#also i think it's so funny how the woman who said i reminded her of tswift today is like

[vitospaghetta]

Compliments I have received this week from strangers: -That I'm a very bubbly person -That I seem to have a very nurturing personality -That I'm like Taylor Swift but "with a whole goth thing going on"/"if she was cooler" LMAO

I'm just ????!!!!?!?!?!?!! thank you???????????

[starflower-witch]

Soulmate

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Fem!Reader Summary: You've been searching for your soulmate for what feels like an eternity, only to find her after she's been imprisoned by Wanda. Instead of encountering the powerful and dangerous Agatha Harkness you've heard about, you meet Agnes. Her restrained,seemingly innocent counterpart. Word count: 1592 Warnings: None that I can think of.

In a universe as vast as the one you live in, with so many warlocks and witches running around, there were countless possibilities for who your soulmate could be. You could have been paired with a human, an alien, or even a siren. But no, your luck paired you with the most dangerous witch alive, Agatha Harkness.

The mark on your left hip, your soulmate mark, was a beautiful name engraved in purple ink. Sometimes, you could even feel magic emanating from it, soothing you when you felt down and reminding you that someone out there was waiting for you.

At first, you eagerly searched for her, excited to meet your other half, but after centuries of life, you never crossed paths with the witch even once, not that you expected her to search for you either. From what you’d gathered about her reputation, you had a feeling she wasn’t interested in soulmates or that sort of things.

And did she have a big reputation around the world. She was a witch hard to ignore, especially when she had a target on your back and was planning to take you down.

It was precisely because of this fame that it was hard to believe you’d never met her in person, let alone see a picture of her. The only things you knew about her came from rumors whispered around covens and from lonely witches.

After years of searching for her in vain, only knowing her through the stories you heard in your travels, you eventually discovered that she wasn’t just deadly dangerous but also breathtaking beautiful.

You were walking on one of the many streets of Westview when you made eye contact with the most gorgeous woman you had ever seen. She noticed your stare immediately and smiled at you.

“Hi, hot stuff!” she greeted, closing the distance and extending her hand to you. “You’re definitely a new face around here, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I…” You took her hand, and immediately, an electric sensation ran down your spine. It almost felt like magic. “I was just passing by.” You smiled back at her.

In truth, you were looking for Agatha. A witch had told you that she and a red-haired woman had fought a few days ago in this town, so you hoped to find her here.

The older woman looked down at your connected hands for a few seconds, confused at the strange feeling the contact gave her. And if she saw a purple mist coming from your fingertips and entering her skin, she said nothing about it.

“Lucky me, I’m just passing by too,” she murmured while letting go of your hand “Would you like some company? You can get lost in this place pretty easily so I'm sure you could use a guide.” She winked at you, and for some reason, you accepted the offer.

For the next few hours, she led you around, hand in hand, showing you every corner of Westview. She explained a lot about the town’s history and answered all your questions.

She introduced you to her neighbors and even invited you to have ice cream with her at the park afterward. Where she introduced herself as Agnes.

Agnes was pretty cute, funny and really curious, always wanting to know everything about you. From your favorite color to your favorite position in bed, she made you laugh with how forward she could be.

It was all laughs and joy until she asked a question that made you stop suddenly. “What about your soulmate, dear? What are they like?” you gazed down at your hands, idly playing with them.

You hesitated for a moment; you had come here searching for Agatha. That was your opportunity to gather information, but for some reason, it felt strange to tell Agnes about it.

"What? Are they a famous person?" She joked, and at first, you shook your head. After a moment’s pause, you nodded.

“Actually, she is quite famous”

"Celebrity Drama! I'm all ears, dear!" She made herself more comfortable in her set, ready to hear the gossip. You laughed at her nosy attitude.

For a moment, you imagined how your life would be if all the witches and warlocks you’d spoken to in the past knew about it. How would they treat the soulmate of the infamous Agatha Harkness? Would they run away in fear, or burn you at the stake? You’ were not sure.

"However, it's a shame a pretty thing like you is already taken." She pouted playfully.

"I could say the same thing about you, Agnes." You returned the compliment looking back at her. "Your soulmate must be someone really lucky." She hummed, deep in thought.

"I don't know, I've never met her"

"How come?"

"I think she’s better off without me" it was not Agnes who answered you, but Agatha. “That’s why I’ve never searched for her or allowed her to find me.”

"You shouldn’t make that decision without her consent… It’s not fair" You scolded her before you could stop yourself.

Her troubled expression was enough to make you feel guilty. You realized you were giving your opinion on someone else’s life as if you had a say in the matter, which you didn't, so you apologized.

“Sorry, that was out of place”

“It’s fine”

An uncomfortable silence followed your interaction; you had definitely screwed up. You took a moment to consider what to say next, weighing the option of either getting up and leaving to search for Agatha another day or staying put. However, leaving like that would be rude, so you decided to stay.

“Her name is Agatha Harkness” You placed your hand on the spot where your mark should be; your shirt covered your skin, but you could still feel the magic emanating from it.

"What?"

"You wanted to know about my soulmate, didn't you?" You said trying to lift the mood of the conversation. "Her name is Agatha Harkness"

“Agatha?” she murmured, a look of recognition flickering in her eyes as if she had heard the name before.

“Yeah, do you know her?” You asked with hope.

“No… I don’t think so” you signed in defeat while glancing back at your hands, unaware that Agnes was watching you with such intensity that it was hard to miss, yet somehow, you did.

While you looked away, her eyes briefly flashed purple, revealing a part of her that had been dormant and was stirring awake, crawling its way to the surface and fighting for control.

You looked at Agnes and noticed the conflict in her eyes. “Don’t worry,” you tried to soothe the woman beside you. “I think Agatha is the type of person who prefers to run free, and I don’t mind waiting for her. I’ve been doing it for a long time.” A frown creased the older woman’s face.

“Can I see your mark?” You nodded and lifted your shirt just enough for your tattoo to come into view.

Agnes gasped at the sight of the name on your skin. She wasn’t sure why she was so surprised, but Agatha knew.

“You were searching for her all this time? Is that why you’re in Westview?” She reached out and touched the tattoo. A spark of purple magic emanated from it at the contact, and you giggled at the sensation. Pushing Agnes hand away.

“Well, yeah, but I didn’t find her, did I? She’s always long gone by the time I arrive at the place where she was last seen.” You smiled sadly at her as you pulled your shirt back down.

Agnes seemed hypnotized by her own hand, staring at her fingertips in a trance, as if they held the answers she so desperately sought. A few sparks of purple began to emanate from them.

The tingle of magic surged through her body in small spasms, invisible on the outside but powerful within. It was enough to fully awaken the evil witch lying beneath the facade of Agnes.

Thanks to the recent contact she had with the small part of her magic that had lain dormant inside you all this time, Agatha was free.

“The sparks are normal; it happens when someone touches my mark,” you explained to her. “You could say my soulmate is a little bit possessive. So, every time someone touches the mark, it sends electric waves through them, maybe it’s to scare possible competitors away” you chuckled “It might sting a little, but you’ll be fine.”

The older woman beside you looked up at you, her eyes completely covered in purple. It was your turn to feel surprised and confused. You rose from your seat and took a few steps back.

Weren’t Agnes’s eyes blue earlier?

From where was that sensation of magic coming from?

What was happening?

You didn't have time to process the change in her eye color or the sensation of magic flowing around you, because in mere seconds, you were engulfed by a purple mist that didn't let you go. You couldn't move; you were trapped.

“Agnes?” concern etched on your voice. “What are you doing? What is this?”

She rose from her seat as well, and in a swift movement, she lifted her shirt to reveal a name engraved on her skin just above her right hip.

It was your name in golden ink.

“I heard you were looking for me." She smirked with amusement and mischief as she closed the distance between the two of you. "The name is Agatha Harkness, dear. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

(Well, that was my first time writing in English. I'm so sorry if there are any mistakes. Thank you for taking the time to read it and I hope you have a wonderful day!)

[hollowed-theory-hall]

We don't talk enough about Ron's mean streak

Like, I saw a lot of people talk about how funny Ron is (which is true, he's genuinely one of the funnier characters in the series), how loyal he is when it counts, he's brave as hell, and he is really smart, just not book smart. But what I don't see talked about enough (maybe it's just me though), is Ron Weasley's mean streak.

I talked about how Harry most definitely has what it takes to be a Slytherin, can be scary, and is willing to kill when push comes to shove. I also mentioned Hermione's ruthlessness, but I didn't discuss Ron's mean streak which is a joy when I see it crop up in the book. When it comes up, it always reminds me of the twins, and I feel like that's where Ron got it from.

So I'm just going to bring up a few quotes I had in my notes showing Ron's mean streak, I'm sure I missed some from the earlier books, but I find it a fun aspect of his character.

Snape cried: “Expelliarmus!” There was a dazzling flash of scarlet light and Lockhart was blasted off his feet: He flew backward off the stage, smashed into the wall, and slid down it to sprawl on the floor. Malfoy and some of the other Slytherins cheered. Hermione was dancing on tiptoes. “Do you think he’s all right?” she squealed through her fingers. “Who cares?” said Harry and Ron together.

(CoS, 178)

This type of reaction is seen with Ron pretty often. He really doesn't care when someone he dislikes is hurt or injured and he is very vocal about it. He and Harry kinda share this trait, as seen above.

Later in the other quotes I bring up, I show that Hermione is the one usually playing morality police for Ron and Harry even if she herself isn't as innocent as she likes to act.

He raised Ron’s Spellotaped wand high over his head and yelled, “Obliviate!” The wand exploded with the force of a small bomb. Harry flung his arms over his head and ran, slipping over the coils of snake skin, out of the way of great chunks of tunnel ceiling that were thundering to the floor. Next moment, he was standing alone, gazing at a solid wall of broken rock. “Ron!” he shouted. “Are you okay? Ron!” “I’m here!” came Ron’s muffled voice from behind the rockfall. “I’m okay — this git’s not, though — he got blasted by the wand —” There was a dull thud and a loud “ow!” It sounded as though Ron had just kicked Lockhart in the shins.

(CoS, 280)

I love this, Lockhart explodes the cave, obliviates himself, and Ron's reaction is to kick him in the shins. I don't know, I just find it hilarious.

“Don’t talk to me,” Ron said quietly to Harry and Hermione as they sat down at the Gryffindor table a few minutes later, surrounded by excited talk on all sides about what had just happened. “Why not?” said Hermione in surprise. “Because I want to fix that in my memory forever,” said Ron, his eyes closed and an uplifted expression on his face. “Draco Malfoy, the amazing bouncing ferret . . .” Harry and Hermione both laughed, and Hermione began doling beef casserole onto each of their plates. “He could have really hurt Malfoy, though,” she said. “It was good, really, that Professor McGonagall stopped it —” “Hermione!” said Ron furiously, his eyes snapping open again, “you’re ruining the best moment of my life!”

(GoF, 207)

Here you see Hermione the morality police crop up, but I'm talking about Ron here.

Hermione is definitely right in that Draco could've been seriously hurt, but Ron is just glad he saw Malfoy suffering. Actually, in the scene before it, Ron was the one who wanted to curse Malfoy and was held back by Harry and Hermione (as well as in the eat slugs situation in CoS), like, with as much as Harry calls Draco his nemesis, it really feels like Ron is the one that hates Draco and thinks of him as his nemesis.

“She’s an awful woman [Umbridge],” said Hermione in a small voice. “Awful. You know, I was just saying to Ron when you came in . . . we’ve got to do something about her.” “I suggested poison,” said Ron grimly.

(OotP, 324)

I love you, Ron.

This is one of my favorite quotes for him. Hermione shuts down the poison idea, but I think they should've given it a shot, I think it could've been fun.

It would've been cathartic for them at least.

“You take Remedial Potions?” asked Zacharias Smith superciliously, having cornered Harry in the entrance hall after lunch. “Good Lord, you must be terrible, Snape doesn’t usually give extra lessons, does he?” As Smith strode away in an annoyingly buoyant fashion, Ron glared after him. “Shall I jinx him? I can still get him from here,” he said, raising his wand and taking aim between Smith’s shoulder blades. “Forget it,” said Harry dismally. “It’s what everyone’s going to think, isn’t it? That I’m really stup —”

(OotP, 528)

I love how Ron always has Harry's back and is ready to fight anyone (including Sirius who he thought was a mass murderer when he was 13 with a broken leg) for Harry's sake. It's a real vibe the Golden Trio has that they're just ready to drop everything and curse out anyone for each other's sake. They are just so protective of each other and I love this for them, how they are all just each other's people, yk.

It's also another example of how Ron is the one of the trio that offers violence as the answer the most often.

“Reparo!” said Hermione quickly, mending Ron’s cup with a wave of her wand. “That’s all very well, but what if Montague’s permanently injured?” “Who cares?” said Ron irritably, while his teacup stood drunkenly again, trembling violently at the knees. “Montague shouldn’t have tried to take all those points from Gryffindor, should he? If you want to worry about anyone, Hermione, worry about me!”

(OotP, 679)

Again Ron doesn't care for the injury of people who he considers deserving.

“Madam Pomfrey says she’s just in shock,” whispered Hermione. “Sulking, more like,” said Ginny. “Yeah, she shows signs of life if you do this,” said Ron, and with his tongue he made soft clip-clopping noises. Umbridge sat bolt upright, looking wildly around.

(OotP, 849)

Like, regardless of whether Umbridge was SAed or not (for the record, I don't think she was) it's not a nice thing to do. Umbridge is awful, but this is Ron literally spreading salt on the wound. but like I mentioned above, she's in the "deserving it" category.

“will you stop pretending to be asleep when Lavender comes to see you? She’s driving me mad as well.” “Oh,” said Ron, looking sheepish. “Yeah. All right.” “If you don’t want to go out with her anymore, just tell her,” said Harry.

(HBP, 411)

That is honestly so mean. Like, I'm not Lavender's biggest fan, I find her annoying, but she's a teenage girl in her maybe first relationship and she did nothing really wrong. I feel truly sorry for her for how Ron treated her, it wasn't really her fault. It's just mean that he pretends to sleep instead of talking to her.

“Same as he wanted at Christmas,” shrugged Harry. “Wanted me to give him inside information on Dumbledore and be the Ministry’s new poster boy.” Ron seemed to struggle with himself for a moment, then he said loudly to Hermione, “Look, let me go back and hit Percy!” “No,” she said firmly, grabbing his arm. “It’ll make me feel better!”

(HBP, 650)

Like, this is peak sibling behavior, but as I mentioned earlier, Ron tends to want to resort to violence more often than Harry and Hermione do (especially in the earlier books, as Harry does grow angrier after Sirius' death). He is usually the one to bring violence up, and I find it an interesting aspect of his character.

And Ron is correct in the fact hitting Percy would make him feel better. Not saying if it's the right thing to do, but Ron really would experience it as satisfying because Percy would deserve it in his mind.

“What are we going to do with them?” Ron whispered to Harry through the dark; then, even more quietly, “Kill them? They’d kill us. They had a good go just now.” Hermione shuddered and took a step backward. Harry shook his head.

