#and all for content that you can — like i said before — scroll past and ignore

[uhzuku]

so you're out here starting arguments, putting words in people's mouths, and then getting pissy when people disagree with you and you just give up and say "I'm not reading all that" when someone explains why they think you're wrong. Nice job, that's real mature. Also it’s not the same person fye. How do you even think he could be typing out that long response on his main blog while also typing out a long ask in your inbox at the same time? It doesn't make sense that he would be doing both at once.

homie it is 9am, go eat breakfast

[tsunodaradio]

unless you call tonight ⛐ 𝐋𝐍𝟒

THIS IS: FORMULA ONE, A MILESTONE EVENT 📀 lando falls for a busy woman and it ruins his life.

♫ starring: lando norris x pilot!reader. ♫ word count: 4.3k. ♫ includes: romance. suggestive content/off-screen smut, profanity. friends with benefits. @norrisradio requested busy woman by sabrina carpenter. ♫ commentary box: unfortunately, i will never be normal about anything tara asks of me. ever. all my lando's are hers and this is proof. 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Lando stares at his phone, his thumb hovering over the screen. The chat is open— your name at the top, a string of texts below. Nothing crazy, just a couple of messages exchanged over the past few weeks. Enough to keep the line open but not enough to call it anything solid.

He exhales sharply and locks his phone again, as if that will stop him from thinking about you. Spoiler alert: It doesn’t.

He unlocks his phone. Reopens the conversation. Scrolls up, reading over the last thing you sent. Been up since four. Dead on my feet. Talk soon. 

That was two days ago.

Lando flops back onto the hotel bed with a huff. He should text you. It’s not like you’d ignore him. Every time he’s reached out, you’ve answered, even if it’s just a short reply before you’re off somewhere again. 

But that’s the problem, isn’t it? 

He already knows how this will go. You’ll take hours to reply, if you reply at all. Not because you’re uninterested— at least, he hopes not— but because you’re busy. 

You live in the sky, chasing time zones while he chases apexes. He doesn’t even know where in the world you are right now.

You’d met briefly. One of those moments that should’ve been forgettable but wasn’t. He was waiting for his flight, slouched in an airport lounge, when you walked past in uniform, checking your watch. Someone had called your name, and you’d turned just enough for him to catch the hint of a smile. 

He knew, then and there, that he had to at least try. 

“Give me your number,” he had said, leaning against the airport counter, all charm and easy confidence. “So I can let you know when I land safely.”

You had laughed, shaking your head as you tapped your name and number into his phone. “Is that your way of saying you get nervous on flights?”

“No,” he’d grinned, locking the contact in. “It’s my way of making sure I see you again.”

“Don’t be boring,” you warned before handing him off to be handled by some attendant who had probably tried to flirt with him. He couldn’t be sure; he was so caught up with you that he couldn’t see past it.

Lando had planned on being anything but boring. And yet, here he is, stuck in his own head.

He drags a hand down his face, annoyed at himself, at the situation, at you for being so goddamn unavailable. Not in the emotional way. No, that would be easier. But in the literal, physical sense. 

It’s ironic, really. He’s the one in a different country every weekend, but somehow, you’re still the one he can’t seem to pin down.

Maybe that’s what makes this feel different. He’s used to things being easy, casual, within reach. 

You slip through his fingers before he can decide what to do with you.

He types out a message. u free?

Then he deletes it. 

Tries a different approach. what country are u in now? 

Lando deletes that, too. 

His fingers dance across the screen as he jams out yet another thing he won’t send, typed out with the belief that simply putting it out into the world might suffice. 

i miss being inside u, he types, and then he backspaces until it’s just i miss u, and then he just trashes the whole thing all together. 

Lando rests his phone on his chest.

And waits. What for, he’s not sure.  

It’s not like he’s asking for much. A conversation. A distraction. A sign that you might be thinking about him, too.

With a sigh, he locks his phone and sets it aside. 

Not tonight. 

The first time you slept together, Lando hadn’t really thought about what came after.

You’d been in the same city by coincidence. One of your flights aligning with his race weekend, just by sheer luck. The two of you had figured that out quickly enough, and from there, it had been easy.

A drink, a conversation that flowed too smoothly, a brush of your fingers against his when you took his empty glass from him. By the time you were both back at his hotel, neither of you had pretended it was anything but inevitable.

Lando had been more than happy to take his time with you, to let things build and stretch into the early hours of the morning. And, fuck, it had been good. 

You were the kind of person who made everything feel easy, like you’d known each other longer than just the past handful of hours. Like you’d done this before, even though you hadn’t.

So he’d fallen asleep next to you, pleasantly exhausted, fully expecting to wake up to a warm body curled into his.

Instead, he had woken up to the rustling of sheets and the quiet clink of a zipper.

Blinking through his sleep-heavy haze, he had turned over to see you by the foot of the bed, pulling on your jacket. Your bag was already slung over one shoulder, your phone in your free hand. The bedside clock read something ridiculous— barely past five in the morning.

Lando frowned. “You’re leaving?”

You glanced at him. “Yeah. I’ve got a flight to catch.”

“Right now?”

You huffed a laugh and adjusted the strap of your bag. “That’s usually how flights work, yeah,” you had shot back. 

He narrowed his eyes at you, still groggy, still trying to wrap his head around the fact that you were actually about to walk out the door like this. “So you’re just gonna disappear before the sun’s even up?”

“I’m not disappearing,” you corrected, “I’m saying goodbye.”

Lando scoffed, unimpressed with the technicality. “Right.”

A brief pause settled between you. He could still see the soft marks of his fingertips on your skin, the messy imprint of the night before. He thought, just for a second, that maybe you’d hesitate. That maybe you’d crawl back into bed, let the morning stretch a little longer.

But you just smiled instead, already halfway to the door. “Good luck on your race.”

And with that, you were gone.

Lando sat there for a long moment, listening to the faint click of the door shutting behind you.

He wasn’t used to being left behind. 

He had finished on the podium that race. Everybody talked about his car, about strategy, but he knew he’d been fueled by spite and the glorious afterglow of a good fuck. 

A part of him had wanted to reach out and ask if you’d seen him win. He didn’t, of course. He liked to think he had some dignity. 

Tonight, though, Lando is convinced that all of his dignity will be damned.

He steps out of the bar, the night air cool against his flushed skin. The noise from inside spills onto the street— laughter, the bassline of some song he should probably recognize, the occasional burst of applause from a group in the corner. He exhales sharply, rolling his shoulders as he leans back against the brick wall, phone in hand.

He shouldn’t be checking his phone. Shouldn’t be waiting for anything.

But he is.

He flicks his thumb over the screen, unlocking it for the tenth time in as many minutes. No notifications. No messages.

No messages from you.

His jaw tightens. He shoves his free hand into his pocket, tilting his head back against the wall. It’s stupid. You have a life, a job that doesn’t leave you glued to your phone, a schedule that barely aligns with his. But it doesn’t stop the frustration from simmering under his skin.

Then, as if the Universe is sick and tired of his moping, his phone vibrates.

from: little ms. pilot ✈️ You good?

