#I'm a ball of surprise no Im not it's a lie

[kikis-worksh0p]

My #SpotifyWrapped is out and there is a fucking proof of my Good Omens obsession.

How so you ask?

Queen just got to the 4th position of my favorites artistes of the year in 3 months. 3 MONTHS !!

(and Ed Sheeran is leading the way as always because I'm full of surprise 😶)

Anyone else has some Good Omens content in their wrapped?

[mirrology]

I wanted to request Platonic Boothill and child reader!

After finding out about what happened to Boothill’s daughter wanted to request him finding child reading and taking them in as his own kid and caring for them, taking them to little events or fairs 😭

FEEL SO BAD FOR BOOTHILL ☹️ HE LOST HIS HOME, HIS DAUGHTER AND HIS BODY 😭 IM BALLING MY EYES OUT

— Wunderkind .ᐟ ʚɞ

୨୧ Wunderkind: (noun) a wonder child or child prodigy

Ft. Boothill, gender-neutral reader, platonic. wc: 972

Content: child reader, reader is a sort of 'prize' for an unknown person, the first scene is inspired by mizisua meeting but its platonic, got a little lazy so the rest is headcanons, reader gets surprise adopted, boothill is the best dad ever, he spoils the reader, they both go to fairs and parks often. / a strange man took you in when you were at your lowest. You never knew that you would be at your highest when with him. slight angst but then fluff

Notes: thank you for the request!! i tried my best to incorporate everything that you mentioned. boothill's backstory is so sad and it truly made by tear up, also the IPC sucks.

Fate hadn't been kind to you, you don't remember how you ended up being a so-called prize for a person you barely knew. You don't remember your parent's face nor remember if you even had any. They dressed you up in the fanciest clothes, ones laced with ruffles and the softest cloth, made sure your hair was always neat and tidy. Yet they never actually cared for you, they only wished to show you off as a trophy as they called you.

When out of all the eyes that watched you, they treated you roughly. Grabbing your head and pushing you down to the ground when you didn't meet their expectations, gripping every inch of your arms and leaving blooming bruises in their wake. All while showing you off to everyone in their premise.

You stared blankly at the street, watching people walk by and cars pass. You sat down in an alley way, leaning against the wall of a shop, just, waiting. You had escaped from that manor, from that wretched place. Although you had no hope that you would be free, sooner or later they would find you and bring you back all to restart that agonizing cycle. Just the thought made you squeamish, it made you disgusted.

Your eyes drooped as you looked at people living normal lives, you oh so desperately wished from someone to take you away from this world. As you were lost in your thoughts a pair of boots stopped in front of you, you snapped out of your daydreaming and slowly tilted your head up. Your eyes met with grey ones, you stared blankly at the man in front of you. He had white and black hair, the two colors clashing like yin and yang, it was pretty. He... looked concerned? The man crouched down on one knee to be at your level, you watched him as he did, not once did you take your eyes off of him.

"Hey, uh, ya' okay, kid?" he questioned, his tone was soft and barely above a whisper as if you would run away at the slightest noise. You blinked in surprise, you hadn't expected to be asked such a thing. Your eyes darted somewhere else that wasn't his face, did he want to help you? You considered saying that you didn't want help, but what would that mean for you?

You would be stuck living a life full of emptiness, unfulfilled by your wrongful choice. You looked back at him. He was still there, patiently awaiting your response. "I'm..." You momentarily stopped, your throat felt dry, you swallowed. "I'm lost and... alone, " you squeaked out. Although this wasn't the entire truth, yet it wasn't a complete lie either.

"Hm.." He hummed as his eyebrows furrowed, a conflicted expression on his face. He then perked up or rather tensed. He noticed a bruise, one which is black and dark purple at the moment, looks like a darker spot beneath your sleeve. He slowly reached out towards your arm, and he looked back at you. "May i?" He asked, his robotic fingertips gracing the edge of your long sleeve. Your eyes widened slightly, but you nodded. You suppose that this man really does want to help you.

He gently grasped your smaller hand in his, it was cold and stiff. Yet it didn't feel like theirs, this one was careful, considerate. The cool material felt nice against your sweaty palms.

The bruise spread from halfway up your arm down to almost your wrist, a deep purple-black bruise that stood out from the lighter colors of your clothes. It looks like it was recently made and very painful. The man looked stunned, as if this wasn't a normal occurrence. Well, you guess it wasn't for anyone else other than you. "Yer gonna need medical care, bud." He swiftly picked you up in his arms, holding you softly as if you would break in an instant.

You jumped slightly; you weren't used to being picked up nor touched in a way that wasn't aggressive for that matter. He led your arms to wrap around his neck, "Hold on, bud." He grinned at you, showing off his shark-like teeth. You stared in awe at your savior, being helped felt... nice. No one had ever been at your Beck and call, only ever "helped" when they wanted.

Tears sprung up into your eyes. You closed them tightly, not wanting to be seen in such a vulnerable state. "Thank you..." You whispered as you burried you head into the junction of his neck. He smiled and stroked the back of your head.

"Uhm.." You hummed out "What's your name mister?" Your head turned to look at him as your cheek was pressed against his shoulder blade. "Boothill, don't forget it." He chuckled and started walking to the nearest hospital.

You nodded, taking his words into account.

You wouldn't forget your savior.

Boothill is the best dad confirmed, he gets you whatever you want, whether it be food, toys, clothes or accessories. He gets it for you.

He's always patting your head or ruffling your hair; you don't mind thought. It's actually very comforting.

CONSTANTLY tells dad jokes and it makes it funnier when he tries cursing but it gets covered up by his synthesia beacon.

The both of you go out often to parks to play. He definitely pushes you on the swings, and helping you go as high as you can. And when he sees your big smile as you reach the bar, he knows he did a good job.

He brought you penacony once (when he was actually let in) and you had the time of your life.

It was very bright but new and exciting.

You got to eat new things that you've never seen before, such as cotton candy

[flyinghassassin]

Do you love her more than me?

Summary: "Are you cheating on me?"/ "What? I could never."

Word count: 1800ish

Warnings: Angst-y,fluff,no beta'd 'cos Im sick

Masterlist

"We can't let Natasha know," Wanda said, panting.

"I know Wanda, I know, but I don't want to lie to her face," you answered, panting as well.

"It's the only way." "If Natasha ever finds out, she'll be so fucking mad at us."

"Just go faster, okay?" "Now we shouldn't be thinking about her."

"I'm going as fast as I can."

"I'll grab your hand so you go faster; we can't miss the bus!" You said,grabbing Wanda's hand and walking faster,making her follow you.

"I see the bus stop, Y/N; it's there," said Wanda, pointing to the sign marking the bus stop.

Just then, you saw the bus start to approach, so you pulled Wanda's hand and started to run faster, managing to get to the bus in time.

You quickly went to the back of the bus and gasped for breath.

"I really hope Nat likes the surprise, or I'll kick your ass for almost dislocating my shoulder," said Wanda, rubbing the affected area.

"I'm sure she'll love it. A puppy is precious. When she grows up, she can play with Fanny!" You said, your eyes sparkling with excitement.

"It would be nice to see them play," said Wanda, smiling. "But that doesn't take away from the fact that you owe me one for almost ripping my shoulder out."

"Sure, Wanda, I'll buy you lunch tomorrow. Anyhow, we had already planned to meet up."

"Sounds good to me," hummed Wanda in agreement.

"Well, the animal shelter is a bit far away, so it will still be a while before we get there."

"It's okay.  "Get some rest, Y/N; you look like a truck ran over you."

"Ha,ha, ha, very funny, Wanda," you said sarcastically. "Having to do three reports in one night is not a very beneficial thing for my sleep schedule."

"Your sleep schedule is nonexistent."

You grumbled and leaned your head on Wanda's shoulder.

"Wake me up when we're getting there."

Wanda nodded and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

"Rest."

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You were awakened by Wanda's insistent shaking.

"Wake up; we're about to arrive."

You grunted and rubbed your eyes in an attempt to wake up.

"Look Y/N,the kennel is that way," said Wanda, pointing at a colorful sign. "Quite a colorful sign; it certainly catches the eye," she added, smiling.

"Yes," you replied. "Now all I need to do is drink coffee and look at those little fur balls."

When you reached the bus stop, you got off the bus and headed for the kennel.

Once inside, you got a coffee from the machine while you waited for the owner to show up.

"You must be Wanda and Y/N, right?" said a friendly voice. "I'm Linda; welcome to Little Paws Kennel; come on in and we'll show you the animals we have for adoption," said Linda, gesturing for you to follow her.

With a set of keys,she opened a door,and you entered a large outdoor courtyard where the dogs were playing.

"Wanda,look how cute they are!" You said, tugging at her arm "They are the cutest thing I've ever seen".

"I thought the cutest thing you've ever seen was me," said Wanda with false sadness.

"You're close," you replied, giving her a kiss on the cheek and making Wanda smile. "Which one do you think Nat will like the best?"

"How about that golden retriever over there?" "I think they'd make a good pair; Nat can be very grumpy, and the dog is a ball of energy."

"Totally!" you said, laughing. "They'll make an excellent couple."

You walked over to the little dog and started petting her.

"Hi little guy, would you like to come home with me? You'll have a great time." You smiled, stroking her soft fur and making the dog bark excitedly and lick your hands. "Look, Wanda, I think she likes me!"

Wanda laughed and came up next to you to pet the dog.

"So you chose her?" said Linda. "Excellent; she's one of our smallest dogs. Her mother died recently,so she could use someone to be with."

You nodded and took the dog in your arms, carrying it to the counter to formalize the whole process.

Once you were finished, you put him in his carrier and went to the bus stop to go home.

"You take the dog, Wands; I want it to be a surprise."

Wanda nodded, and you waited for the bus to arrive.

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After a while, you came home and opened the door.

"Nat, honey, I'm home!" you shouted.

When there was no answer, you went to the kitchen and looked to see if you could see her. You didn't see her, but there was a tupperware with a note stuck to it and food inside.

You uncovered the tupperware, and the smell of food flooded your nostrils. You grabbed the note and read it:

"Y/N,detka I left this for you. Homemade food,just the kind you like

You smiled and went to the bathroom to change into more comfortable clothes for dinner. You quickly finished the food Natasha had made for you and left the tupperware in the sink.

You went to the living room to see if you could see her,and you could. She was lying on the couch with a blanket covering half of her body while snoring lightly.

"Hello, my love," you said, kissing her forehead.

Natasha hummed and pulled you closer.

"It took you long enough to come; were you too entertained by work?"

"Uhm yeah" you stammered "work can be a bitch".

"Tell me about it," Natasha laughed. "Fury has an obsession with making me fill out reports."

"You want to go to bed? It's better than sleeping on the couch."

"I don't want to get up," Natasha grumbled.

"Don't worry about it," you said, scooping her up in your arms and carrying her to the bed.

You opened the door with your foot and tucked her into bed while you lay down next to her.

"Good night, Nat. Sleep well," you said, giving her a kiss.

"Good night, detka."

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"You should stop sending so much work to Y/N,Fury; yesterday they came home super late and they looked really tired."

"Natasha, yesterday Y/N asked for the day off." They said they had "business to attend to." "Didn't they tell you?"

"Uhh, no, they might have forgotten,although it's not something they usually do."

"Ask them. Natasha,I have to leave you; I have business to attend to," said Fury, hanging up.

Natasha frowned. It wasn't like you forgot to tell her those things. If you had a day off, you liked to spend it together.

"Y/N,detka, "Fury just told me you didn't go to work yesterday."

"Ehh,that's right. Sorry,  honey, I was wrong," you said, moving closer to her to give her a kiss. "I wasn't very focused."

Natasha nodded and kissed you back.

"We can eat together today."

"Uh,sorry Nat,I promised Wanda I'd eat with her today."

"Oh, ok, no worries," Natasha said.

You nodded and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

"I'll see you later," you said, leaving your house.

Natasha couldn't get rid of the insecurity coursing through her veins.

First you didn't tell her you had the day off, then you went to lunch with Wanda, and you'd been more distant for a couple of days, which made Natasha a little afraid.

On a hunch, she decided to call Fury.

"Hey, Fury, do you know if Wanda took the day off yesterday too?"

"Mmh,let me see... Yes, she did. She said she had to do certain things. She wasn't very specific. Why do you ask?"

"No reason, thanks, Fury," Natasha said, and she hung up the phone.

Were you cheating on her? Natasha couldn't help but let her mind think the worst. Her insecurities and her fear that you would leave her for Wanda were growing. She sighed and went to bed. She climbed into bed,seeking comfort in sleep.

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Meanwhile, you were at Wanda's house, playing with the little puppy, stroking her hair, and sorting out all the toys you had bought for her.

"Y/N, I think we've overdone it; we've bought her too many things."

"Don't say that, Wands. How can you say no to such a little face?" you said, holding the dog so she could see how cute she was.

"You're right." Wanda smiled slightly. "Her secret weapon is being too cute".

"This afternoon we'll take her to Nat; I'm sure she'll love her".

"Let's hope so."

Hours passed until it was time to present the dog to Natasha.

In a bag, they put all the toys, while Wanda hid her in her backpack, leaving it slightly open so that the puppy could breathe.

You went upstairs smiling, grabbing Wanda's shoulder, and laughing at the jokes she made.

You opened the door and met Natasha, who was looking at you seriously.

"Hey, hi love, what's up?" You said it nervously.

"Hi Y/N," replied Natasha. "Wanda," she said, greeting her with a nod,which she returned with a wave of her hand.

"Another day off with Wanda, huh? It seems a little strange to me."

"What are you talking about, Nat? Wanda is my friend," you defended yourself.

"Oh yeah? And why are you so late because Wanda takes the same days off as you? Why have you been so distant for a few days?" said Natasha, on the verge of tears.

"Nat, it's not what you think; Wanda and I are nothing."

"And you expect me to believe that? You've been super weird for days; what do you expect me to believe,huh? That I don't..."

Her voice was cut off by a bark.

"What's that?" asked Natasha.

"It was going to be a surprise for you, Nat," you said, pulling the puppy out of the backpack. "Happy first anniversary," you added, handing her the dog. "Wanda and I were just getting everything ready."

