing over white in your skull while your cursed energy remained at bay.

“I’m sorry, baby. But if you just gave in, stuff like this wouldn’t happen.” He brushed your cheek and watched you with the empathy of a loving partner. “I hate seein’ you in pain like this. This hurts me just as much.”

With a split decision to end your pain for the delay of your cursed energy, Satoru used his own technique to create the smallest version of his technique, blue. He pressed it to your head and let it go like a bullet, ending your life temporarily so that your own energy could manifest properly and heal you.

She must be at her limit soon. Satoru rubbed his chin and got into position, seeing your body slowly repair itself. He pulled your body close and held it, waiting for you to cling to him like you always did.

The repair itself was more sluggish than usual, that meant you were at the end of your tether for the day, this was the last one until you were fighting fit tomorrow. So he waited, ready to take in your desperation for the last time until the next day, something he’d often fall asleep to the thought of.

It was cruel, it really was. He laid in his empty bed when you should have been there with him, yet you were so stubborn. If you only just admitted it, you could have stayed upstairs with him.

“C’mon baby… I miss you.” He rubbed your hair with his cheek, keeping you close to him before you would jolt awake again.

Except, you never did. Your cursed energy went on to repair you like always, nothing changed there. Yet when you woke up, you jittered like you were waking up from a bad dream and just laid there, no grabbing or sobbing into his chest whilst you gathered your surroundings minutes later.

You just laid there, breathing as heavily as you always did. “Fine…” 

“Hm? What was that?”

“I said… you win. Just- just please don’t do that again. The pain. The pain hurts so much, I can’t bear it any more.”  

Satoru wanted to soothe your broken voice, it gave up and scratched the words into his mind. Had he gone too far? Was this really how he should have been treating you to gain your affection? While it was certain that maybe he would have to reconsider his treatment methods, there was one thing he contemplated that wasn’t going to be the end of this. You robbed him of his moment, his favourite moment in the day. You just stole it and ripped it from under his feet.

So now you wanted to give up, just like that? And you never even gave him the courtesy of hearing you beg him one more time? No, that wasn’t how it worked.

“You’re ready to listen to me and admit you found it better up there?”

“Yes… I’ll do it.”

Nope. Not good enough. Some might accuse him of moving the goalposts, but you denied him something he wanted. Something he needed.

“I think one more time should do the trick.” He climbed to his feet and pulled you with him, disregarding the limit of your cursed energy.

“No- no! Please Satoru, I’ll do anything- don’t put me through that again, please!”

This time, on your ascend to the basement door, you weren’t trying to harm him or beat him away from you. Your hands rested on his infinity right by his chest, trying to grab onto something that wasn’t his exposed hand wrapped around your arm.

“Satoru- I can’t do that anymore. I want to come back upstairs with you, just please don’t push me again, I can’t bear it!” You lurched forward when Satoru’s infinity dropped and you were able to touch him.

He sat down at the top of the stairs, the basement door swung open and Satoru expected your eyes to dart to the open space behind him. Yet you didn’t, they remained on his blindfold, your eyes desperately searching for his own to look directly into.

So, he did what he thought would get through to you and pulled his blindfold off for a moment. “You… really want to come back up now?”

Your nod was more eager than he anticipated, desperate. “Yes. Yes, I want to. I’ll be good, I won’t run away any more- just please, don’t put me down in the basement. And don’t hurt me any more. And I’ll do what you want, I’ll do everything.”

Satoru wiped the dripping tear in the corner of your eye with his index finger, he too it to his mouth and savoured the saltiness. You really were beautiful when you cried.

“You promise to eat and not starve yourself?”

Satoru remembered well when he first brought you here. He did his best to learn how to cook nice meals and brought you his favourite sweets for you to try and you refused it all to the point you were so weak he had to force it down your throat until you complied.

“Yes.”

“And you’ll sleep in bed with me?”

There were only a few times you actually voluntarily slept beside Satoru. He never kept you restrained there because of how lightly he slept. If you turned over, he knew about it. If you got up in the night to pee, he’d listen until you were coming back to bed before feigning sleep and waiting for your body impression on the mattress again.

“Mhm.”

“If I drop my infinity, you won’t try to harm me?” 

Not that you could anyway, but it was more of a boundary he wanted you to keep. He made one mistake of letting his defense down and earned himself a rather stiff and inconvenient slap across the face. So he only ever kept his hands free.

“I promise.” You practically fell on him with that statement, hands either side of his thighs on the stairs.

“Alright. You can come up, but I think it’s best we get you cleaned up before bed, what do you say?”

You nodded, nibbling away at the dry skin on your bottom lip to fight away the growing tears. “I’d like that very much.”

“Good girl, come on.” He held out his hand and took yours to lead you out of the basement, you were trembling.

He took you up the stairs where you followed him without issue and stayed close right through to the bathroom. He was in two minds about showering with you, but seeing as you were so distraught not long ago, he opted to run you a bath instead.

Satoru ran the water without issue, the steam fogging up the window and any reflective surface it could find, The heat in the air didn’t stop you trembling, but it calmed your nerves and breaths to something more presentable.

“Can I… Bathe on my own? So I can- I mean…” You looked away from Satoru, rubbing your arm up and down and fiddling with your dirty, dust ridden hair.

“Maybe another time.” He said. “Who’s going to wash your hair? It’s all dirty, you must be so uncomfortable.”

“Uh… Okay.”

He waited for you to take your clothes off, but you stood there awkwardly as the bath water stopped. “You can’t wear your clothes in the bath- do you need help-”

“No.” It was rather abrupt. “I mean… don’t- can you not look, please?”

“Fine, fine.” He turned and gave you this request in good faith.

He listened to the clothes rustling and dropping on the floor, the bath water disturbed as you climbed into the tub and settled down. When Satoru turned, your knees were up to your chest and hiding what was exposed.

The tension could have been sliced open with a knife like it was living and breathing, so Satoru decided to drown it. “I’m glad you came around. I thought that you’d never let it go.”

He poured the water over your head slowly, letting it trickle down your body and back into the tub. “I’m glad you decided that this is better. It’s a good thing and I just know that with time, you’ll love being here. Maybe we could even look for somewhere else to live if you’re good?”

You said nothing, but let him continue washing your hair. So, he continued talking. “I know it’ll take some time adjusting, all with my chaotic schedule and that, but I know we can make it work. And I know with time, you’ll love me too.”

“Do you really love me?”

Satoru paused and blinked heavily, trying to understand what you just said. Did he take that as a question, or a pointed and sarcastic statement?

“Yeah. I do. I have the minute I saw you. Why do you ask?”