Lando exhales through his nose, half in disbelief, half in relief. He should let you wait, make you sit in silence the way he had. But he doesn’t. His fingers move before he can think better of it.

to: little ms. pilot ✈️ i was starting to think you forgot about me

The dots appear immediately.

from: little ms. pilot ✈️ Don’t be dramatic. Long flights, long days.

He runs his tongue over his teeth. Yeah, he knows. Doesn’t mean he likes it.

to: little ms. pilot ✈️ am i so easy to ignore, hm??

A bit too honest. But he lets it sit.

from: little ms. pilot ✈️ Poor baby. Want a kiss to make things better?

A sharp laugh escapes Lando. He glances back toward the bar, but the thought of going back in— of pretending he’s not the happiest he’s been in days— feels unappealing.

to: little ms. pilot ✈️ ure lucky i’m a forgiving man from: little ms. pilot ✈️ Oh, are you? to: little ms. pilot ✈️ wouldn’t be texting u rn if i weren’t from: little ms. pilot ✈️ And here I thought I was doing you a favor.

Lando scoffs, rolling his eyes at his screen.

to: little ms. pilot ✈️ by what? keeping me on my toes? from: little ms. pilot ✈️ By giving you something to look forward to.

He shakes his head. You’re good— he’ll give you that.

to: little ms. pilot ✈️ u make it sound like u’re doing charity work from: little ms. pilot ✈️ Aren’t I?

Lando’s stomach tightens at the way you always manage to flip things back on him, like you’re the one indulging him instead of the other way around.

to: little ms. pilot ✈️ u r a menace from: little ms. pilot ✈️ You like it.

He doesn’t answer right away. His fingers hover over the keyboard as he exhales, glancing back toward the bar. He should go inside, forget about this conversation before it pulls him in deeper.

Instead, he types:

to: little ms. pilot ✈️ i like a lot of things about u :)

A beat.

The dots appear. Disappear.

Reappear.

from: little ms. pilot ✈️ Careful, Norris. Sounds like dangerous territory.

He smirks. Gotcha.

to: little ms. pilot ✈️ only if u make it out to be

No immediate reply this time. He waits for a second, then two, before locking his phone and shoving it back into his pocket. If you want to keep playing this game, fine.

But he won’t be the only one chasing.

Lando sees your name light up his phone, and for the first time in a long time, he considers not answering.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to. The problem is that he does—badly. He wants to see you, wants to hear that teasing lilt in your voice when you make some offhand remark that he’ll spend hours thinking about later.

The phone buzzes again.

from: little ms. pilot ✈️ Layover in your city. Few hours to spare. Busy?

He stares at the screen, jaw ticking with impatience.

This is the moment where he should say no. He should have some fucking dignity, tell you he’s got better things to do than be at your beck and call.

But he doesn’t. 

Because Lando’s never been good at resisting things that feel good in the moment, and right now, there’s nothing he wants more than you.

He barely remembers the drive over, only that his knee bounced the whole way, his mind running in circles around the same thought: He should’ve said no.

When you open the door, it’s as good as over for him.

You're fresh out of the shower, hair damp, hotel robe tied loosely around your waist. You smirk when you see him, leaning against the doorframe like you already know he was coming the second you hit send.

Lando tongues the inside of his cheek. “You’re trouble.”

“And yet you’re here.”

You step back, letting him inside. The door clicks shut behind him, sealing the two of you in. He watches as you cross the room, and there’s a fleeting moment where he wonders if this will be the time it finally breaks him. If this will be the time he won’t be able to pick himself back up when you leave.

Then you tug him forward by the front of his hoodie, pulling him into a kiss, and he stops thinking altogether.

Lando’s hands find their way to your waist, pulling you closer as if he’s trying to ground himself in the moment. His fingers press into the soft fabric of your robe, but it’s not enough. He’s desperate for more, for the feeling of your skin against his, the way you always seem to make him forget about everything else.

You laugh softly against his lips, a teasing sound that vibrates through him, and for a second, he thinks maybe you can hear the way his heart is pounding.

“Impatient,” you murmur, your voice low and smooth, as your hands slide under the hem of his hoodie, feeling the warmth of his skin underneath.

“You started it,” Lando replies, his voice rougher than he intended, his breath hitching when your fingers graze his chest.

You grin at him, and he can’t help but mirror the expression, even as he watches you slowly step back, eyes flicking between his and the space between you. It’s like you’re daring him to follow, to push this further— and God, does he want to.

Before he can take another step toward you, you pause, looking at him with a glint in your eye that makes him hesitate for a moment. “You’re sure you want this? You know how this goes, Norris.”

His throat closes up. 

There’s that voice again, the one that whispers that he’s being a fool, that he’s walking right into the same trap he always does. The same trap you’ve set so many times before, and he’s willingly fallen for it each and every time.

“I’m not going to regret it,” he says, the words tumbling out more firmly than he feels.

His eyes are locked on yours, searching for any sign that you’re not on the same page. But you don’t look away. You’re not pulling back. You’re watching him with an intensity that almost feels like you’ve already made up your mind.

You nod, slow and deliberate, and then you’re moving toward him again, your lips meeting his in a searing kiss that makes his whole body hum.

There’s no talking after that. No hesitation.

The next thing he knows, he’s pulling at the knot of your robe, hands shaking as he exposes more of your skin, his mouth following the trail of fire you leave across his chest. You tug at his hoodie, almost impatient in the way you’re stripping him down, until he’s left standing in front of you in nothing but his jeans and the fast-fading remnants of his composure.

At this point, Lando’s not sure it matters. Not with you this close, not with your hands tracing the lines of his body, not with the heat between you building to a point where it feels like he can’t breathe without you.

And when you pull him into another kiss, your lips just as desperate as his own, it doesn’t matter anymore. There’s no more thinking, no more wondering. Just the feeling of you, here, with him.

Lando doesn’t think about tomorrow. Doesn’t think about the empty space he’ll wake up to or the way he’ll check his phone, hoping— pathetically— for a message that won’t be there.

For now, all that matters is the way your breath stutters when he kisses down your neck, the way your hands press against his skin like you need him just as badly.

For now, he lets himself believe that you do.

Patience has never been his strong suit, and he sure as hell doesn’t have any left when it comes to you. It’s been— what? Two weeks? Maybe three? Since the last time he saw you, since you last texted, since he last even felt like he existed in your world.

And fine, he gets it. You have a life. You have a job that keeps you moving, that pulls you across time zones and continents with no regard for whatever flimsy thing the two of you have going on.

But it’s starting to get to him.

He’s been staring at his phone for the past twenty minutes, scrolling through old texts, checking to see if maybe you had responded and he somehow missed it. (He hasn’t. You haven’t.)

Before he can talk himself out of it, he taps on your contact and hits FaceTime.

It rings. Once, twice— he’s already regretting it.

Then, you pick up.

You’re in some dimly lit hotel room, the glow from your laptop screen casting soft shadows over your face. You look tired. You blink at him like you weren’t expecting the call.

“Lando?” Your voice is thick with exhaustion.

“Hey,” he says, gripping the edge of his couch. He hadn’t exactly planned what he was going to say— just that he needed to see you, to hear your voice, to remind himself that he still exists to you. “Where are you?”