Natasha looked on the verge of tears.

"I'm sorry! "I thought you were cheating on me, that you didn't love me anymore," she said, tears starting to well up in her eyes.

The puppy didn't seem to like that and started licking her face, trying to cheer her up, which caused a chuckle.

"You're so cute,little girl," she said, stroking his fur gently.

"I'll leave you two lovebirds alone; enjoy the dog," said Wanda. "See you."

Once Wanda had left, Natasha rushed over to you, hugging you tightly.

"I'm sorry,really, detka. I thought you didn't love me anymore,that I wasn't enough for you."

"Hey,hey, don't say that, Nat; you're amazing; I love you; and it would never cross my mind to hurt you."

Natasha nuzzled against your chest,seeking comfort in your warmth.

"What name would you like to give her, Nat?"

"How about Festus? "It's Latin for festive,because the surprise made me really happy."

"You're such a nerd," you said, laughing and hugging her. "I think it's a perfect name, sweetie."

Natasha smiled.

"I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too, Nat."

Festus barked

"We love you too, little one".

[helloiamadrawer]

𝐶𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 ~𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 𝑉𝐸𝑅𝑆𝐼𝑂𝑁~

tw: fingering, use of a vibrator

he..kinda knew you've been a little anxious than usual lately so one day..

you were waiting for yet another adventure to end and once it did, you dashed to your room and look for your only outlet of stress..but it was gone. You were now silently panicking mumbling, "Oh no,no,no. What'd I do Caine? Was it because I didn't put all my effort into it? I promise I wi-"

"Looking for this my dear?"

You snapped your head around to the voice seeing no other than Caine holding your precious vibe, his fingers fidgeting with the ball-like tip. How the fuck did he get in your room? No, no time for questions, you wanted the relief now, the image of the set of dentures working his fingers inside of you actually sounds great too. After all, those hands did conjure up that toy..

"C-Caine, I need that, i've been really-" "overworked? I can see that. You usually would come and talk to me but im guessing it was for this contraption i conjured up for you." Caine explains still playing with the device. Not a surprise that he was this observant plus you thought that maybe he made it because he knew you liked him when you first entered the circus idk

caine's dual toned eyes scanned the room and since everyone has basically gone to their own quarters to do whatever, a discreet question popped into his head.

"Perhaps you would like me to be your stress reliever?" 👉👈 (he would do this as he asks the question) "Ah! Sh!t..yes." you winced as said question sent your face ablaze and an ache in your loins causing a sharp pain in between your legs. The ringleader approaches you as he puts the vibe down on your nightstand.

He scoops you up in his arms and in an instant pins you down to the mattress by your wrists as the ringleader gave you light literal love bites across your shoulders up to the nape of your neck, his hands slowly let go of your wrists as they languidly traveled down from your chest, shaping down your waist until they stop at the center of your thighs, rubbing your clit through your panties.

You couldn't lie though, Caine's hands are godly touching every crevice of your human form, and since he chose to be a tease, it's made you be a little more louder than usual. "Oh god Caine~please I-" you whine, your back arching from the stimulation. This was the perfect embellishment that Caine fantasized for a long time, it's like he's almost dreaming.

His free hand snaps as your vibrator appeared in his grasp as he replaces his hand with the vibe on the highest mode against your now sensitive nub, rubbing it in a circle, causing you to yelp at the sudden sensation. The pleasure was increasing by the minute and you were already praising his name for more but you couldn't make it out cause it felt so damn good.

"lovely sounds my dear~" the ringleader purrs, '' I've been hearing them ever since I gave you this..device..I would have stopped you but the name I heard you sing out one day--" "C-caine~..i'm gonna cum"

"Like that, yes. I must have made the right decision." his thumb turns off the vibe, you whine for the pleasure to come back until he discards your panties and quickly inserts two fingers into your wet,needy hole starting a fast thrusting pace. The intrusion was pure bliss as you threw your head back and rode out your orgasm on his hand, moaning your last string of curses.

Stress? Gone.

[chrisisvbun]

Okay, now I need more Logan and Bunny!Girl 😩

a/n: ur wish is my command.

guilty as sin. logan howlett x bunny!femreader. part OO2.

a/n 2: btw I'm trying this new cute little layouts tell me if you like them:) i've been really inactive bcs of work shit and been really sick too, but im writing i swear

synopsis: After peace came to the mansion after your arrival, you did not have another encounter with Logan, so spending time with Ororo became a regular thing for you, although Logan doesn't seem to like it.

cw: PTSD related to prostitution and sex, depression, harrasment. a bit of ooc logan, mentions of sex.

words: 2.7k

first.

☆☆☆

You liked Logan.

Well, ‘like” is a pretty vague word, but that’s the one that fits better. You liked him. He was handsome, he was fun, he was sweet with you and you were comfortable around him. You liked that teasing game that you used to have with him, mostly he was bothering you until you slapped his shoulder while he laughed.

So, why wouldn’t you date him? He was clearly into you too

Oh, such a silly answer. You got shy.

Because of your nature you are almost forced to be shy, but you weren’t that shy, you were pretty extroverted when you had to, you didn’t really mind talking to people, and you were a teacher, so you had to be slightly extrovert to have that job.

But after that night in the kitchen, when Logan’s hands hugged your skin while taking you in the sweetest way, you couldn’t look him in the eye without getting red all over and shaking like a scared bunny before running away. Logan frowned everytime you would run away from him, but that didn’t stop him from looking at you when you gave classes and just roamed around you for the following months.

He was obsessed with you. He could watch you for ages, watch that white, curly, pretty hair of yours, how it fell through your back till your lower back, how your shirt was lifted by your puffy tail and how your ears bounced whenever you got surprised or scared. You were so pretty, so cute, and so perfect to corrupt.

He was a bad man, but for you, he would turn into a gentleman.

But you were avoiding him, but you weren’t alone, of course. You had Ororo, who was slowly turning into your best friend. Really slowly. After being abandoned by the one you thought was your best friend, it was hard to trust again. But Ororo was patient, kind, and really funny, hanging out with her had always left you tearing up and grabbing your belly because you would laugh so hard.

You liked spending time with her, but sometimes the activities she would like doing triggered you in some way.

The therapist said that it was normal that many memories are blocked to protect yourself, but that they could be expressed and manifested in certain ways. It wasn't a lie. The trauma was clearly very heavy, enough for you to forget most of the events. There were days where you didn't want to leave your room, the pain in your chest wouldn't let you move from the bed, and as soon as you tried, you would collapse on the floor next to the bed in desperate tears.

Ororo had insisted on having sleepovers together, but you refused. There was something about it that took you back to a deep, dark place, a room where the only thing you can hear are the echoes of suffering women, yours mixing with those of others. Sometimes, checking to make sure you were okay, Scott and Ororo would look into your room and see you curled up in a ball in the upper corner of the bed, uncomfortable, as if you needed it. A part of you didn't want to get better, it was easier not to know, to live in unconsciousness, but you knew that it was not healthy, that that life was not healthy.

That’s why you started to go clubbing with her, you had already gone two times, this one being the third one. Ororo was sitting next to you, applying a pale pink blush in your pale cheeks before putting some gloss in your lips.

“You are done, girl.” She stood up and passed you your gloss. 

“Thank you, love.” You smiled warmly. You grabbed your bag and began walking downstairs with her. “Ready to go?��

“Yeah, let me call a cab.” Ororo grabbed her while speaking.

A little creek in the kitchen made you raise one of your ears.

“It’s me, bun, don’t worry.”

Fuck.

Out of all the people in the mansion. He had to show.

“Going out?” He crossed his big arms and leaned in the doorframe.

“Yeah! I’m taking her to a club that I know she’ll love.” Ororo smiled.

“ ‘Kay, I’ll drive you.” He said, patting his jeans to find his keys.

“It’s not necess-”

“God! Thank you, cab cost an arm and a leg.” Ororo huffed a laugh as you sighed. 

You were glad that the blush in your cheeks was dissimulated by your makeup.

You were sitting in the passenger seat, pretending to be on your phone as Ororo grabbed a coat she had forgotten upstairs. You wanted to kill her, she left you alone with him, gosh, wasn’t it obvious how nervous did you get around him? Maybe not, and she just enjoyed seeing you like that. Yeah, that was your best friend. And worse, he was smoking. Looking so hot and nonchalant.

Logan coughed a bit before looking at you, up and down, and huffed.

“What?” You dared to say, without looking at him.

He shook his head. “Nothin’, bub.”

“No, go ahead.” You left your mobile aside and crossed your arms.

Logan looked down to your chest covered in your black sleeveless corset and smiled.

“You look gorgeous, bunny.” He said, looking at the window and taking a puff from his cigar.

You closed your eyes shut, almost your whole body getting blushed at the compliment. Not pretty, not cute, not good. Gorgeous. He said that word.

“Thanks.” You mumbled shyly, your breath started to get a little worked up. He noticed, of course, and the sight made him smirk.

“I’m back!” Ororo got back in the backseat, and you exhaled like you had been holding your breath for years.

The ride was quiet to you, your mind was peacefully roaming around the lights on the road, even having Logan next to you. That until his hand went to rest on your bare thigh. God, he had to ruin your peace, of course.

His fingers moved to the inner part of your thigh, his palm resting on the front of it. His fingertips massaged your flesh gently, like he knew what he was doing, like he knew how wet you would get with that.

You finally got to the club, some loud music was muffled by the closed doors. You grabbed your jacket and your purse to get out of that freaking car, you could almost scent your own arousal by that moment.

“Wanna join us, Logan?” Ororo suggested.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Guess someone has to take care of you two.” He sighed and got out of the car.

Ororo slapped your shoulder a bit when Logan was away. “You'll thank me later.” and she left too.

You sighed and began to get out of the car too, starting to regret all of that.

“Gonna stick in the bar, you guys have fun.” He said, quickly getting in to go where he said.

“Well, I guess I won't have to thank you for anything.” You said, almost glad that he had left.

You started to get slightly happier and expectant for that night, you could have fun, you wouldn't get too drunk and maybe, if the music wasn't so good for dancing, you could seat and enjoy it. Yeah, a good night.

(...)

Everything you thought that wouldn't happen, happened. You were some long hours into the party, and music was great, surprisingly great. Not some weird music that teens just used as background sound to get drunk and high. Shakira, Britney Spears, Katy Perry, Madonna and Christina Aguilera were sounding all the time, and you couldn't feel happier. That until “Single Ladies” by Beyoncé started, you almost freaked out, and started screaming the lyrics with Ororo.

It was relevant that you were… drunk. Not in the clouds, just drunk enough to feel funny and energized to dance.

“All the single ladies, now put your hands up.” You sang with Ororo while lifting your hands.

Logan, as a totally mature man, he huffed. Single? Huh, if it were up to him, you'd be tied to the bed right now, and not in those shorts that hugged your butt beautifully and in a thin green tank top with thin sleeves. Between both garments he could see the edge of your baby blue underwear and that beautiful, round, adorable bunny tail.

God, you were beautiful, and he was disgusting, he couldn't take his eyes out of your ass and your tail and how you moved your hips smoothly in circles, almost provoking him. On those ‘whoa-oh-oh’ you would move your hips up to the left, up to the right, making your tail bounce.

Was this the karma of provoking you back in the car? Because it was working perfectly, he was hard as a rock.

‘Cause if you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it.’

Oh, he was. If he saw one more man looking at you again, he was putting a fucking ring on your finger if that would make you stay at home with him.

In the blink of an eye, a man appeared behind you, you heard quietness when his disgusting fingers grabbed your buttcheek like he had the right too. The muscular memory to pull against it like you were taught to almost won, it didn't because you saw Ororo’s look in her eyes, a look of displeasure and anger.

Your body tensed at the realization of the situation, and that happening in a matter of seconds, your nails went to sink on his shoulder, only Logan's hand stopping you.

“We are going home.” He said, firmly grabbing your wrist.

You were in the passenger seat now. And you didn't really know how you got there, you supposed Logan had to push you there because you couldn't move, the ghost feeling of that stranger touch, that at the same time felt so familiar.

You were quiet, Ororo and Logan too, but their thoughts were louder than yours, you could almost hear what they were thinking.

Once he pulled over at the mansion, you slowly climbed off the car, putting on your jacket as you walked in. Logan frowns, worried, Ororo had just a concerned look on her eyes as they both follow you in.

You felt almost dizzy, desperate to reach your room, to go and shower, clean yourself up from the touch, from the nonconsensual hands that touched you recently and in the past. The feeling of a dirty touch in your clothes made you want to rip them away. You used to do that since your fur was warm enough for you, but now the feeling seems to have pierced your jeans and burned your clothes. 

You couldn’t hear Logan’s voice calling you, you just went upstairs and locked in your bedroom.

Logan sighed and looked down at Ororo when she spoke. “She just needs to rest, to think.” She began. “I’ve never seen you this worried.”

Logan shrugged. “Don’t know what’s she doin’ to me.” He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Whatever this shit is that i’m fucking feeling, feels like shit.”

“I know what it is.” She gave him a knowing grin. “And you know it too.”

Logan raised an eyebrow, confused, before opening his eyes widely in surprise. “What? I’m not in love with her, Ororo.”

She just chuckled and began heading to her room. “I’ve never said that.”

Fuck. He was one hundred and eighty years old and he fell for the same old trick. He was turning into a silly teen because of a goddamn bunny. 

But god, he knew you weren’t just that, you were the most gorgeous creature he had ever seen in his life, he was the one that got all drunk with you, all bunny-drunk.

He spent the night thinking about you, how were you, how did you feel, could he help you out on something, did you need anything, did you need him? Maybe he was acting like a teen but he couldn’t help it, he was so worried, his heart beated hard in his chest at the thought of you in the state in which he saw you when you came back. When dawn came, he got up like he had nine hours of sleep, when he had just had three, and walked through the mansion, hoping to take a glance at you, but nothing. You weren’t around, Ororo said that you were probably not even awake yet: you could sleep for half a day when one of your episodes hit.

Suddenly, you appeared. You had your curly white hair pinned up, your bunny ears held there too, your face gray of tiredness, wearing some wide black sweat pants and a black hoodie on top. His face lit up when his eyes met your tired figure, while slowly worrying about your state. He didn’t know what to say to you, he couldn’t do the usual ‘good morning’ because it was nearly lunchtime and it was clearly not a good morning.