“If you love someone… should you be treating them this way?” 

When you looked at him with those sad eyes, glassy and bloodshot, Satoru did some thinking. With cursed spirits and Suguru Geto hanging around just to snatch you up or kill you for simply existing with this sort of cursed energy, who would be strong enough to keep you alive?

If Satoru didn’t love you, then who would be good enough to fill that rather large and empty void? Anything other than love like this was not good enough to protect you and only Satoru Gojo, the strongest, could deliver.

Satoru nodded and continued to wash your hair and lather the shampoo up, turning your head back to face forward. “Yes, they should.”

You turned again, gripping your hand on the edge of the bathtub. “Why?”

Why does anything happen the way it does? 

“Because you’ll die if I don’t. That's why.”

DISCLAIMER - Crossposted from my AO3 - I do not own any of the characters or anything from the anime. This is a work of fan fiction and is absolutely not representative of the views or intentions of the original creator(s).

Also please don’t post any of my work without permission thank you!

[lvmoure]

Baby Fever CS55

Pairings: Carlos Sainz x reader

Summary: In which they are both ready to step into the next label.

Warnings: none, pure fluff

You always wanted to be a mother. Sure, that feeling had been quietly humming in the background of your life, an almost imperceptible ache that grew steadily, but with each passing day, it had become stronger. And then came Carlos, so full of life, his laughter, his spirit—it was easy to imagine what a child of his would be like. It was easy to picture a little version of him running around, their laughter echoing like his, their eyes bright and curious, filled with the same intensity. But that conversation hadn’t come up yet, at least not seriously. So when you two were asked to babysit the nieces and nephews for a day, it felt like fate had a way of pushing things along.

The house was a flurry of tiny, rapid footsteps and loud giggles, toys scattered around like the remnants of a colorful hurricane. You and Carlos sat in the living room, surrounded by your nieces and nephews—three kids, all under the age of six, with boundless energy that made your head spin just watching. You’d spent most of the morning playing referee, distributing snacks, and occasionally rescuing someone from a tiny, toddler-sized disaster.

Carlos leaned back on the couch, one arm draped lazily over the cushions, watching you as you coaxed little Ana out of her hiding spot behind the couch with promises of her favorite juice. He shot you that lopsided grin, the one that told you he was just as entertained watching you in action as he was by the kids themselves.

“You’re a natural, you know that?” he murmured, voice low enough that only you could hear over the din of the children. His eyes had softened, a flicker of something warm and tender lingering there as he watched you.

You gave him a little smirk, tilting your head as you shrugged. “I think they’re just easily bribed with juice.”

Carlos chuckled, but his gaze lingered, like he was seeing something deeper. The kids were a whirlwind, tugging at his hands, demanding his attention just as much as yours. Ana climbed into his lap at one point, babbling about a story she half-invented, and he listened with exaggerated nods and expressions that had her giggling and clapping her hands in delight. You watched, heart swelling a bit as he played along, his big hands carefully adjusting her tiny, mismatched socks as she tried to describe an adventure involving a princess and a dragon.

Carlos had always been good with kids. He had a playful, patient streak that you couldn’t help but admire. He could make them laugh with the silliest faces, and he listened to their stories like they were the most important tales he’d ever heard. He was gentle with them in a way that made your heart ache a little bit more, that made you picture what it would be like if he were playing like this with a child that was truly yours.

As the afternoon wore on, it became clear that the kids were getting antsy. When Mateo, your five-year-old nephew, started whining about going to the park, you exchanged a look with Carlos.

“How about it?” Carlos asked, nudging you. “Think you can handle a few hours outdoors?”

You rolled your eyes but grinned, nodding. “Let’s go, little ones. Grab your shoes!”

The sun was warm but gentle as you made your way to the park, your nephew Mateo holding onto your hand, chattering about his bike with a gleam of excitement in his eyes. He was getting better at riding, but he still needed someone nearby, just in case. Carlos was by your side, his arm slung around your shoulders as you walked together, the two of you flanking Mateo like a protective shield.

Once at the park, you helped Mateo onto his little bike, adjusting his helmet and giving him an encouraging smile. “You ready to show us some cool tricks, little man?”

He beamed, a shy little nod as he gripped the handlebars and pedaled with a mix of concentration and excitement. You watched him with a tender expression, your hands hovering near him as he rode in small, careful loops.

Carlos leaned against a tree nearby, arms crossed, watching the two of you with an amused grin. “You’re babying him,” he teased softly, laughter in his voice.

You glanced back at him, giving him a mock glare. “He’s five, Carlos. Someone has to make sure he doesn’t fall on his face.”

He shrugged, but he kept watching, that warm, thoughtful look never leaving his eyes. You couldn’t help yourself; you crouched down, offering Mateo a quick high-five when he completed another successful lap around you. “You’re getting really good at this, you know? Soon, you’ll be riding like a pro.”

Carlos chuckled softly behind you, and you shot him a sidelong glance, hoping maybe he’d pick up on the way you looked at Mateo, the way you held his little hands and clapped for every small victory. But Carlos, ever the racer, seemed more focused on encouraging Mateo’s speed than anything else.

---

The park outing had gone well, and as the sun started to dip, the three of you made your way back. You were a little tired, but a sense of peace had settled over you, a kind of warmth that lingered even after you’d waved goodbye to Mateo and returned him to his parents.

But then Carlos had to go and be his usual self—playfully dense, occasionally oblivious in the most endearing way. Back at the house, he’d start poking fun, saying, “You’re really good at this, you know. Maybe I should be the one that needs babying around here.”

You just rolled your eyes, a little annoyed but amused. “Very funny, Carlos. Maybe I’m just practicing for the real thing, ever thought of that?”

“Oh, you mean more babysitting gigs?” He feigned innocence, that sly grin telling you he knew exactly what you meant. But he’d drawn it out, pretending not to catch your hints. It was almost maddening, the way he could pretend to be oblivious.

At one point, he’d even leaned close, murmuring into your ear, “I think you’d be an amazing mother.”

Your heart had skipped a beat, but he’d just grinned, kissing the top of your head as if he hadn’t just thrown you off balance with those words.

---

The next day, you both found yourselves wandering the mall. It was supposed to be a quick trip for groceries, but as you passed a baby shop—full of tiny clothes, soft blankets, and adorable little shoes—you couldn’t help but stop, your gaze lingering on a display of baby onesies.

Carlos raised an eyebrow, following your line of sight. “Something catch your eye?” he asked, his voice tinged with that playful edge, and you turned to him with a pointed look, letting your gaze drop deliberately to the baby clothes.