You sigh, rubbing at your temple. “Singapore. Just got in a couple of hours ago.”

He bites back the urge to apologize. Singapore. The other side of the world. Not that it should matter. Not that it ever has.

“You could’ve texted,” he says, and it comes out rougher than he means it to.

You frown. “I’ve been working.”

“For two weeks?”

You hesitate. It’s brief, but he catches it. “I meant to,” you say eventually. “I just— Lando, come on.”

“No, seriously,” he pushes, his grip tightening on his phone. “Do you even think about me when you’re gone?”

Your brows furrow. “Of course I do.”

“Yeah? Then why does it feel like I don’t exist as soon as you leave?”

That gives you pause. You glance away, like you’re searching for the right words. “I don’t know what you want me to say.”

Lando laughs, but there’s no humor in it. “You could start with the truth.”

You inhale sharply, sitting up a little straighter. “Lando…” There’s something warning in your tone.

He shakes his head. “Forget it.”

A beat of silence stretches between you before you finally sigh. “I thought we were on the same page about this.”

There it is. The thing he didn’t want to hear, the thing he’s been trying to pretend doesn’t exist.

You’re not in a relationship.

You’ve made that clear from the beginning, in the way you never linger too long, in the way you leave before the sheets even cool, in the way you go weeks without speaking to him like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

But it’s not easy for him.

Lando swallows hard, forcing a tight smile. “Yeah,” he says. “We are.”

And then, because he can’t help himself, because frustration is curling hot and tight in his chest, because he wants you to hurt the way he does, he adds, “Must be nice, though.”

Your brows knit together. “What?”

“Not having to think about anyone but yourself.”

Your expression shifts instantly. “Excuse me?”

“I mean, it must be convenient,” he continues, his tone sharp. “Keeping me on standby for when it suits you, for when you’re not busy. Must be nice to just disappear whenever you want and not have to deal with the mess you leave behind.”

Your lips part slightly, disbelief flickering across your features. Then, just as quickly, your face hardens.

“Lando,” you say, voice steady, firm. “I’m not doing this with you.”

His jaw clenches. “Doing what?”

“This,” you snap. “Whatever this little tantrum is.”

Lando opens his mouth, but you don’t give him the chance.

“You don’t get to act like I’ve done something wrong just because I don’t orbit around you,” you say, and your words cut deep. “I told you what this was from the beginning. If you thought it was something else, that’s on you.”

He flinches, but you’re not done.

“And before you ask— no, I don’t have a flight to catch.” Your voice is like ice now. “I’m ending this call because I don’t feel like listening to your bullshit. I’m too busy for it.”

And then, just like that, his screen goes dark.

TWO DAYS LATER.

to: little ms. pilot ✈️ yo

FIVE DAYS LATER.

to: little ms. pilot ✈️ look, i was an ass. i know that just... idk. lmk if i can make it up to u or something

ONE WEEK LATER.

to: little ms. pilot ✈️ u still mad? tbf i’d probably still be mad

to: little ms. pilot ✈️ sooo does that mean i shd wait longer before texting again

TEN DAYS LATER.

to: little ms. pilot ✈️ ok i’ve done some thinking. i’ve concluded i deserve to be ignored, but also i don’t like being ignored

to: little ms. pilot ✈️ i feel like i shd at least get points for self-awareness

TWELVE DAYS LATER.

to: little ms. pilot ✈️ just tell me u hate me so i can sleep at night

TWO WEEKS LATER.

to: little ms. pilot ✈️ alright. u win. won’t bother u anymore

to: little ms. pilot ✈️ unless u text first. then it’s fair game.

ONE MONTH LATER.

to: little ms. pilot ✈️ saw a plane today and thought of u

to: little ms. pilot ✈️ i feel like that should earn me AT LEAST a pity response

Lando tells himself he’s fine.

He throws himself into racing, into training, into anything that doesn’t involve picking up his phone and staring at a dead chat. He convinces himself that it’s better this way. He’s faster on track, more focused in meetings, less distracted.

At least, that’s the lie he repeats to himself.

But then, one afternoon in Monaco, he sees you at the grocery store. Every carefully constructed wall he’s built around himself crumbles in an instant.

You’re standing by the produce section, inspecting a bunch of grapes like they hold the answers to the universe. It’s almost laughably ordinary— no pilot uniform, no layover rush, just you in a sundress, vacationing like a normal person. 

And for some reason, that stings.

He almost walks past you, pretends he hasn’t seen you. But then you turn, eyes meeting his, and there’s no escaping it now.

“Lando,” you say, like you’re surprised to see him. Which is ridiculous, because this is his city. His home.

He swallows hard, nodding. “Hey.”

An awkward pause stretches between you, filled only by the low hum of the store’s music and the distant chatter of other shoppers. Lando clears his throat, gripping the handle of his basket like it’s the only thing keeping him grounded.

“Didn’t know you were in Monaco.”

“I’m just here for a bit,” you say. “Taking some time off.”

“Right.” He lets out a breathy chuckle. “Guess you’ve been too busy to take a vacation before now.”

The words come out sharper than he intends. Your eyes narrow, just slightly. “That’s not fair.”

He wants to argue, to remind you of all the unanswered messages, of how he felt like a complete idiot waiting for a reply that never came. But what would be the point? You’ve made it clear before that this was never anything serious. That he wasn’t supposed to care like this.

“Yeah,” he exhales. “Maybe it’s not.”

Silence again. Then, you shift your basket higher on your arm. “I should go.”

Lando nods, watching as you turn on your heel and head for the checkout. That should be it. That should be the end of it.

But suddenly, he’s moving.

He doesn’t even think about it, just grabs the first bouquet of supermarket flowers he sees, throws some cash at the self-checkout, and jogs out the door after you.

You’re halfway down the street when he catches up. “Hey— wait.”

You pause, glancing at him over your shoulder. He’s out of breath, which is embarrassing, considering he’s a professional athlete. He thrusts the slightly-crumpled bouquet toward you.

“Are you busy today?”

You blink, staring at the flowers like they might explode. “Lando…”

“I just— I don’t know,” he rushes out. “If you’ve got time, maybe we could—” He hesitates. He doesn’t even know what he’s asking. To talk? To fix things? To ruin himself all over again?

You exhale softly, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. He watches you carefully, desperately, like a man on the edge of a decision he has no power over.

Lando lets out a breath, his grip tightening around the plastic-wrapped stems in his hands. “Look, I know I was out of line that night. And I know I’ve been acting like— like I don’t get what this is. But the thing is, I don’t think I know how to be casual about you.

“I’ve tried, and I’m fucking terrible at it. I want more, and I know that’s not what we do, but—” He shakes his head, his jaw working, like the words aren’t coming out right.

A passing car honks in the distance. The world moves on as if this isn’t the biggest thing happening in his universe.

“But I like you,” he says finally, voice quiet but firm. “I like you more than I should. And I know you’re busy, I know your job takes you everywhere, and maybe that means this doesn’t work. But if there’s even a small chance that it could—” 

He looks at you like he’s never wanted anything more. “Just tell me if I should stop.”

Your lips press together, and for a long moment, you say nothing. Lando’s heart beats in his throat. He braces himself for rejection, for you to tell him this was a mistake, for you to hand the flowers back and walk away.