“Made coffee for you.” He said as taking a sip of his beer, you looked at him with slight surprise. “It’s right there on the machine.”

You smiled gently but tired. “Thanks.”

You sat in front of him with your coffee, putting your feet in the wood base of the chair while quietly drinking as he read the newspaper. Something about the domesticity of the situation made you feel a lot better, his presence being like a bandage to your suffering. You looked up at him and gently smiled.

“You can go to rest more if you want, I’ll wake you up when lunch is ready.” He said, lifting his eyes from the paper.

“I don’t want to be alone anymore.” You said lower than usual. “Although I’ll love to take a nap on the couch.” You said, standing up and stretching.

Once you were on the couch, comfortably resting your head on the edge of the headboard, it didn't take long for Logan to go and sit besides you. He hovered his hands over your body until you gave him a gentle nod, telling him he could touch you. He moved your body so you were on your side, resting your head in the pillow, and he moved behind you to hug your waist in his hands, pulling you closer until you felt his warmth pressed against your back. He sank his nose in your neck, exhaling in relief when he finally got to have you in his arms, his hands caressed your soft fur up and down to get you relaxed.

"Wanna talk about it a bit?" He asked in such a comfortable, warm voice, you couldn't tell him no.

"I almost leaned in." You said. "It was like muscular memory, i got so... normal about harrassment, so used to it that... I almost leaned in."

Logan heard you, that's what you loved about him. He listened, all the time.

"I feel bad about it." You said, caressing his hands.

"Why is that?" He asked while gently pressing your flesh.

"I like the touch, the contact, the sex, the provocation." You said, your fingers started to play with his. "But not from anyone. If I would had the chance to choose, I would've wanted you to touch me."

Logan smiled in your neck and pressed his lips there, leaving a small trail of kisses. Nothing sexual, just loving kisses.

"I am touching you now." He started talkin in your neck. "You like my touch?"

You nodded. "When it's from you, I like it." He gave you a playful bite in your shoulder which made you giggle.

"Listen, bunny, this world is a shit. You went through hell, and of course that type of touch will make you go through it again. I don't want that pain in you, but I know I can't remove it." He gently flipped you around, accommodating a strand of your white hair out of your face. "I just want you to be with you when you need me, to hold you, bun. I know that damn therapist told you that you can have your time alone when you need it, but..." He looked at your ruby eyes, his eyes softened and holding your cheek like you were porcelain. He longed for you, you could see that in his eyes: it wans't something casual to him. "...Whenever you need me, I'll make a fucking whole in the goddamn universe to go find yo-"

"I'm in love with you." You said like it was trapped in your throat. "I'm in love with you, Logan."

[chasedeys]

If Ja’marr managed to drag Joe out of Cincy and take an actual break - where do you think he would take him? 🤔

(Im depressed over the loss so I’ve been trying to think of happy scenarios for the pookies)

hiiiii as per usual this got long wkwkk and idk more delusional than usual and i kept being sad abt everything 😭😭 so:

they're on different states currently i'm pretty sure?? joe back in cincy terrorizing the bengals facility and himself there while ja'marr had his usual acupuncture rehab session back in nola and who knows if they're both still there. probably tbh. i fully support them being away from each other lollll take some time away from work after that shitshow and that unfortunately includes your best friend (who you are in love with etc) who is also your coworker!

i imagine ja'marr being on a social media cleanse (thank fuck i hope he doesn't tweet anything please for the love of god i need them all to shut up why do they do this) so he probably doesn't know that joe is at the stadium until somebody (his dad? sister?) mentions it to him and he's all 'of course he is. he's throwing with dan isn't he.' and he gives joe what a day or two to get it out of joe's system before flying his ass to cincy and nagging at the man to stop trying to twist himself up into a pretzel.

for those few days ja'marr does spend himself because he too needs it ja'marr drives all around nola, shoots the shit with some old high school friends, plays in his old hangouts arcades hooping idk does he hoop i think not, eats out with his family, does chores with his mom, eats his body's worth in nola cuisine that sports nutritionists would weep at, etc etc. (also i thought his son lives with his mom lol i thought she takes care of him when ja'marr's busy with the season apparently his bm does it??? but i imagine he'd spend some time with junior too he loves that baby like crazyyy)

ja'marr sends joe random pics of his days, a snap of his mom nagging at him because he keeps putting needless shit into the shopping cart, a random cat wearing a bell on the sidewalk, the setting sun, a cloud shaped like a football, some seafood boil, some old friends of theirs messing up his dining room table, etc etc. joe replies back in short sentences or just ok emojis. ja'marr doesn't take it to heart. several random times joe sends the world's most shittiest one liners for some reason and ja'marr hypes him up while simultaneously telling him he needs help.

would they go to miami and get joe on a boat 🤗 ja'marr probably tested the waters first lmao if joe would be susceptible to some forceful shenanigans outside of his comfort zone. maybe joe would be like sighing and going yeah sure whatever can't hurt at this point and mainly because he himself wants to put a smile on ja'marr's face. maybe it's like that gq magazine clothes saga/get me the fucking ball where joe realizes that ja'marr wants him on a boat with him via the media (talk to each other for the love of god why does ja'marr keep spilling shit to the media unknowingly making joe realize what he wants via said media 'i didn't know i do it through media' baby please. please.) imagining ja'marr trying to be sneaky getting joe on that fucking boat but joe knows exactly what he's doing because ja'marr can't lie for shit to him and joe just telling him to quit it he'll go on the boat with him ffs and trying to hide his smile when ja'marr starts lighting up in surprised joy (experiencing joy because you brought out joy in someone else!!! doing something outside your comfort zone to put a smile on someone's face!!!!)

maybe they'll miraculously show up for another bball game. pretty sure ja'marr only fucks with the lakers lmao so maybe they pop by for an at home la game (back to la....hmm.....or just their away games nvm. they play at suns again on the 27th lol), break bengalsblr for a second time with their 🤨🤨🤨 matching outfits and weirdly first date vibes. maybe joe will finally drag ja'marr to a ufc game for a change! (i don't actually know any ufc matches...google says the nearest is the 23rd and then dec 8th?? idk any of these people 😭)

doing some shopping?? finding more matching outfits specifically shoes bc apparently that's where they their fashion interests intersect?? god bless if ja'marr makes joe wear one of his chunky interesting boots.

museummm dateessss but specifically national history museums or those space science museums or dinosaurs museums or those creepy oddities museum do you think they'd fuck with that probably not tbh. maybe they switch things up do things that ja'marr wants (boats, bball games, etc) and what joe wants (museums, ufc matches, etc) that's so cute wow. but ja'marr waits patiently as joe nerds out on the fossils and gigantic ass 3d planet renditions and those augmented topography booths where they can move sand and it automatically changes the color projections??? ja'marr remembers joe talking abt this shit one time and does his due diligence researching where it actually is and takes the man there. joe looks on fondly as ja'marr gets into it himself because the science museum offers so many interactive shit even he gets excited for it when originally he just took them there for joe.

late night walks that seem supremely out of character tbh. post clubbing (?) but they find they cannot stand crowds that night for some reason so they walk out and just stroll the midnight away. hanging out on some bridge leaning over railings talking about some easy plays, some insane ones they've made and want to streamline, ja'marr shares some of his cute little bathroom mirror post it notes goals for the season, joe shares that he's considering switching up his throwing arm practices, joe says he wants to do some blocking and tackling exercises and ja'marr tells him to shut the fuck up....okay sure but don't actually try to do it in game unless he absolutely has to. drinking shitty corner store bought beers and making stupid little jokes about their mistakes they can finally make light of under the flickering street lights and shrouded moonlight and blood buzzing slightly from shit alcohol. i don't think they've ever actually been in the position where they won't make the playoffs together. last year joe was injured so it maybe doesn't count idk. playing so fucking well together yet not making it is…..befuddling. so maybe they'll spend some time talking about that and coming to terms on it too. (actual verbal communication...hmmm)

breaking into a random community outdoor basketball court and they didn't find any bballs to play with but there's a dilapidated little football (of course there is. sharing a little smile because of course there's a football in a basketball court for them. out of all the courts they could end up in.) for some reason so they throw and catch with little success joe throws for barely 3 yards but they make each other laugh because 'damn jb that's pathetic' 'well maybe you should run and catch it what are you doing just standing there' and then it turns into a little game of tag and joe straight up tries to tackle ja'marr except he's shit at tackling and ja'marr never goes down on first contact but he lets joe bring him down and they just end up caking their stupid expensive clothes with dust and dirt with lightly scratched elbows and shins, staring up at the night sky with barely any stars, the street lights irritating their peripheral vision, limbs slightly grazing each other's, finally quiet and settled, barely fidgeting like they've been doing these past few weeks.

they both send stupid little snaps (do they use snapchat??? or just instagram ig) to tee who replies back cursing at them for not inviting him. they pop by his place literally the minute he replies that because technically they're just waiting for an 'invite'.

little family get together where joe finally gets to eat the chase family seafood boil??!!?!?!? the chases comforting him too :( they should go to a pet kennel (??? what are these called omg im too tired to search 😭) and pet some dogs and cats for therapy tbh

before joe goes back to spend more time with his fam and ja'marr with his and whatever shit they want to do apart before back to the reality of practices and season games, they watch the la film together. nitpick on each other's game. apologize for their mistakes once and move on with improvements.

in all honesty if i was remotely aware what places to go to in america that would fit these two this'll be a longer list but well

but wait sorry if i can just yap a bit for the team as a whole ngl i think everyone being away from literally everybody in the team would be good for everyone as whole (yes even joemarr from each other and god why tf is joe in the facility ffs) like just keep to yourselves and stay the fuck off twt and ig jesus these dramatic ass men have they never heard of a 2nd acc or even a burner account. like stay with your family and recharge for at least 2 days idk 3 or a whole damn week actually then come back greet each other like you love them and let go of your baggage and start getting your shit together for real. the vibes are terrible it's so confusing you were THE team the past 3 years and the vibes changed to SHIT starting literally WEEK 1 that i believe is from the jamarr contract debacle suddenly playing game 1 and the entire thing finally got put to rest by ja'marr himself (as he should! the thing about joe and ja'marr is they fix their shit! they know they made mistakes and they actually fix it!! he knows the contract stumps his joy from playing so he left it behind and got his groove back literally scored 2 tuddys the next game). but i do hope they all learn how to navigate each other again and actually work together as a team and better their communication. it's kind of funny that they went on that bonding trip only to have the worst bench vibes that same game 😭. snapping at your teammates is normal tbh but letting that shit keep on festering without actually making an effort to fix it is just cancerous and on whatever miracle hail mary some of them still believe they can make the playoffs needs to start there. and maybe some audacious change in play calling lmao just try anything at this point.

ok bye hhh

[charnelhouse]

Hello Charnie ♡ i am dying on my period rn and it got me thinking. that part in no promises where ghost is sitting next to red and she starts crying from her hangover despite having suffered worse bodily injuries kinda reminded me of myself. I've gotten some pretty decent injuries and usually didn't cry. But my period cramps? Lord help me. They will absolutely bring me to the floor crying and whimpering, I don't know what it is about them. But it made me want to write a lil soft simon thing (him and red aren't together yet but I'm tying in golden net and how ghost can always sense when red is in pain)(ghost is in a bad mood for no given reason)(this is so very long im sorry):

It's late as ghost walks down the halls of the barracks. Everyone is already asleep in their small rooms, the only noise is the rasp of his boots and the slight buzz of the florescent lights above. Simon walks quickly, heavily. He wants to go to bed, be done with this hellish day that he'd only grown more sick of as it went on. He tries to curb his agitation, settle his mind if he wants to even have a shot at sleeping.

Sleeping never comes easy for him.

He sighs deep, tries to roll out his muscles as he walks. He tries to curb his sour mood, put a stop to his tension, but his mind swirls with his aggravations, each trying to take center stage in his mind, whooshing around, on the verge of giving him a goddamn headache and—

Suddenly he feels a pull in his chest, in his tummy. His mind abruptly goes quiet. He realizes he's approaching Red's door. Red. Red. He hasn't seen Red all day. He and Price got sent out early, early even for the military, and they hadn't been back till now. He hasn't seen Red all day. The pull gets stronger, he walks faster. Had she been sent out today? Did she return with any injuries? He doesn't like the sensation in his body.

He's now square at her door. His hand twitches at his side, he doesn't want to risk waking her up, but... he hasn't seen her all day. If he could just lay eyes on her, look at her and see she's alright, that'd satisfy him.

He turns the knob and her door opens, and even though it's given him access to what he wanted, now he wants to scold her. Why is your door unlocked? You can't get too comfortable, red, always lock your door. Because it's dangerous and stupid—

His annoyance dissolves instantly when he does finally lay eyes on her. Her little bedside lamp is on, she's all curled in on herself, brows furrowed, fists all balled up. He knows that form, she's hurt, he knew it. She didn't even hear him enter, only opening her eyes and looking towards him once she hears the door shut behind him.

He sees her eyes. There's exhaustion and tears  in them. His stomach drops. It must be bad if she's crying, Foxy's a trooper, she doesn't cry.

"Oh, hi Lieutenant." Her voice sounds weak, unfilled. "How was your guys mission today?"

"Are you hurt?" Disregarding her question, he strides over to her.

She starts to rise and prop herself up, trying to discreetly wipe her face and eyes as she does. "Umm.. no. I mean, not really. I'm fine." She gives him a weak smile.

"You look hurt, Red. What's wrong?" He can't believe she's really trying to lie to him when it's so clear something  is hurting her.

"It's nothing! I'm fine, it's nothing—"

There's more hushed arguing over her obviously false statements. She finally gives it up to him: alright Lt alright. I'm just on my period, that's all, I'm fine. I'm just.. hurting a little from it.

It takes him by surprise. Her period? Cramping has her like this..? Granted, he's a man, what would he know, but... the girl had taken bullets, been sliced open, beaten and bruised. And sure, he had seen her eyes water, anybody's would, but she didn't cry. How bad must these cramps be?