“Oh, I don’t know… Just thinking how cute it would be to have a little one of our own wearing something like this.” You said it casually, trying to keep the edge of hopefulness out of your voice.

But Carlos, ever the tease, just shrugged, giving you an exaggerated, thoughtful nod. “Yeah, you’re probably right. Our nieces and nephews would look adorable in that.”

You had to resist the urge to smack his arm, biting back an exasperated laugh as he gave you a wink, thoroughly enjoying his role as the clueless one.

Later that evening, after you’d both finally had enough of dancing around the topic, you found yourselves back at home, sitting together on the couch, a comfortable silence filling the space between you. You took a deep breath, gathering the courage to finally lay it all out, not a hint, not a joke—just honesty.

“Carlos,” you began softly, looking down at your hands, “I… I really do want a child. With you. And I’ve been dropping hints, but I think maybe it’s time I just… say it.”

Carlos looked at you for a long moment, his expression softening, a hint of surprise mixed with something deeper, something you couldn’t quite name. He reached out, taking your hands in his, his fingers warm and steady around yours.

“You should’ve just said so,” he murmured, voice thick with emotion as he gave you a gentle smile. “I want that too. I’ve wanted it for a while. I just wanted to make sure you were ready.”

You felt the tears prick at your eyes, a mix of relief and joy flooding your chest as you squeezed his hands. “I am ready. I’ve been ready for so long.”

Carlos pulled you into his arms, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, his voice a quiet promise in your ear. “Then let’s make it happen. Our little family.”

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

Crash Course

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

word count: 822

pairing: Lando Norris x driver!reader

summary: Y/n returns to the paddock after recovering from her injuries, and Lando confronts her with his growing feelings

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The days following the crash were a blur for Y/n, filled with recovery sessions and endless interviews about the accident. The media buzzed with speculation, talking more about the rivalry between her and Lando than about the championship itself. Everyone wanted to know if the tension between them had reached a breaking point.

But Y/n couldn’t stop thinking about what Lando had said. His confession kept replaying in her mind, stirring something she hadn’t allowed herself to feel before. She kept pushing it aside, trying to focus on her recovery and the upcoming races, but it lingered in the back of her thoughts, persistent and confusing.

A few days later, Y/n was back at the paddock, still moving a little stiffly but determined to show everyone she was ready to race again. She walked through the garage, her team bustling around her, making sure everything was in place for the next practice session.

As she sat down to review some data, she felt a presence behind her before she heard the voice.

“Back so soon?” Lando’s voice was light, but she could hear the edge of concern behind it.

Y/n glanced over her shoulder, seeing him leaning casually against the wall, hands in his pockets. He looked relaxed, but his eyes were studying her closely, as if assessing whether she was really okay.

“Did you expect me to stay away?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “I can’t let you have all the fun, can I?”

Lando smirked, pushing off the wall and walking closer. “Just making sure you’re not pushing yourself too hard.”

“I’m fine,” Y/n insisted, though the slight wince as she shifted in her seat betrayed her.

Lando noticed, his eyes narrowing slightly. “You sure about that?”

Y/n sighed, rolling her eyes. “You sound like my doctor.”

“Maybe I should be,” he teased, but there was an underlying sincerity in his tone. “Look, I just… I don’t want to see you get hurt again.”

Y/n paused, the playful banter between them losing its edge. There it was again—that concern, that softness. She wasn’t used to this version of Lando, and it made her feel off-balance.

“Why do you care so much?” she asked quietly, looking up at him.

Lando hesitated, his playful smile fading. He glanced around to make sure no one was within earshot before sitting down on the chair next to hers. “Because I meant what I said, Y/n. After the crash, when you almost collapsed… I realized how much I care. More than I probably should.”

Her heart skipped a beat, the air around them growing thick with tension. “Lando…”

“I know we’re rivals,” he continued, his voice low and serious. “And we’re both fighting for the championship, but… that doesn’t change how I feel.”

Y/n’s pulse quickened, her thoughts racing. This was happening—he was actually saying it, putting into words what had been unspoken between them for so long. She opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out. How could she explain the way she felt, when she wasn’t even sure herself?

Seeing her hesitation, Lando sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Look, I get it. This is complicated. And if you don’t feel the same way, we can forget it—”

“No,” Y/n interrupted, her voice firm. She took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts. “It’s not that. I just… I’ve been so focused on beating you, on proving I’m the best, that I didn’t stop to think about anything else.”

Lando’s eyes softened, a glimmer of hope flickering in his expression. “And now?”

Y/n looked at him, the weight of her feelings settling in her chest. “Now, I’m starting to realize there’s more to this than just the rivalry.”

For a moment, they sat in silence, the noise of the paddock fading into the background as they looked at each other, a silent understanding passing between them. The tension that had always existed between them was still there, but it had changed—shifted into something neither of them had expected.

Lando leaned in slightly, his voice barely above a whisper. “So… what now?”

Y/n swallowed hard, her heart racing. She knew they couldn’t just flip a switch and change everything. They were still competitors, still fighting for the same title. But maybe—just maybe—they could be something more, too.

“I guess we see what happens,” she replied softly, her eyes locking with his.

Lando’s lips curled into a small smile. “I like the sound of that.”

Before they could say anything else, Y/n’s team called her over for a briefing. She stood up, feeling Lando’s eyes on her as she turned to leave. Just before she walked away, she glanced back at him, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

Maybe this wasn’t the end of their rivalry—but it could be the beginning of something else. Something that neither of them had been prepared for, but now seemed impossible to ignore.

[come-see-our-show]

I saw an early screening of the Mean Girls movie last night, so here is a summary of my thoughts, comparing the movie musical to the Broadway musical, which I was lucky enough to see live in 2018!

Changed that I liked:

The usage of social media in the Broadway show made it very clear that it was written by adults who didn’t know much about Gen-Z. It was probably one of the worst parts of the show in my opinion. But Tina Fey must have done her research since 2018, because the way the movie uses TikTok, memes, vlogging, and FaceTime to push the story forward worked VERY well. I think there were some influencer cameos, but it didn’t feel they were included to show how “young and hip” they were, It actually added authenticity.

The diversity within the cast and changing last names to reflect the characters’ backgrounds (Karen Smith ➡️ Karen Shetty, Janis Sarkisian ➡️ Janis 'Imi'ike)

Cutting down “Meet the Plastics.” It’s a very exposition-heavy song and doesn’t need to be super long, even though the full version is quite catchy and fun.

All of the new jokes landed so well, probably because Tina Fey’s writing style is better suited for the screen as opposed to the stage.