(DH, 167)

As I mentioned in one of the Harry posts, Harry is calling the shots, but Ron is the one who offered to kill the Death Eaters. He put that idea on the table. He was relieved when Harry said they shouldn't kill them, but if Harry said it'd be better if they killed them — Ron would've backed him up and done it, while Hermione might've preferred to pretend it wasn't happening.

“That treacherous old bleeder.” Ron panted, emerging from beneath the Invisibility Cloak and throwing it to Harry. “Hermione you’re a genius, a total genius. I can’t believe we got out of that.” “Cave Inimicum. . . Didn’t I say it was an Erumpent horn, didn’t I tell him? And now his house has been blown apart!” “Serves him right,” said Ron, examining his torn jeans and the cuts to his legs, “What’d you reckon they’ll do to him?” “Oh I hope they don’t kill him!” groaned Hermione, “That’s why I wanted the Death Eaters to get a glimpse of Harry before we left, so they knew Xenophilius hadn’t been lying!”

(DH, 424)

Again, Ron not caring/enjoying when people who deserve it suffer. Xenophilius wanted to help them, he tried to persuade them not to come into his home at first so he wouldn't give them in, he tried so hard even though the Death Eaters had his daughter! Harry rightly feels bad for Xenophilius and Luna, it's easy to understand why he did what he did.

Hermione and Harry hope he is fine, but Ron is the one who thinks he has it coming. That he deserves to have his house blown up for betraying them, regardless of his reasoning.

I think Ron is the most black-and-white in his thoughts about people among the trio. There are those who deserve anything that comes to them and those who don't. Specific circumstances and context don't really play a part in what bad people deserve coming to them.

I don't know, I just find this interesting.

Harry has the compassion to understand people, even ones who harmed him or the people he cares about, he is capable of forgiving Voldemort and never really hated Draco.

Hermione is pretty black-and-white in her view of people, having the people she trusts and those she doesn't. She trusts Snape because he's an authority figure trusted by Dumbledore (and Hermione is the one who is truly Dumbledore's woman true and true in the books). Her view on people has less to do with their actions, but who they are endorsed by. She is compassionate to Xenophilius because he's Luna's dad, and Luna is good, therefore, she wouldn't love someone who is bad.

Ron is black-and-white in how he sees people in a very different way than Hermione. He looks at actions, and if you do anything to try and harm him or people he cares about, you get on the shit list. Getting out of Ron's shit list is probably not easy, he doesn't strike me as one who forgives easily and readily the way Harry does, but he does forgive. Like actions can get you on his shit list, actions can get you out. But once a person is on the shit list, they deserve any harm that comes their way.

But Ron is really loyal, and there are people he loves who are basically immune from going on the shit list (like his family, yes, even Percy. While he wants to hit him, I don't believe Ron ever really wished death on Percy). And there is just something interesting about Ron, with his mean streak and everything, being the glue that holds the trio together. Like, in Deathly Hallows once he leaves, Harry and Hermione barely talk to each other, they are barely friends without Ron there.

I don't know, I just love Ron. I love how he is loyal, and friendship glue, but has just as much of a mean streak to him as Harry and Hermione can pull. I just feel like he's sometimes left out of the discussion of how ruthless Harry and Hermione could be. Like, it's true, both of them can be ruthless, but don't leave Ron out. He can be ruthless and actually offers violence as a solution more often than Harry or Hermione do.

[tiredfox64]

Hellooo! First of all, I love your fics, especially Tomas's. They are very entertaining and the way you write is just great ^^

This is more of a question than a request, although you can develop it further if you want.

How would the linkuei trio react to a s/o who says "I hate men... except you"

It came to me out of nowhere and I thought it was funny 🙃

There Are Exceptions

Prior notes: Hehehe I throughly enjoyed writing this. Also I forgot to say this with other people’s requests who gave me compliments but thank you so much for liking my writing! (*´∀｀*)

Pairing: Lin Kuei Bros x Afab reader

Warnings ‼️: Men

Bi-Han

These dim witted, nitwit goobers who serve your husband are too much to handle. All they know how to do is punch and kick. They have no other survival instincts that can save their asses.

It’s so tiring being the one to try to help them with whatever. A woman can only do so much.

You tried teaching them how to sew only for them to say something stupid like it’s a woman’s hobby. Forget about cooking. You have never seen someone screw up scramble eggs so much that it doesn’t even form. How the fuck does it stay watery? And why are you the only one who knows how to fold clothes? Screw steaming out their wrinkles.

Your last straw today came in the nighttime when one of the clansmen came up to you and ask the most stupidest question you have ever heard.

“Uhm, some of the men were telling me that a woman’s period was when she peels her skin every month. Is that true? Cause if it is you hide it well.” This clueless assassin…oh goodness.

You just stared blankly at the young man. It had to be a joke, right? They can’t be that stupid. Actually, you don’t want to know if they are that stupid. You walked away briskly with one thing on your mind and you had to shout it out. The moment you walk into your bedroom you slammed the door shut and screamed,

“I hate men!”

Bi-Han was already in bed, waiting for you to come around. He stared at you with that grumpy expression he always has before folding his arms in front of his chest. A low grumble was being emitted by him.

How can you say you hate men when you are married to one? One that treats you like the queen you are considered you are the grandmaster’s wife. He is also one who pleasures you till you are fully satisfied. Course, it’s more like you have to go on until he is satisfied.

“…except you.”

“Mhm, that’s right. I should be the exception here. I am the grandmaster, I deserve your full respect.” Bi-Han reminded you of his role as if he doesn’t do so every day.

“And you are also my husband,” you walked up to him and placed a kiss on his forehead, “Now would you mind spooning me for tonight.”

“After that outburst, I am unsure if you deserve it.” Now he’s just being petty.

You pouted as you changed into your sleepwear. If Bi-Han looked for at least five seconds he would have caved. But he looked away immediately to prevent himself from changing his decision. You huffed as you slipped into bed. You went on your side and pretended like you didn’t care. You did because you always lost the idgaf war.

“Please, I love you.” You said over your shoulder.

Bi-Han let out a groan before turning over and wrapping his arms around your waist. Haha you win.

You may not like men but you love this man. You like this man because he’s your man.

Kuai Liang

Why does no one think of the logical answer to something?

You go out to the market all the time so you could help feed the Shirai Ryu. It helps lessen responsibilities for your husband. But even this simple task is made difficult and stupid because of some of the venders. More specifically the men.

You asked for watermelon and they hand you plastic containers with the funkiest bits of watermelon. They are discolored and are definitely past their ripeness. Yet they all tell you it’s fine. It’s not fine! It’s not good quality! Why even cut the watermelon in the first place you can do it yourself!

You want some mangos? Well you can’t fucking have any because they don’t got it. Oh what’s that? A BUNCH OF FUCKING MANGOS RIGHT BEHIND THEM! And they tell you that those are honey mangoes you didn’t specifically ask for those. They told you no because they thought you wanted Haden mangoes. Just give the woman a fucking mango!

You’re so over those male venders. They never even help you pack the carts up.

You’re too tired went you get back to the temple. You let everyone else pack the food away without helping out this time. You can’t be bothered. You take your shoes off, step into the temple, and sigh heavily.

“I hate men.” You groaned.

You didn’t realize Kuai Liang was coming up to you to greet you. You looked up and saw his face. He stared blankly with a bit of concern.

“…except you.”

You wanted to make it right so you ran up to him, giving him many kisses and hugging him.

“What has made you so hateful, my love? Did someone at the market bother you?” He asked with concern.

Kuai Liang was not at all mad at what you said. He found it odd which meant there was something wrong. His hands went up to check if maybe it was something physical. He would hate to find out you were hurt while out. What kind of husband would he be if he can’t protect his wife?

“Many people bothered me at the market today. Some people are unfortunate stupid.” You replied.

“Perhaps you can tell me all about it in bed. I’ll make you some tea to help with the stress.” He took your hands as you both walked to the bedroom.

Kuai Liang is the kind of man you need in your life. If only the men at the market had his intelligence. Though you do like being cared for when there is any sign of distress from you. It makes you feel like a princess.

Tomas

To help train the Earthrealm champions is like trying to train a seal, a kangaroo, a bison, and a Komodo dragon to leap at least a meter out of the water. One will succeed, another will jump but not reach it, another one won’t try to jump, and the other will be too busy trying to mate with you.

They are all nice in their own way but Johnny is the worst of them all. You tell him you are happily married and it’s in one ear and out the other. Just because his marriage failed doesn’t mean yours has to.

Kenshi is alright he just has stubborn. He believes it’s nerves that wins fights. If that were true why does he keep failing to you. And when he is not going against you he’s going after Johnny’s throat. You get it, Johnny won’t give back Sento. But now is not the time to bust his ass.

Kung Lao just gets on everyone’s nerves. You have never seen a bunch of monks ready to implode and strangle someone. Don’t forget that you almost lost your head because he flung his hat in the wrong direction. All you got back was a small ‘sorry’ before he took his hat and ran off.

And Raiden…he’s fine. He’s done no wrong.

Yet no matter what you always have to return and help the fools. You give and give and what do you receive? Hell!

You are exhausted when you return home. You don’t talk to anyone you just go straight to your bedroom. You let out a groan the whole time and when the door closes you let that groan become words.

“I hate men.”

Tomas was already waiting for you in the bedroom. He was walking up to you to hug you until he heard those words. He looked concerned and even a little sad.

Well he’s a man, do you hate him? Did he do something wrong? He hopes he didn’t, he doesn’t want an unhappy wife.

Your attitude immediately went away at the sight of Tomas.

“…except you.”

You ran into his arms and hugged him tight. You could never hate a man like Tomas. He is your husband after all. You picked a good one compared to all the other men that you have seen.

“I’m guessing they upset you again.” He asked.

You nodded. The day is already over you don’t feel like talking about every single stupid thing that they did. Tomas understood and hugged you tight.

“Do you want me to beat them up?” He whispered jokingly in your ear.

For once today you laughed. He always manages to bring a smile to your face. You wish you could let him but that would be a bad decision. Though it’s funny to think about. He was just happy to hear that wonderful laugh of yours. It just shows that he’s a good man to you. He can turn a frown upside down and make you see the good in men. Or at least the good in him.

After notes: Can you tell I got pissed off with Kuai Liang’s part? That shits a little too true. Those instacart tik toks be crazy. Here’s a little experience of when I hated men: one didn’t take no for an answer for YEARS. He still can’t take no even from other girls. But most of the men I know are good. Alright enough yip yap I must march on. Adiós!

[lizziesribbons]

wedding wanda please!! she’d just fall in love w u all over again and then the night of ur wedding she just goes feral and calling u “my wife” “all mine” and she just gets super possessive and proud that u are now hers !!!

I Do |

PAIRING: WANDA MAXIMOFF X FEM! READER

summary: Wanda and you get married and then then Wanda goes all soft and fuckes you in your wedding dress ahhh

warnings: ****MINORS DNI***** *****MEN DNI***** fluff so much fluff 🥺 I'm going so aahwhwhwh, smut, praise ALOT OF PRAISE AHHH, name calling (Wanda calling you my wife, my love, princess, doll) I sobbed I wanna have soft sex with Wanda so bad I just know she will be the most gentle.

author's note: just reminding you guys that my first language is not English so if there's any grammatical errors PLEASE IGNORE THEM AND MOVE TF ON. Also I have no idea how weddings work so I did what I did

Word count: 2.1k

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standing in your bridal gown, looking outside, and seeing Wanda standing there waiting for you, it was like a dream come true you've been waiting months for this day and now it was finally here. It seemed like everything around you just stopped. You could see nothing else but Wanda. In a white wedding gown, soon to be your wife. YOUR WIFE.

your dad came from behind holding your arm, breaking you from your gazing he said "Are you ready to go down the aisle sweetheart?" you took a deep breath and nodded as you both started walking.

as you walk down the aisle everyone cheers, "You are in Love" by Taylor Swift playing faintly in the background as you looked at Wanda and saw your whole world right there and then. It was like you were born to live this day and day alone. Everything seemed perfect everything made sense now.

Wanda looked at you and smiled. She smiled so hard that her cheeks started hurting. Tears in her eyes she saw you as you stood there in front of her, she wanted to kiss you so badly.

Clint was the one leading the wedding because Wanda insisted as he was the closest father figure to her and she loved him so dearly. "Wanda and y/n my two beautiful friends and my family members. I have known y/n ever since she was a little girl, she was always so compassionate and funny" he pauses and light laugh "So funny actually. She was always goofing around and her jokes oh my God I cannot forget them she was always joking about something or someone she would make me laugh in the darkest of times" he paused again looked at you and smiled. "let me tell you, guys, something, one time when y/n was wearing a pillow on her head as a wedding veil came up to me, she was only five at time. and asked me "Uncle Clint!!!! do I look good???" and gave me a twirl and haha I said "ofc you do sweetheart, who's your groom?" and she looked at me and rolled her eyes "Silly I don't have a groom I'm marrying my doll cause I love her the most" and then she forced me by giving me those pretty pleading eyes that still work to this day to come to her wedding and I went and now here I am standing in between y/n and Wanda at their actual wedding" with now tears in his eyes he looked at Wanda

"Wanda.. Oh, I've known Wanda for more than 10 years now I saw her grow up into this powerful beautiful woman she is now, I remember when she came up to me asking me if she should ask y/n out I told her whatever was in her heart she should just put it out, I saw there relationship grow stronger and stronger each day. They are the most for each other as one could be, I remember when Wanda asked me how she should propose to y/n I told her the same thing again that she should do whatever is in her heart, Wanda my pretty Wanda I love you and I'm so proud of you for the women you have become, my heart breaks into millions when I think about how both of you are not so little anymore but it screams in joy when I see you two together so in love with each other." that was it he stopped talking, he was softly sobbing now so are many of our friends and family members.

He speaks again after some silence clearing his throat, "We are gathered here today to witness the sacred union of Wanda Maximoff and Y/n Y/l/n We stand here to honor and celebrate the love shared between these two people, as they come together to start their new life with a solemn vow, surrounded by their closest family and friends"

He turned to Wanda and said "Repeat after me.

I, Wanda take you, Y/n, to be my wife. I promise that from this day forward I will regard you not only as my equal, but as my closest friend. I promise to comfort you in sickness and in health. I promise to demonstrate my commitment to you through love, laughter, and compassion. I love you." and as Wanda did he looked at you next and said "Repeat after me.

I, Y/n take you, Wanda, to be my wife. I promise that from this day forward I will regard you not only as my equal, but as my closest friend. I promise to comfort you in sickness and in health. I promise to demonstrate my commitment to you through love, laughter, and compassion. I love you." "It's time for the vows," he says softly

You begin first "Wanda, darling, for so long, I wondered if I would ever find my love, my soulmate. Then four years ago, at another wedding, I turned to a friend for comfort, and instead, I found everything that I’d ever been looking for my whole life. And now, here we are, with our future before us, and I only want to spend it with you – my love, my soulmate, my friend… Unless you don’t want to.”

Wanda started tearing up but holding her composure she began, "Y/n, I thought this was going to be the most difficult thing I ever had to do. But when I saw you walking down that aisle, I realized how simple it was. I love you. Any surprises that come our way, it’s ok, because I will always love you. You were the person I was meant to spend the rest of my life with."