Her voice pulls him out of his thoughts, "Yeah, that's all. But I can't sleep. This off-brand Advil is not working," she chuckles to herself, rubbing a hand over her forehead. "I'd kill for a heating pad."

He quirks his brows. "A heating pad?" He asks lamely.

"Mhm," she gives him a little nod, gestures to her back and hips, "the heat, it feels nice. It helps."

He looks over her again. Her body looks tired. Her sheets and blankets are all tussled about her bed. He wonders how long she's been trying to get comfortable, alleviate the pain. Heating pad. Heat. It feels nice. It helps. He doesn't think they have that on the base. He hates that this pain is keeping her up, she needs to sleep. He moves to her before thinking.

"Here— lay on your stomach for a minute." She gives him a questioning look. "Just do it, Red."

He's at the side of her bed, putting one knee up on it. "Here." Hesitantly, carefully, he splays his palms over her lower back and hips. She tenses slightly at the contact, but then the warmth of his palms seeps through her sleeping shirt, melting onto the skin underneath. She relaxes and sinks, lets out a little moan that he tries so very hard not to fixate on and amplify in his mind.

"Oh my god. Ghost that feels so nice," she breathes out.

He smiles, just a little, under his mask. He's always run hot, much to his own discomfort, but right now it's useful. He's making her feel better. Something is ballooning in his chest.

After a minute, she speaks. "It would feel nice if your hands were right on my skin." She must of realized what she said because she quickly tries to backtrack, "But you don't have to, I was just- it'd just-"

She's so naive. She's got no clue. He'd never deny her anything.

He pushes her shirt up to the middle of her back. Her pretty skin, her battle scars, exposed to him. He's never seen this part of her and she looks like art, sculpted and beautiful. Figures.

He sets his hands back down on her, on to her bare skin. She's warm and so fucking soft. She's so small under him, his large hands on her body. His breath hitches. He tells his brain to knock it off, this is about making Red feel better. That's the mission right now.

She shifts under him trying get his hands where she wants them. He lets her, sinking them in when she finds the spot. He rubs little circles into her with his thumbs.

"There you go, love. Relax." Love. Christ, how did she get him like this?

"Thank you Simon," she says quietly, gratefully. She takes in a deep breath, her body relaxes further. She's got her eyes closed, her lashes rest on the curve of her cheek. Her trust of him is so genuine, different than the usual trust you need in the military. It's the dead of night and she trusts him, Simon Riley, enough to be in her room with his hands on her skin. She's vulnerable, and she trusts him that much. It squeezes at his heart. Ah, that's how.

For a few minutes, he sits with her. Letting his hands drown her muscles and bones with heat. Pressing the rough pads of his fingers into her, gently squeezing her. Occasionally rubbing over the expanse of skin.

"That better Foxy?" No answer. "Foxy?"

He shifts so he can see her face. No tears. No twisted muscles. Good. Her eyes are still closed and she looks peaceful. Breathing steadily.

"You fallin' asleep on me, kid?" He knows he's not getting an answer.

He pulls his hands away from her skin, his body hating the loss of her. He wants to touch her. Hold her. Press his face and lips into her. It pains him to leave her.

But he smooths her shirt back down, covering her from the cold of the room. He pulls the sheets and blankets over her, tucking her in.

He moves up to her nightstand to turn off the light. Her face is half buried in her pillow, knocked out. He smiles at her, he's glad she's not like him, he's glad she can get to sleep easily.

"Goodnight, Red." His hand moves with its own will, pushing her hair off the side of her face that's not buried.

He allows himself to touch her face, just for a moment. The backs of his fingers moving across her cheek. He presses his palm to her, thumb stroking the delicate skin under her eye, a featherlight touch he didn't know he was capable of.

Oh how he ached for her.

He flicks off her light, moving quietly along the tile floor. He casts one more look at her from the doorway and closes the door. Making sure to lock it behind him.

His mind is calm, body no longer carrying its tension, only the sensation of Red's skin under his hands remaining.

Red is asleep, a feeling of accomplishment warmly washes over him. And for the first time all night, Simon thinks he'll be able to sleep.

Omgggg I could die!!! This was absolute perfection. I desperately have needed some ghost inspo to finish mausoleum and this has done it

The below was so on point. Beyond 141, Red would never trust anyone because of how vulnerable she is in a male dominated profession. Love!!!

Her trust of him is so genuine, different than the usual trust you need in the military. It's the dead of night and she trusts him, Simon Riley, enough to be in her room with his hands on her skin. She's vulnerable, and she trusts him that much. It squeezes at his heart. Ah, that's how.

[whoseafraidofliloleme]

𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝.

Summary: Kang YN was only in London to support her sister. Instead she finds love.

W/c: 4.3k 😂.

Genres/Tropes: Written One Shot. Regency au. Bridgerton au. Strangers to lovers. Love at first sight. Fluff. Comedy. I'm not the nicest to Eloise and I am not going to apologise for it.

Permanent Taglist: @honeyhuii @chirokookie @nyxtwixx @clar-iii @centheodd @prdxinvade @hiqhkey @junnniiieee07 @love-4-keum @acciomylove @sproutswonies @youkwim @kpoplover718 @anotherimaginesaccount @ashxxgyu @bubblytaetae @strwberrydinosaur @xiaoderrrr @shinkenprincess-oh

AN: This was supposed to be short and simple, a little fun one shot, Instead Im here with over 4,000 words. This has been a labour of love that I've spent the last week writing so feedback will be very appreciated please. Cause it's so long there's a read more 😂.

Enhypen Masterlist

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

You did not want to be here. This was only the first ball of the season, and you were already done with it all. The only reason you even agreed to come for this season was because you wanted to help Jennie unnie.

A new Duchess, somehow Jennie unnie had become a favourite of the Queen’s and for that reason, you had been roped into coming and helping her out. You didn’t hate that, you thought your brother-in-law, one Kim Namjoon, Duke of Kennington was pretty cool.

That’s a lie, when you first met the guy, you thought he was the biggest nerd ever. It didn’t surprise you in the slightest that your well read, always curious sister found her soulmate in a genius.

They were adorable from start of last season till now. However, what you didn’t want was for Jennie unnie to rope you into helping her for this new season. After the drama of last season, you just wanted to fade into obscurity.

But no, you were stuck at this ball, doing Jennie unnie’s bidding. Looking around and taking notes about what went well and didn’t at Lady Danbury’s ball so you can report to Jennie unnie of how she could make her ball the best on of this season.

The small reprieve was that you’d made friends with Penelope Featherington, who was a brilliant young lady, with wit and charm. You didn’t understand how she wasn’t married to some equally handsome and wealthy lord.

The gentlemen of the ton if you were being honest left much to be desired. These so-called gentlemen. You’d read Lady Whistledown and done your own research into the most popular of them.

You knew Penelope held a flame for the third Bridgerton son but really after what he’d said about her, you personally wouldn’t forgive him but from conversations with Penelope revealed, she was more than ready to forgive if there was a good reason.

Jennie unnie and you had worked hard to make Penelope shine this season, getting her out of the control of her horrible mother, was only the first step. Getting her wonderfully made dresses that suited her was the next. And now here at this ball, making use of your knowledge and your brother’s connections to get Penelope on the radar of the type of gentlemen who would be perfect for her.

You were proud to say that this plan of yours was working. Penelope was happily dancing with a Lord Justin Jeon and from the looks of it, he seemed quite taken with her.

“Miss YN, how is Jennie unnie and brother-in-law? Are they well, Namjoon hasn’t replied to my letters” You heard Mr Benedict Bridgerton. So busy in watching Penelope, you hadn’t seen him come and stand next to you with his younger sister Eloise.

“Unnie is great, Namjoon oppa hasn’t broken anything in quite a few days so all is well in their household. I don���t know why you are worried about your letters not being replied to when you seem to come and crash at my brother’s residence every day it would seem Mr Bridgerton” You replied, turning to give him a smile.

You did like Benedict Bridgerton, he was a good sort and a very good friend to your brother-in-law. What you didn’t like was his younger brother and sister who unfortunately was scowling, looking at Penelope dancing.

“The sister of last season’s diamond shouldn’t be standing on the outskirts of the ball, I say this dance is almost ending. Would you give me the pleasure of the next dance my lady?” Benedict said smiling at you. You couldn’t help but giggle at what he said.

He knew as well as you did that you didn’t enjoy dancing, you never had. Too many instances of having your foot stepped on by men and consequently broken feet because of them had led to you apprehension.

Thankfully you were saved from replying as Penelope and Lord Jeon returned to where you were standing. The bright smile Penelope was wearing had faded in seeing Eloise who from the looks of it was attempting to murder Penelope with her eyes.

The atmosphere had gone from jovial to tense, in a way even Lord Jeon could feel it. Seeing Eloise was seconds away from erupting on Penelope, you made the choice to lead her away, taking her arm without saying anything to the others around and took her towards the refreshments table.

You never got there however as you were bumped into by a gentleman. It seemed like he had been pushed by his friends as they were standing by watching with wide eyes and Penelope looked at you are wondering what your reaction was going to be.

The shock of being bumped into you faded in seconds as you realised that there was lemonade running down the front of your dress. You looked down at your ruined dress, it wasn’t a favourite of yours, but you were still mad, this gentlemen had ruined your dress. You looked up at him ready to shout at him, propriety be damned.

That’s when you noticed the group of gentlemen that had pushed this gentleman in your way. Viscount Park Jimin was laughing with his stupid friends. Not caring about the poor boy who was apologising to you, ignoring him and Penelope’s attempts at calming you down. You made your way to him.

Not expecting you to come to him, Jimin looked at you in shock as you stood in front of him in anger. Although he had expected your anger, he was hoping it would be aimed at the boy he sent to spill his drink on you. Then again, he did want your attention for a reason.

“Milord, you think you are so very funny but in reality, you are not funny and showing yourself to be a child” you said scathingly. This man, he did not deserve to be called a gentleman with how he acted, and you had been dealing with him since before Jennie unnie got married to Namjoon oppa. You didn’t know why he took so much joy out of making fun of you or teasing you.

“Oh, such words from such a pretty mouth, does your dear brother and sister know you have a tongue as sharp as knives” Jimin said, his eyes gleaning with amusement. Every interaction proved his hunch about you correct.

You were the perfect lady for his younger brother. Now all he had to do was get you to interact, fall in love and his younger brother would be set for life. Not to mention, he would get the acute joy of being the annoying older brother that Namjoon wasn’t in your life.

Not dignifying Jimin with an answer, you walked away and went back to Penelope. Telling her that the two of you were leaving.

At home, you ranted and raved to Jennie unnie and brother about how much Park Jimin got on your nerves. Namjoon oppa just laughed, knowing that Jimin only did it to get under your skin and he was testing to see if you were a good match for his younger brother.

Jennie unnie, played the part of sympathetic sister but inwardly thought it was quite good that you’d found your match in terms of arguing, bantering and messing around with.

A few days later, your small little family was having a picnic, you were telling Penelope about some of the shenanigans that came with Jennie unnie’s wedding. Things that never made it into Lady Whistledown.

Your sister stopped you to tell you about how you were having guests for dinner.

“Unnie why are you inviting that heathen of a man Viscount Park. Is it not bad enough that I must deal with him at all the balls, now you want me to have dinner with the man too” You whined. You knew Jimin liked to wind you up and it annoyed you to no end that he succeeded in annoying you. Being made to play nice at dinner was the last thing you wanted.

“My dear sister, we are meeting his younger brother, I haven’t seen Sunghoon since the lad went off to university, you’d like him you know, he’s a good sort” Namjoon oppa told you smiling at the way you refused to admit that despite all the annoying each other, You and Jimin did share a strong sibling bond.

“Well, if he’s anything like that man, I do not want to make his acquaintance” you said before turning to Penelope.

“Do you think if we just turn up at Lady Danbury’s for dinner tomorrow, she’ll kick us out?” you asked Penelope. Who laughed at the absurdity of your suggestion, of course Lady Danbury would kick you out for turning up uninvited.

Logically you knew this but it was nice making Penelope laugh, she had been sombre in the last few days since that unfortunate ball where you had lemonade thrown on you and in the time you went to confront Jimin.

Eloise Bridgerton had found Penelope and it was lucky that the second oldest Bridgerton daughter had left by the time you got there because by the way Penelope had looked, you already annoyed would’ve lashed out at her.

“Madame, I’d think you should meet me before judging me on my brothers’ atrocious manners” A voice you didn’t recognise remarked from behind you. Turning around you saw a beautiful man, with the most alluring brown eyes, his hair styled in the way most men styled their hair but it looked royal on him.

He wasn’t wearing anything extraordinary, but he looked fascinating. You had never cared for handsome men. They were dime a dozen in the London ton but there was something about this handsome gentleman, you wanted to know more about him.

A throat clearing, had you turning to look at your sworn enemy. Park Jimin was smirking at you. Why was he smirking, you still felt in a daze, you hadn’t recovered from gazing at the most handsome man you’d ever seen. It took you a few more seconds to blink and regain your mind.

That is when you made the connection. The reason Jimin was smirking at you, somehow this pest of a man was related to the most handsome man you’d just seen. This was horrible.

Jimin wanted to burst out laughing. You and Sunghoon had been staring at each other for much longer than should have been allowed. The way you both were gazing into each other’s eyes.

If Jimin believed, he would think this was love at first sight. His matchmaking skills were brilliant, last season he got Jennie and Namjoon hyung together and now this season he will get his brother and you together. Maybe with one son married, his mother will leave him alone about marriage.

Sunghoon couldn’t believe he was in the presence of a literal goddess. This lady, sitting with Namjoon hyung and who he presumed was Namjoon hyungs wife and Miss Penelope Featherington. She was the type of lady the poets wrote poems about, the type of beauty that caused wars. He had been blessed by the gods that this beautiful lady was gazing at him.

Sunghoon had been ready to snap at his Jimin hyung when he cleared his throat and took your attention away from him. But in looking at his hyung, he saw that self-satisfied look in his eye. Oh lord help him, his brother planned this. He had something up his sleeve.

In any other situation, Sunghoon would try to get out of whatever scheme his brother had cooked up. They generally didn’t end well for Sunghoon, it was either lectures from his mother or lectures from his father.