This is more of a comparison of the musical vs. the original film, but a big change was The Plastics’ weaponized wokeness (which I talk about here).

The production design for most of the songs was very different. The stage musical has a lot of rock songs, which were changed to a pop sound for the movie. I personally prefer rock musicals, but it was a good way to give the movie a separate identity from its predecessor so it doesn’t risk becoming a carbon copy. It worked on some songs (“Someone Gets Hurt” and “World Burn”) but not on others (“A Cautionary Tale” and “Revenge Party”).

Cutting the joke about Regina’s ass being big. It was a very low-brow joke, which I’m not a fan of, and was just really immature. Thank God that was changed to her falling, which still shows her being embarrassed without her body being the joke.

Explicitly making Janis a lesbian! (It’s only implied in the stage show with “It’s not even true… I only have one butt”) And she goes to prom with a girl while Damien dances with a boy! ALSO THERE’S REJANIS LORE AND IT’S SO HEARTBREAKING I LOVE IT

megan thee stallion just… being there

Miss Norbury and Principal Duvall being a couple and owning a dog together!!!

As a low mezzo, I appreciated whoever decided to lower the key for “I’d Rather Be Me.” I felt very represented 🩷

Having Cady be raised in a single-parent household so it focuses in more on her relationship with her mom. Jenna Fischer was so motherly and sincere and brought a warmth to the movie. Their scene together near the end made me emotional (you’re never too old to ask your parent to stay with you until you fall asleep) (also this is my request to make jenna fischer my mom)

Changes that I didn’t like:

Cutting BOTH of Damian’s solos??? (SHE’S LEAVING!!!!!!!! JUST LIKE MY DAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Cutting “More Is Better.” It wasn’t necessarily a memorable song, but it did give both Cady and Aaron more depth, both as separate characters and within their relationship.

While cutting some of the songs helped with pacing, cutting HALF of the score made me forget that it was a musical sometimes, which sucks because I really like musicals!!!

Other stuff:

The movie was marketed horribly. One of my friends didn’t even know it was gonna be a musical because there were no songs in the trailers 💀 (Also, this isn’t just a Mean Girls problem. The Color Purple also didn’t have any songs in the trailer. I didn’t even know Wonka was a musical until I saw it in theaters, so that was a bit of a shock.) If you’re producing a musical movie, maybe your focus groups should be musical fans, because that’s still a HUGE market.

Auliʻi Cravalho’s voice is STUNNING! She and Jaquel Spivey had great chemistry and their friendship felt so genuine!

The opening and ending transitions from the garage were everything to me

The EDITING

Angourie Rice is a great actor and fit Cady perfectly… except for her singing. Out of the entire cast she was easily the weakest in terms of vocals and it was pretty disappointing since she’s the LEAD. I could barely hear her in the new song “What Ifs” because of how quiet and breathy she was. I think it’s a better written song compared to “Roar” though.

Jon Hamm cameo!

Ashley Park cameo!

I cannot stress enough how funny this movie was. I was probably laughing louder than everyone else in the theatre.

I lost my shit during “Meet the Plastics” when Regina unzipped her jacket and Cady was staring at her boobs. She’s just like me fr 🏳️‍🌈

I know that Regina is a horrible person but I couldn’t find it in me to dislike her in the slightest. She just served too much cunt 😩

Christopher Briney is a good actor, but I don't think he was the right choice for Aaron Samuels. I would hate to ridicule anyone for their looks, but it still plays an important part in casting. Aaron is supposed to be a somewhat naive, wholesome, hot jock (and Regina has high standards, so he better be a fucking model). Briney is definitely a cutie, but gives off “smoldering badboy with a secret sensitive side” energy, which isn’t what Aaron should be.

The fantasy sequences (Stupid With Love, Revenge Party, October 3rd). I LOVE when movie musicals USE the medium to tell stories in a way that they can’t on a stage!!!

THE CHOREO!!! Everyone freezing then shaking in “Someone Get Hurt” AHHHH that entire number was HYPNOTIZING!!!!!!!!!!! My friend told me the choreographer’s name is Kyle Hanagami, so shout out to him. (also reneé rapp was so fucking hot while singing that oh my lord)

I will be calling my pimples “face breasts” from now on (avantika ilysm)

DAMIAN’S FRENCH COVER OF THE ICARLY THEME SONG 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

why was there a 0.5 camera shot of cady during revenge party 💀

“I’d Rather Be Me” was so much fun and I felt so fucking empowered. And the transition from the song to the bus was just *chef’s kiss*

“donut worry i am still your freend” 🥺

Lindsay Lohan cameo!!!!!!!!!

NOT ENOUGH RENEÉ RAPP 😭😭

Overall, the movie was not perfect, but the Broadway show already had plenty of flaws, so it’s understandably how that would affect the adaptation. I still a LOT of fun and would definitely see it again. Go stream Snow Angel by Reneé Rapp. i love women 🥰🥰🥰

[teamcavota]

50 milo murphy's law facts

5 not so fun and 45 fun!

Not so fun to start!

The only Milo Murphy's Law official merchandise is a notebook released in Japan for the MML X PNF crossover.

Disney actually apologized to Dan (and I assume Swampy) for the treatment of Milo Murphy's Law. Dan has expressed frustration at the MMLs treatment before, citing the Hiatus between s1 and s2 and the fact it did not air on the main Disney Channel.

Doof appears in more episodes than Cavendish and Dakota in s2 (this is the real reason we needed a s3). Also, while PNF/Doof stuff was planned from the start, Disney did push for more PNF.

When season 2 was airing, new episodes would randomly be released in other countries.

Milo was cut from CATU due to a feeling from Disney that audiences would not recognize his cameo.

ok LAME ones out of the way

On the first drawing of Milo there are three names beside it: Milo, Mikey, and...Monty. As you probably know the Mikey one got pretty far and is the name used in the pitch bible (and was referenced with "I am Mikey!".) The reason Mikey was changed to Milo was not a creative choice, but because there was a popular YouTuber named "Mikey Murphy."

Speaking of, Milo was also just going to be another character apart of a different pitch, but Dan kept thinking he should go into his own show. He went to Swampy and asked him what he thought of Milo (at the time Mikey) and the idea of a show about Murphys Law. it took them about an hour to come up with the concept pitch.

You can find several of MML song dubbings on YouTube and other platforms. Most notably the Japanese version (マイロ・マーフィーの法則) highly worth checking out. Fun fact in a fun fact, Doof and Dakota also share the same voice actor in this dubbing.

In re-airings of some of the first MML episodes, second versions were made that included Cavendish and Dakota in the background.