Instead, you take the bouquet from his hands, inspecting it like you’ve never seen supermarket daisies before. A smile tugs at the corner of your lips, small but real, and you shake your head just a little before looking up at him.

“You’re an idiot,” you murmur.

Lando’s stomach twists. “I know.”

You step closer, lifting onto the balls of your feet to press a kiss to his cheek. His skin burns where your lips touch, and he barely has time to register the warmth before you pull back, meeting his eyes.

“I might be busy,” you say, holding the flowers loosely in your hands. “But I think I have a little bit of time for you today.”

He’ll take it, he decides. 

Today, tonight, tomorrow— for however long you’ll have him. ⛐

[back2bluesidex]

Slide - The Ultimate Decision - MYG

Pairing: Producer!Yoongi X Lyricist!Reader 

Theme: Angst, smut, unplanned pregnancy. Fwb to ?

Word count: 2.2k+

Summary: 

"I can't feel my legs Hop right on the ledge, jump right off the edge"

Alternatively, 

Worst decisions are always driven by anger and alcohol; but sometimes those are also driven by Love.

Warnings: so much angst, reader's inner turmoil, unplanned pregnancy, yoongi is making things worse, Hoseok is the doctor but he is not to be shipped with the reader here, he is a catalyst though, pining, so much pining.

Listened to Slide by Chase Atlantics

Minors do not interact!!

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A/N: The next chapter from the present timeline.

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You fumble with your phone, scrolling down numbers after numbers but can’t find a single contact you can call at a time like this. 

The pregnancy testing kit lies on your left hand as if it has been tattooed on your skin. For some reason, you don’t feel dread creeping up through the path of your neck. 

Should you cry? Should you call Yoongi and curse him to your heart’s content? Should you ask him to take the responsibility when he is about to start living his old happy life again? 

Probably you should. 

But the thing is… you can’t bring yourself to do any of those. 

You don’t even know what you should feel or what you need to feel at a moment like this. 

You don’t even have any idea of what’s going to be your next move. 

Will you keep the baby? Or will you choose to abort it? 

But before everything, you should consult with someone, who is wiser than you. 

Your fingers hover above your mother’s contact ID, even though you know your calls are going to go unnoticed, unanswered, ignored as if you never came out of her womb. 

And things will turn even uglier if she answers your call and you manage to tell her what you have done to yourself, more or less willingly. 

So you let your phone fall limp on your lap. 

How funny - you have absolutely no one to confide in. no family, no friends, no one. 

As soon as the realization hits, your eyes start turning blurry. 

Tear drops escape one by one, dampening your cheeks, throat, collarbones. You caress your stomach. 

“What do I do now?” the mumble comes out choked. And then you are thinking of him again. 

How he cried in his sleep the first time you brought him here with you. How he repeated his actions again during his last visit here. 

Both of the time you stood on the sidelines, the center of his universe has always been Gyuri. 

In the end, though, you have been the one affected - with blooming warmth in your chest and in turn a presence of life in your womb. 

As you think of Yoongi, your mind runs back to the man who had helped you in picking him up from the streets. 

You still remember, his card said he was an obgyn. 

Your tears cease. 

Yes. As much as you need a friend or family right now, you need an expert too. 

Standing abruptly from your bed, you run toward the other side of it, reaching out for the night stand, where you had kept the man’s card more than a year ago. 

You don’t have to struggle much to find out the card, it’s there as if it has been waiting to be found all these times. 

Holding the card in your hand, opens the flood gate of fresh memory of that night, of Yoongi’s dirty face, vomit all over his clothes and him holding you tightly in his sleep. 

That was the first and last time. 

He never held you for a second time, unless you were having sex. 

Pushing down the depressing thoughts, you grab your phone and with swift fingers dial the number of the man - Jung Hoseok. 

The clock reads 9 pm on a Wednesday night. And you pray, this is not past his business hours, he has no such mentions in the card as well. 

The universe seems to grant your prayer this time, probably out of sheer pity, as the man accepts the call on the fourth ring. 

“Hello, It’s Dr. Jung Hoseok, how can I help you?” The man speaks with a professional tone that sets you on an unexplainable ease. 

“Hi, uh, I am sorry to call you like this but I had managed to get my hands on your card and I think I need your help. I, um, I’m pregnant. And I think I need an appointment.” your hands start sweating now when you realize all of it is real. You are pregnant with the baby of a man who doesn’t love you. 

Pathetic. 

“How many weeks are you?” the man asks with the same professional pronunciation. 

“I don’t know. I just found out a few minutes ago. This is my first time and I don’t know what to do.” you speak honestly. 

These are the same words you want to confess to a friend, to your mother as well and most importantly to Yoongi. But talking to a stranger, about how helpless you are, is much less nerve-wracking. 

“You are not a teenager, are you?” he speaks, suspicion laced in his voice. 

A sudden chuckle leaves your throat, “I’m twenty seven.” 

The other side of the line only hums and then after a beat he says, “we usually don’t accept appointments made via phone calls but I can guide you on how to book one. If that’s okay with you?” 

“Anything is okay with me.” 

And you are not lying. At this hour, alone in your apartment, robbed off options, in the lack of a confidant - any assistance is okay with you. 

Any assistance is fine if that means you will be able to figure out what you are going to do with a baby in your womb, gifted by the man whom you let destroy yourself for the sake of love. 

The appointment is due at 3 in the afternoon and right now the clock is at 1:26. 

The hospital is an hour's drive away, hence, if you leave now, you will still have a 30 minutes on your hand. 

But the problem is that you didn’t inform anyone formally about this secretive appointment. Applying an official leave would raise questions about the nature and reason of the appointment and you don’t want that. 

You want to protect this truth with every drop of blood your body owns. 

So, you decide to quickly drop by Namjoon's office and tell him you need the rest of the day off for some emergency. 

For a matter you know Namjoon is not privy enough to inquire about the so-called emergency. 

Much to your dismay, your plans shatter like a porcelain vase as soon as you open the door of Namjoon’s office. Because one, there is no Namjoon, two, there is Min Yoongi. 

Yoongi’s expression mimics yours as he takes you in, standing there, staring at him as if he didn’t fuck you raw and left you with consequences just a month ago. 

But then again… a month of radio silence, a month of stolen glances, a month of no skin contact, a month of no Min Yoongi was more painful than you’d dare to admit. 

Your heart thumps inside your chest as you realize, you are standing in front of the man whose baby is currently in your womb. 

You are carrying a baby! And that’s Min Yoongi’s! Screams your mind at the loudest possible volume. 

But still, by some miraculous strength, you manage to smile at him.

A casual, nonchalant smile as you are used to. 

Except this time, Yoongi doesn’t smile back. 

He looks at you with eyes so deep that you fear you will succumb to them yet again if you stay here for a moment longer. 

“Where’s Namjoon?” you get straight to the point, without wasting your time in any greeting. 

“Y/N. Wait.” but you have always been weak to the way Yoongi calls your name. This time, you are hearing it after what feels like an eternity. 

“He went out to escort a guest.” Yoongi says, flatly, his tone devoid of any emotions. It’s tough to believe he cried in your arms a month ago.