He hasn’t decided which was worse, his father’s disappointment or his mother’s exasperation at his antics. Even though he tried to explain that it was never his fault but no one believed him.

His hyung was an expert at getting out of trouble and making sure that Sunghoon got into it. However, in this case if it involved this beautiful lady, he would happily go along with his hyungs scheme. For once this scheme would be in his favour, he would get to reap the benefits of it.

“So, YN are you still unhappy about Jimin and his brother joining us for dinner” Jennie unnie teased. Glaring at her, you saw everyone looking at you are awaiting your reply. The temptation to get up and run was real but that was far from lady like behaviour. Thankfully you were saved from replying by a sudden unexpected summer storm.

The rain saved you and you would forever be grateful to that. The rain also gave you a wonderful view of handsome men in wet clothing. You knew Jennie unnie was admiring Namjoon oppa, Penelope was very openly looking at Jimin’s six pack that had become obvious with his shirt sticking to his chest. In that same vein, you were having the time of your life looking at Park Sunghoon, dripping wet.

Dinner that night was an interesting affair for the whole family. Jennie unnie, Namjoon oppa and Jimin were not even hiding the fact that they’re matchmaking scheme was working brilliantly. Penelope was amazed at how you went from a young lady that never blushed or cared for a gentlemen’s attention, was preening, swooning and smiling beautifully at Park Sunghoon.

Then again Park Sunghoon was acting the exact same way. Penelope had never seen a man prouder of himself for being the reason a lady smiled. It was adorable to see how enchanted with each other you both were.

Penelope had the privilege of seeing a love match being made right in front of her eyes. She’d seen the previous matches of Daphne and Anthony; it was known in the ton that Bridgerton’s only ever had love matches.

Penelope had even had a hand in helping these couples. Probably not in the best way but her whole point was to show a mirror to the ton of their hypocrisies. It made sense why Eloise hated her, most of the time Penelope hated herself for what she had done. Penelope shook her head, looking back at the sweet beginnings of a love she hoped would last a lifetime.

You couldn’t help yourself in how you kept glancing at Sunghoon. That felt new, he had given you leave to use his first name. It felt almost illegal to be able to say his first name. This man had come out of nowhere into your life and it was only the second meeting, first actual conversation and you wanted all his attention on you all the time.

You wanted to unravel all his secrets, know each and every thing about him. Stand by his side during the bad, horrible and absolutely dreadful times. You also wanted to be there during the good, happy and blissfully content times.

You didn’t believe in love at first sight but that is what it seemed to be happening here with you. You didn’t understand it, how did this man completely make you want to live a life as his wife when you barely knew each other.

“That is what courting is for dear sister, to get to know this man you want to spend your life with” You turned to Jennie unnie confused and then looked around the dining room, the men it seemed had gone into the smoking room, not that any of the men smoked but they were probably gossiping more than you ladies were. It wasn’t unheard for you to get so carried away in your own thoughts that you completely miss what is going on around you.

“Did I completely miss the end of dinner? Lord help me I’m making such a fool in front of Sunghoon” You cried appalled, this was just what you needed for your future husband to think that you were one of those ladies that spent more time wool gathering than actually doing lady like pursuits.

Namjoon once, the men were in his office. Turned to Sunghoon. He knew exactly what he wanted to say to his maybe not even maybe future brother in law. After tonight’s dinner it was only a matter of time before Sunghoon became a part of your small little family.

“Sunghoon it should go without saying that my priority is my sister. You have no doubt heard from your brother how dear she is to me. Therefore, I should let you know that you aren’t the only person to come enquiring about YNs hand, whether it be wanting to court her or bringing a proposal” Namjoon told Sunghoon and Jimin. Though he was sure that it didn’t mean anything as YN had told him her opinions of these various gentlemen and the simple fact that she didn’t like them enough to marry or be courted by them.

Jimin looked at Namjoon confused, this information was something Namjoon had kept from him, which was unfair of him. Jimin should be aware of how much competition his brother has. More importantly Jimin needs to know their names so he can tell them to back off from his future sister-in-law.

Sunghoon didn’t know how to react to the information presented to him. He was at war with himself about how to react with this information.

On the one hand there was jealousy and the other hand there as fear. He was jealous of the gentlemen that had shown interest in you already and the fear was what if you already had feelings for one of these gentlemen.

Which wasn’t an issue, he was willing to fight for you. If he had to show you that he was the perfect gentlemen for you then he will. This dinner only solidified his feelings for you and now he couldn’t wait to court you.

“Namjoon hyung, I will be asking YN to dance with me twice at the next ball and before I leave tonight, I’d like to ask for her hand in courting. Her opinion is first and foremost to me, even more than yours hyung” Sunghoon said. He knew that what he said was out there and that this might ruin his standing with Namjoon hyung. But it was important for Namjoon hyung to know where exactly he stood when it came to you.

“You want to court me? After the fool I’ve been making of myself in front of you” Sunghoon heard YN say from behind him. He turned to look at her, there she was standing behind him asking him the silliest question. Which solidified that he was falling in love with the right person for him.

“Madame, you have intrigued me from the beginning and the more I find out the more I want to sit with you and talk about every single thing in the world. Not just that but I hate balls, the fakeness of these events is tiring to say the least but with you, I want to go to every ball because it gives me the opportunity to dance with you, show off to the entire ton that I have the most beautiful lady on my arm” Sunghoon said, looking you straight in the eye. He was praying that this speech of his had endeared you to him, that he had a chance to win your love.

You didn’t know how to reply to him. This was something that you dreamed of. Finding the man of your dreams, who saw you and wanted to get to know you. This was unreal and you were so shocked that you just nodded to his question. You couldn’t wait to start this new adventure.

That night was spent staying up with Jennie unnie and Penelope giggling about the fact that you were now courting and you had a suitor.

Since Sunghoon had become your suitor. You didn’t have a dull day. Everyday there were flowers coming from Sunghoon. You didn’t know much about the language of flowers but Penelope took much pleasure in telling you all the meanings of the flowers Sunghoon was sending you.

It was getting to the point that Jennie unnie was giving the flowers away because she had run out of rooms to put the flowers in. With the flowers, Sunghoon would come calling, as early was allowed for men to come calling.

At some point, Namjoon oppa told Sunghoon to just come for breakfast. So, for the last few weeks you’d been having breakfast with Sunghoon. If Sunghoon couldn’t come in the morning, then he would come around in the afternoon to take you on promenades.

Every single ball that you both found yourselves at, Sunghoon was writing his name in your dance card. Making sure that he was dancing with you for your favourite dances.

If you were being honest, you knew you were in love with Sunghoon. How could you not fall in love with this gentleman that was doing all that he could to make you his. Every conversation that you had, the things that you kept on finding out about this man was making you fall deeper and deeper in love with him. You had confided in Jennie unnie and Penelope that if Sunghoon didn’t propose soon then you would be asking him to marry you. Unheard of for women to be the one asking but you were getting impatient and wanted to marry Sunghoon already.

Now it was halfway through the season, and you were having the time of your life being courted and falling in love with the gentleman courting you. Jennie Unnie’s ball was tonight, it was the marking of the halfway point of the season. It was crazy that you didn’t want to be a part of this season and now you were having so much fun that you didn’t want the season to end.

Your sister and brother-in-law were greeting people and you were around the ballroom making sure everything was going well there.

Penelope was going back and forth with you about the dinner table and kitchen. Making sure its all going perfectly. The Queen had already made her appearance, she seemed very happy with this ball.

She made a small speech and then left in a flamboyant manner fitting of a queen. She was also very interested in your courtship with Sunghoon. You were pretty sure she had told Jennie unnie that she would sponsor the wedding.

A hand on your arm made you turn to the person who touched you. Seeing that it was Sunghoon you smiled. He tilted his head towards the orchestra that were starting to play music for the waltz. Nodding your head, you let him lead you onto the dancing area. Holding you close, both of you danced. You thought it would be similar to your other dances. Neither of you were a fan of talking during dances so you enjoyed the silence when you danced. Just the music and Sunghoon holding you close were the only things that mattered.

“The last few months have been the most wonderful times of my life. Never have I been happier that I listened to Jimin hyung and came to London for the season. My life was boring and without colour before you Kang YN. You have brought fun, excitement and a whole rainbow into my life. I just have one question, will you do me the honour of being my wife?” Sunghoon said as you were dancing. You looked at him in shock. Did he just propose while you were dancing, had you just imagined that you didn’t know what just happened.

“Milady if you are going to reject me, please let me know” Sunghoon said as he walked with you from the dance floor to where you had been before standing with Penelope.

Turning to Sunghoon to give him his reply, you stopped. Just looked in his eyes, you both had a few conversations in those moments, unsaid words, things neither of you were brave enough to voice but could be conveyed through your eyes.

“Well after such an impassioned proposal, how can I say no.” You said to Sunghoon a little loudly. Knowing that all those around you were listening to this conversation. After hearing what you said, Jennie unnie came barrelling towards you and swept you into a hug. She was so happy for you. Namjoon oppa was happy you were happy, and it was so obvious how much Sunghoon loved you. Once your sister let go of you, Namjoon oppa gave you a short hug and let Penelope hug you tightly as well. After the hug, you saw Jimin smirking at you.

“I am not living with this man. Once we are married, your brother is not allowed in our home” You said to Sunghoon, that made both men laugh but Jimin stopped when he saw that you had a blank expression. You were being serious. Just as he was going to retort, you burst out laughing.

“Oh dear sister, you had me there. I was about to use my status to make sure I can visit my brother and new sister” Jimin said jokingly. He would never pull rank on you and Sunghoon. He would turn up regardless of your wishes anyway but you both knew that the teasing was your way of showing affection to each other.

“Well now we have to tell the Queen, shes very adamant that this wedding she sponsors ends better than the last one” Jennie unnie said. She was slightly put out that she wouldn’t get to plan your wedding like you had helped her.

But with the Queen footing the bill, you had to go with whatever she wanted. Although considering the Queen wanted this wedding to be a success, she may be more willing to let you sisters have the things you wanted at your wedding.

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

[endless-ineffabilities]

chem override 11: screaming, crying, throwing up

phias message in the group chat is so me, i went to hospital for the first time earlier this year and broke the news to my friends like "sup fuckersssss 😎😏🤟🔥🔥 guess who's in the emergency roooooooom🚨🤪🥴"

"You are okay, which means Ewan is okay" - this line honestly floored me, its so sweet seeing how much he loves her. im going to eat them both, put them right in my mouth and keep them warm in my tum

oh goodness the standoff

matt is super good with his words ill give him that. It's so interesting to see them go head to head cause we can see how different they are in how you write them. Ewan's scared of losing so he's blurting out whatever he can to sort of fend off Matt, but Matt's got that post coital cockiness and is really firm in the fact that he wants darling and is making it KNOWN to ewan. I really think writing in Ewan's perspective was a brilliant choice, we really got to see his turmoil and feel firsthand how scary matts persistence is.

AND THEN YOU JUST FUCKING FLOOR US WITH MATT'S CONFESSION. we're all coming off that adrenaline high from the standoff, we're like damn matts confident as FUCK and then we get HIT with his soft words. Honestly i was about to cry. I really wasn't expecting matt to fall this hard for darling, i thought it would be casual, no feelings hurt either way but matts fallen too far and hearing him admit his fear of losing her to ewan broke me. someone's going to have their heart broken and darling's going to have to live with that guilt.

VACATION TIME

freddie and fabs are the gossiping aunties that have decades of drama locked in their craniums, i cant wait for the shit they stir

- ✨ anon

I'm going through all your messages like its my favourite weekly newsletter <3

The way Ewan got angry at Phia for being so nonchalant about darling's accident had me blushing I can't lie. Does she not know that Ewan is going insane with worry??? 😅

Matt: the balls on this kid I swear *points at Ewan* 😂😂😂

Ewan IS coming off a bit foolhardy. He wears his heart on his sleeve. But he might surprise yous in part 12!!! If Matt stole your hearts with the confession... then Ewan... oh you'll see.

Freddie and Fabs = ✨️👯‍♀️✨️

[ultimatedetectivequeen]

Kyoko, why did you choose to be Shuichi's mistress instead of marrying Makoto? Shuichi already has mistresses besides you, won't you be jealous of him?

Lewd topics lie below!

(Technically NTR, but barely)

"Don't get me wrong, Makoto is lovely and all, but I have certain needs as a woman. One of those needs is having an obedient toy who is good at doing their job. All it took was politely asking Kaede and the others for them to share that experience with me." Kyoko explained as she walked down a set of dorms separate from her own class, before stopping at Kaede Akamatsu's room.

Ding Dong!

Kyoko patiently waited before the door eventually swung open.

"Kyoko! I'm so glad you could make it!" Kaede greeted cheerfully.

"Of course, Kaede. I'm the one who requested this, after all."

"Oh right, that was sweet of you. But I kinda figured you were already secretly screwing him with how much he talks about you. Anyway, come on in! Most of the other girls were busy today, but Maki was able to make it. She sorta already started, though..." The pianist informed with an amused expression as she let her upperclassman inside, allowing her to see the twin-tailed girl in question, sitting on Kaede's be— was that Shuichi under her?

"Sup Kyoko?" The assassin greeted casually, not at all embarrassed that she had her bare ass out and was gently grinding on her classmate's face.

"Mmph!" The poor boy attempted to greet his upperclassman, raising one of his hands that rested on Maki's sizable cheeks.

"Oi! Did I say you could stop?" The stone-faced girl started to grind harder once his tongue stopped moving for a moment.

"Geez, go easy on him, Maki!— You're doing great, sweetheart!~ Keep that tongue moving, and me and Kyoko will give you a reward!~" Kaede crawled onto the bed and poked the tip of his member, giggling when it twitched and erected further.

Upon hearing his sweetheart's words of encouragement and enticing offer, Shuichi gripped the thick ass cheek's resting on his face and begun to move his tongue furiously, making Maki uncharacteristically gasp in surprise.

"Hah!~ I-Is that really all it took for you to take initiative? Boys..." She sighed as she tried to suppress her moans to no avail.