Yes, Melissa was originally going to feel the lasting effects of the pistachion uprising by remaining looking like one instead of Bradley having his arm turned into a vine. This would have been a source of conflict for her in season 2, but in the end they felt it was too much of a change. As far as Bradley's plant arm it was originally only going to come out sometimes before it was changed to being a constant thing. He does have feeling in this arm.

The Island of Lost Dakota's was going to include a scene with merman Dakota's ("merkotas"). There was also going to be "mutation" Dakotas, such as ones with multiple heads.

There exists a live action version of the Milo Murphy's Law theme song. well, sorta, watch it

Before Milo came out Dwampy made the song "we're gonna do it again."

MML was originally set to debut in early 2017.

Weird Al did not originally come to mind for Milo. One of the idea voices they had was Noah Z Jones (Fish Hooks). They auditioned hundreds of people for Milo, but many had issues such as sounding too nervous in their lines. It wasn't until Alex Hirsch (Gravity Falls) posted a photo with Weird Al that Dwampy realized he'd be perfect for the role.

Sara is based on a friend of Dwampy.

In tune with the popular headcanon/fan theory, it's possible they did actually consider making Cavendish a descendant of Milo. When Cavendish was going to agree he also liked Milo, he was going to say he was his descendant. *this may have also just been a joke line

Milo and Cavendish are meant to mirror eachother in the fact Milo deals with Murphy's Law and Cavendish is the "author of his own misery" in regards to things going wrong.

Another thing they considered was the possibility of Dakota and Cavendish being in a romantic relationship, but they ultimately decided they wanted them to have them represent a strong male friendship.

The Milo Murphys Law crew did keep up a fanart and concept art wall. Here, here, and here are some photos.

There was a baby Cavenpus cut from final productions.

There are no official ages for Dakota and Cavendish. Dan has said he believes Cavendish to be older, while Joshua Pruett has said he believes Dakota to be the older one and by a bit of a margin.

Pistachios came to be a thing in the show because a son of some of Dan's neighbors had been allergic to specifically pistachios. They needed an idea for the larger plot and somehow those two came together. (Swampy also notes it's a funny word).

Several of the scripts for MML storyboarders included just the words, "and Murphy's Law happened."

Dan has made at least one Vinnie Dakota dedicated Tiktok similar to his Doof ones.

The Doof and Dakota lines were recorded together, back and forth.

Melissa was going to have a hamster nemesis named Ham. In the Pitch Bible the name wasn't included, but it's explained it was a pet class hamster that would always escape and end up on her things.

The secret handshake Milo and Zack do in scream-a-tourium was intended to be longer.

The studio executive for MML originally thought The Island of Lost Dakota's was a joke idea until he read the script.

There was a MML kids menu at Disneyland circa 2016.

Dakota and Cavendish were originally not in the shows ideas, nor was any B-plot, but being used to it in PNF the writers room felt they "needed something to cut away to"

Joshua Pruett pitched for the MML x PNF crossover for where when Milo opened his backpack to pull out the thing he needed to save the world it'd be...Phineas and Ferb.

Dakota is the reason parking tickets exist, as he can be a bit careless about leaving time vehicles all over the place. Dakota is proud of this.

Melissa's likeness and name is based on Dan's daughter Meli, as to sorta "balance out" Isabella also being based on his other daughter.

They considered a twist where Bob Block would be an alien wearing a face mask.

"Cavendish Farms" is an episode that never came to be pitched by Pruett where in order to track Cavendish Dakota would try to duplicate Cavendish, though none of them would quite be Cavendish. One of the Cavendishs would have a heart to heart with Dakota, while Doof would ultimately call out Dakota for what he's doing and tell Dakota "you already know what he would do." dwampy rejected this idea because this was a bad idea, to which pruett felt that is exactly why Dakota would have tried it. if renewed, pruett would have tried to convince them more on it.

Chop Away at My Heart was originally called "Jump Jump Jump" and was made for another project by one of Dan's friends. After Dan have asked to transform it into something else for Milo, Joshua Pruett suggested a "Lumberjack themed boyband" in the script.

unfortunate split for character block limit

Dakotas voice was inspired by Elvis Costello. It's also the harder voice for Dan in comparison to Doof.

Mark Hamill originally auditioned to play a teacher on the show, but Dwampy liked his audition so much they decided he'd better fit Mr. Block.

In the MML pitch bible it is stated, "Mikey has a destiny to fulfill, something vital to the future of the planet." The goal of Cavendish and Dakota would be to make sure he stays on the right path.

There IS a full version of We're Going to the Zoo, which was played by Dan in this interview at 3:00:30. Several MML songs have had full versions leaked, implying this is probably the case for some other songs too.

Like several other characters, Sara in the MML pitch bible was different from her show counterpart, being "a hipster like Thora Butch in Ghost World."

The song "A World Without Milo" is based on the song "Happy Together" by "The Turtles"

Almost every character, including creatures or minor one-offs had a name in the script. An example is "Pia," the name of the poodle Diogee falls in love with.

In regards to when Dakota talks about cutting through the Mesozoic in First Impressions and the fact it is illogical, Dan says this is likely just Dakota being Dakota (aka, it was a mistake), and not every such line should be taken serious.

In a deleted "Snow Way Out" line it was confirmed that the raccoon in Going the Extra Milo and Fungus Among Us is recurring raccoon.

Brick and Savannah were going to have a role in the crossover.

Story ideas from the MML pitch bible that never came to include a beach episode, a Friday the 13 episode, and an episode where Cavendish and Dakota try convincing Milo to take a self defense class leading to conflict with a hidden ninja gang.

For unspecified characters (probably multiple different sets) Pruett wrote in hugs that were cut by (mostly) Dan. In response, he says he "put 4 in so at least 1 stays."

S3 would have likely included: A third Block (yes, still voiced by Mark Hamill and a Block "family meeting"), Milo creating the universe, Dakota and Cavendish getting the promotion they wanted but being unsatisfied, Elliot cleverly being connected to the overarching plot, AU exploration (akin to pnf) including an episode where Dr Zone is real, and a conclusion to the Prof Time arc. The overarching plot would have been the "biggest yet."

credits to: danvillecheese for suggestions + encouragement, cheetochild989 for facts the fact about going to the zoo and a world without milo, the 2nd dimension on YouTube, my hamsterward friends, and of course all the talented people who worked on MML :3

[pruneunfair]

My feelings on, part 11: This isekai maid is forming a union and why it is the best otome isekai I have ever read.

SPOILERS: DO NOT READ BELOW IF YOU WANT TO READ THIS COMIC YOUSELF.