(An: these vows are definitely not stolen from friends)

"just to be sure" he laughs "Do each of you take the other to be your lawful wedded spouse?”

Wanda and you say together with eagerness "I do".

After exchanging the rings he speaks again,

"By the power vested in me by the State of California, I now pronounce you wife and wife. You may now kiss" and took a step back as Wanda eagerly came forward and kissed me softly and whispered "oh I've been waiting all day for this" making you laugh and tear up.

"Ladies and Gentleman, for those of you who have come to witness this union, it is my pleasure to present the newly united couple, Y/N and WANDA Maximoff."

there's that. you and Wanda were married. Actually married. the rest of the evening went great everyone danced laughed cried.

____________________________________________________________

(wedding night)

Your flight was tomorrow in evening so you and Wanda had the whole night to yourself, as you sat there on the bed taking off your jewelry Wanda came from the back rubbing your shoulders you instantly relaxed in her touch

She bent down so she could whisper in your ear softly "I want to fuck you in this dress" You could hear the smirk on her face, and as you hesitantly looked at her she immediately knew what you meant "I promise I'll be gentle no damage would be done to that dress" Wanda knew how much you loved that dress so she wouldn't dare ruining it

"I bought this just for tonight," she says holding a Scarlett strap out in her hand, it was just perfect not too big or too small

"lay down" she whispers in your ear and you did, she folds your dress to your waist and takes off your underwear Wanda was only in her undergarments she took them off and fastened the harness around her as she stood between your legs she caressed your legs and align the strap to your opening slowly entering you while maintaining eye contact as she watched your face confronted in pleasure, only light moans coming out of your mouth

you underestimated the size, it wasn't too thick but it was long. When Wanda was fully in she gave you a moment to get used to the strap

Her fingers entwined with yours, your foreheads touching lightly she thrusts inside you, slowly but hard, every thrusting was pulling a moan out of you as Wanda gasped in your ear throwing praises here and there

"you're doing so good princess"

"my pretty wife"

"oh baby you look so pretty like that"

she didn't stop the praises her thrusts only speeding up, not too fast just perfect sending you into ecstasy, her strap hit your g spot in every thrust "Wanda I'm cumming!!" without warning you came all over her strap.

"Can you give me one more doll? please?" looking at her pleading eyes you weakly nodded as Wanda gently fucks you through your orgasm, kissing your neck so softly she said "My wife only mine" She gasps her orgasm reaching her soon "All mine! cum with me baby," she says as she let out a moan collapsing over you, making sure not to put all her weight on you, you came soon after.

As you both came down from your high Wanda tried to get up but your arms stopped her "Noo please don't go" she cupped your face and said "I'll just be a minute princess" She got and undid the harness and threw it down, took your dress off softly and cleaned you up and herself

"here take some water baby" She gave you and glass of water and you drank as she took the wedding dress to the closet, peaking her head out from the closet she asked, "do you wanna sleep with clothes on or off doll?" "off please" you replied softly yawning

Wanda nodded and got out of the closet, as you made someplace in the bed for her she got under the cover immediately holding you, you lay your head on her chest clutching her like a koala

Wanda started caressing your back "Goodnight my beautiful wife", you smiled and muttered something out hoping Wanda would understand.

And she did. She always does.

[world0fmadness]

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oscar piastri x extreme / black metal vocalist! reader

faceclaim: assorted but mainly hulder and gen vincent

୨୧ for my fellow metalhead f1 fans <3 i recommend listening to hulder and mythic while reading, that’s the type of vocalist i had in mind while writing! tiny metalocalypse reference included because i can

reading music recommendations: winter solstice by mythic - upon frigid winds by hulder - lament configuration by mythic

ynln: took some more pictures for the upcoming album tonight! can’t wait for guys to hear it 🗡

oscarpiastri ✔️: looking beautiful as always my love, these are my new favourite pictures of you ❤️

> ynln ✔️: because you took them?

> oscarpiastri ✔️: yes… but also just because you look amazing

oscarpastrylover: whenever her pictures pop up i just get reminded of how funny her and oscar are as a couple… like oh yeah this is oscar piastri, golden retriever innocent baby of the grid and this is his girlfriend yn, a blunt black metal artist known for throwing buckets of pigs blood at people in the crowd of her concerts!

> oscyn: she’s just a girl <3

> ynln ✔️: i can assure you oscar is everything but innocent

> oscarpiastri ✔️: yn… we talked about this… my pr agent is going to ring my neck :(

> ynln ✔️: i’ll ring his neck first

lewishamilton ✔️: incredible pictures yn! can’t wait to hear the album, i expect nothing but greatness from the likes of you 🖤

❤️ liked by oscarpiastri and ynln

> ynln ✔️: thank you lewis! i can’t wait for you to hear it

landoontop: this is oscar’s girlfriend?

> oscyn: yep! they’ve been dating for a year now

> landoontop: holy shit lmao 😭 i wonder how they met…

landonorris ✔️: strange looking woman

> ynln ✔️: strange looking woman that’s going to gut you

❤️ liked by oscarpiastri

> landonorris ✔️: 😟

oldf1lvr: oscar piastri can you fight?

kerrangmagazine: we had the opportunity to interview and photograph the one and only yn of mythic today! fans of black metal will immediately recognise her as she’s being hailed as the next household name in the black metal world and if you’re not a big fan you might know her from somewhere (or someone) quite different! pick up our latest issue to read all about it

oldf1lvr: OSCAR. PIASTRI. CAN. YOU. FIGHT?

ynln ✔️: it was an honour, thanks for having me in 🖤

oscarynlove: her tattoos are so cool… everything about her is so cool… i have a major girl crush me thinks 😩

oscarpiastri ✔️: great interview love ❤️

> ynln ✔️: thank you my sun 🖤

> landonorris ✔️: yeah, he only bought 10 copies of the magazine

> oscarpiastri ✔️: is there something wrong with supporting my beautiful, lovely, taltented, gorgeous girlfriend? and i have to give some to people on the grid

oscyn: she talks about oscar in the interview! more oscyn content 🥳

ynln: mythic had our very first concert in australia today! this show was extra special to me as it’s my lovely boyfriends homeland 🖤 i hope everyone who attended had a great time, osc sure did and he was sweet enough to surprise the band with pizza afterwards… cut into a pentagram… how cute is that? also featured is a picture of our guitarist, toki, in a trash can, where he belongs <3

oscarpastrylover: oscar just constantly being a supportive boyfriend makes my heart hurt, when will it be my turn?

oscarpiastri ✔️: amazing show love! i’m forever mesmerised by your performance ❤️

> ynln ✔️: thank you osc, i’m glad you had a good time, you looked hot in the paint

> landonorris ✔️: why are we allowing this woman to have access to social media when she says things like that?

> oscarpiastri ✔️: don’t be jealous now lando

iluvf1: the hand pic… yn ln you know exactly what you’re doing and i love it

danielricciardo ✔️: and i didn’t get an invite why?

> oscarpiastri ✔️: you did, but when yn mentioned the pigs blood to went pale and said you were actually busy that day

> danielricciardo ✔️: oh yeah, i was actually, my pet frog died and that was the day of the funeral, very unfortunate timing…

> oscarpiastri ✔️: 🙄

oscyn: yn being so soft with oscar is what makes me love her even more 💔

oscarpiastri: girlfriend appreciation post ❤️ a lot of people think you’re a little freaky and creepy but i think you’re just perfect, love you lots yn

ynln ✔️: thank you osc… love you more satan 🖤 but don’t worry, i am a little creepy

> oscarpiastri ✔️: well then i think creepy and freaky is just perfect ❤️ by the way my mum wants to have you over for dinner again soon

> ynln ✔️: anything for mama piastri 🖤

> oldf1lvr: oscar’s mom being the #1 oscyn shipper will always be absolutely adorable to me

lewishamilton ✔️: young love… you two never fail to make me feel old

> oscarpiastri ✔️: sorry not sorry mate!

oscyn: how anyone can say they aren’t the cutest couple on the grid is beyond me, they’re SO mismatched it’s adorable

landonorris ✔️: simp

> oscarpiastri ✔️: i’m not entertaining this 🙄

> ynln ✔️: can i gut him yet?

> oscarpiastri ✔️: i’m really considering letting you at this point…

> landonorris ✔️: i don’t fear your threats anymore, i saw you cuddling that stray cat that appeared on the grid

oscarpastrylove: this is so cute… she’s so cute… he’s so cute… they’re so cute 💔

charlesleclerc ✔️: perhaps it’s time to meet my future daughter in law…

❤️ liked by ynln and oscarpiastri

> iluvf1: charles hasn’t met her yet? lmao 😭

> landonorris ✔️: he’s scared of her

> charlesleclerc ✔️: i’m not scared of her… just cautious

oldf1lvr: my new favourite couple on the grid, i’m obsessed with them

ynln: boyfriend appreciation post 🖤 my sun, i never believed that opposites attract but here we are, i’ll love you for eternity

oscyn: *sigh* i don’t think i’ll ever find a love like theirs…

oscarpiastri ✔️: i’ll love you for longer ❤️

> ynln ✔️: impossible 🖤

loveuyn: so funny seeing all of yn’s past partners being the same style as her and now she’s dating the human equivalent of a golden retriever and she’s happier than ever

❤️ liked by ynln

landonorris ✔️: you guys make me SICK

> oscarpiastri ✔️: jealousy jealousy…

[misspookiehere]

HE TAXED HIS PEOPLE TO DEATH? His provided lots of flexibility in his tax system.

When Lucien was explaining Feyre he said if they don't pay in 3 days Tamlin is expected to hunt them down.

But during tithe Tamlin said they have 3 days or the offer double next tithe. He don't want to hunt them down.

Plus they can literally give anything. Money is not necessary.

Girly thinks Rhysand have a tree that grows money or maybe they got occasional money rain in Velaris. Huh? How do you think he is running his court.

THE WEIRD ORGY FESTIVAL?

Lo jiii now their fae tradition that they've been doing for thousands of years is now suddenly Tamlin's fault.

SOMEONE HAS TO GIVE THEMSELVES TO HIM?

Girly make it seem like he is dragging women to sleep with him. All the women participating in Calanmai is there on their own.

LOCKED HER IN

Yes he locked her in, biggest mistake but did he controlled what she eats?,did he forced her to do physical training?,did he forced her to work with no salary? Did his people in the mansion was verbally lashing on her? When she locked Nesta in the name of therapy they forced her to do all of these things.

Pls don't start saying that in Nesta's case all these things helped her. Bcoz in Feyre's case staying in the mansion will make sure she is still breathing. Do I need to remind you that Attor & Hybern were still lurking in the SC borders ready to snatch her any moment they got. Yes in SC borders bcoz at this point everybody knows she is in SC they don't exactly have to find her. They are more closer to her than she thinks.

GAVE HER SISTERS TO HER ENEMY?

I thought this one is clear. Looks like I still need to talk about this. Tamlin & Lucien didn't know about Ianthe's plan. How did Ianthe know about her sisters? Almighty Feyre herself told her in details.

And also didn't they visited her sisters when Rhysand was fully aware that Attor was tracking them. And then they invited those Queens who betrayed them later in the same house.

And don't even think about saying If Tamlin hadn't made that deal none of these would have happened bcoz he made the deal after Ianthe was already in the SC. That woman has her own agenda so it doesn't matter if he made the deal or not she still would have carried out her plan.

And also Tamlin's deal was not only to bring Feyre back. 1st of all the deal allowed him to spy on them and 2nd the other part of the deal was that he'll allowed them to cross the wall if they don't attack anyone in SC. Let's just say What if he hasn't made the deal then the war will still happen, they'll still cross the wall, the first court they'll attack will be his but without the deal they'll kill each & every person in SC. I would say it was a thoughtful idea but unfortunately not everything thing was fulfilled.

(putting this here bcoz I commented it somewhere & atleast 10 people said they don't remember & even more people said that this never happened & that I'm a crazy girl making fake scenes in my head)

NEVER TREATED HER LIKE AN EQUAL?

okay fine he didn't give her HL title (the title that didn't even existed) but he was marrying her in front of his people that means he is basically introducing her as the lady of SC ( if not HL) to his whole court . That still gave her lot of power plus respect. 

What exactly Rhys did? Married her privately with only one witness ( I'm guessing) that is the priestess. And then he introduced her as a whore in his court.

THE WHOLE COURT NEEDED TO BE RECONSTRUCTED BY A COMPETENT LEADER?

What kind of leader? Like Rhysand?      Haah Funny coz that dude can't even rule the other half of his court properly.

[di-writes-stuff]

The Very First Night

Derek Shepherd x fem!Reader

One Shot

TW: Literally nothing. I’m taking a quick break from Evermore because I am so in love with this man I need to write some fluffy shit for him. No use of Y/N

A/N: This is based around the whole prom episode. I needed some self indulgent fluffiness. Also yes I’m ignoring both Meredith and Addisons existence in relation to Derek. Fight me.

When the chief announced that Seattle Grace Hospital would be holding a prom, you would have thought he was kidding if he didn’t look so deadly serious.

You made a point not to look at a certain man when he announced it.

Derek Shepherd has made it his ultimate goal to get you on a date with him.

Under any other circumstance, you would have said yes in a heartbeat. Hell, you would have been praying for him to ask the second you met him.

He’s smart, he’s funny, he’s a neurosurgeon for God’s sake, not to mention that he’s absolutely gorgeous.

Derek Shepherd is perfect.

He’s also your boss.

The one and only reason you aren’t leaping at the prospect of a date with him.

The label of “slutty intern sleeping with her boss to get ahead” isn’t an appealing one.

But still, the man is very convincing.

You’re doing charts when he sidles up to you, that smile you always stare at a little too long plastered on his face.

He leans against the counter your working on, watching you while you work.

And desperately try to stay professional when you look at him.

“Do you need something, Dr. Shepherd?” You use his title pointedly, a reminder of the barrier between the two of you.

He couldn’t care less.

“Just some information.” He speaks casually, shrugging as he begins to walk, and you follow him without a second thought.

He’s whittling you down, and you both know it.

“About…?” You try to force a smile off your face, but it’s no use. He’s infectious. His flirting. His smile.

Him.

You’re not somebody who fails. You’re an incredible doctor, you’re going to be an incredible surgeon. You were always considered an academic weapon, acing almost every class you’ve taken.

You don’t fail.

But when it comes to resisting Derek?

You think you’re about to.

“You got any plans for prom?” He speaks smoothly, comfortably, like he’s not a grown man asking a grown woman to the prom.

Like he’s not praying you’ll say yes.

You laugh, looking down at the ground instead of his eyes.

His beautiful eyes.

“I guess I’m coming, but no, I don’t have plans.” You place a special emphasis on plans. You both know what plans means.

A date.

Derek smiles, brushing your side gently, getting you to look back up at him, your gaze softening when you see him.

“Great, I’ll pick you up at nine.” He grins at you, looking very pleased with himself.

You go to speak, and you plan on saying no before you do. Explaining for what feels like the millionth time that nothing can happen between the two of you.

And hating every second of it.

But instead, it’s like your brain does you a favor, and speaks before you can decide what to say.

“Okay.” Your voice is a little breathy, and obviously nervous.