"What is it we'll be rewarding him with, exactly?" Kyoko questioned, looking at Kaede.

"Oh, just an idea that I've had for a while~" She got up and whispered her plan in Kyoko's ear.

"Hm, you never told me you had good taste, Kaede."

—————

"Hehe~ told you we could drive him crazy by doing this~" The Ultimate Pianist giggled at the sound of her sweetheart's muffled moans as she stroked his shaft delicately with both of her hands.

"I never doubted you. Frankly, I've dreamed of being able to do this~" The lilac-haired girl smirked in satisfaction as she massaged her apprentice's heavy balls with one hand and used her other to finger his prostate.

"HMMPH!~" Even with his moans muffled, it was crystal clear that the boy was in a state of absolute bliss.

"D-Don't you fucking dare stop now, Shuichi!~" Maki cried out as the boy continued to eat her out.

"You hear that, Shuichi?~ Good boys make their mistress feel reaally goood~ And only good boys get to cum~ So be a good boy and really let her have it, sweetheart~" The second that Kaede had finished speaking, Shuichi audibly began to give his all into making out with his classmate's fat ass.

Maki started to make unintelligible grunting noises.

"...Is she okay?" Kyoko gave a genuinely concerned look.

"Don't let up till' she cums, Shuichi!~" Kaede ordered and looked over to Kyoko. The two shared a nod, and sped up their efforts, resulting in Shuichi doing the same.

"Oh SHIT!—IMGONNACUMIMGONNACUMIMGONNACUM—"

"IM GONNA FUCKING CUM!~"

Maki spoke for herself and the boy beneath her as she shouted at the top of her lungs.

Kyoko and Kaede watched in amazement as Shuichi's cock started spewing a thick rope of cum that shot straight up into the air before literally raining down on them and painting their faces white.

Kyoko took a moment to catch her breath.

"Phew... that was— Mmmph!!~" She started to speak before the blonde beauty beside her pounced and crashed her lips onto Kyoko's, passionately making out with the girl like there was no tomorrow.

Kyoko thinks she might be in heaven.

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Settlement

hiii feel free to ignore this if ur not taking request(im sorry if thats the case) but i love your roman angst fics and i know this isnt very specific but could you make some more roman hurt/comfort with janice? other than that i just really want to say is your writing is excellent, i think how you describe wanting to disappear really accurately(if that makes sense lol). as someone who has many issues with that when you write it it makes it feel more real. <3 – anon

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Warnings: none

Pairings: roceit, can be platonic or romantic you decide

Word Count: 1375

Some rivalries are best put to rest.

    "Hey, you okay?"

Roman looked up and quickly wiped his eyes. Janus stood a few feet away, hands twisted into his cloak. "Yes. I'm—I'm fine."

He scuffed his boot against the carpet. "Well, you don't seem fine."

Shit. "Look—" he pushed himself to sit a little straighter, plastering a smile on his face— "really, really, I'm okay."

Janus gave him a look, eyes narrowing. Roman swallowed. His hands balled into fists and he looked down.

"Just go away, please?"

I'm not gonna cry in front of you. I'm not going to fucking cry in front of you. You're not getting the satisfaction.

Distantly, he heard footsteps get closer, then rustling of clothes as someone sat next to them.

"…I know I may not be the someone you want to talk to," came the quiet voice, "but I…"

He swallows.

"Obviously I'm capable of leaving you like this."

Roman's fists clenched. "You're never had a problem leaving me like this before."

Janus makes a noise of surprise. "I've never left you like this!"

Anger flared bright and bitter and Roman's head snapped up, glaring. "Yes, you have, I've just never let you see it!"

At the sight of Janus' mouth falling open in shock, he drew back a little. He's—okay, he may have never let Janus see how badly he was hurt, but he'd never seen Janus so visibly hurt. Not like this, at any rate. He decided he didn't like it.

After a few seconds, he looked at the ground again, absentmindedly chewing his lip.

Shouldn't have yelled. Should've been nicer. After all, here Janus was, genuinely trying to be supportive and what was Roman doing? Being a jerk, like always, and it's not Janus' burden to suffer.

"Just leave," he mumbled, hugging his knees to his chest, "you don't have to feel bad about it or anything. I'm sorry I yelled at you."

He missed the way Janus looked over, hurt and guilt fading behind concern as he watched goosebumps begin to rise under the thin white sleeve of Roman's costume. He missed the way his expression softened further, gaze flicking over his face once more. He missed the way Janus took a deep breath, as if pondering something, before letting it out as he came to a decision.

"Hey," he said quietly, nudging Roman until he looked up, "I'm going to do an impression of you."

Roman's chest clenched. If Janus was just going to mock him—

He gasped as warm hands cupped his cheeks, gentle fingers tucking bits of hair behind his ears.

"Shh," Janus murmured, his voice gentler than Roman had ever heard it, "I know it doesn't feel like it right now, but it's going to be alright. You're going to be okay. I'm right here."

Roman's eyes widened, breath catching in his throat. Janus shifted closer, one hand cupping the back of his head as another began to gently brush the tears from his face.

"I know it's hard right now," he murmured, still far, far too soft, "but you're doing great. I'm here for you, however you want me to be."

"H-how—"

A bit of the Janus he recognized reappeared as he smiled. "I told you, I'm doing an impression of you."

Roman stared at him, gaze darting over his face to try and find the lie, the trick, the deception that must be there. "But how did you—"

"Figure out it's what you needed too?" He brushed away another tear. "It's like you said, isn't it? 'We all eventually become the person we needed when no one was there?'"

"…you remember that?"

Janus blinked, a light pink dusting the top of his ears as he looked away. "I do listen to you, Roman."

If the warm hands on his face weren't still sending volts and jitters through his body, perhaps he wouldn't have asked. But the tenderness had blindsided him and he did.

"…what else is in this impression of me?"

"Well, normally, you ask if someone wants advice or if they just want you to listen." Roman nodded, still taken aback that Janus knew that. "Are you asking why I didn't do that?"

At his nod, Janus smiled and shifted, easing a cramp in his leg.

"I've seen you ask Patton and Logan," he said, "and the two of them jump to giving you advice, don't they? As if you haven't already thought of plans A-Z and tried everything yourself, Creativity."

The role, thrown in his face so often, sounds dangerously close to an endearment as it leaves Janus' mouth.

"So I figured you probably wouldn't want that."

Janus…knew that. He'd watched—he'd seen Patton and Logan try to help him when he was upset. And somehow he'd known—he knew it was wrong.

Guilt about snapping at him earlier settled heavily in his stomach.

"I didn't know you cared."

Janus paused, hands stilling. He swallowed, ears flushing again but this time, he held his gaze.

"I do," he said clearly. "Care, that is."

Far away, a car drove down the street, dull roars fading into silence. Roman swallowed and nodded.

Fuck it.

"Yeah?" Janus smiled as Roman inched a little closer. "Would you like some comfort?"

Roman nodded again, almost frantically. Janus just held out his arms.

"C'mere, then."

The angle was awful. Their knees were in each other's ribcages. Their shoulders wouldn't fit together. The sofa started digging into their legs, but it was perfect.

When was the last time someone held him like this?

"Hang on, let me just—" Janus moved his leg, sitting almost sideways on the sofa so Roman could scoot into the open space— "there."

One hand cupped the back of his head, another rubbing his back. He was so there, so warm and solid and so much better than sitting alone in the dark on the cold couch. The sobs he'd worked so hard to trap in his chest tore from his throat.

"Hey, hey," came the soft voice, "shh-shh-shh, it's okay, you're safe."

He felt the hold on him shift as Janus started to pull away and flailed, grabbing hold of him before he could let go. Sillily, selfishly, stupidly—

"Whoa, whoa, easy sweetie, I'm not going anywhere?" A finger tilted his chin up. "Are you okay? Am I hurting you? No? Okay."

Slowly, the arms returned, holding loosely at first before Roman whimpered and it tightened.

"Let it out," Janus murmured, "it's okay. I won't go anywhere."

He cried.

Janus held him the whole time, occasionally murmuring things like you're safe, I've got you, or try and match your breathing to mine, that's it, or shh, shh, I'm right here, I'm right here.

Eventually, he sagged against him, exhausted. Janus chuckled gently, helping him adjust until he was practically dipped in his arms. He brushed away some of the hair and smiled as Roman shifted, wiping his face with his sleeve.

"That seemed like a lot," he said quietly, "you feel any better?"

"Face is all poufy. And my head hurts."

"Yeah, crying will do that."

"Which one?" Janus just grinned. Roman sniffled again.

"Thank you."

Instead of something like no problem, or you owe me, Janus suddenly looked nervous. "I, um, forgot something. Of my impression of you."

"What?"

Janus leaned down and slowly pressed a kiss to his forehead.

Oh.

Oh.

Why did you do that? How did you know I do that? How many times have you seen me do that? How many times have you wanted to do that? How come I didn't get to kiss you first?

What came out instead was: "You're gonna make me cry again."

"Okay," Janus whispered, kissing his forehead again, "crybaby."

The nickname never sounded so sweet.

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[soxcietyy]

Doll house

In a world where females are not commonly born you are kidnapped and taken to the kingdom of Valgore to be sold off to whoever can afford you. The General of the knights Yuta Okkotsu who isn’t sure if he wants a wife, takes you in but you arnt going to make his life easy by submitting yourself to him.

Tw: bad language, violence, drinking, beating, woman being mistreated, abuse, murder, rape, things that may trigger people.

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Chapter 13

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It was something you've never experienced before. Walking out of the carriage to a row of guards greeting you. Everyone bowing their respects to the generals wife as you walk down the row. Holding tight onto your husbands arm. "Welcome General glad to see you made it." Itadori says guiding you both inside. The second you stepped inside the ball room loud music played. They had a live orchestra playing in a corner. They wore all black as they played their instruments elegantly. The floor was made of white tiles that seemed so clean you could eat off of them. The walls covered in a beautiful wall a paper that had an orange tint to it and red floral designs. The chandeliers dangled from the roof shining their bright diamonds and of corse the beautiful stair case that lead to the party. The room was filled with people dressed their best. It almost made you feel anxious.

"Common keep walking, when you arrive at a royal ball the first thing you must do as the generals wife is greet the royal court." He whispered into your ear. You gave him a light nod and followed. Making sure not to bump into anyone. Walking past these people your received many stairs. Some of them looking more judgmental than others. "Yuu," you say wanting him to hurry up but this man would be greeted by almost every person that saw him.

"Hm?" He looks down at you.

"Can you hurry up so we can sit down? My feet hurt." You lie wanting to get away from the huge crowed.

"Of course my love," he says saying goodbye to whoever he was speaking to. Making your way across the room you finally made it to the queen and king who sat in their thrones.

"Greetings to the king and queen. May peace and happiness be with you." Yuta says bowing. You quickly follow along not wanting to disrespect them.

"Yuta my boy you may stand and so may your wife." The kings says with a laugh. "I'm so glad you could come. I hope to see some kids soon no?" He smiles.

"Of course my king, I can't wait for you to meet them. I hope they look up to you as much as I do" he says.

"Your taking good care of your wife right? The queen asks looking at you  with a soft smile.

"Of course, my wife comes first no matter what. I'll even risk my life for her." Yuta looks down at you.

Your cheeks turn pink seeing how he looked at you with those soft eyes.

"And your daughters king?" Yuta said looking around wanting to greet them. Now that you thought of it their was no sight of them. Not even Rika who Yuta primary looked after since she was the one who always got herself into trouble.

"Their walking around Im sure you'll bump into them." He says pointing into the crowed. Both of you bowed once more as you excuse yourself from them.

"You did good," Yuta says leading you to the other side of the room.

"Yuta I didn't do anything though." You say confused.

You made it to a small area where couches where set. There sat Gojo and his wives. Drinking the glasses of champagne they brought to them.

"Good evening" you say greeting them. You take a seat around the circle of woman their was. The other side had the husbands which consisted of Yuta, Gojo, and other men.

They wore beautiful gowns tonight. Colors that complimented their skin and each other. They wore fine jewelry and flower hair pieces that matched each other.

"How have you been y/n?" Willow asks handing you a cup. You gladly accept it and let out a slight sigh. "It's been a bit hectic." You confess.

"Oh we feel you! How have you adjusted?" Reyna asks. You looked at her surprised seeing how she spoke more than last time you saw her.

"Very well actually It's my new norm now." You laugh, "how about you?"

"We'll… Im pregnant," she lets out a small laugh as she rubbed her stomach.

You eyes widen seeing her stomach had a small bump. Their was no way she had gotten pregnant so quickly. Quicker than Willow and Luna that have been with him for years.

"Gojo had a slip up and well she got pregnant." Luna says.

"We tried to convince him to get all of us pregnant at the same time but he refused saying he wasn’t ready to take care of 3 kids or more. So we have to wait our turn I guess." Willow glares at Gojo from afar.

"Everything has its own time," you say taking a sip of champagne. "I think patients is the most important thing. Their is no need to rush things." You hold Willows hand.

"I know but sometimes I feel like he’s playing favorites." Willow gripped her dress.

"Oh common guys he couldn’t possibly do that. He loves all of you equally. I’m sure Reyna is just getting special treatment since she’s new. He probably wants her to adjust." You say hoping to make them feel better.

" soooo when are you planning to have a kid?" Luna whispers.

You smile awkwardly knowing well that was something you haven't discussed yet with Yuta. Nor do you know if he even want any. You look at his direction seeing how he sat there smiling at the group of people he spoked too. "We'll we haven't even done anything of that sorts." You say. Fiddling with your fingers on your lap as you held the cup. You couldn’t even imagine such a thing happening. You and him together? In a bed doing the devils tango? That had to be such a silly dream seeing busy he is too. Man can’t even find time to take a break.

"I'm not sure if I should be shocked or not. Common y/n do you even know how to do the deed?" Willow crosses her arms.

You shake your head awkwardly. It was the truth. You’ve never done it nor have you ever thought of it. It was something that you said you would worry about when the time came.

"We'll let me tell you. You put that boy on the bed. Strip him of and just jump onto it." Willow says with a smirk.

"Willow! Ugh don't listen to her. Everyone has their own way of seducing a man. Since Willow is so outgoing and unafraid she does it as if she owns him. You do it how you want." Luna says holding your hand.