The very first canvas webtoon I've done a review on and it is one of my favorites as well 😊

This story as the name implies, is from the perspective of a maid named Bridgette who has been reincarnated multiple times but always as a maid in another OI leads story who is now looking to start a union for workers rights.

Already it has a very unique version of the typical isekai genre, instead of Bridgette dying in the real world to get into the fantasy realm of Teffrah, she is actually still alive. The Bridgette we see is actually another version of her who also possesses her memories of all the crappy otome isekai she read. A really unique aspect for an isekai.

The plot itself starts off calling out gross OI tropes for what they are such as but not limited to: Work place abuse, (Maids in OI are typically threatened and slapped to keep them in line) toxic male leads, romance involving a slave and their master, racist caricatures of POC often found in OI (POC are usually written as savages in OI) etc. This really helps set the ground not only of what makes this comic different from others of the same genre but also establishes the refreshing feeling of knowing you aren't alone when you thought these tropes were disgusting and everyone else just excused it.

But a plot can't substain itself solely on social commentary can it? Well no, it really can't unless it's a pretty short series which is why isekai maid union brings more to the table. Characters besides Bridgette have their stories, traits, backgrounds and character arcs. You got some of Bridgettes friends like Marina, whose past as a former student in a magic academy explain her possession of magic rocks and Shellie who was originally the typical cheerleader maid who gained her own personality.

World building

The world building itself is also great. The previous lives of Bridgette aren't just examples of workplace abuse, they also play a role into the present setting. Some of the most important outside of the current story being "The wicked woman delivers" and "The rain falls gently on the villainess" Two stories within the universe that I'm pretty sure we're inspired by the more problematic aspects of the popular villains are destined to die.

Wicked woman delivers explains the backstory of one of the antagonists of the comic, Phobe, a reincarnator whose ignorance evolved into total toxicity, getting her and her tyrant husband overthrown.

And The rain falls gently on the villainess straight up disses villains are destined to die for its most problematic subject: Penelope buying and abusing a slave. In this version, it was a woman named Eriadne but I swear she's inspired by Penelope. This plot point ends up playing a role into Geralt and his daughter, Nora's (a supporting character) story.

Side note: I may enjoy reading villains are destined to die but only because I'm reading from the perspective of Penelope being an awful person, she did not deserve to become an empress in the end after what she did even if Eckles was written with Stockholm syndrome. It always bugged me how the fanbase continues to baby Penelope for having a side backstory as if that justified owning another human being so seeing a popular comic actually call this out proved I wasn't just being sensitive.

Finally there's the actual use of magic in the series, in many OI, there is typically a fantasy element in the form of mages and magic that unfortunately ends up being pushed to the side in favor of romance, sometimes to the point where the book forgets about the magic aspect entirely, here, magic is not only remembered but a key ingredient to the plot, not just in the stones Marina sells to other maids but also in fast travel and of course, in gemeter. The rules of said magic can be a little hard to comprehend without reading over and over a few times but it's just something that makes me happy when the fantasy aspect of a romance fantasy is remembered.

The villains

Even the wicked nobles are given more depth outside of being evil. This comic takes the lesson of OI writing maids as evil and lazy and uses that as what not to do when writing the antagonists.

Lord Demeter is the personification of a toxic male lead with pretty privilege. He does have a background that explains his behavior but it doesn't justify him literally murdering several servants just to prove how broken he is. Several chapters are dedicated to him and a green stone-version of him affectionately nick named "Gemeter" which, while they still prove he is no good person, it's still nice to see more then just a toxic man. He's got other traits just like any human being.

Phobe is everything I despise about certain OI leads and boy does she succeed at pissing me off but there are still some sense of morals in there such as being genuinely pissed when she discovers her desert company is using inedible ingredients in the cookies. This doesn't serve to make her look good but simply to add more to her other then a purple haired Karen. She can be a bitch and still care about the integrity of her buisness.

What about the other nobles?

One complaint I hear all the time about this comic is how it supposedly makes all OI protagonists look bad by over exaggerating their willingness to slap a maid.

First of all: OI literally do the same thing by villainizing maids as people who would purposely serve you raw steak with tiny utensils.

Second of all: Thats actually not the case.

While most other non-antagobist nobles range from not caring about the staff to straight up finding them revolting, they still have chatacter development, the best example being Iseul or more commonly called by her new name as a reincarnated noble woman: Annette, who grew from being a typical maid slapping asshole to someone who felt genuine empathy for the people she hurt, now she is her own person with her own story just like everyone else.

Any critiques?

One thing all of us need to accept is that no story is absolutely perfect, there will always be flaws to be seen by someone but if anything, the only big flaw I saw in isekai maid union was that it actually takes a long time for the whole "union" to actually happen, this was admitted by the author who apologized for the wait and promised it for the final season (I think, I could be wrong) so I'm all good here.

Conclusion:

The story is phenomenal but not just because it's meta, it takes the issues we all have about problematic tropes in OI and turns them into a cohesive narrative, something that can be enjoyed by almost everyone and I'm glad it's getting so much recognition finally 😊

And for once, I'm glad to actually make something more positive for once after a little while.

[sisternightroad]

Lady Oscar's flaws and weaknesses

In case someone is interested, I've written in an italian blog a small analysis of Oscar from Rose of Versailles, so I've translated it to post it here too.

Thank you for the dive into the past. To give some context, I primarily base myself on the manga because it is the original medium and, as almost always, the most complete. The original Oscar is very different from that of the anime, because the latter makes different narrative choices from the beginning. Among other things, since Oscar is not born as a protagonist but as a sidekick to Marie Antoinette, her character is initially less deep and set up differently.

Moreover, the anime has a predominantly dark and dramatic tone, but the contents have been overall very softened, especially in the edition with Italian dubbing, while the manga alternates comic moments with moments of great tragedy and violence, even very brutal for a shojo of the time. But let’s cut to the chase:

From the beginning, Oscar is characterized as a tomboy, which serves as a recurring comic element in the story. Even at the time of her birth, her father mistakes her for a boy because she screams and thrashes about like a little boy.

[Oscar’s birth in volume 1 and a comic callback in volume 6]

Despite her refined and elegant appearance, she often behaves in a decidedly rude manner, spits and swears. In her character profile, the author emphasizes that she always behaves like a man and loves weapons, alcohol, occasionally going to drink in the commoners bars and that her flaw is that she is ready to start a fight.