“Oh. Then can you please let him know that I have an emergency and I have left for the day? Thank you.” you don’t wait for his reply as you start turning your heels to run away already. 

His voice works like glue and stops you in your tracks. You are now unable to move. A cold, calloused palm comes in contact with your upper arm, forcing you to face the man. 

When you face him, you see his face and expression has softened. The stoic expression is now gone and you are afraid of what to make out of it. 

This is not pity, is it? 

“How are you? It’s been so long- I wanted to see you but-” 

“But there is no reason to do so, right?” you finish his sentence for him, “I am fine, Yoongi. How are you? How’s Gyuri?” 

“All good.” he ignores the mention of the woman, "What's the emergency? Are you alright?” He places the back of his palm on your forehead, checking your body temperature. 

Your eyes fill to the brim. You need to leave right now or you will start crying. 

“I- I’m fine.” you lie, removing his hand from your skin, “it’s just something personal.” 

Yoongi frowns at that “oh. You can tell me. If you need any he-” 

“I can take care of it myself, Yoongi. You have a life to lead, you have better days ahead now, why would you even care about me? I was just a fleeting chapter anyway. Please- please don’t act like our time together meant anything to you. Please, I beg.” try as you might, you couldn’t contain it anymore. 

Just like you, Yoongi, too, is taken aback with your outburst. Though his eyes are kind, if you dare to add, then those might as well be in pain. 

But his next words only break you further, “wasn’t it a given? A silent agreement that our time together wouldn’t mean much to any of us?” 

Is he challenging you? Trying to elicit a further reaction? Is it a knife to dig more in your fresh wounds? 

If yes, then you will do everything to disappoint him. 

You nod, “Yeah. You are right. Forget I have said anything. Bye.” 

Yoongi opens his mouth to say something but you are faster than his words. Before he manages to say a word, you are out of the door and shutting it on his face. 

He is cruel. 

He has always been. 

But you still love him. 

You have always had. 

The fact that Yoongi can be a little heartless has never been a shock to you. 

Nevertheless, it didn’t harm you any less when he let those careless words out of his mouth. Then again, you can not even blame him because you had been the one to place your heart in his hands and asked him to play with it. 

In the end, it’s your fault. 

And you are already paying the price in more ways than one. 

“Miss Y/N?” a nurse calls your name, pulling you out of your miserable thoughts, “you can go in now.” 

With a bow and a forced smile you leave the waiting area and enter the OPD room. 

A man is sitting at the desk, with his scrubs and white coat on, the nameplate on the table says he is the one who helped you out that night. He is Jung Hoseok. 

You failed to look at his face that night, being too busy with tending Yoongi. But now that you are looking at him, he seems to be the embodiment of everything that’s positive, light, bright - much unlike you (or Yoongi for that matter). 

His eyes light up as he takes you in, with a big smile he says, “oh? You are Miss Y/N? I remember you clearly. Please take the seat.” 

You wonder how it's even possible to recall you after seeing you once, that too a year ago, “You do?” 

“Yes. I still remember that night and your friend.” He mentions Yoongi.

If he sees the man’s mention dims you even further then he doesn’t say anything but he chooses to change the topic right away, “have you filled the form?” 

“Yes.” you hand him the piece of paper. 

He goes through it all at once, probably having everything memorized, but his eyes get stuck at one point. And you have an idea what it can be. 

“As I can see, you have not added anyone as your closest contact?” he says with a careful tone.

“Yes.” you reply briefly. 

“You need to add one person at least, maybe a friend, or a family, or the father of the baby.” he suggests. 

“I- No one knows about this just yet. I don’t have any immediate friend or family who could help me out.” your hands are now shaking. 

“Sorry to pry, but what about the father of the baby?” Jung Hoseok leans a little further on the table, as if trying to measure your facial expressions. 

“He is unaware of the situation.” 

“Are you sure you want the baby?” he voices in the softest possible tone anyone has ever used against you. 

“Yes. I want to keep the baby.” and that’s it. If the baby is one last proof of what Yoongi had with you for no less than a year, if the baby is a proof that Yoongi had once held you, cried in your arms, dipped inside you to forget his own complications, then you want to keep it. 

And this will be your ultimate decision no matter what anyone else says. 

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Your parents had asked you to babysit your siblings on halloween night as they had, “an important seminar they had to attend” and “needed you to watch them”.... So who was the guy at the door?

MINORS DNI/AGELESS BLOGS DNI/ANTI DC DNI/18+

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Warnings: Brainwashing, quickie gone wrong (kinda), death, biting, no prep, dub con, tears, incubus, creampie?, rough sex! fem reader

2.3k words

Imma say this is Dark Content so if you do not like death, blurred lines between consent and no consent or no prep DO NOT READ THIS!! This is not for you i’m afraid. Sae is a incubus. I have never written this kind of thing before so don’t jump me ya’ll. 

“Ugh can you two shut up already, I’ve been dragged to every house in the neighbourhood, cut me some slack will ya” you groaned, throwing yourself onto the couch. Totally ignoring the trails of “but mom said” and “please” that followed behind you.

You had just got home from taking your younger siblings out for Trick or Treating as you did every year, however this was your first official break from starting Uni so you had hoped they’d let you off this time round. To be fair, there was never a dull moment with those two though you had to admit, even if they forced you to dress up with them.

Watching the two kids dressed as ghosts fling their tubs of candy all over the floor you sighed, “I hope you know I’m not cleaning all that up”. “Yeah yeah we know” they rolled their eyes in unison as they began their candy trade whilst you simply scrolled on your phone idly. 

“Stuck babysitting once again, never gets old” you mumbled to yourself, shifting your angel wings off your back and onto the floor. Your siblings had forced you to dress as an angel but you only agreed if you could pick the clothes. 

“Stop, you’re messing up our piles” your sister moaned, flinging them at your head on impulse. “HEY, STOP THAT OR I’LL HA~”, you were cut off as the doorbell rang. Your eyes turnt to the kids on the floor as if to ask if they knew who that was, yet you were met with two matching pairs of clueless eyes.

You all stayed frozen as the rings continued, over and over again until you mustered up the courage to walk over to the front door, your heart pounding out of your chest at this point as your hand hovered over the knob. Who could be at the door at this time, your house was the only one on the block that didn’t have major decorations so people knew to not come knocking.

Slowly turning the doorknob the door flew open causing you to step back a bit, standing a foot away from you was a boy who looked about your age, staring pure daggers at you. “Wrong house maybe?” you questioned sarcastically, pure vim rolling off the tongue as you retook a step forward. Who was he anyway?

“Definitely the right house” the boy scoffed, looking you up and down as he continued “I’m the babysitter, and by the looks of it, I was needed”. You stood dumbfounded as he swerved straight past you and into your living room, turning to face him you retorted, “Wait a minute, you can’t just waltz up into people's houses like that, who even are you?”.

“Sae, the babysitter as I said a second ago, now hurry up and shut the door” he huffed, scanning the cluttered floor. “Oh yeah did mom and dad not tell you? They hired a babysitter", your brother spoke up before going back to his candy exchange. “Weren’t saying that when we were statues two minutes ago were ya. Didn’t wanna mention that huh?” you sighed, face planting your hand before shutting the door behind you. 