"Operation get y/n into bed tonight!" Willow yells.

"I don't really think that's necessary," you say shyly.

"Oh y/n it is necessary. You need to show him who's boss!" Luna says as they come together closer.

"Alright y/n you going to walk up to Yuta wrap your hands around his neck and whisper something into his ear. Then your going to look at him and wink at him and come back here pretending nothing happened!" Luna squeals.

"Guys I don't know about this..." you say trying to get their attention. How did this conversation quickly turn into this? Why couldn’t this be a normal night?

"I got it! Your going to say, you, me bedroom tonight." Reyna chimes in.

They all cheer and pull you up from your seat. All of them fixing you up while giving you a boost of confidence. "You’ve got this! Don’t freak out the last second" Reyna fixes a few flyaways. Eventually they threw you to his direction. Your hands began to sweat. You look back at them to see them giving you thumbs up. You wipe your hands onto your dress. You look at him talking to his friends as you approached him.

You can feel your heart racing like crazy. This wasn't you. You wernt capable of doing something like this. What would he even think of you after? He going to know someone put you up to this. This was definitely not your characteristic. Being bold was something that didn’t describe you. More like shy and determined. Isn’t seducing the partner the guys job? Back home you friend would describe how her husband swooned her in bed. How he spoke to her seductively in bed. Though you couldn’t imagine Yuta like that. He looked so kind and sweet to do that. Maybe it was your job? But before you could over think even more you watched as the group of men stood up suddenly. How they all bowed together and lifted their heads up with a smile. Then and a girl ran up and clinger onto him. Onto the man that was supposed to be your husband. Your world came crashing down. You stood there shocked looking at what was in front of you.

You saw how her hands wrapped around his neck. How she closed the gap between them so tightly. How she pressed her forehead onto his. How he smiled back so sweetly at her. After accepting your marriage, after actually beginning to grow fond of him, this is what you get in return? She smiled at him and he smiled at her so kindly. It looked as if they were a couple. He slowly placed her down onto the floor. Her purple dress flowing at the same time. Her hair done beautiful with gem stones in it. You couldn’t lie she was gorgeous. Yet she looked so young to be clinging onto a man like that.

Gojo looked towards your direction shocked to see you looking at them. "Oh he's in trouble," Gojo said walking to you. "Y/n how about we go back with my girls no? I know you may be upset right now and you have all the right but you can't express yourself here. She's the princess after all and will have you executed if she wanted too. Trust me when I say that he’s only doing that because she’s royalty." Gojo says putting his hand in your back making you walk to his girls. "She’s crazy believe me you don’t want to mess with her" Gojo warned.

"Are you sure it’s because of that?" You look at him with teary eyes.

Gojo winced knowing he was weak to crying woman. "Of course! I know he loves you so much that he even gets morning wood every time he wakes up just thinking of you." Gojo lied.

"Y/n? Great timing! Let me introduce you to the princess." Yuta said causing you and Gojo to turn around.

"What a fucking idiot." Gojo cursed under his breath and walked you to Yuta. You walked towards them leaving Gojos grasp. "Good evening princess Rika. It's a pleasure to finally meet you." You say bowing down with a half hearted smile.

Now that you were face to face with her she seemed so young. She couldn't possibly be your age. She was also smaller. Looking around 5'0 feet. She smiled at you as she looked at you up and down.

"It's nice to finally meet Yuu's wife. He must treat you very well right?"

Rika tilts her head.

"Of course he treats me so greatly. I'm so glad he saw something in me. If it weren't for that I wouldn't be here." You say grabbing onto his arm.

"Of course I taught him how to treat a lady after all. If it weren't for me he wouldn't know much. I was his first for almost everything after all." Rika giggled grabbing onto Yutas other arm.

Yuta looked panicked seeing this was a great mistake. He looked around frantically for help. He met Gojos eyes and his lieutenant just shook his head not wanting to be part of this mess. "Oh love are you okay? You look like you have a fever!" Yuta exclaimed as he put the back of his hand into your forehead.

"Huh? What are you talking about I'm fine." You cross your arms.

"Stop pretending, you always pretend nothing is wrong because you feel like you ruin my fun. But you come first okay? Let's go sit down." Yuta says hugging you.

You peak from his shoulder too see Rika glaring at you. Something told you to play along now. Maybe Gojo was right about not messing with her. "Yu! Can you carry me? My knees feel weak." You say wrapping your arm around his neck. Still holding eye contact with her you couldn’t resist but smile. He swiftly picked you up and carried you back to your spot leaving Rika standing there. "Sorry I didnt know she was going to act that way." Yuta said under his breath as he sat down with you. You accepted his apology. Their was nothing he could do at all due to her being royalty. It would be seen as a act of disrespect that could potentially cause him to loose his job.

He now had you on his lap. You were embarrassed seeing how people looked at you but no one dared to say anything to the general. Maybe now was the right time. Once again you wrapped your hands around his neck and leaned into his ear. With the music playing loudly you had to make sure he could hear what you had to say. "Yuu," you say waiting to see if he could hear you.

"Yes?" He responds back holding your waist so you won't fall.

"If your really sorry come to bed with me tonight." You say into his ear. You felt his grip on you tighten suddenly.

"Of course we can sleep together. Are you trying to say you want to cuddle?" Yuta says.

"No you know exactly what I mean Yuu." You say trying to lean back to look at him but his had immediately landed on the back of your head preventing you to look at him. You could see how his ears turned a bright shade of red. He also didn't know you could feel his heart racing like crazy. "If that's what my love want that's what she'll get..." he finally responds. "Your feeling better no? How about you go back to your friends for now. I have to speak to Gojo about something." Yuta says letting go of you still not showing his face.

"Alright I'll see you later Yu! Love you" you say. His head quickly turned to look at you. His face flushing furiously. "I love you too!" He says before going back to his spot.

Walking back to your space you could see all the girls grins.

"I did it!" You say sitting down.

"That's our girl!" Willow says handing you a champagne glass.

All of them brought their glasses up in the air and cheered. "Let this be a magical night for y/n" Luna laughed.

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"Mahito prevent any more trading with our neighbors and send them a dead pig head." Rika said as she looked at you laughter and smile from afar.

"I didn't want to do this but they left me no choice. Poor girl is going to end up like my older sister… Six feet under the ground." Rika chuckled handing her empty glass of wine to Mahito who stood next to her.

"Of course my lady, anything for you."

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[boypussydilf]

I'm going to throw you a curve ball and say Sherly and that one guy whose name I don't remember who you ship him with (I think it's Soseki?)

idont know how to say this without unintentionally sounding mean but this is the second funniest ask ive ever gotten. (i was going to say funniest, but i cant lie even for comedic purposes- the funniest ask ive ever gotten was “shouldve KNOWN an AKESHU shipper would RIP MY THROAT OUT IN PUBLIC for mentioning shusumi”) i got curious and looked at all the relationship tags for dgs on ao3 until the site wouldnt let me anymore and i can almost conclusively say tht no one on this earth ships sherlock and souseki, which, to be honest, is kind of a surprise. on my journey i learned just how dire the state of the dgs ao3 relationship tags really are. i hadnt looked that hard, and i had thought, “oh, woe is me, only about 200 of these are homumiko” There are less than 30 with the susahao tag. theres like, a Small Handful of fics with kazuma interacting w iris or yuujin. This is. This is awful. Someone needs to fix this. What’s wrong with you people? You could have filled this website with one hundred Kazuma Asougi Gets Forcibly Absorbed Into The Greatest Family fics and you’re still asobaroing away? Unbelievable. Unbelievable.

Anyway it’s completely understandable to mix up souseki and mikotoba when you havent seen a ton of them they do both . have mustaches. thank you for thr ask and also for always calling him Sherly bc its cute here we go

describe their canon relationship/dynamic

*putsmy head in my hands* they have like 2 hours of screentime interacting its hard to describe a dynamic beyond “God they are so mean to each other”. its ok though. Its ok. the concept is very clear honestly. World’s Most Hyperactive and Completely Insane Man & Completely Normal Guy Who Goes Along With It. Oh My God They Were Roommates. lets see. serious notes. they trust each other completely and implicitly (mikotoba has to find a good home for The Baby He Was GOING To Raise But CAN’T and asks sherlock and he IMMEDIATELY agrees On The Spot my god ……) look . what do u call devotion if not saying “our home” about a place youve been away from longer than u ever lived at and thought youd never even see again & acting like you were never separated in the first place. Unreal. unreal.

anyway the fact of the matter is theyre literally just another variation on the Holmes & Watson concept go read an acd sherlock holmes story and imagine if they were ace attorney characters and idk i think youd more or less have it

your ideal/headcanon version of it? how does it differ from how it is in canon & why is this your favorite version? any other alternate versions of it you enjoy?

*pulls out my giant conspiracy board and 90% of it is just screenshots of fanfic The Legendary Pair by Meowzy on AO3* IF YOU LOOK AT IT. THE NOT-REALLY-INDICATED-BY-CANON BUT MORE FUN AND COOL TO ME VERSION OF IT. it makes this A Necessary Relationship. sherlock is. smart in Some places. definitely observant. But has. 0 common sense. you would think hes never been to this planet before with his apparent complete lack of frame of reference for what is or is not plausible or likely. there is too much shit going on in his brain for him to figure out which ideas are Actually Likely without taking like 2 days to work it out. Give him someone who actually has common sense and can crossreference What Sherlock Has Actually Noticed And Figured Out with What Actual Human Beings Generally Would Do.

OHGOD MAYBE I CAN TRY TO ELABORATE IN A MORE SERIOUS TONE ON MY FUCKING “YUUJIN MIKOTOBA SILLY ARC” POST. GOD. what im attempting to drive at is thinking abt . the idea proposed of 16-years-ago sherlock being more of a prickly little bitch and, Much More Importantly, mikotoba going to britain to try and escape the Grief Of Losing His Wife & subsequent Depression That Made Him Unfit To Take Care Of His Baby . and then theyre . again, worlds most hyperactive and completely insane man, and, again, GUY WHO TAP DANCES DURINVG INVESTIGATIONS ?!!!!?!???????????

basically fuck you *gives you by chance a fundamentally life altering friendship right when you need it*

Anyway i dont think theyre that different in my head than in canon but its hard to say.

what do you like about their relationship, why is it interesting or enjoyable to you?

i like it because i think they are neat. i like it bc i love families and fuck dude they sure do have one. i like it bc i am a dgs sherlock holmes kinnie and this drives my behavior,

what about the individual characters involved? what does this relationship mean to them, what makes it unique among their relationships?

*SCREAMS* BESTIES. anyway,

sorry for once again saying serious concepts in the dumbest fucking ways possible but Pov u are yuujin mikotoba age 26 leaving ur home to try and run away from the deepest pain of ur life & deciding not to stick with ur very close friends uve known for quite a while as you do so? For some reason? AND IT WORKS ???????????? in some part bc of this weirdo freak u moved in with impulsively who keeps almost blowing the fucking house up?

This is basically something i already said in this post earlier and i STILL . cant think of an actual good way to say it. I guess just . as many people on this blog may have noticed. me wh. me when stories involve the way positive connections with others help people <3

Also basically the only 2 reactions sherlock seems to invoke in people are “this guys insufferable” and “this guys insufferable but i also admire him” - god the trajectory of this train of thought just changed drastically im laughing so hard Bear with me . mikotoba is of course in th second camp bc thats where all sherlocks Positive relationships are. this is known to us. see: thr dialogue where hes like “Well your methods are unusual but ive always been willing to try them :)” (and then sherlock yells at him for being stupid.) anyway thats wonderful and its also Wonderful. mikotoba shortly after meeting sherlock watching this man rip up a handful of grass an d just eat it and then solve an entire mystery and mikotoba has to work out if this guys a genius or insane. He quickly realizes it is both. Anyway i guess to yuujin mikotoba sherlock holmes is his dear friend and partner & also the guy who cursed him to occasionally think “i DO wonder what that grass tastes like” at inopportune times

I don’t know WHAT the fuck i just rambled about for like ten minutes. So anyhow. sherlock describes mikotoba as “the only person i could truly call a friend” so shoutout to this friendless man i guess . no but literally hes a little weirdo freak and people dont tend to. like him. societal perceptions of ND people are not conducive to sherlock holmes having close friends . (Also he might not be. or might at some point not have been. particularly social in the first place - But this is my extrapolation based on acd canon and nothing in dgs at all so it cant be counted as anything other than my female hysteria.) and like. epic win for him finding someone who can Tolerate Him Enough To Live With Him and not just that but like . Actually Likes Him. Actually Likes Being Around Him And Would Like To Be His Friend. Congrats! also a win 4 him having like, a normal human being around. who can keep track of him and yknow. Help him remember important things. make sure he actually sleeps and eats instead of spending 42 hours straight trying to make The Sequel To Toasters (It’s Also A Juicer!)

favorite interaction they have in canon

oh,my god you know the thing is theres not a Lot of them but what there is is Really Good Actually.

on one hand we have the shit from the legendary pair scene like “:/ only JAPANESE mice go Chu. make a RUSSIAN mouse noise” or “YOUR BIRTHDAY? THATS FUNNY BC AS OF TODAY YOURE DEAD TO ME :D” “measured as always.” On the other hand we have the part from the scene after the last trial where sherlock thanks mikotoba for leaving iris in his care.