[A snippet of Oscar’s profile and a brawl from volume 3]

Another thing went a bit lost among the transpositions is that Oscar is a huge troll. She often behaves in a brazen and insolent way to mock scandals, pettiness and gossip of court life. The funniest example is when her father wants her to organize a ball to find a husband, in the anime criminally reduced to an innocent scene. General Jarjayes asks her to commission a dress from the best tailor in Paris and Oscar shows up at the ball with a flashy dress uniform complete with bell-bottom pants in '70s style. To complete the work, she spends the evening dancing and flirting with her throng of admirers, even kissing two and threatening to duel a guy she stole the girlfriend from. Priceless.

[Lady Oscar happily trolling her father and her suitor Girodelle who, along with the other contenders, despair in the background in volume 6]

Moving on to more serious matters, in both versions Oscar is notoriously cool and detached, but in the manga she is less fickle, impulsive and reckless. She tends to be a risk-taker, but most of the time the risks she takes are calculated or at least justified. One of the first big examples is when she threatens Madame du Barry with her sword for trying to frame Oscar’s mother for the poisoning of a maid. In this case, she draws her sword in defense of her mother to scare du Barry, because she knows even the countess may not want it to be known what happened.

[Oscar threatens Countess du Barry with her sword in volume 2]

In addition, beneath her cold exterior, she often shows herself to be emotional and quick-tempered, characteristics that come out especially during the most dramatic moments, such as the killing of the child by the Duke of Guémené, when the black knight injures André’s eye or the soldiers of the French guard want to push her to punish them.

[Oscar getting furious about the extravagances orchestrated by the Duchess de Polignac in volume 4]

In the manga, Oscar does not live her military career as an imposition, but rather as a source of pride. Also for this reason, she shows from a very young age to be competitive, ambitious and even a bit arrogant. In fact, she is the one who personally requests the assignments of the capture of Jeanne de Valois or the arrest of the black knight, thanks to which she reaches the rank of brigadier general and, if she had not let the latter escape, she would have advanced at least one more rank. Moreover, in the comic she decides to join the French guard not to get away from Fersen, but to prove that she can make it even outside the privileged environment of the royal guard.

[An adorable little Oscar who already thinks big in volume 1]

Since Oscar, like all nobles, has always lived a privileged and protected existence, especially at the beginning she is naive and ignorant about the conditions of the world and the people around her. It is also for this reason that she is sometimes excessively indulgent towards Marie Antoinette and tends not to take into account André’s feelings for her, even though she knows he loves her.

[A moment of tragic realization on Oscar’s part in volume 5]

Finally, Oscar has an ambivalent relationship towards her femininity. While this does not represent a flaw in itself, it remains one of her major weaknesses that makes her suffer and rends her very vulnerable. While she is in every way a woman, she occupies a place that in a very rigid and hierarchical society is traditionally reserved for men and she wants to be treated like a man. For this reason, she often shows to consider feelings as something exclusively feminine to reject. This side of her identity cracks when Oscar’s expectations and desires as a woman and those as a soldier clash with each other, such as when she falls in love with Fersen and for the first time in her life she dresses as a woman for him or when her father wants to push her to retire from the army and marry Girodelle. This would force her in each case to give up an important part of her life and identity. Only at the end does she understand, after André dies and she stays by his side instead of returning immediately to the battlefield, in the scene that I find the most touching in the manga, that her feelings do not make her a “woman”, but human.

[Oscar crying over André’s death in volume 8, much better than that crap of episode 39]

I want to close by saying that this is a manga and a character that I love very much also and especially for its shortcomings and very human imperfections. It is these gaps that push her to mature beyond the boundaries of her golden cage and to break down the social and personal barriers that prevent her from living her life not simply as a man or a woman but as herself.

It is by navigating her complex and difficult feelings, touching firsthand the despair of ordinary people and gaining the respect of her rebellious subordinates that she understands that she is only a small cog in the great wheel of History and thus comes to choose which side of it she really wants to be on.

[idyllwave]

Infinity

Yandere ! Gojo Satoru x Female ! Reader

Part 27 | Your Happy Ending Too

Summary | And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you.

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It happened again. Yet another slew of dreams of past lives would enter her thoughts and fester there. She would see Satoru’s face, his smile, his eyes… and she would see her own death. Like a movie playing in slow-mo. And lately, these deaths have become clearer in her mind.

Some deaths were caused by people she couldn’t even remember the names of, but most of the time… almost every single time… her death would come at the hands of Satoru. Sukuna sometimes follows the same pattern.

She ached to talk to Satoru about this, but she always got this weird feeling in her gut anytime she wanted to mention it. Like something or someone was going to snap at her. Should she ask-?

“Your face is all scrunchy again,” Gojo chuckled as he squished her cheeks. Tonight was movie night at his place. her back was to his chest as she sat in his lap on his couch. A warm blanket covering them both as a movie played in the background.

“Sorry… just thinking.”

“About what?”

That was another thing she noticed. Much like the other lives, this Gojo was just as pushy and inquisitive. It was as if he needed to know everything about her at all times. Or, at least, that was the feeling that he gave off.

“It’s about my, well, our past lives…”

She felt his hands fall from her face and fall to her waist. She could already feel how his arms slowly started to tighten like a vice to keep her where she sat in his lap.

“What about them?”

She looked at him from the corner of her eye, she could feel how her heart hammered in her chest, but she steadied herself as much as possible.

“My deaths.”

“Your deaths?”

She nodded, “more specifically… how you were the one who would kill me most of the time.”

She waited for him to say something, anything really, but what surprised her the most was when he started to laugh. His chest rumbled against her back before he leant forward. His chin resting on her shoulder as his eyes would peek up at her.

“So you remembered after all.”

“And you remembered all this time.”

He hummed in response as he nuzzled his face into her neck, “you know, I don’t know why it was only ever me who remembered our lives together. I always thought it was a curse because it meant that I was the only one looking for you in each life.”

He kissed her cheek before easily lifting her and maneuvering her so that she was facing him in his lap, her legs straddling his waist.

“And imagine my surprise when you finally started to remember. I was ecstatic at first. Until I realized the potential of you remembering your deaths…”

“Why did you do it…”

“Do what?”

“Kill me like that… kill me so often?”

“Cause it was never the right life. It wasn’t our happy ending.”

She frowned at his words as she placed her hands against his chest to push herself away a little. She needed space. Space away from him.

“Our happy ending?”

“We were always meant to be. You and me. But things kept getting in the way. Not like it mattered though. I was determined to get my happy ending with you. No matter how many lives we lived, I would always find you.”

“And how about now?”

“What about it?”

He gripped her wrists and pulled her close, her lips barely brushing against his.

“Now that I remember, you won’t get that happy ending.”