Why would your parents hire a babysitter if they knew you were staying the night? You weren’t a little kid anymore, what was the point of that? Not to mention the dude didn’t look like he’d be good with people in general, let alone kids, where’d they even find him. 

You watched as Sae strolled across the room scanning it thoroughly, same blank face plastered on his face as before, “well then? Start cleaning up this trash, it's late”. You stood behind the couch, since he’s the babysitter tonight you thought ‘maybe I’ll get a break after all’.

The twins scoured the man with looks of disgust as he barked orders almost immediately, “and who are you to tell us what to do?” “We are in the middle of a candy exchange”. “They got a point” you sniggered under your breath, turning away sharply as he glared at you. 

“I won’t ask you again, sort this out.” the guy ordered, hovering over the two as if they were ants. Should you step in? You weren’t the babysitter but maybe that was a bit harsh. As you went to tap him from behind the twins nodded, beginning to tidy away their candy in silence. 

“Now how did that work?” you muttered to yourself, you’d have to bribe them with a year's supply of goods to even get them to brush their teeth, let alone tidy up while they're in the middle of doing something. “And why aren’t you helping them?” Sae asked, back still to you as the kids hurried to pack away their candy. 

“Umm, maybe because I don’t need a babysitter, nor do I need a strange pink haired boy telling me what I should and shouldn’t do in my own house” you pointed out. What was not clicking for this guy; first he comes to the house unannounced and now he's barking orders? What is going on today, where did your parents even find this guy, maybe if yall met at a party you could have hit it off but God was he rubbing you up the wrong way right now.

You heard a faint sigh from him as he took a step to the side before pointing at the staircase, “N’ go on, I don’t even want to see your faces till your parents get back”. Your face showed an expression of pure disbelief as you watched your siblings almost march up the stairs with a simple “okay, goodnight”, no rebuttal, no fight back, just compliance. 

As you tried to comprehend the scene that just played out before you, Sae managed to make his way around you, his hand trailing your waist and to your hand, gripping it ever so slightly “I don’t need a strange pink haired babysitter telling me what I should and shouldn't do, was it?” he chuckled, reiterating what you had already said prior while pulling your hand closer, your back pressed up against his left side as he examined it.

“Maybe I should make you eat those words angel”, “what are you doing, this isn't very professional of you mr babysitter” you spat, did he really think this would be the case of easy girl sleeps with the hot babysitter.

“Is there something in the air today” you scowled, yanking your hand out of the guys grasp and turning to face him, your back hoving just in front of the couches back, “If you’re a babysitter, what’s with the fangs and pointy tail hmm?”, “Oh you like em?” he smirked.

You stood your ground as the guy inched closer and closer to you till he was almost towering over you, your eyes refusing to meet his while you spoke “No, do babysitters usually dress as… Wait a minute”.

“You didn’t come in the house wearing that, what are you?” you stuttered, your eyes darting around his body taking in all the new features. There was no way something like that could have slipped your mind, absolutely no way. “Oh lighten up angel it’s just a costume, maybe you’re just exhausted and didn’t notice. But hey, if you wanted a closer look you could've just asked” he ribbed.

You could feel Sae’s presence as he stepped closer, his cold body radiating an eerie aura that made your heart almost instantly start racing like never before. His icy hot hands cupped your face, trapping you in his gaze till you could no longer move your own body, it almost felt as if there was someone else in your skin and you were just the mere shell.

Under the trance he had put you under, your lips met in an all-consuming kiss, every inch of your body quivered with nothing but lust and desire but you had no control anymore. A small moan slipped your lips allowing him full access, tasting every inch of your mouth as your tongue wrapped around his.

Deepening the kiss, Sae slid his hands down your tight fitted dress, tracing every curve of your body as he lifted you with ease, wrapping your legs around his waist and arms around his neck. Sae walked you both around the couch, laying you on the cushions below yet your lips never broke apart.

“Sae please” you whined needily against his lips, pulling him in as close as you could. “Oh don’t worry, I’ll give it to you” he snickered, breaking away from you, a trail of saliva still connecting you both as he looked into your eyes, “It’ll be the last thing you get”.

Those words resonated with you, what was even happening right now. Fear started to sink in as he gazed into your fearful eyes, all you could see back was corruption and death. Sleeping with him was one thing, but what did he mean by “it'll be the last thing you get?”. You weren’t even sure which thoughts were yours and which were his that were being planted in your head.

Sae ran his fingers down to your underwear, the trail of a icy hot burn lingering where they touched as he slipped them down your legs and onto the floor in one swoop. Without warning he pushed himself between your legs with a groan that was lost amongst your own curses, “did I catch you off guard” he asked sarcastically, pressing his lips against yours to swallow your cries.

The heated kiss intensified as the guy slid his hand under your shirt, feeling the warmth of your breast as he took your harden nipple between his fingers, twisting ever so slightly every now and then. He could feel himself harden as he touched you, a feverish heat coursed through his veins. 

With every thrust you felt a fiery coldness inside you that was both unbearable and exhilarating - it was almost as if he was feeding off of your energy, taking pleasure from your body beneath him. “Fu~ck I need you” Sae groaned against your ear between moans, your body was taking him so well. You clung to him, your breathing becoming heavier as he moved inside you. 

You wanted him so badly in this moment yet you knew you didn’t want to die, your mind couldn’t even comprehend the situation you were in at this point. Pain, lust, fear and desire just mixing into one as your body held onto him. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide and pretend this was a nightmare, this was your reality and there was nothing you could do. You had no control over your actions.

“You’re so fucking warm” he grunted, his thrusts getting deeper and more frantic as you cried out his name over and over again, tears streaming down your cheeks from the sensations. “S~Sae” you choked out, your eyebrows furrowed as his tip continuously pressed against your sweet spot, it almost felt as if with every stride more air left your body. You were almost suffocating but he made you feel so good.

The sounds of skin slapping against one another and passionate moans filled the large room, Sae’s body almost seeming to get more powerful as your needy cunt swallowed him in each time he grew faster.

“Sae please, i’m so close” you begged, your foreheads almost resting on one another's while he fucked you, your eyesight slowly fading away with each thrust. “Fuck I wish I could keep you to myself, too bad I gotta let you die” he cursed, not wanting to have to let you go, but as an incubus he had no choice.

“Go one, cum for me, paint this cock white before you go” he grinned, his vulgar tone hooking you in one final time, all that was on your mind was the need to fulfil your sexual appetite. Doing as told you came, your walls constricted around him, milking him dry but also coating his shaft completely.

“That’s it” he hissed, longing out his thrusts to allow you to enjoy your final orgasm before sliding out of you. Your vision began to blur and your eyes grew heavy, the realisation that you were fading away hitting you once again. 

You just wanted to slip away and forget everything, before you could drift away Sae whispered in your ear, “Can’t let you go without leaving my mark can I?”.

He sunk his fangs into your neck, an odd coolness running through your veins as he did, any energy you had left escaping as you took your final breath. This was it, this was how it would end for you, where did it all go wrong? Would he have left if you hadn’t opened the door? So many unanswered questions but sadly, time was up for you.