Basically i dont know how to decide. im going to say the Other part of the scene after the last trial where sherlock is excitedly telling mikotoba a story about something he did. With mikotoba. like a day before. and mikotoba lets him get through thr whole fucking thing before going Yeah i was. i was there.

favorite interaction they have in your head/a situation you want to put them in

OH GOD I DONT KNOW ACTUALLY. what is there to say beyond the Default List Of Every Homumiko Fans Shared Interests. its all been done. “Remember That Time They Raised A Baby Together For A Month”; “Have You Heard Of Arthur Conan Doyle’s Adventures of Sherlock Holmes? Great Here’s My Adaptation-“; “Put That Beast (Sherlock) In Japan LOL”. i will say that like. i dont remember where but theres some tiny bit of optional dialogue where iris says that sherlock playing the violin was a detail she wrote into the stories for fun and then after that he felt obligated to actually learn. i think a lot of people dont know this or dont use this. which is fine its a tiny random one off line i wouldnt even be able to track down. and a lot of people have the order of events go sherlock has violin -> mikotoba learns to tap dance, Look another musical thing matchy matchy :) . which again is FINE. BUT. isnt the other order of events - the order that it’s only reasonable to assume is canon - more fun ? Sherlock goes HEY GUESS WHAT I LEARNED VIOLIN NOW WE CAN MAKE MUSIC TOGETHER. He has not seen mikotoba in person in 9 years

thats the end of the post thank you i like the dads

[samsspambox]

(⌒▽⌒)☆ hi sam! So 4 the 2 truths & 1 lie I think the lie is the aerospace one just bc, & the other ask game, I think a fic I'd wish youd write about(sorry if Im wrong I dont remember) anything that has gwendolyn in it I love her so much( ´ ▽ ` ) or maybe ur interpretation of Artems old beta card where it looks like mc is leaving him in the rain, that's all have a good day! (About the last I sent in in the dead of night haha sorry (*ﾉ▽ﾉ)

hi cutie!! how you been?? god those asks were a trip and a half to find but i found them!!

actually the lie is being able to see jwst before launch and that they all happened in high school!

the aerospace firm one DID happen when i was in hs (i had to be escorted by security for an interview it was so cool) but happened mostly bc they got back to me late. i've written some base code but that happened in my first year of college! was fun lmaoo

i am slightly salty that i didn't get to see jwst when some of my peers did get to,,, but my childhood friend gave me a pin they stole from there so eh fuck it LOL

as for the fic ask! i can give you some bullet points rq!! god gwen was so fun to write maybe i should make a sequel

i'm pretty sure the first order of business for vyn once gwen gets freed of all legal bindings would be to celebrate

the rest of the nxx would definitely be on board with it too!! they do ask gwen what she wants tho and well... she's never been to an arcade before

so they go to a dave and busters-esque place (which is basically just a big arcade with adult level games)

artem makes them all eat his dust at the basketball free throws

vyn and gwen get stupid high scores in ddr and somehow get a crowd around them

racing games are luke's dominion and fucking dominates them all

marius and lyra get really competitive in the ball drop games but they're not good at them lolol

marius somehow finds a way to finance the whole trip even though everyone doesn't want him to

they all pitch in and give gwen their tickets and she picks the gaming console which has everyone very surprised but they brush it off quickly

they end up taking photo booth pictures in the end

very found family of them but also they get to know gwen better too 🥺

thank you for the ask!!! i hope you have a really good day!!!

[xxventiswindblumexx]

Shout out to @kyokokittykat for the help writing this part!

A Yandere Rantaro x Fem!Reader

"I did this for your own good, I'm doing this out of love, you've been dead without me"

His taunting words echoed in your mind as you're tied in his dorm, how did you get here? Well, it started when you were in the library, you were almost murdered, a metal steel ball rolled on the books and almost got you in the head and would've killed you if Rantaro had not pulled you back. The steel ball hit the harsh ground with a loud thud as he held you close to him, your back is against his now breathing heavily chest, he seemed greatly disturbed and honestly, you're not far from the same thought. Whos trap is this?! 

You looked at Rantaro as he sighed placing a hand on your head messing your hair up "I'm glad I came when I did, you could've been the next victim" He gave you a sweet smile but..how did he know you were there? He had indeed been a bit...stalkerish and creepy before but at least it did pay off to have him as a stalker, he did save your life. 

But something changed since that day, he's been more clingy and more..persistent in hanging out with you and being with you, you also been hearing strange noises outside your dorm window only to find someone staring at you, but before you could see who it was they left, only yo be assumed Rantaro. It's getting a bit excessive and more creepy than you would allow. You need to speak to him and luckily it seemed he wanted to speak to you too, that did worry you, he seemed serious, and knowing him it may not end too well but he did save you, he wouldn't just turn around and hurt you..right? 

Its almost night time when you was supposed to meet Rantaro b[out back behind the school but Kokichi stopped you 

"Heeeyyyyy Y/N! Why are you out so late? That seems kinda suspicious dontcha think~?" He chimed smirking, you sighed annoyed, you didn't want to be late.

"Nothing Kokichi but better yet what are you doing out here?" you asked, he laughed

"I heard Shuichi and Kaito train outside so I wanted to go bother them when they show up! "he grabbed your hand as you tugged back to get lose, now 15 minutes late to your meeting.

"Kokichi now is not the time-"you were cut off when he held you close

 "I know you're meeting that creepy avocado man, he walked by earlier and gave me the creepiest glare! But..It would be a shame if you were taken right out from under his nose! You see I like you and I'm sure we can make this killing game much more interesting together~!" He laughed but then a rather tall shadow appeared behind him 

"It would be a shame wouldn't it be? Too bad they're taken by me"His voice..it was dark, cold and laced with poison, he was not happy, it was Rantaro, he must've gotten worried when you didn't show up and went to look for you only to find you in Kokichis arms, how unfortunate for poor Kokichi Oma.

Kokichi jumped back letting go

 "Oh, it's just you, god you're such a creepy-ass arent you!" He teased the already pissed man who grabbed you pulling you to him. 

"This is your only and final warning Oma, leave Y/N alone and you won't be the reason ill become the blackened got it?" he threatened the other, at first Kokichi laughed but then his smile changed when he noticed how serious the man was 

"Oh well, it's not like I really liked them! It was a lie! Anyways ill go find Shihara-Kun to bother!" he said quickly making his escape.  Rantaro sighed annoyed but then smiled kindly "Now that the pest is gone let's go to my room, we will have our little talk there so there can't be any more interruptions"He seemed so kind yet scary at the same time. You should've rejected, should've said no but instead, you nodded and followed him. 

Once in his room he closed and locked his door, the room was pretty clean and neat, did he even sleep in here? It didn't seem like it, he turned to you and smiled.

"What did you need to speak about Y/N-san(Kun/chan)?" he asked as the question threw you off, you expected him to talk about why he wanted to speak to you. You shallowed thickly as you gathered the courage to tell him.

"Rantaro...You've been a bit..clingy, its been creeping me and the others out, I mean I feel someone is watching me at night and I wouldn't be surprised if it was you!"That came out harsher than you expected but he needed to know that he should back off some. 

His kind smile faded as he gave you a similar look as he adorned when looking at others, it sent shivers down your spine, he walked over as he placed his hands in his pockets 

"Y/N..oh Y/N, you don't understand, you're so nieve it's almost sickening~" His voice was much different, his look as if he's mad but his voice, it was more..as if he's entertained? 

He pulled some rope from his pocket, it wasn't very long but it will do. He was shift as he grabbed you and managed to tie your hands before you could react, but once your hands were bound behind your back he smirked.

"Oh Y/N, with your hands tied you look so vulnerable...so delicious," He said as you struggled in the restraints

"R-Rantaro, please! I didn't mean anything bad by what I said-" He cut you off placing  a finger on your mouth "shh, it's not what you said, well..it did aggravate me but I originally planned this already, you just fueled the already growing fire within me~"

"w-what..? Rantaro! Let me go-!"

"I did the for your own good" he started 

"h-huh?"

"I did this out of love, you would've been dead without me"

Your eyes widened as he climbed onto you

"Now you'll be repaying me for what I did with your body~"

He said as he kissed you roughly, you tried to fight back by biting his tongue as he growled "you..you bitch! Cant, you be grateful?!"That seemed to tick him off further as he had a type of survival knife! Where did he get that?? 

he was quick and swift at cutting at your clothing "h-how do you-"

"Don't you know? I'm the Ultimate Survivor, you're in for a treat dear Y/N~"That's his Ultimate? Before you could have the time to think he attacked your neck leaving hickeys as his slender hands explored your now exposed body, you shuttered as his hands were cold but his rings were colder, it didn't help the crystal necklace he wore now dragged along your stomach with every movement he made, so gracefully as if you were some kind of porcelain doll. 

He soon moved down your collar bone leaving more marks as he slipped two fingers into you, it took you by surprise as you yelped and moaned out but quickly biting your lip to prevent any more moans from slipping out. He chuckled moving them at a steady pace

"Already soaked for me Y/N~? Such a naughty girl~" He smirked 

"Unfortunately for you, I'm not a man who patient so this is all the warming up you'll be getting"

"W-what do you mea-Ah~!" He had trusted his hips into your own colliding as he stretched you out, he seemed to take note that you weren't a virgin "who?" he asked, you stayed quiet, not wanting to answer, and looked away. He pulled your face to him 

"Who?" he asked again as one sharp thrust got you in a moaning mess "K-Kaito!"It was true, you two had a one-night stand, I mean what did you expect when putting a bunch of hormonal teenagers together with little to no supervision? 

Either way he was not happy as his movements became rougher and harsher

"Ill be sure to pay that man a visit later"He said annoyed but the pleasure brought him back from his anger, his face melting from an annoyed look to a more pleased face. 

He held onto you as his hips rocked into your own roughly as you couldn't even keep in the moans, you was lost in the pleasure as you noticed his thrusts became more sloppy, you also felt a familiar knot building in your abdomen as you tried to speak "R-Rantaro I-Im-"

"I know I'm going to as well-"He groans in your neck as he released, but the problem was you don't remember him putting anything on. 

"Oh i see you noticed, you're mine and mine only, ill make sure they know~"

That's a lot of words! My longest yet! 1572 words! 

[theselfshippingwitch]

Violet and Ray Wedding Questions (Movie verse)

yeah so ray and i are getting married and all the details including pictures is under the cut!

i got these questions from some tumblr post forever ago abt marrying ur f/o idk

Imagine what music you'd have? What food? Would it be outside? What kind of theme, if any, would you have?

Ray made a whole playlist months before he even proposed cuz he’s a babe. The food options would be pretty traditional - steak, chicken, or seafood (Ray wants the steak, I want the seafood, we thought it was weird only having two options). It’ll be inside a hotel (that just happens to be haunted but like that’s not why we chose it, what are you talking about) but it’ll have a great view of the autumn foliage in the town square of Salem, Massachusetts. 

Who would they invite? Who would you invite?

Winston is best man Janine is maid of honor peter can come too I guess

What season is it? Day or night? What colors do you wear?

Autumn! Evening into night time (the ceremony will begin at sunset). The colors are burgundy and champagne. 

Is it traditional or do you do something wild?

Does the fact that it’s a hotel that’s notoriously haunted in a town that’s famous for its macabre history count as “wild”? Cuz besides that it’s pretty traditional.

Did you write your own vows? Who is the priest/priestess/minister marrying you? Or is it a family member or other platonic F/O?

My baby would write his own vows. My sweet, romantic boy. I think someone from a coven he knows could marry us! Neither of us is religious, but we both have a strong connection to the Occult community (him more so than me because I'm just starting out with my witchcraft when we get married).

Are you wearing suits? Dresses? Something else entirely?

I’m wearing this super cute cap sleeve ball gown with lace top and tulle skirt with a ribbon around the waist. Ray is wearing a white shirt, burgundy tie, black suit with vest.

What is your cake like if you have one?

Okay look I INSISTED on chocolate and Ray was like “alright I’ll let you have this one thing”. It has white frosting and deep red flowers to match the burgundy and champagne color scheme (this without the cake topper).

Do you throw the bouquet for someone to catch or do you pass out one flower to everyone so you let everyone know they are worthy of love?

Yeah imma yeet that bouquet are you kidding shut the fuck up… the bouquet is cascading with red peonies, dark red carnations, and off-white roses.

Do you have a party afterwards? What music? (You should totally make a playlist btw and daydream about stealing your new husband for a dance with every song)

Hey fuck the comics theres one good dancer in the ghostbusters and its the one im marrying also hes a good singer and hes gonna surprise me at our wedding by serenading me at the reception. 

Is it the wedding of your dreams or does something go awry?

Yeah i shouldnt have let peter come… jk even he wasn’t that bad

Also! How is the kiss!? Do they smooch you softly? Sweetly? Passionately? Do you dip them into a deep smooch? Is it a soft sweet peck? Or perhaps a smooch that makes you excited for later when you are alone?

Bro… ray would dip kiss me. Like, he would!!! Dont tell me that cutie wouldnt

What is your honeymoon like? OwÚ

If u need to, need to reach us, you can call us, you know where we’ll be, TRANSYLVANNIA 6 5000

Is it a stay at home one? Do you go somewhere exciting? How long is your trip?

LITERALLY A HAUNTED CASTLE IN TRANSYLVANIA

Do you go to a zoo? Or stay at a hotel? Or maybe a cute little cottage somewhere?

We would probably spend the whole time exploring the castle and the woods around it. That is, the time we don’t spend exploring our bedroom.

If you stay at home do you just lie around in your pajamas?

Pajamas?

Do you do intimate things or if you’re ace soft and fluffy things to get closer?

A little of both, my baby is so sweet and romantic but i wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off it u know???

Do you gently treat them to what their body craves or do you do something like a puzzle to fuse your souls together over soft moments?

Or perhaps both!

Let’s just say our witchy baby girls were conceived right in Vampire Country.

Do you take their last name or they yours? Do you keep or hyphenate your names? Or maybe you both take on a whole new last name together!

We are Dr. and Mrs. Ray and Violet Stantz, forever.

How many kids do you have? What are their names?

We have two girls, twins, Sabina Stantz and Silvia Stantz. Sabina was born first. Her left eye is brown and her right eye is green. Silvia was second born and her left eye is green and her right eye is brown. Besides that, they are completely identical - long dark hair, round faces, strikingly similar to their father. Stunningly beautiful. Sabina got married first, her first baby was born in February 2021. Silvia went on to get her PHD in Parapsychology before getting married. They are both pagans, study the occult, and perform magic (along with their mother). The original Ray’s Occult Books, in Greenwich Village, is eventually run by them. The second location, right next to the Ghostbusters HQ, is run by our adoptive son, Podcast. 

(Sabina)

Where do you live?

Violet buys back Ray’s parents’ house, the one he was born in, using the last of her money from her book sales and movie deals. It is relatively close to the book store they run together. This is the house she and Ray raise their children in.