Shock passes over his eyes for a second before the smile on his face grows wider, reaching his eyes and making them sparkle.

Really, how the hell were you supposed to say no to that?

Your hands brush for a moment, his fingers sweeping past yours, sending your heart rate up.

He says something before walking away, but you aren’t really paying attention, more panicking at what you just got yourself into.

You’re going to prom with Derek Shepherd.

You never planned on taking this very seriously. You were just gonna throw on your dress from senior year, slip into some heels, and head back to the hospital.

But now?

Needless to say, you’ll be spending more time getting ready.

……………………………………………………………………………………

Two hours.

You left work early, and spent two damn hours getting ready for the prom.

All because of Derek Shepherd.

He’s the bane of your existence.

You can’t think around him.

You can’t think about much besides him.

When you’re with him, your happier than you’ve ever been.

Everything about him just makes you adore him more. His personality, his talent, his skills, his smile, his laugh, everything.

He might just be the love of your life.

You brush out the carefully placed curls in your hair, watching as they fall over your shoulders in waves. Your old prom dress still fits you, thank God.

The satin fabric hugs your waist, thin straps showing off your collarbone and shoulders.

A slit runs up from the bottom of the flowing skirt of the dress, stopping around the middle of your thigh.

Even you have to admit you look good.

You slip on your heels when you hear a knock at the door, and you swear you feel your heart stop.

You look at the clock by your bed.

9:00 exactly.

He really might be perfect.

Meredith peeks her head into your room, you’re living with her for the time being.

She smiles when she sees you despite how uncomfortable you look.

You haven’t been on a date in months, and you don’t think you’ve been this gussied up in years.

“You look great. I’m sure Derek’s gonna agree.” She teases you, all your friends have known you have a thing for Derek since you started your internship at Seattle Grace.

And now that you finally caved and said yes to a date with him?

You’re gonna be hearing a lot of shit about it tomorrow.

You can’t help but feel like this’ll be worth it.

“Thank you, and shut up.” Meredith laughs at your attitude, heading downstairs to her boyfriend, Finn.

You follow behind her, exhaling nervously before opening the front door to find Derek standing in front of you.

Derek, decked out in a suit and tie.

His hair is perfect, as usual.

And in his hands, a bouquet.

A bouquet of your favorite flowers.

You mentioned it once. A simple, offhand comment. You can’t even remember how it came up. But he did.

He remembered. He cared.

He’s making it really hard for you not to fall in love with him.

For a second you recognized an expression on his face you’re not sure you’ve seen before. He looked nervous. That was before his classic McDreamy smile appeared on his face when he saw you.

“Did I get it right?” He asked, handing you the flowers.

You’re blushing like a schoolgirl, honestly a bit giddy. Here you are, getting flowers, being taken to prom by the most handsome man you’ve ever seen.

You nod, taking them and stepping inside to let Derek in.

“Yeah, yeah you got it right.” You speak quieter than you usually would as you quickly place the flowers in the vase, smiling widely when you feel his eyes glued to your every move.

You turn around to find Derek watching you, a sweet smile on his face, a look in his eyes that means more than just simple attraction.

He admires you carefully, not as a painting, a still, lifeless thing meant for him to enjoy, to examine, to scrutinize.

No.

He admires you like a worshipper in church.

He adores you, and the look in his eyes might as well be a sign around his neck that reads ‘I’m in love with you.’

“You’re beautiful.” His voice is breathy when he speaks, and the words cause a vivid blush to rise on your face.

You utter your thanks shyly, stepping towards him and taking his hand when he offers it. He regains his composure quickly, slipping back into the flirty pattern you two follow.

Still, the basis of it, the reason why all of this is happening.

It’s not flirtation. Not attraction. Not even because you like each other.

It’s more than that.

It’s love.

He leads you to his car, you’ve been in it a couple times before, on the way to dinners you swore weren’t dates, nights spent with one another when you were still adamant on refusing to develop feelings for your boss.

Or, adamant on pretending not to, at least.

The car ride isn’t terribly long, but somewhere in the middle of it, your hand is on the middle console when Derek’s comes down from the wheel, landing on top of yours.

You don’t move, and he takes the opportunity to interlace your fingers, earning a smile from you that makes him wish he could freeze time and stay in this moment forever.

“Thank you, for asking me.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, and you look over at him. His eyes stay glued to the road, but you watch as the corners of his mouth lift to a smile.

“Thank you for saying yes.” He quips back, looking over to you when you stop at a red light.

You laugh for a moment before responding. “It was about damn time.”

The moonlight glistens off his face as he laughs, every detail about him making you fall for him more.

He’s mesmerizing, and you can’t bring yourself to take your gaze off of him.

You’ve got it bad.

“Yeah, it was.” Theres still laughter lingering in his voice when he speaks, and you think you could melt right then and there at the sound of it.

It’s not long after that when you arrive at the hospital. You go to open your door before Derek does so for you, going to the effort of helping you out.

“What a gentlemen.” You say teasingly, letting your hand stay clasped in his as you walk into the hospital.

“I’ve been trying to land a date with you for months, I’m not gonna screw it up now.” He smiles down at you when he speaks, scanning your face. Pieces of hair fall to frame it, and he brings his free hand up to brush them away quickly, knowing the affect it has on you when you blush and look away quickly.

You’re honestly a bit shocked when you see how put together the whole event it, decorations are everywhere, and the lobby has been turned into a dance floor.

You already see a few people you know, the ones that came here with dates are already dancing, and the ones that are alone?

Well, they’re drinking the night away.

You don’t realize where Derek is taking you, too busy looking around, until his arm slips around your waist, and his other hand is holding yours as you’re pressed flush to his chest.

Derek Shepherd just asked you to dance, without saying a word.

“May I?” He’s good at this, and he knows it.

For a brief, insecure moment, you wonder why. You wonder if the reason this is so natural for him is because you’re not the only woman he does it for.

If you’re just a phase.

A tough one to crack.

You worry that he doesn’t feel the same way as you do.

But then, you look him in the eyes, and the softest, the gentle, loving, adoration in his gaze.

Your worries vanish like fog burning away on a summer morning.

“I’m not very good at this.” You warn, smiling sheepishly up at him as he begins to sway you, a grin on his lips.

You’re closer than you’ve ever been. Your free arm is thrown around his neck lazily, and you could melt into his embrace.

He leans down, whispering in your ear, his minty breath fanning over your neck. “I don’t mind.”

You smile when you hear him, laughing sweetly when he continues to dance with you. There’s a few people watching. You and Derek have become a topic of conversation around the hospital ever since he started pursuing you so strongly.

So, pretty much since your first day.

Neither of you seem to mind, to engrossed in each other to care. He hasn’t stopped looking at you this whole night. You’re always stunning, he usually can’t keep his eyes off you when you’re just in your scrubs.

But tonight?

You look like an angel came down to earth.

Derek lifts your arm above your head quickly and spins you, smiling brightly when the sound of your bubbly laughter reaches his ears.

It’s the best thing he’s ever heard.

When he pulls you back in your pressed close to him, touching his chest with yours, staring up into his cerulean eyes. Your breathe mingles as he looks down to you, his gaze flickering to your lips as he does.

Everything else feels like it just disappears. The only thing that matters, the only thing in your world, is the man standing in front of you.

You curse yourself for waiting so long. For always being so damn good. For not letting yourself have this sooner.

Have him sooner.

Every single time he asked you out, you wanted to say yes. But you didn’t, you were too focused on everything you shouldn’t have been.

Colleagues.

Expectations.

Assumptions.

Everything but him.

And now?

You’re done.

So when he leans forward, when his lips brush yours. You close your eyes and let him kiss you, and it makes your knees weak. It rips the air out of your lungs.

It flips your world upside down.

You could have repeated this moment forever and been happy.

You move against him, kissing back, running your hands through his hair. His hands slip further down your waist, coming to rest on the small of your back.

Your forced to pull away as you begin to run out of air, gasping a bit as you do. You press your forehead to Derek’s, smiling widely.

He pulls you in closer, and you bring your head to rest in the crook of his neck, and he sways you back and forth, abandoning any efforts of actually trying to dance.

“You got me.” You whisper, and you feel laughter rumbling in his chest when he hears you.

After all this time, all of the asking, all the flirting, everything.

You let go.

Let go of your worries.

And grabbed on to him.

And you are never, ever, letting go.

A/N: Soooo this is short and kinda cheesy ngl, but I hope y’all liked it.

edit: guys stop glazing we all know this doesn’t deserve over 600 likes

- di <3

[lululandd]

not even fate;

pairing: simon ‘ghost’ riley x f!reader

word count: 784

warning: fluff? ish? ghost is a coward :3

note: funny thing; i met a dude that reminds me of ghost at the airport and we got onto the same plane and i got seated behind him while this fic was in the works jddhhssjj

summary: ghost wouldn’t even think of making a move on a civilian, even after fate (and his friends) pushed them together more than once.

He saw her hand hover by his bicep in his peripheral before feeling a light tap after. She was pointing at her phone, showing him a google map direction that has the track they’re waiting on. Why on God’s bloody earth would she approach a 6’3 fellow in all black—complete with a black facemask and a matching black wool cap—to ask for directions, he would never understand.

“Hi, sorry, is this the right track?” She meekly asked, if he had less honed senses he would’ve asked her to speak up, but he could hear her just fine over the hustle and bustle of the train station. He noted her neatly brushed and slightly curled hair, the makeup on her face, and the clothes she was wearing.

Would.

He nodded, “Right platform too.” He pointed at the sign a little way away.

Ghost had always scoffed at true crime for describing someone’s smile as ‘lighting up a room’ but that’s what’s he’s seeing right now. With big beautiful doe eyes to complete the set. If he was still fully Simon Riley he would’ve chatted her up, but sadly, he’s no longer.

The woman thanked him as she waited a little bit behind him. Had he known at that point in time how things would go, that night he would’ve turned the other way and go the fuck home. But he didn’t, so he stayed.

He met up with Soap and Gaz at a pizza bar—that in their opinion served undeniably the best pizza and also offered unlimited drinks—which they visited almost everytime on leave. Price was occupied with family activities and said would join them later on, which they knew largely meant he would be skipping this outing.

Noting the man sitting alone next to them checking his phone every few seconds made him thought he got stood up, until the girl from earlier showed up, looking sheepish as she made her way. Her gaze moved over to Ghost, so she waved at him, with a surprised look mixed with recognition. He nodded at her and of course Johnny immediately gassed him.

“Ooooo, who’s that el tee?” He started, nudging his upperarm with his shoulder, “Lass’ mad cute.”

“Don’t know.”

“Tae fock ya mean ya dinnae ken?” His voice a half whisper as she sat down. “She waved at yah.”

“English, Mactavish.”

“The. Fuck. You. Mean. You. Don’t. Know. She. Waved. At. You.”

“Mistook me for someone else, probably.”

“Ya nodded back.” He prodded.

“Didn’t want to be rude.”

“Ah piss off, ya shitebag.” Johnny barked, harmlessly.

Ghost couldn’t help but overhear their conversation, which drove him mad. He kept talking about himself while she just kept nodding and asking more questions, and not single time had he asked something about her. Even when the poor girl did find time to slip in information about herself—which he thought was interesting—he found a way to swerve the conversation back to himself again.

The night went slowly, with soap ordering more pizzas while upping their drinks from pints to shots, and the girl’s date still going on and on and on about himself. Ghost was glad she excused herself and politely denied a second date. He had to make sure he went the opposite way she was going before paying full attention to his friends again. Price showed up abhorrently late, clothes faintly smelling of baby powder and shit, and in his tipsy stupor Soap mentioned the girl from earlier.

“He nodded, cap! Tae da hen!”

John nodded solemnly at Soap’s ramblings and nursed his single drink, not opting for the unlimited drinks. Price had confided in him on his ongoing argument with his wife about his obsession with work, and Ghost listened intently as he took mental notes.

That would never happen to him. He couldn’t relate as he would never let anyone get close to even have such an argument.

He saw her again as he got to the station, a bag of fish and chips in hand. And as he was about to walk a little bit farther so they wouldn’t be in the same wagon, his phone buzzed three times in a row to reveal texts from Soap.

TALK

TO

HER

He froze for a moment and looked around to see where this menace of a Scot could be.

Y R U LOOKING FER ME

HENS RIGHT THERE

💀🖕

Soap’s laugh was loud enough that it could be heard from where he stood, which subsequently made the girl turn around. He saw her scan the room for a little bit before her gaze landed and she smiled, making toasting motions at him with a battered fish.

Ah, fuck.

[unholybacon355]

Everything stays in the family: Part Four

Park Jihyo x Huh Yunjin

Word Count: 3.2K

TW: Incest.

[PART 1] [PART 2] [PART 3] [PART 5]

DISCLAIMER: I’m adding this disclaimer because I think it’s necessary.

This story have some taboo themes like incesto to name one. I need to say that obviously some of the things I wrote here aren’t good and by any means I’m trying to make it look like good and normal things. Read at your own discretion.

Everything you see here is fiction and many things in this story are not really good. This is for fun and only for that. Also, all the characters you see here are adults and Jihyo is older, but I’m not specifying how old she is.

Another thing to say is that I have no clue about how human bodies actually work, so you can’t expect me to be very accurate about some things. I’m not saying what because I want you to figure it out as you read.

CHAPTER FOUR

That afternoon Yunjin and Chaewon spent many hours talking. Yunjin told her girlfriend everything that happened in great detail, crying in many parts and hugging Chaewon in many more. It was really cathartic in a very different way than talking to Jihyo had been. While talking to her mother had helped her a lot, being able to vent to Chaewon was a different relief. After all, her girlfriend could see everything from an outside perspective and offer her a new point of view. Although they practically agreed on the fact that Yunjin had done well to trust Jihyo and finally started calling her mother. After all, she behaved in a maternal way much more than the woman who gave birth to Yunjin.

Chaewon also found it adorable that Jihyo let Yunjin sleep with her. Which in Chaewon's opinion was yet another proof that Jihyo had earned the right for Yunjin to call her mother. Of course, Chaewon hadn't found what had happened that very morning when they returned to get the SD card adorable or funny at all, so evidently Yunjin had to lie. She said that when she came back she had seen something that reminded her of her biological mother and that's why she hid in the bathroom to cry, that when she got back to the car she was angry with herself and that's why she had yelled at Chaewon. Fortunately her girlfriend fell for that whole vile lie.

Although Yunjin had to apologize to her girlfriend for treating her like this and taking it out on her when it had nothing to do with the matter, that was much better than telling her the truth. It was impossible that she was going to tell her girlfriend what she had done locked in that small bathroom, it was something she had to go to her grave with.

“... And that's why it's better that you worry about Jihyo and her baby now."Chaewon said with a sentence that Yunjin hadn't heard half of it, all because she was lost in her thoughts.

“You're right."Yunjin replied lying on her back on her girlfriend's bed. "All I have to do is forget this bad time and help Jihyo, especially now that my father is gone.”

"Speaking of which, I hope he thinks about me and brings me a present. Auch!!"Yunjin punched Chaewon in the thigh.

"First you want to steal the baby and now my father? Yunjin said laughing, stroking Chaewon's thigh.