“So sweet, just how I like em” Sae laughed, composing himself while taking in the sight of your cold lifeless body laid on the couch. You were nothing more than a vessel to help him regain his power, however he had to admit, you felt different, not many were able to resist an incubus for as long as you could. But no matter the circumstances you had to pay with your life, life didn’t always get to go smoothly for everyone, life isn’t fair.

Just as those thoughts popped into his mind, Sae heard a car pull into the driveway. As he waltzed out of the house a man blocked his way, a confused expression on his face as he spoke, “erm, who are you and what are you doing here? I was told I was babysitting children”.

Glaring daggers at the smaller built man who looked no older than you, Sae rolled his eyes, “I don’t think it matters now anyway, you’re too late”. Stepping to the side and off into the distance Sae muttered, pointing back towards the babysitter, “But I will say, you’d better get ready to explain the scene in there”. 

Following the direction of Sae’s point the babysitter shuddered, panic and fear seeping in as he turnt the door handle to see the most horrific scene he had ever seen. Turning back in pure terror, the pink haired guy was already gone into the night.

[megabuild]

bit of a ramble below! tl:dr; i have insane person problems and realised that this blog isn't healthy for me so won't be coming back until i'm in a better place, i have no intent on deleting it but may password protect it in the coming days for my own peace of mind :P love yall!

the absolute basics on my situation is that i almost certainly have OCD, have been vocal about this likelihood in the past, and while i was aware i was susceptible to obsessions and compulsions irt online interactions and my posts on here i was not actually aware of how debilitating the effect this was having on my life was until i went completely cold turkey and blocked tumblr from all my devices. like genuinely night and day. i have so much more free time when i'm not spending it constantly name searching on every platform available and scrolling through my blog over and over to be sure that i didn't post a slur by accident lol. i'd rather not get into some of the stupider details of shit ive done in the name of perceived moral purity because that's nobody's business but trust me when i say it was like a weight got lifted off my fucking shoulders lol like i was having regular delusions about making a post so bad grian himself would say i should kill myself on stream and believing it was possible 😭 really good disorder guys i love having this

i have a lot to say about the way this community treats each other, both good and bad, but i think i'd rather hold off and make more informed and thought out posts on that when i'm not still reeling from all the bullshit life's been throwing at me. i do love and value this community so much, especially all the mutuals and friends i've made here. i've also been made extremely uncomfortable in the past by the easiness that people slip into very strange relationships not just with CCs but with their fellow bloggers. including me ! and i am a relatively small blogger in the vast scheme of things. this is no hate to anyone who's sent an anon or whatever, many of you are lovely people, but it's also like, well i have been literally stalked on this blog before so i feel i have justification for being a tad uncomfortable . again, a lot to be said on the celebritification of average people and the obsession on making sure one makes "Objectively Correct" choices when doing something as simple as watching a minecraft series and having opinions on it .. but alas, no brain for it right now, and also i would rather not risk the ire of twitter teenager #48 lest i be qrted by thumbnail artists telling me to lighten up and accept the steady decay of all that is good in this sphere in order to make room for more #Content. Sit down and eat your yaoibait you stupid faggot! sorry this is a serious post ignore that part

to any of my beloved oomfies you are free to message and ask for my discord though i am also being a bit difficult to reach over there rn my bad (and i may not get back to you quickly because as soon I post this I am logging straight the fuck back out).. i have made a separate tumblr account from this one which is less social media and more a little archive of images and art i like (and also is not related to mcyt at all, outside of maybe one or two art reblogs if i see something that really catches my eye) so if we've hung out and you don't exclusively post mcyt you might see me around in your notifs but i'd prefer not to be linked back here. any projects, fics, other blogs etc. i have been working on consider on pause for eternity, with the only exclusions being 3rd life miraheze (which i'm currently looking into options for but will certainly never go away! much love still to all our contributors who have worked tirelessly through wild life to update our various spreadsheets and tables) and aoyuer which i'm sort of picking up and taking away and hitting with hammers until it's sufficiently divided from mcyt and i can call it an oc story for real. peep my toyhouse if ye are so inclined and wont tell the adoptbrained callout squads over there that my oc once upon a time was lowkey rpf.

anyway this has already gotten far too long as i'm a chronic yapper and overexplainer but thank you very much for hanging out with me and talking about these stupid ass blocks. i have a handful of posts in the queue i wont be getting rid of and don't doubt i will come back to chat more shit in future but at the end of the day i'm here to have a fun time on the computer and i just was not having that anymore. i was having a scary and fucked up time on the computer, and life is too short to put yourself through that out of some butchered sense of responsibility to the niche follower base you've cultivated. if you also have ocd delete your blog as soon as it hits 1k like actually. if you worked in the askbox mines and are now facing redundancy then go follow my enemy thecoolerliauditore. or dont im not your boss anymore. im too busy homebrewing my 3ds. smooches mwahs !!!!!!!!!

[airybcby]

omg my top artist was beabadoobee (no surprise) and top song was cologne by beabadoobee LMFAOOO 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

LOVE!!

if your top artist was beabadoobee and your top sing was cologne, i'd pair you with...

otoya eita

જ⁀♡⊹｡° leave the scent of your cologne

♡ a/n — for my spotify wrapped event!

♡ content — eita otoya x gn! reader, gn! reader, situationship, reader stand their ground for about...2 seconds, slight nsfw?

♡ synopsis — you want more with eita otoya, but how can you keep your head straight when he looks like that?

The scent of his cologne lingered on your skin—subtle, intoxicating, and impossible to ignore. You hated that it made your heart race as much as it did.

Otoya was leaning back against your couch, the ghost of a smirk on his lips as he scrolled absentmindedly through his phone. His shoes were carelessly kicked off by the door, his jacket draped over the armrest. He looked so comfortable, so at ease—as if he belonged here. As if he hadn't spent the past week dodging your texts.

This was how it always was with Eita. A cycle of fleeting moments that felt far too good to let go of, and yet they always left you questioning why you let him stay.

"You know," you began, your voice softer than you intended, "you don’t have to come back every time."

He glanced up at you, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly. "You're the one who always lets me in."

There it was again—that carelessness disguised as charm. It was maddening, how he could make you feel like you were everything one moment, and absolutely nothing the next.

You crossed your arms, trying to ground yourself. "Do you ever think about what this is? Or what you want it to be?"

Eita chuckled softly, leaning forward now, resting his elbows on his knees. "You’re thinking too hard about it. Can’t we just… enjoy this for what it is?"

The words stung, even though you should’ve expected them. It was always like this: ambiguous, undefined, and painfully one-sided. But tonight, something in you felt different. Maybe it was the exhaustion of chasing something you’d never catch, or maybe it was the way he always left you feeling like you were just another fleeting moment in his life.

"You know, Eita," you said, trying to keep your voice steady, "It’d be fine if you were just some guy I saw when I was lonely..."

That caught his attention. His teasing demeanor faltered for just a second, his brows furrowing ever so slightly. He opened his mouth to respond, but you shook your head, stopping him.

"But that’s not what this is, and you know it."

He didn’t deny it. He didn’t even try to argue. Instead, he leaned back again, his expression unreadable, as if he was weighing his next move.