“And what makes you so sure about that?”

“Because I know and remember all that you did.”

He hummed again before smiling that same grin that she always seemed to love. A part of herself couldn’t believe what was happening. The sister school exchange event was right around the corner, Itadori was almost finished with his training, and she … she just had to open her mouth about the memories that have been filtering into her dreams.

She almost wanted to kiss him and make this night end.

“That… is not going to stop me from having a happy ending with you. Starting over would be a waste, especially since we’re in a perfect part of our lives right now, and the fact that I have you right where I want you. And honestly, if you truly hated me, you would be trying to get away right about now, wouldn’t you?”

He let his hand trail to the back of her neck, “and even if somehow, someway either of us die in this new life… I’ll just look for you in the next. My happy ending begins with you, and these lives will continue until you see that I’m your happy ending too.”

[scoupsakakitty]

Chapter 6: Fading Ties

The concert in Japan was a success. The crowd’s energy was electric, the lights dazzling, and the adrenaline still lingered even after the final bow. But beneath all the excitement, something else buzzed in the background an undercurrent, subtle but impossible to ignore.

The tension between y/n and Scoups had shifted. It wasn’t just casual glances anymore or brief moments during rehearsals. It was there on stage in the way they gravitated toward each other without realizing it, standing side by side more often than usual, sharing quick, knowing looks between songs.

Scoups could feel it, a pull he didn’t understand but couldn’t resist. The warmth of her presence beside him, the way her laughter lingered in his mind even as the crowd roared around them it was addictive.

And he wasn’t the only one who noticed.

----------------------------------------------------------------Later that evening, after the concert, Dino decided it was time to stir the pot a little.

The three of them had planned to do a live stream for the fans, but y/n had gone to freshen up, leaving Dino alone with Scoups in the hotel suite. The perfect opportunity.

Dino leaned back on the couch, pretending to scroll through his phone, then glanced at Scoups. “Y’know,” he started casually, “I still don’t get how y/n’s dealing with that Se-Hun guy. He’s kind of an ass, isn’t he?”

Scoups didn’t even hesitate. “He is an ass,” he snapped, his jaw tightening slightly. “She deserves better.”

Dino smirked inwardly, sensing the slight edge in Scoups’ voice. He decided to push a little further.

“Yeah, I mean… what kind of guy ignores his girlfriend like that? If I had someone like y/n, I wouldn’t even think about anyone else.” His tone was light, almost teasing, but his eyes flicked to Scoups, waiting.

Scoups clenched his jaw, staring at his phone without really seeing it. “Exactly. He doesn’t appreciate her. She’s—” He cut himself off, shaking his head like he’d said too much.

Dino raised an eyebrow. “She’s… what?”

Scoups didn’t answer. But the flicker of something frustration? jealousy?—was there. Clear as day.

Before Dino could press further, the door opened, and y/n walked in, fresh from the shower. Her damp hair framed her face, and she was in comfortable clothes, her usual stage makeup gone, replaced by the natural softness Dino had seen a million times.

But this time, Scoups saw it differently.

His eyes lingered for a second too long, his breath catching slightly before he forced himself to look away.

“Ready?” y/n asked, oblivious to the tension that had filled the room moments before.

“Yeah,” Dino replied quickly, grinning as he grabbed his phone to start the live.

The live stream was going smoothly. Fans flooded the chat with comments some funny, some random, and some filled with endless heart emojis. Dino was reading a few out loud, laughing at the playful questions, while Scoups casually scrolled through his phone, pretending not to be as entertained as he actually was.

Y/n sat comfortably to his right, her damp hair falling softly over her shoulders, face fresh and makeup-free. She looked relaxed, her usual vibrant energy dimmed just enough to show a softer, calmer version of herself.

Dino chuckled at a comment, nudging Scoups. “Hey, listen to this one ‘Scoups, you’re the best leader for protecting y/n at the airport!’”

Y/n laughed, shaking her head. “They really notice everything, huh?”

The chat exploded with more comments. One in particular caught Dino’s eye just as Scoups leaned in slightly to read along.

“Y/n looks so beautiful without makeup. Natural beauty hits different!”

It was meant as a sweet compliment, but something shifted in that moment.

Scoups glanced at y/n just a quick look, nothing unusual. But then his gaze didn’t move.

For a brief second, everything around him seemed to fade the bright hotel lights, the sound of Dino’s voice, even the scrolling sea of fan comments.

It was like the world pressed pause.

He didn’t just look at her; he saw her. The way the soft lighting highlighted the gentle curve of her cheekbone, the relaxed smile tugging at the corners of her lips, the effortless warmth she carried even in complete simplicity.

And in that fragile, fleeting second, his heart felt too loud in his chest.

But Dino noticed.

Without missing a beat still laughing at the comments as if nothing was off—he shifted slightly, his knee brushing against Scoups’ leg under the table. Then, casually, he pressed his hand firmly on Scoups’ thigh.

Just enough to snap him back.

Scoups blinked, the spell breaking. His eyes darted away immediately, his face blank as if nothing had happened, though his ears flushed with the faintest pink.

Dino didn’t say a word about it. He just kept the conversation flowing, his grin a little wider now like he’d just uncovered a secret only he knew.

And Scoups?

He didn’t dare look back at y/n for the rest of the live.

But her face stayed etched in his mind anyway.

But her smile faded when her phone buzzed with a new message.

She glanced at the screen, expecting something normal maybe a text from a friend. But her heart dropped.

An unknown number.

A photo.

Se-Hun.

With the same girl.

Not at a study session this time.

At a party.

Her fingers tightened around the phone, her jaw clenching as anger surged through her like a wave. Not sadness rage.

Without a word, she stood up abruptly.

“Hey, where are you going?” Dino asked, surprised.

“Sorry,” y/n mumbled, her voice tight. “I have to go.”

Without waiting for a response, ignoring their confused looks as she grabbed her phone and left the room.

Her hands trembled as she tried calling Se-Hun. Once. Twice. Three times.

No answer.

She stared at the photo again, her blood boiling.

How could I be so stupid? she thought, pacing the small hotel room she’d retreated to. How did I let this happen?

She wasn’t heartbroken. Not anymore.

She was furious.

At him.

At herself.

At the lies she’d believed, the excuses she’d accepted.

She called again. Nothing.

The next day, they’d be flying back to Korea. And when she got there, she’d find him. Not to beg or cry.

She just needed one thing—

Closure.

To look him in the eye and tell him exactly what he’d done.

And then she’d be done.

For good.

Small Reminder: Mistakes are just steps on your journey of growth. Be proud of your progress. 🌙