"Eewwww no!! You know the only person I call “Daddy” is you. But you have to earn it."Right after releasing that obscenity she leaned over to kiss Yunjin between the laughter of both of them.

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Yunjin returned home earlier that day than the day before. Proof of this was the fact that the sun could still be seen setting in the distance over the roofs of the houses. Wrapped in the golden and reddish glow of the sunset sun Yunjin prepared to enter the house, not wanting to look towards the living room where everything had happened the night before.

Yunjin tried to go straight to the stairs, but as soon as she set foot on the first step she heard Jihyo calling her from the kitchen.

"Yunjin, is that you?"Jihyo's tone was kind as always. “Can you come for a moment?”

"Hello."Greeted the redhead coming into the kitchen. She found her mother leaning on the island in the middle of the stay, drinking from what looked like a cup of coffee. “Is everything all right?"Yunjin asked fearing that Jihyo would want to talk about what happened that morning when she found her naked in her bed. “Are you drinking coffee?" She added quickly as she noticed the aroma coming to her nostrils.

"Don't worry, it's decaffeinated. Your dad hid the regular coffee." The woman said with a hint of sadness as if she missed drinking caffeine. “At least the aroma is the same.”

"Don't worry, I'm not going to tell him if you drink a cup every now and then.”

“I'm supposed to be the responsible adult here, but you're spoiling me. Jihyo let out a small laugh. “But I shouldn't. Also that's not why I called you anyway." She made a little movement with her hand as if wanting to put thoughts about coffee out of her mind.

“What's the matter? Did something wrong happen?” Yunjin suddenly felt afraid because the expression on Jihyo's face had changed. What if her biological mother had picked on hher again? No, that couldn't be it. It had already become clear to that woman that Yunjin did not want to see her again. Then what could it be? Something about what happened in the morning maybe? The redhead really hoped that it wouldn't be that either because she wouldn't be able to bear the embarrassment of talking about the matter with Jihyo. The truth is that she could not bear the embarrassment of talking about this topic with anyone.

"Oh don't worry." Jihyo reassured her. "Something did happen but it wasn't bad, it was just an accident… I think." Yunjin really didn't know what to expect at that moment, but at least Jihyo didn't look nervous so it couldn't be anything serious. "Well, you see. This afternoon I found a dirty towel in the bathroom on the first floor.”

”I'm sorry if I haven't helped with household chores lately..." Yunjin tried to apologize thinking that this was about a towel that hadn't been changed. The truth was that the project she had presented today at the university had been taking up more time than she wanted and she had neglected her home duties a little. But clearly it wasn't about that because Jihyo interrupted her.

“No, it has nothing to do with that. It doesn't bother me at all that you get a little careless if it's because of your studies." The woman paused for a moment before continuing. "You see... the hand towel in that bathroom was stained with semen.”

Yunjin was petrified once again that day in front of Jihyo. Right now the redhead wanted to be swallowed by the earth, there could not be anything more shameful and dirty that her mother found traces of her semen scattered around the house. Her face turned a much more intense red than her hair as she tried her hardest to think of a proper apology.

“No, no, I'm not scolding you. Take it easy." Jihyo dedicated a new reassuring smile to her. "After the way you found me this morning it's clear that I have no right to scold you about that. But if I'm going to ask you to be more careful and be more responsible." Yunjin felt like with every word the temperature on her face kept rising, probably her face was so red that it could be seen a mile away in the pitch dark. “If you are going to use a towel you have to change it immediately, especially if it is from a common area. Remember that sometimes people come from work and it would not be nice to receive them with such a surprise. For the rest I don't care where and when you give yourself pleasure.”

Yunjin listened to everything in silence, thanking that her mother did not know the reason why she had masturbated in that bathroom. It was still very embarrassing that Jihyo had found traces of her semen. She could swear that she had cleaned up well, but probably because of the rush of forgetting to check everything

“I'm sorry, really. It's not going to happen again... I'm not doing it outside my room again." She added that last hesitantly, but since she had already found the woman masturbating that same morning Yunjin believed that she could allow herself that little license.

"As long as you don't give a show to the neighbors or someone outside the family I have no problem where you do it, but please clean up after you're done." The very calm way Jihyo had practically just told Yunjin that she was allowed to masturbate anywhere in the house as long as no one catch her and leave everything clean, certainly contrasted with the normally sensitive topic they were dealing with. But that also helped to calm Yunjin down a little, because it was clear that she hadn't gotten into trouble.

"I'm sorry.” The redhead apologized once again. “From now on I will be more careful.”

“That's the way I like it. Now, young lady, since I had to change the towel, it's only fair that you have to clean it. I left it by the washing machine with a load of dirty clothes, you just have to put it inside and turn it on. Okay?”

Yunjin couldn't believe that she had escaped from that, but she still felt ashamed. “Okay, it is the least I can do." She finally replied.

“Well, if you haven't had dinner yet, there's food in the oven for you. After turning on the washing machine you can heat it up.” Jihyo meditated for a second and then added. “That's part of your punishment. If I find out that you ate before putting the clothes to wash you will have to clean the towel by hand." That really sounded like a punishment, or it would have done it if Jihyo hadn't started laughing a few seconds after saying that. "Don't worry, do whatever you want dear. But you should turn on the washing machine before going to sleep.”

Yunjin really couldn't believe how lucky she was that Jihyo was such a relaxed person. But fortunately that day she had discovered that her mother was much more open about sexual topics than she had ever imagined. That is, anyone else in her position would have yelled at her for barging in while she was masturbating, or given her a big reprimand for smearing semen on a towel in a bathroom that everyone used. But there she was, making jokes and telling her that pleasuring herself was completely normal. Really, all this time Yunjin had been overlooking how much it made life easier for her to have Jihyo as a mother.

"I prefer to do it right away, so I don't forget it.” She was about to leave the kitchen, but turned around at the last moment. “And thank you for being so understanding.”

Jihyo gave her a big smile before answering. "Since you found me in a much more embarrassing situation this morning, the one who is being understanding is you.” The red color returned to invade not only Yunjin's face, but now the older woman's cheeks had also turned red.

"Oh that... well..." Yunjin swallowed hard. “You yourself said that it's kind of normal.”

Still feeling like a hormonal teenager from being discovered in such a way, Yunjin entered the laundry room and set out to do the assigned task. In fact, said towel had a thick string of her own semen, which she did not understand how she could have missed. But the whirlwind of emotions she had been feeling since the previous night surely didn't help her to be very thorough in the things she did.

She threw the towel into the deep of the washing machine and then went about adding the rest of the dirty clothes without paying much attention, lost in her own thoughts and tribulations until something caught her attention. She had a piece of soft black fabric in her hands, which couldn't be anything other than one of Jihyo's panties. One of her mother's used panties.

Without really understanding why, she stared at the garment with a questioning expression. She had been fantasizing all day about the smell of her mother's private parts, what if... No, no, that was wrong. But on the other hand, when would she have the opportunity again? Maybe they didn't even have a smell, maybe they were just there by mistake, but it was so tempting. Finally, with her heart beating as if it were going to explode, Yunjin took the garment with both hands and spread it in front of her eyes. Now she could clearly see a white stain in the place that corresponded to the crotch, so yes they were used and it was very likely that they still had some smell.

The redhead knew that what she was doing was disgusting and only made her actions from the morning even worse, the same ones that in a strange coincidence had led her to this point, but she had stopped resisting. Yunjin brought the panties closer to her nose and at the same moment that the aroma of her mother's vagina hit her nostrils, her cock was flooded with warm blood.

In her opinion it was one of the most wonderful aromas she had ever smelled. It tickled her nose and it somehow relaxed her. She felt like she was floating as her nostrils filled with the musky smell of that perfect vagina, so much so that she couldn't resist continuing to inhale as much as she could. It still wasn't enough so to her surprise Yunjin found herself licking the small stain of fluids on the panties. The taste was almost as wonderful as the aroma, and it only served to complete an experience that threatened to take Yunjin to nirvana itself.

She had also inadvertently put her hand into her pants and started pumping on her cock. Damn, her range of motion was so small and Yunjin was so horny that she couldn't help but open her pants and free her cock. She had forgotten that Chaewon had kept her boxers so she wasn't wearing anything underneath, but that didn't matter right now. In fact, she also didn't realize that thinking about her girlfriend had done nothing to break her out of the trance she had entered, as a result of which she was now rubbing the used garment over her face.

Despite everything Yunjin still didn't get enough pleasure, but an idea crossed her mind. Maybe the only sane thought she'd had since she found the used panties, except it wasn't a sane thought at all either. In fact, it was not sane at all.

Despite herself, Yunjin separated the panties from her face and quickly began to dig on the dirty clothes. Luckily for her, it didn't take long for her to find another pair of Jihyo's panties, this time they were white, and without wasting any time she wrapped the fabric around her cock while she buried her face again on her mother’s black panties.

The soft fabric felt glorious against the skin of her throbbing member. Maximizing the sensations caused by the constant pumping of her hand, while the smell of Jihyo's intimate areas kept her mind blank. Even Yunjin had caught the smell of her mother's butt on the garment, which caused a new wave of pleasure and intensified the rhythm with which she moved her hand.

By now Yunjin had already lost count of how many times she had come that day, but surely she must be setting a new record for herself. Even though the fleeting encounter she'd had with Chaewon in the college bathroom had threatened to let her dry, she could somehow feel how her balls were full again and ready to shoot a load for her mother. Which was also curious because it wasn't going to be the first time that day that she came thinking about Jihyo, much less the second since she had released her load inside Chaewon while she thought about Jihyo.

The enormous excitement she was feeling right now served as Yunjin's shield to resist shame and disgust for all the obscene acts she had done, and continued to do, that day. In her head there was only room for pleasure and perverted fantasies about Jihyo. She had quickly given herself over completely to sexual impulses and had forgotten everything else.

Her senses were flooded by the scent and taste of the older woman. Yunjin couldn't understand how something as obscene as smelling and licking dirty panties brought her so much pleasure, but it's not like she was thinking about that right now. Flashes of fantasies wandered through her mind in which Jihyo was in the most diverse poses, sometimes completely naked and other times wearing only the panties that Yunjin now had on her own face. Those same fantasies made her wonder what it would be like to taste Jihyo's orgasm, because although her garment was clearly stained with vaginal fluids, the redhead was convinced that her mother had not come while she was wearing those panties. At least Chaewon's taste changed between normal fluids and when she exploded with pleasure, so surely Jihyo's taste changed too. It was surely even more delicious and wonderful than what she was experiencing right now.

Yunjin imagined herself with her face covered in Jihyo's fluids. A mixture between the nectar from her vagina and the woman's breast milk. She imagined warm droplets running down her face as she tried to catch as much as possible inside her mouth. She had already received Jihyo's breast milk on her face earlier that morning so remembering the taste of her came easily, which quickly threatened to bring Yunjin to her climax. It only took a few more pumps with her hand for her to cum again that day fantasizing about the woman who only the night before had accepted her as her daughter.

Without a doubt a very twisted situation, but that itself excited Yunjin more and made her release ropes of hot semen that leaked through the fabric that wrapped her cock. Those panties had been completely ruined, coincidentally it was the second pair of white panties that had been ruined that day because of Yunjin.

Yunjin's arm hurt from having frantically masturbated non-stop, again, and it was hard to breathe. A lot of that last part was because she still had her face buried in her mother's black panties. Gasping she removed the garment from her face, but continued to maintain her grip on her cock. That fabric wrapped around her member was the closest Yunjin's penis was ever going to be to Jihyo's vagina, and she wanted to prolong the sensation as long as she could.

The redhead's cock was still hard, perhaps a product of those fantasies she still had hanging over her head, so she slowly started pumping with her hand again. The sensation this time was much softer, as her own semen acted as a lubricant. Yunjin closed her eyes and although she knew that it was impossible for her to have two orgasms in a row, she continued to masturbate slowly while she lost herself again in her fantasies. And that was what made her not realize what was about to happen, because for the third time that day Yunjin was petrified in the moment when she heard Jihyo talking to her from behind.

“Huh Yunjin, what do you think you are doing?” That simple question was enough to make the redhead's blood run cold.

[gem-de-lune]

Daily Vibe Check 11/6

(Side note, but don't yall think it's funny that the day I said we would get news abt Seunghan that we literally got news abt Seunghan 🤣🤣)

Seunghan Today:

The Wheel + The Hyerophant

He is still in that same energy of accepting what is about to come. There is good luck on his side, and despite not having complete stability he feels stable. He feels good about where things are going. And he is in a good mood.

What is he doing today?

Queen of Chalices + 7 of Swords + 2 of Pentacles

This is serioussssllyyyy sussy. About what I said about waiting around for an answer with a plan? This is it. The 7 of Swords indicates something fishy is afoot here....he is sneaking around doing something?? It seems to relate to the 2 of Pents rather than the Queen. Meaning he is being sneaky regarding a decision' or regarding juggling/weighing some options. I think this pertains to this plan I spoke of previously. With yhe queen the energy is that he is self consoling or being consoled and calmed by another person- or someone is helping him with or through this ongoing event in general.

So sus.

How did the meeting go yesterday?

8 of Wands + 3 of Chalices + the Stars

This is a good omen, the 3 of chalices reminds me of the 3 of pents we pulled for the meeting check in outcome yesterday. Very collaborative and positive vibes, it's a feeling that brings people together for enjoyment. The 8 of wands indicates some rapid movement happening as an effect. If we look at everything in sequence, there is a consensus that rapid movement is under way to celebrate something people have been hoping to hear, to bring it into the physical realm/reality. So this is a very good omen for our cause.

Has the official decision been made?

8 of Chalices + 9 of Wands

I would say yes, it has. There seems to have been a shift in perception for a lot of people who maybe had different conflicting views on the matter of Seunghan's return. As these things were addressed, a change occurred and many disillusioned people saw the light. I think a huge highlight was the protection of artists. With the 9 of wands, we are seeing boundaries being upheld. There is a huge shift in what SM finds appropriate fan behavior- and they are starting to realize what heinous acts they have dismissed as normal reaction up until this point when they are actually harrassment.

Will the Public recieve an answer today?

2 of Swords

Maybe. There is a strategy being thought of in which they are not certain, which will lead to the best outcome. But it looks like they will be weighing them out with their eyes closed, or honestly, pick out the two fave choices and flip a coin. They may make a gamble here. But personally I think no answer today.

When will we get an answer?

2 of Chalices

This bot only indicates the answer may be very good and maybe made in a way that pleases people, but the number 2 pops out. The number 2 also popped out for the 2 of swords....👀👀👀 AND if you remember yesterday's shareholder meeting read- the number 3 for 3 days popped out.....so it may be in 2 days now. But could be 2 hours (i hope). I don't think 2 weeks or months is appropriate.

The "woman" Supporter

A few of yall were asking if this lady:

Was the one on Seunghan's side. I pulled a few cards for this

4 of Chalices + High Priestess

It appears as though she may be involved, but she is not a blind follower or lover of Seunghan's reinstatement. It appears she is thinking about things very logically from her business and role's perspective. So, rather than being a blind advocate, she offered evidence that supported Seunghan's reinstatement.

What exactly did she do?

2 of Swords

Very interestly, it seems she may be responsible for the "plan" we have been speaking about, especially because her roles deal with the global market. I think she has something to do with the ideas and implementations of this plan or how to proceed from here.

No notes today but I hope all of yall over 18 in the states voted today 😠

[motherlvr]

reflections

Request: "Omg I have an idea where in this universe miles is the prowler and y/n spider-women but in the spider miles can you make it where y/n is the prowler and miles is Spider-Man and they like meet like how they did here"

thank you for the req and your patience!

wc: around 0.6k

Pairing: Earth-42! Miles Morales x Spider-woman! Reader, Earth! 1610! Miles Morales x Prowler! Reader

Warnings: minimal cursing, established relationship, nothing really, the multiverse is confusing

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This was not in the terms and conditions of becoming Spider-woman. In fact, this was probably one of the things you should've abstained from considering you were Brooklyn's most honorable vigilante. Then again, that would also mean you'd have to refrain from dating the Prowler. Or being associated with him. You broke that rule a while ago.

Did this make you a kidnapper? Or at least, aiding and assisting in a kidnapping.

Your boyfriend, Miles, had restrained a version of himself on a punching bag. The Spider-man version of himself. You almost felt sympathetic for him. As the variant tried to convince your boyfriend to let him go, you felt your spider-sense go off.

Only a moment later, your senses were correct as usual. A portal appeared next to the three of you. With a strange figure marching out of it.

The portal's luminous light nearly blinded you as you squinted your eyes. You could barely make out the figure marching towards you. But then you recognized her. "No way." You gasped, cupping your hand over your mouth. How did you not think about the possibility of this occurring?

It was like looking into a mirror. Except, this mirror must've shattered during shipping. She wasn't by any means a reflection of you. She wasn't Spider-woman. No, she was the Prowler. Suited head to toe in gear. And she looked pissed beyond comprehension.

Miles and you immediately became defensive. You readied your webs, "Who the hell are you?" you demanded.

She sneered at you, "More like, who the hell are you?" Taking in your appearance, she looked you up and down with a glower. Her face recoiled at the sight of a heroic, vigilante version of herself.

In response to her hostility, you said, "I'm Spider-woman, who else would I be?" You rolled your eyes at her. In no universe would you ever consider becoming the Prowler. That wasn't the case for her, however.

"That's funny. I'm the Prowler. But I assume you already know that." She growled as she wound up her claws, ready to pounce on you. She protectively stood in front of your boyfriend's impersonator. The Spider-bitten version of your lover. The Spider-man clone seemed to be relieved that she came for him. The fear dissipated from his face.

You suddenly had a revelation.

"Oh my god, babe. They're us but swapped." You grabbed onto your boyfriend's arm, shaking him. You couldn't fathom what you were witnessing. It was now evident to you that she was here to rescue her beloved Spider-man. You belonged together in every universe, it seemed.

"Who says you're not the ones swapped?" She lowered her guard as she sassed, putting her hands on her hips. Seeing the Prowler variant of you act so un-villain-like was certainly a change of pace.

Yeah, she was definitely a variant of you. You tried to contain your laugh, reminding yourself that she was supposed to be your rival. She's supposed to be the bad guy in your story. But so was your boyfriend.

Leaning over to your Miles, you whispered to him, "I know I shouldn't, but I like her."

Regarding your comment, Miles told you composedly, "That makes one of us."

[decidedlygorgeous]

My brother doesn’t understand why a woman would cut her hair short when a creepy man told her he liked her long hair

My brother thinks it’s cringy when women repost the “we are the daughters of the witches you tried to burn”

My brother thinks I’m so cringy and lame for liking Taylor swift and enjoying Disneyland. He doesn’t understand that even though I get she’s a billionaire with different problems than me and she’s not perfect, her lyrics still speak to me. And I feel safe at Disneyland because it reminds me of my grandma who taught me to believe in magic and of my dad who loves hearing about the behind the scenes stuff and the stories of the cast members.

My brother is so forward in his thinking about other stuff that I struggle with him when I try to tell him that in a group of his friends I get cut off and ignored when I say something, and someone will repeat what I just said. He doesn’t believe me because he didn’t hear me, proving my point.

My brother, who does not know what happened to me, doesn’t understand why women would choose a bear over a man because HE would rather live. I would much rather die.

My brother scoffs at booktok and what ���trash” women consume with written and audio smut when I know he watches porn.

My brother doesn’t understand why I was upset with the older man at the concert who wasn’t listening and kept talking over me, telling me I should move to the open spot so I could see better, when I was saying I was purposely standing right behind my dad so the lights wouldn’t hit me straight in the eyes and I didn’t really care about seeing the band anyways.

My brother is such a smart person and is so caring about a lot of stuff. He does copious amounts of research to back himself up so he knows what he’s talking about. But sometimes I fear that he gets so caught up in the facts that he forgets that people have feeling and they sometimes do matter in discussions.

He forgets that only he can tell when he’s joking and so when I ask him if he’s serious and he says yes, I’ll believe him because he’s my brother, and I’m supposed to trust him. Sometimes he forgets that jokes are also supposed to be funny to the person you’re telling them to and gaslighting is not a funny joke. And it makes me believe and trust him less.

My brother forgets that he was not the only person slighted by our mother and so when he’s ranting and telling me what happened and I say “I’m sorry, I understand how you feel” he scoffs and tells me to shut up and I’m the Favorite child who gets everything. I’m not and I don’t, that’s our second oldest brother. But me being the only girl I see why he would think that.

My brother is NOT a villain and he’s certainly not my villain. He’s a complicated person I love that sometimes hurts me. And I have no doubt that I’ve hurt him, I am no victim after all.

[cyborgartalchemist2]

Imagine being so fucking aggressive about a ship you make jokes about Magneto and that very groomer scene from X-Men 97 that just... excuse the behavior? Because that doesn't sound very progressive in my opinion. Like yeah... rape culture in relationships just permeats fucking shipping but lets do nothing to argue against it. Lets make jokes that perpetuate the behavior and excuse men taking advantage of women.

To me having Magneto take advantage of a much younger mutant under his tutelage because she's desperate for physical connection and he's the only one she can touch is meant to showcase A) how Gambit contrasts Magneto and B) remind us that Magneto is never above using mutants for his own gains.

If this were reality most people would be calling Magneto a groomer and worse. We know Rogue was still a teen when Mystique took her in. We know that she's been an X-man for a few years. So Magneto was patient enough to wait until she turned 18?

Historically he hasn't done well with his love life. Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver's mom left him without telling him he fathered children because she was scared of him! (I'm only going on TAS and 97 here since this is an adaptation.) So where in the high heavens does everyome think he would be good for Rogue?

I don't care about the 'better than Remy' arguments because that's not the point! The point of who you ship Rogue with should be about if it's a relationship that is good for her! Is she their equal? Does she get treated with respect? Magneto looked at the Genosha council and without asking Rogue said "I'll lead but only if this woman I am trying to get back is my queen". LIKE DOES THAT EVEN SOUND MATURE? Magneto shows up, sees Gambit and Rogue being even mildly affectionate and starts pulling asshole moves on Rogue. And the narrative did nothing to make Rogue stand up for herself (which she would have) she should have told Erik "I'm a big girl I can get my own sugar for my coffee." She is shown numerous times to remind everyone she is no one's 'territory'.

Also wish to address the fact that making Rogue x Magneto comes with a 'sex is the only thing that matters!' Flavor that is exactly what so many of us are tired of in shipping. When did shipping stop being about the drama of a couple fighting against a narrative that pushes them apart or about finding love in the most unconventional of places, like alien hunting? And become solely about how nasty they can fuck? Seriously?

AND it's so blandly hetero it's not even funny. Because honestly the ways in which a couple can experience pleasure that don't involve traditional p in v penetration is vast and wild and there are enough types of gear and costumes and the like to facilitate that between Rogue and Gambit. Because that's all the argument has to stand on, is which man can fulfill her sexual needs. WHICH SHE HERSELF REALIZED WASN'T ENOUGH. She kisses Erik and goes "nope they're ain't any sparks there. This isn't going to be fulfilling ever."

Not to mention the fact that I can't genuinely see Magneto offering to die for Rogue. Sorry that grandstanding in Genosha was not the same. It was barely a heroic move... he still didn't save the Morlocks he promised to protect... he still failed. He couldn't save Leech and he couldn't stop the Sentinel either. Because yeah Magneto attempted to save Rogue and Gambit, but he did nothing to save the Morlocks at his side and he also survived without taking out the giant killer robot... but Gambit? Gambit said fuck it, gonna take this motherfucker to hell with me. He stopped Rogue from facing the sentinel so he could. And he actually stopped it. All on his own. Because that's what an x-man would do. Sure Magneto protectdd two people but sacrificed the morlocks yet again...

AND ON THE SUBJECT OF ROGUE x GAMBIT

Has Gambit always been great with Rogue? No, but that was the 90s and now look at how he handles shit? Comics writing has grown. It was a lot more heternormative and still had lots of rape culture hold overs in it.

Look at the episode when Cody shows up. He uses Rogue's connection to him from the past and then puts her in a situation that almost takes away her humanity. Her powers, which was what lured her into this trap in the first place, saved her from a man taking advantage of her. And the one time Gambit (in TAS) takes advantage of her, Morph in her form, told him to come and get some from her first. (So while he should have paused and woke Rogue up before kissing her, he had what he thought was an invitation.)

Gambit takes Rogue's decision to rule Genosha with Magneto incredibly well. He doesn't get mad, he doesn't call Rogue names, he doesn't do anyhting to hurt Rogue the way she is hurting him. He accepts it like a gentleman. Unlike Magneto who pursued Rogue's affections in unhealthy ways.

So uh... yeah that's my fucking rant.

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

hi hello I love your writing

maybe you could do that Donna and reader are already in a relationship but nobody knows. but they have to stay Dimitrescus castle and after a couple days Daniela wants to play matchmaker with Donna and reader. After a few attempts and failing to get her sisters involved Daniela feels so confident that she’s making progress with her matchmaking and reader and Donna think it’s funny and play along. Of course soon after Daniela breaks into readers room bc she thinks there’s another woman in her bed but it’s Donna.

Yes!!! Thank you for your request!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!! :)))

Matchmaking

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Word count: 5,531

Summary:  A storm made you to stay at the Dimitrescu castle with your secret girlfriend.... What could go wrong?

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :))

“Cherries, oranges...” You said quietly, reviewing the order you always brought to the castle. No matter how long you had been the village's fruit supplier, you still didn't get used to being treated with respect among the Lords. “I think everything is there.”

The maid accompanying you glanced at the baskets and nodded with a smile.

“The lady says that the apples you brought last week were excellent,” young Ingrid commented, making your pride fly through the air.

“Oh, that's good, I guess,” you commented amused, crossing off the tasks completed in your small notebook.

“Of course, (Y/N), I highly doubt you'd still be here if they weren't,” the maid laughed, amused. You blinked, feeling a knot in your stomach. Sometimes you forgot who you worked for.

“Yeah...” You sighed, picking up a small one with homemade jams.

“It was a joke,” the girl said, embarrassed for having reminded you that one mistake and all the blood in your body would disappear. You smiled and nodded understandingly, before the creaking of the door caught your attention.

“Oh, Lady Beneviento,” the maid said bowing politely to the black figure that entered the warehouse.

The mystery woman nodded and you had to try hard to hide a smile and the rapid beating of your heart.

“Ingrid,” you said, drawing the attention of the maid, who was still crestfallen, intimidated by the presence of the doll maker. “You should inform Alcina of her arrival, right?” You asked, raising an eyebrow, to which the young woman nodded profusely, leaving the warehouse.

You looked at the door to see that the maid had left and approached the lady in black, who also seemed a bit nervous.

“You honor me with your presence,” you whispered, biting your lip and taking a cherry from the basket, walking petulantly towards the lady, who laughed shyly under her veil. “You should try this… It is one of the best I have ever delivered.”

With the smile not leaving your face, you reached under the black veil, popping the cherry into the lady's mouth, who laughed again, reaching out to reach your hand and hold it, swaying.

After looking at both sides, checking that no one was there, you approached slowly, lifting the black veil and kissing the Lord’s lips slowly, something that made her gasp and bring her hands to your face, walking erratically until your back collided with a wall.

“Have you missed me, Donna?” You asked lovingly, contemplating her beauty, the beauty of her smile. She nodded, before attacking your lips again with a slightly rougher, more eager kiss.

“Did you think about what I proposed to you?” She asked in a low voice, lowering her hands to your waist.

You smiled even wider and pretended to roll your eyes.

“I don't know... Leaving my filthy cabin to live in a mansion with the woman of my life...” You murmured, hanging from her neck, soaking yourself in her lavender perfume.

“What do you have to think?! Say yes and let's go to the castle, I want to play with the girls,” the Angie doll said, impatiently tugging at her owner's dress.

“Angie, you always have to ruin the romance, huh?” You protested, shaking your head. The lady's pale hand diverted your gaze back to her, who was waiting for your response even more impatiently than the doll.

“So? What do you say, tesoro?” She asked again, approaching your lips.

“Mm, if you call me tesoro again, I won't think too much about it,” you joked, caressing her cheek and making her bite her lip.

“I can call you more things...” She whispered in your ear, leaning her body against yours in that cold warehouse.

“What kind of things?” You asked back, trying not to get too hot. The lady in black opened her mouth to say something that would probably send shivers down your spine, but she regretted it when footsteps began to be heard in the snow.

“Oh, it smells like a maid,” you murmured, kissing the back of her hand and turning away from her just as Ingrid entered the room again.

“Lady Dimitrescu is waiting for you, Lady Beneviento,” she said with heavy breathing. “And for you too, (Y/N).”

You both nodded and followed the young woman up the hill that led to the castle.

It seemed crazy, unlikely, but the trust the village Lords had placed in you had unforeseen consequences.

You were used to walking to the distant estate on your errands and it didn't take you too long to get used to Donna Beneviento. Strange, disturbed and... A terribly beautiful woman.

The visits became longer and longer, until finally, that curiosity you felt was relieved, you saw her face hidden and immediately afterwards, you showed that you felt something for her with a kiss. The feeling was reciprocal, obviously, something you sensed from her nervous way of speaking to you and those eternal teas that seemed to have no end.

It could be great news, that love you were waiting for, but, even if it was, and you were convinced that it was, there were still small formalities to clarify.

Donna was shy, too shy. For some reason no one but you, well, and Angie, knew about your relationship. Maybe out of fear that Mother Miranda wouldn't approve it, or maybe because Donna didn't want to tell anyone because... Well, you didn't know why exactly. You didn't care, you were okay with it and besides, you didn't want to be the center of rumors in the village, at least until you moved in with her, which was already imminent.

“Why is my sister waiting for you?” The lady in black asked with that tone that showed the jealousy she felt. You couldn't blame her. Until she met you, she was terribly lonely. It wasn't her fault that she didn't know exactly how human relationships worked.

You looked at her out of the corner of your eyes, suppressing the urge to take her hand, and pointed to the small basket you were carrying.

“Jam,” you whispered always careful for the maid to not hear you. Donna was very good at it but you... Not so much.

“You've never brought jam to me,” Donna protested, you assumed, looking at you curiously.

“When I move in with you, I'll do it every day,” you whispered, moving your hand so it brushed hers, causing another shy laugh to come out of her veil. “Which flavor is your favorite?”

“Mm, well, I...” She began to whisper, before a terrible crash interrupted her. It seemed like thunder.

“Uh, oh... It looks bad,” you said, looking at the black clouds in the sky, which had abruptly darkened it. Donna looked up and extended her hand to check if it was raining.

“I don't think it's raining,” you said, resuming your walk before, as if it were a shower, a thin curtain of water began to bathe you. “Oh, wow…”

“Let's go inside, quickly!” Ingrid screamed, now running up the hill.

You both nodded and, picking up the Angie doll from the ground, you ran towards the castle before getting completely wet.

“For Gods’ sake...” You said, helping the maid to close the doors. The rain was merciless and tireless. “Thank goodness this was my last assignment.”

Donna nodded, checking that her dress hadn't gotten too wet.

“Are you okay Don... I mean, Lady Beneviento?” You asked, correctly placing the veil of the woman in black, who discreetly nodded.

“It seems that the storm has caught you,” a deep voice said, Alcina Dimitrescu, who was waiting for you at the entrance, with a seductive smile, as always.

“Yes, my lady,” the maid said, bowing her head. The lady in white smiled and directed her gaze towards you.

“(Y/N), punctual as always,” she murmured with that sensual tone, making Donna couldn't help but cough to let out a little of her annoyance. “Donna, you have come too…”

“Yes, my lady... The jam,” you said kindly, glancing askance at the jealous lady in black and bringing the basket to Alcina.

The lady of the castle picked it up and looked inside with a satisfied smile.

“Good job, little bird,” she told you with a subtle, but terribly seductive gesture.

“Um, yeah, I...Okay, I'm leaving,” you said nervously, not wanting to prolong poor and insecure Donna's suffering any longer.

“Why are you such in a hurry?” Alcina asked mockingly. “It's raining heavily out there. I wouldn't want anything to happen to my favorite fruit supplier. Besides, Donna and I were going to have tea, weren't we?”

“Be careful about what you say, sister, (Y/N) is...” Angie hissed, pointing an accusing wooden finger at the lady in white, who raised her eyebrows.

“Angie, shut up,” Donna snapped.

“Yes, yes, shut up, you kind of talking furniture... The girls are already in the room, I'm sure you have a lot of things to talk to them about,” Alcina said, ignoring that curious threat that caused you to blush. “Anyway, will you come with me, ladies?”

The two of you walked in silence through the corridors of the castle. It wasn't the first time you stayed there drinking tea and avoiding Alcina's flirtation, but of course, Donna didn't know that.

“My lady, the tapestries you commissioned for,” a maid said, interrupting your walk, giving you an opportunity to ask Donna a question that made you tremble.

“Angie's not going to snitch, is she?” You whispered, getting closer to the lady in black, who was maintaining a stoic pose. She looked at you briefly and shook her head.

“No, you can be sure,” Donna whispered with that soft, hoarse voice that made your heart calm down.

“You're talking behind my back, huh?” Alcina interrupted, amused, making you both immediately stand at attention, comically shaking your head, serving only to make the tall lady laugh sinisterly.

That tea was strange. The sound of rain bounced against the glass while the clock on the wall emphasized your boredom. In another corner of the room, the Dimitrescu sisters' laughter with Angie bounced off the walls. You liked them, and you wouldn't have minded spending that time with them instead of sitting in silence over a cup of tea.

“Well, now I really have to go,” you said, finishing your cup in one gulp and getting up from the couch.

“Don't be stupid, (Y/N), it's still raining,” Alcina muttered, lighting a cigarette.

You looked at Donna looking for some complicity. Like every afternoon, your daily romantic dinner awaited.

“Yes, I... I'm leaving too,” the lady in black said, standing up next to you, earning you a curious and suspicious look from Alcina.

“What are you two up to?” She asked curiously, studying your trembling posture.

“Nothing,” you said in unison, sounding even more suspicious. Alcina stood up, approaching in an intimidating manner and leaning down to look at you closer, looking for something that would give you away. You knew that the lady of the castle was anything but naive.

“Then stop acting like you do and put your asses on the couch. No one leaves. The storm is getting worse and dangerous. I will tell the maids to make dinner. Tonight you will stay here.”

“But, but...” Donna murmured, nervous.

“No buts, Donna. If Mother Miranda finds out I left my youngest sister alone in such a terrible storm she will punish me by having to put up with that idiot Heisenberg at the next meeting. And as for you... (Y/N), I'm not going to put those delicious jams in danger.”

The two of you looked at each other and shrugged, sitting back down as the lady in white disappeared with an elegant step.

“I think she knows, Donna,” you murmured, eyes glued to the door.

“You think so?” She asked, getting closer, but keeping the distance, with that tone and that discreet look.

“If she doesn’t, what does that mean?” You insisted. She shrugged again.

“Well, so what if she knows?” Donna asked, with a slightly firmer tone. Of course, if Alcina suspected that there was something between you two, the shadow of Donna’s jealousy would disappear from her mind. It wasn't such a bad thing.

“You're jealous, huh?” You joked, giving your lover a nudge that startled her, making her shake the head in an exaggerated way.

“No,” she said dryly, giving herself away.

“Yes, yes, you are...” You hummed, moving closer.

“Stai zitto...” She murmured, crossing her arms, avoiding your gaze.

“You see? You've gotten nervous,”  you mocked, raising and lowering your eyebrows. She shook her head again.

“You make me nervous, (Y/N),” she protested, just before your little game was interrupted by an irritating porcelain puppet.

“Aren't we going home?” Angie asked, curiously.

“No, Angie. We'll stay here tonight,” her owner explained, still breathing hard from that conversation.

“Good!” The doll celebrated. “(Y/N), do you play poker?” She asked you, pulling at your clothes.

“Bet lei with a bunch of bloodsucking flies? What a plan...” You joked, standing up, but not before winking at your girlfriend, who shivered angrily at your teasing.

The three Dimitrescu sisters were… Curious. They may have seemed like three normal girls, but they weren't. They could terrify anyone. But fortunately, they always liked you and that gave you a certain sense of immunity.

Time passed and the coins went from one place to another on the old carpet. As if looking for a miracle, from time to time your head turned towards the window, hoping that it would stop raining. Luck did not smile on you in that regard.

“I'm bored...” Daniela Dimitrescu protested, plopping down on the sofa next to Donna, after having lost countless games.

“That's because you're a loser,” Bela, another of the sisters, murmured, studying her cards cautiously. You smiled knowingly.

“Cass, tell her something, she called me a loser again,” the girl protested, sitting upright and squeezing her fists.

“We can deny the truth, Dani. Don't you think so, (Y/N)?” The most serene of the three, Cassandra, told you. You smiled, but shook your head, placing your cards down.

“I prefer not to say anything. I like the blood running through my veins,” you joked, sighing, hoping again for a miracle so the rain would disappear. It didn’t do it.

“Let's play something different,” Daniela interrupted again.

“What?” You asked, studying the traps of your playmates. You knew that with them, it was impossible to win, but, to see how they tried to trick, amused you.

“Hide and seek?” Angie asked, excitedly, which made your body shake with terror. No, not again...

The young Dimitrescu's gaze was directed towards Donna, who was sewing calmly, without disturbing, as absent as ever. A sinister smile caught her attention as the girl approached her, wrapping her shoulders.

“Let's play to find a girlfriend for Aunt Donna,” Daniela said, without any shame. The lady in black stirred, trying to get out of her grasp without success.

“Oh, come on, Dani. Leave her alone,” Cassandra protested, shaking her head.

“It can be funny, don't you think?” The young Dimitrescu sang, looking at you in a funny way. You had to hold back your laughter.

“Yes, yes, a girlfriend... Doesn't that sound fun, (Y/N)?” Angie said in a dark voice, looking at you psychotically.

“Shut up, Angie,” you growled, trying not to let the rest to find out. The doll laughed irritatingly and ran to the lap of her owner, who was surely wishing that the earth would swallow her.

“If Aunt Donna wants to be alone, you have to respect that, Dani,” Bela said. “Don't you think, (Y/N)?”

“Of course,” you said, your voice trembling from the attack of laughter that threatened to give you away.

“But that's very boring!” Daniela shouted, shaking your girlfriend by her shoulders. “Wouldn't you like to have a girlfriend, Aunt Donna?”

“Um, I...” The lady in black stammered, crumpling the fabric she was sewing in her hands.

“Mother says that someone to warm your bed always comes in handy,” young vampire said the, making you have to cough to hide a laugh.

“Daniela!” The other two sisters screamed, annoyed by her sister's impudence.

“(Y/N), you were single, right?” The girl asked, approaching you and releasing poor Donna from her grasp.

“Me? Yes, I’m...” You whispered, starting to be uncomfortable in that situation.

“Oh... Interesting, come on,” Daniela said, pulling your wrist to get you up and dragging you to the couch and sitting next to the lady in black, who moved to get away from your body, which she didn't want to do.

“Aunt Donna, (Y/N). (Y/N), Aunt Donna,” Daniela said, pointing at you in a kind of strange introduction. “Come on, come on, shake your hands.”

With the black veil covering her face to know her expression was impossible, but the most sensible thing was to obey that curious order. You reached out your hand towards hers and shook it half-heartedly, noticing how poor Donna was already starting to sweat.

“Well, you know each other,” Daniela said, satisfied, nodding and sitting in an armchair in front of you.

“We already knew each other, Daniela,” you said amused, leaning back on the couch with a curious look.

“Did you? Well, This is even better,” she responded, putting her legs up on the couch and sitting down childishly.

“Daniela…. Leave them alone…” Bela protested. “Mother is going to be angry…”

“Shut up, you boring thing!” Her sister screeched in response. “Aunt Donna, did you know that (Y/N) makes some delicious jams?”

Donna looked at you and then nodded.

“I had heard something about it,” the doll maker whispered, with an almost imperceptible voice. The vampire smiled pleased at the answer and put on a thoughtful look.

“(Y/N), did you know that Donna cooks very well?” She asked you, making an indiscreet smile appear on your face, nodding slowly.

“I had heard something about it,” you whispered, imitating your lover's response, something that surely made her laugh behind that horrible veil.

“Well, it's clear isn't it? You know, jam, cooking... The two things together could be interesting,” Daniela commented, as if she really didn't know what she meant. She wasn't the best matchmaker, of course, but you had to admit this kind of game was pretty interesting.

“I guess so,” you said amused, glancing at the lady in black, who seemed more relaxed.

“Yes, yes, that's the spirit!” Daniela said satisfied, joining her hands.

“Daniela, you're going to...” Cassandra murmured.

The young woman ignored her sister's protests and continued looking at you curiously, looking for a way to get you to agree on something. In reality you did, you both loved each other madly.

Daniela got up from the armchair, pacing from side to side. The Angie doll had serious problems holding back her laughter, just like you. The young woman approached you, perching on the couch and holding your chin so you could look at the woman in black.

“Look, Donna. (Y/N) is a pretty girl, right?” She asked with a childish voice, seductive at the same time.

The lady in black stared at you for a moment, you assumed with that tender look, that look that made you fall completely in love with her.

“She is,” Donna whispered in a scandalously low volume, but perceptible to Daniela, who smiled widely, letting you free from her too-strong grip.

“Well, I... I have never seen Aunt Donna’s face. I don't know what she looks like, but Mother told me that...” The young Dimitrescu murmured confused by having to explain the beauty of Donna that you weren’t supposed to know.

“That's enough,” Bela said, getting up from the floor and dragging her sister away from the couch under your watchful gaze. “Dani, you already know that Aunt Donna is very sensitive, mother says that she can suffer a crisis if we are not careful with what we say.”

“It doesn't matter. It's okay,” Donna herself interrupted, to the astonishment and triumph of the two sisters.

You were also surprised by that reaction. You didn't think it was possible, but she seemed to be enjoying this curious conversation.

“I'm sure she's a beautiful woman... The most beautiful woman in the world...” You whispered tenderly, leaning towards Donna, who laughed shyly.

You couldn't see it, but you were sure that behind that black fabric, there were rosy cheeks.

“You see? You see? It's working,” Daniela said, with a tone of victory, curing her tongue mockingly at her sister, who rolled her eyes, lying down again on the floor next to Cassandra.

“The only thing that will work is mother's punishment when she finds out that you are playing with your aunt and the fruit girl,” Cassandra murmured, laughing amused.

Daniela protested by stamping her feet on the floor, but she immediately relaxed, turning towards you again.

“Don't call her fruit girl,” she protested, “She'll be your aunt too.”

You covered your mouth to hide your laughter and took advantage of that small moment of distraction to caress Donna's hand discreetly, which made her shiver and return the caress slowly, running a finger along the back of your hand.

“Yes, yes, whatever you say...” Cassandra whispered, listlessly.

“Oh, look Dani, look!” Angie shouted, pointing to your clasped hands, causing you to separate instantly. “How cute!”

“Damn devilish doll,” you hissed, embarrassed, even more when the young Dimitrescu's face lit up.

“Keep going, keep going, you were doing very well,” she commented happily, joining your hands again. “Wow, I must have an innate talent…”

“Yes, for the problems,” Bela murmured, shaking her head.

“They were caressing their hands!” Daniela shouted, hitting her sister on the head, who looked at her furiously.

“Angie, shut up now,” you growled at the puppet, who sat between you, swinging her legs. The doll just tilted her head, thus saying that she didn't plan to do it.

“They like each other, I'm sure,” Daniela protested, engaged in a ridiculous fight with her sister. “You’re envious.”

“Envious? Come down from the clouds, little sister,” Bela said, fighting with her sister in a comical way.

“What a mess we made, huh, darling?” You whispered to your girlfriend, who nodded in amusement while your hand rested on her cheek, underneath the black fabric.

“Stop that now!” Cassandra shouted, trying to separate the vampires.

“Fight, fight, fight!” Angie encouraged, paying more attention to the fight, and not to your discreet caresses.

“Girls!” A deep voice interrupted that chaos, Alcina. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Nothing, mother,” they said agitatedly, standing at attention in front of her mother, but not before elbowing each other several times.

“Well... Ladies, dinner is served,” Alcina said elegantly, gesturing for you to get up.

Again, and followed by the three sisters and a couple of maids, you walked through the corridors, heading towards the dining room.

“(Y/N)?” A familiar voice asked, putting a hand on your shoulder. A maid, an old friend of yours surprised you, just when you were going to whisper something to your girlfriend.

“Mihaela, nice to see you,” you said with a smile, causing the lady in black to stop, turning around curiously.

“Yes, well, I've been in the castle for quite some time now and...” She began to explain, grabbing your arms affectionately, before a black cloud pounced on you.

“No, stay back!” Daniela screeched, as she materialized and pushed the maid out of your reach, sticking her tongue out at her. “Out, out, out,” she repeated, making the maid turn away, bow her head, and run away.

“Hey, she was my friend,” you protested, letting yourself be guided back to Donna, who was waiting patiently for you.

“No friends, (Y/N),” the young Dimitrescu said, taking your arm and wrapping it in that of the woman in black, who sighed... Satisfied?

“How good it has been for you,” You joked, without letting her arm go, walking in front of Daniela, who was watching you tirelessly.

“Who was that cagna?” She asked hatefully, whispering with a clenched fist. Jealousy again.

“A friend, Donna. She was my best friend for a while,” you explained, trying to make your words only audible to her. “Nothing you need to worry about.”

“Well, ladies, take a seat,” Alcina said, spreading her arms on the dining room table.

“Here, here (Y/N)!”Daniela screamed, gesturing for you to go over there, right to the chair next to Donna’s, how predictable.

With a comically chivalrous gesture, the young Dimitrescu sat you in the chair, under the furious and attentive gaze of her sisters.

The dinner was silent, despite Daniela's continuous glances, as she sat mysteriously in front of you, studying each of your gestures.

“Lady Dimitrescu, would you be so kind as to bring me the wine?” You asked kindly. As the lady nodded and grabbed the bottle, the rebellious hand of her daughter interrupted her.

“Wait, mother,” Daniela said, offering the wine to Donna. “Come on, Aunt Donna, (Y/N) wants more wine.”

Alcina looked at her with a frown as the lady in black, with trembling hands, poured some wine into your glass.

“Thank you, doll face...” You whispered, making the bottle almost slip through her sweaty hands.

“What are you playing now, Daniela?” The lady of the castle asked, oblivious to the hand that slid under the table, your hand in Donna's, calming her nerves with soft caresses.

“Aunt Donna and (Y/N) like each other, mother. I think that thanks to me they can be…” the young vampire explained, which caused a laugh from her sister Cassandra.

“Oh, is it true?” The lady asked in a dark voice, as if somehow your suspicions were true and she had known about you for a long time, which was quite likely.

“It's Daniela, mother, she's been bothering Aunt Donna and (Y/N) all the time,” Bela complained, with a look of superiority.

“I haven't bothered them, I'm sure they'll fall in love,” Daniela said, getting up from the table. Alcina continued watching you in a funny way.

“What stupid things my girls say, right, ladies?” Alcina asked in a soft voice, with that sinister smile.

“Yes, yes...” Donna murmured, not letting your hand go under the table.

Finally, and after an uncomfortable and funny dinner at the same time, it was time to sleep. The storm had not let up all the time, the idea of ​​​​spending a night, perhaps a special one with Donna had long since disappeared from your head.

“There, (Y/N), you will stay in that bedroom. Surely inside you will find something to wear,” the lady of the castle told you, opening the door of an old room.

“Thank you, my lady,” you said kindly, wanting to get into bed and forget that day, well, think about that day.

“Donna, you'll stay in this one, okay?” The lady in white murmured, opening the door in front of yours.

Your girlfriend nodded slowly.

“Do me a favor, ladies...” Alcina murmured, walking slowly, turning to look at you over her shoulder. “Don't make too much noise, I'm a light sleeper.”

“What?” You asked when the lady turned the corner.

“She knows, now I'm sure,” Donna said, nervously playing with her hands.

“Well, it doesn't matter,” you said, gently grabbing them, playing with them, getting closer to her.

“What a day, huh?” You joked, passing your hand under her veil, caressing her hot cheek from due to the blush. She nodded, linking her hand to yours.

“Maybe we should tell everyone,” she commented.

“Yes, maybe, before Daniela undresses us and puts us in a bed,” you joked, making Donna step back, overwhelmed by that insinuation.

“Well, I hope that doesn't happen,” she stammered, revealing her nervousness about the step you had not yet taken in your relationship.

“Do you? Well, I partly wish so...” You whispered seductively, lifting her veil and kissing her tenderly on the lips. “Anyway, good night, Donna.”

“Good night.”

You got into bed going over the events of the day. The lightning illuminated the room and the rain from the glass accentuated how sinister it was to be in that castle. You smiled, amused by Daniela's attitude towards you. According to Donna, she had been doing that kind of things for a while.

A noise at the door, a few silent knocks, caught your attention, causing your heart to beat quickly, scared.

“(Y/N), open the door, it's me,” the unmistakable accent and the softness of Donna's voice sent a flow of relief to your body, making you discreetly open it so the lady in black could pass by, already with her hair down and a kind of sleeping dress.

“What are you doing here at this hour, miss?” You asked amused, hanging on to her neck and attacking her mercilessly with your kisses. She laughed gasping for your tireless kisses, for all those kisses you would have given her if it weren't for that stupid storm.

“I wanted to see you,” Donna explained, pulling you onto the bed and getting into it.

“See me? What's wrong, are you cold?” You asked jokingly, joining her under her covers.

“My life is very cold without you,” she whispered affectionately, being the one who kissed you at that moment, enjoying the warmth of your bodies under the sheets.

“Mmm,” you purred, moved by her almost sickly romanticism. “Say it again, but in Italian...” she asked playfully. Donna laughed and leaned closer to your ear.

“La mia vita è molto fredda senza di te,” she whispered in your ear, making you suppress a moan at those seductive words.

“Do it again,” you asked amused, kissing her neck and causing her shyness to come to light with small laughs that you imagined weren't so scandalous.

“La mia...” She couldn't finish the sentence as your kisses attacked her again, turning that old room in the castle into a hot and lustful, anxious and hungry environment.

“Wait, (Y/N),” she said, catching her breath when your playful hands lifted her dress, letting it fall next to yours. “Our first time can't be... Here.”

“Why not?” You asked, running your hands along her bare back, also getting rid of her bra. Donna didn't seem to mind.

“It would have to be special,” she said, playing with yours, sending it flying, unable to suppress her desire.

“A huge castle under the light of lightning is not special enough?” You asked, running your hands over her chest, continuing to caress her. Her smile was all you needed to continue.

After a few gasps, rolling around fighting for supremacy in that small bed, something made you stop.

“What's happening?” Donna asked, looking around her, nervous.

“I think, I think I’ve heard...” You whispered, getting off your lover and turning on the small light on your table.

“Gotcha!” Daniela Dimitrescu rushed to the bed with a cloud of flies, making you both cover yourself, especially Donna.

“What the hell...?” You asked, pulling the sheets to cover your nakedness while Daniela looked for clues throughout the room, grabbing a black bra from the floor, one that wasn't yours.

“What does this mean, (Y/N)?” Daniela said, with an accusatory tone, throwing the garment in your face with contempt.

“Wait, let me...”

“No! I spent the afternoon making you and my aunt fall in love! And what do you do? To get into bed with a whore maid,” She said furiously, clenching her fists on both sides of her waist.

“I think you're wrong,” you said with relative calm, inevitably smiling.

“I'm thinking of telling Donna. You're going to make her cry and you'll pay for that,” Daniela said before leaving the room, making your girlfriend leave her hiding place and peek out of the sheets, sitting next to you.

“Daniela, wait,” she said with a broken, but confident voice.

“Don't dare to give orders to me, you bitch! You're going to...” The vampire squealed, stamping her feet on the ground until she got a good look at your companion. “Aunt Donna… Is that you?”

She nodded, searching for her black veil, forgetting that she hadn't brought it.

“Wow... You are more beautiful than mother had told us,” Daniela whispered, approaching and sitting on the bed, embarrassingly close to your naked bodies.

“There is no maid,” you said, covering your girlfriend better, who was trembling because of her nerves.

Daniela’s shocked face changed to one of happiness, hugging you both awkwardly.

“I knew! I knew it would work!” She screamed, squeezing you tightly. “You'll see when I tell my sisters, they're going to be tired of apologizing,” she said triumphantly, separating to your relief and walking towards the door. “I’m the best. Knock knock, who is it? The best couple creator in history, the infallible, the only, the inimitable Daniela...”

Her words were lost as she walked out of the room, still flattering herself.

“Um... Maybe we should tell her that...” You said amused, scratching the back of your neck.

“She seems happy,” Donna said, resting her head on your shoulder, forgetting about that embarrassing moment.

“You're right. Let's let her enjoy her victory. Besides, tomorrow is a hard day. You'll have to help me with the move, my dear Donna...”

[mj-iza-writer]

Can you please write something with a caretaker who was in an abusive home as a child and has trauma from that, then maybe they have a nightmare about what happened to them as a child and then the whumpee comforts them?

Please?

If there is one thing I know about is childhood trauma. I am so sorry it's taken me so long to get to this request. I do hope you enjoy. -MJ

"Here you go", Caretaker handed Whumpee a mug of hot cocoa.

"Thankyou", Whumpee smiled.

Caretaker winked back, then they turned to hand their mother a cup.

"Took you long enough. I also see where I stand", their mother glared at Whumpee, "serving that one first."

"They're my patient", Caretaker only whispered.

Whumpee noticed how Caretaker seemed to cowar away from their mother. Whumpee had done it millions or times in their past. It was a slight movement, but Caretaker definitely had cowarded away.

Caretaker came in and sat down with another cup for themself.

"Lazy", their mother mumbled.

Caretaker looked down at their cup with disappointment.

"I uhm, had them up for a little while last night because of the storm", Whumpee glanced at Caretaker for a moment before looking at the mom, "storms bring back bad memories."

"My child brings back bad memories of my husband. Just as lazy, not considerate at all. I thought I raised them better", the mom stared at Whumpee.

"Funny you remind me of someone too", Whumpee spoke without thinking first.

Caretaker looked up at them quickly and shook their head no.

"Oh... I want to hear this", the mother spoke with venom in their voice, "who might that be?"

"Whumper, the person I was rescued from. They were about as rude as you", Whumpee couldn't stop themself.

"Well, I never", the mom gasped dramatically.

"Maybe you should hear it sometime. The world doesn't revolve around you. Caretaker has helped me so much. They have taken care of me, but even now, I know the world does not revolve around me. I'm not entitled to their time and energy. I would be lucky to just be in their presence. I'm sorry if you don't know Caretaker like that. You are missing out on knowing a great person."

The mother stood and eerily walked toward Whumpee. They dared to even lift their hand at Whumpee to threaten to slap them.

"Mom, they are legally protected by the state. You could go to jail if you hit them", Caretaker stood quickly and blocked their mom's path, "I, uhm, you should leave."

"I can see where I stand. I will never be back. I will never talk to you again until I receive an apology for how I was treated today", the mom leaned to the side and glared at Whumpee, "I wish Whumper would have...."

"MOM, get the fuck out of my house", Caretaker raised their voice, "you are not welcome here anymore. You may not threaten my patients. My patient did in fact almost die because of their abuser. You would never know anything about hard work. Dad died because he was working hard to support you. Get out.... now."

Caretaker came back after making sure the door was locked, and updating the police on the situation so they could watch the house.

Caretaker leaned on the doorway and looked at Whumpee for a moment.

"I-I'm sorry, I don't know.... I didn't mean to...", Whumpee made a terrified face, "I-I didn't mean to upset her. I just wasn't thinking and it all came out."

Caretaker's face turned to a big grin, "years... it's taken me years to stand up to that woman. The moment she started to threaten you, I lost it. You said what I've wanted to say for so long. At first, I was scared, but it felt... it felt good."

Whumpee looked at Caretaker with confusion, "I-I'm sorry."

"There's nothing to say sorry about my dear. You did good, and helped me", Caretaker smiled, "you helped me so much."

"Oh, ar-are you sure?", Whumpee fidgetted with their fingers, "Whumper would have killed me."

"I'm sure, do you uh? Do you want anything... more hot chocolate, a snack? Anything?", Caretaker started for the kitchen.

"No no, I'm okay", Whumpee watched them weirdly.

That night, Whumpee could hear Caretaker in the other room moving violently in their sleep.

Whumpee cautiously opened Caretaker's door and inched into their room.

Caretaker was loudly moaning while they tossed and turned.

Whumpee stood next to their bed and could see tears glistening on Caretaker's cheek. Caretaker was talking in their sleep even. Though inaudible, Whumpee could figure out what was going on.

"Caretaker", Whumpee whispered as they gently shook Caretaker's shoulder.

Caretaker startled awake and looked around. "Hmm, hmm, oh uh... Whumpee", Caretaker breathed heavily, "do yo...do you need something?"

"You were having a nightmare", Whumpee frowned.

"Yes, I know. I'm sorry, did I wake you?", Caretaker sighed sadly.

"I wasn't asleep yet", Whumpee played with their fingers nervously, "it was about her... wasn't it?"

Caretaker looked over their disheveled sheets.

"Yes, it was. I occasionally have them", Caretaker sighed again, "I'm sorry for scaring you. Come on, let's get you back to bed", Caretaker started to get up.

"Caretaker?"

"Yes Whumpee", Caretaker stopped and looked at them with concern.

"You know it isn't good to hold that in", Whumpee almost pleaded, "you need to talk to someone. You can talk to me... like how you listen to me talk about my past, and it makes me feel better."

"Whumpee, I can't seek therapy from my patient. That would be bad for everyone", Caretaker smiled weakly, "thankyou for offering though."

"Caretaker?"

"Yes Whumpee", Caretaker looked up again. This time, exhaustion was clearly on their face.

"If I was having nightmares like this.... What would you do to help me?", Whumpee whispered.

"I uh", Caretaker could see where Whumpee was going, "I suppose I would stay with you until I knew that you were sleeping comfortably, and maybe longer than that. I would probably schedule an appointment with your psychologist so they can help you. I would try to help you to the best of my abilities."

Whumpee nodded, "why won't you do that for yourself then?"

Caretaker stared at their sheets in defeat.

"Alright, I'll schedule an appointment for myself. You are wise beyond your years... you know that?", Caretaker chuckled.

Whumpee grinned sheepishly, "Whumper hated that about me. Why do you think I got beat up so often?"

"Come on, you need to get some sleep", Caretaker started to get up again.

"But I want to watch over you", Whumpee pouted.

"Yeah, no. You are still my patient. I'm not letting you stay up to do that", Caretaker stood.

"Please", Whumpee pleaded.

"No", Caretaker stated a little firmer this time.

Whumpee looked down sadly.

"How about this", Caretaker looked over their bed, "it's a pretty big bed. Do you want to bring a blanket in here and sleep in the bed? I'll put this body pillow between us. Sound fair?"

Whumpee quickly nodded with a smile.

"Alright go get your blanket", Caretaker smiled.

Whumpee came back dragging a huge comforter from their bed.

Caretaker laughed as they saw how big Whumpee was smiling.

"I don't know if I've ever seen such a big smile on someone's face", Caretaker commented as they stood to help Whumpee into the bed.

"I've never gotten away with speaking my mind before. I'd usually be bruised and battered", Whumpee snickered.

Caretaker covered Whumpee with the comforter.

"Sometimes people need to hear it", Caretaker started for their side of the bed, "I know I did, and my mother."

Caretaker leaned over the body pillow to see if Whumpee was out.

It had been a few hours since they both got comfortable into the bed.

Caretaker relaxed when they could hear gentle snores coming from Whumpee.

"My sweet patient", Caretaker cooed happily as they thought about how lucky they were to have Whumpee to take care of.

Caretaker laid back down and looked up at the ceiling. A happy smile across their face... their first genuine smile they had made in a long time.

Moments later, small snores came from Caretaker as well.

Caretaker's heart was at peace... thanks to Whumpee.

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