"You’re always overthinking, you know that?" he finally said, his voice quieter than before.

You exhaled sharply, a bitter laugh escaping your lips. "Maybe I am. But at least I’m thinking about it. Can you say the same?"

The silence that followed was deafening. And as much as you wanted him to say something, anything, to make this feel less like a dead end, he didn’t. He just sat there, the weight of your words hanging in the air between you.

"Just come here, I'll clear your pretty little head." He said as he set his phone down on the coffee table, two fingers leading you to him.

And, maybe next time, you'd finally stand your ground, but not tonight.

All worries leave your head as you slip your legs on both sides of his thighs.

I really am trying hard not to repeat characters, but this song just SCREAMED otoya

i hope you liked it!

likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!

[heavyhitterheaux]

The Marriage Pact Part 4 (Slight NSFW)

For Richer, For Poorer

Synopsis: You have to deal with the consequences of Jack keeping secrets from you and having to tell someone else about the pact, all while also confronting Jack about the newest member on the team and how you don't like how much time he's been spending with her.

Pairing: Fianc��!Jack Harlow x Fiancée!Reader

Read Parts One, Two, and Three first

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Ariyana was on her way to meet up with everyone in Prague, since she had to fly to Atlanta for a few days to finish up wedding planner for another couple. She actually finished earlier than expected so decided to hop on a plane to come and keep her best friend company since she knew by now that Jack and Urban were probably getting on your nerves.

She had a short layover and was scrolling through her phone when she came across the story on all of the major gossip pages on instagram and she immediately began fuming and texting you at an intense speed.

Ari- Y/N ANSWER ME RIGHT NOW. DID JACKMAN CHEAT ON YOU?

Ari- I WILL KICK HIS KENTUCKY FRIED CHICKEN EATING ASS. I WATCH ENOUGH CRIME SHOWS TO KNOW HOW TO HIDE A BODY

Ari- Y/NNNNNNN!!!!!!

Ari- What is going on? Somehow I know Urb is involved and I’m coming to kick his ass too. Don’t even warn him either. Jack got another thing coming if he thinks he can cheat on my best friend and get away with it. Who the fuck does he think he is?

Not getting a response from you, she couldn’t wait until she touched down in Prague and there would still be a few hours before Jack’s show so that would give her an opportunity to give him a piece of her mind and it was going to be anything but pretty.

You had turned your phone off once you told Jack to get out of your shared hotel room and ventured down to the spa in hopes of getting a massage and facial to relax you and take your mind off of the absolute fuckery that had popped off since this morning. You held onto the fact that Ari would be here in a few days and she would be able to keep your mind occupied off of Jack, that was unless she wanted to kill him which you knew that she did as soon as she heard what was going on.

When you finished in the spa, you decided to head back to your room in the hopes of ordering room service when you found Ari in the hallway knocking on Urban’s door with her bags in hand. She turned down the hallway to look at you and she immediately waved you over.

“You get over here now. We have a LOT to talk about since you’ve been ignoring me all day.”

“I didn’t mean to, my phone was off.” You confessed while taking it out of your back pocket and turning it on to see a slew of missed calls and text messages from different people.

The door finally opened and Ari was now face to face with Jack and she was now fuming.

“I am literally this close to kicking your ass so you better start explaining and you better start now. Come on Y/N!”

Ari pushed past Jack and Urban looked at her wide eyed when he finally saw her.

“Oh, um I thought you were coming tomorrow?” Urban asked as he went over to greet her.

“I was, but I finished early and once I saw where someone couldn’t keep his dick in his pants and possibly cheated on my best friend, I decided to make this trip a priority.”

“I…” Jack started to say, but she immediately cut him off.

“If you are about to tell me a whole bunch of lies, you can keep it.”

“But I’m not!”

“YOU CHEATED ON MY BEST FRIEND!”

“I DIDN’T CHEAT ON HER! Y/N WILL YOU TELL HER, PLEASE?!”

All you were doing was sitting in the corner with your legs crossed staring at all three of them.

“Y/N, what is going on?” Ari asked you while coming over to sit across from you.

“He didn’t cheat on me, but he might as well had.”

“Oh my fucking goodness.” Jack said as he threw his head back in frustration and Urban immediately shot him a look. 

“Jackman, you’re on thin ice so shut up, now Y/N, sweetie, explain what you mean.”

“Me and Jack made a marriage pact when we were seventeen and it was decided by the time that we were thirty that if we were both single that we would marry each other. He proposed on my birthday and told me that he had had my ring for an entire year but was too scared to say anything. He had been fucking this girl named Gabrielle and the last time he slept with her was right before he proposed to me hence, why the baby could possibly be his even though he claimed to have used protection. She is blasting it all over social media because Jackman Thomas Harlow did not give her an NDA to sign. Now can I go lay down?”

“WHAT? Hold on, there is so much to unpack with all of that. So you two literally just decided to get married?”

“Yes.” Both of you said at the same time.

“Without actually being in a relationship beforehand?”

“I said the same exact thing!” Urban exclaimed while throwing his hands up in the air. 

“I…. okay…. Not what I was expecting. But, okay then.” Ari finally said while nodding her head.

“And Jack didn’t tell her even though I told him to do it before she found out from someone else and now look what happened.” Urban said while looking at Jack who simply sighed.

“Oh, so you knew and didn’t tell her?” Ari said while looking at her boyfriend of two years.

“Ariyana! That is not my place to do that! I told him to tell her as soon as he found out!”

“And you’re obviously still talking to this girl even though you have an entire fiance? Did I get that right?” Ari asked while looking over at Jack who just sighed.

“Right before I proposed, I cut her off. It wasn’t until she found out she was pregnant that she called me.”

“I… and now Y/N is mad and upset because you lied to her, is that right?”

“And brought another so-called manager to the team behind my back and claimed that he was going to tell me.”

“Well aren’t you full of surprises, Jackman?” Ari said while looking at him.

“Now can I go lay down? You’ve interrogated us enough.” You asked while standing up and making your way towards the door. 

“Hmm, well take Jack with you because me and Urb have things to do.” 

“She doesn’t even want to be near me let alone look at me.” Jack muttered while playing with the strings on his sweatshirt. 

“Well, that’s too bad. The two of you are about to be married aren’t you? Married people talk about their problems and work them out so hop to it. We’ll see you when it’s time to leave for the venue.”

You rolled your eyes at your best friend before opening the door and Jack quickly followed you to your suite that was across the hall. Once you opened it, you simply went to sit on the couch and turn on the television without even looking at him.

“Y/N…”

“Jackman.”

“Will you please talk to me?”

“And say what? Say what exactly?” You responded while finally turning to him.

“I know I messed up, but you don’t have to flat out ignore me.”

“And you didn’t have to flat out lie to me either.”

“I… know and I should have said something to you from the beginning and I’m sorry about that.”

Just then you looked down to see Jack’s phone ringing and saw that it was Maggie.

“Hmm, I’d answer that if I were you because if you don’t she’ll be calling me next and I will tell her exactly everything that her oldest child did.”

“And what am I supposed to tell her?!”

“You have a brain, figure it out.”

Jack simply let the phone ring and all you did was roll your eyes and sigh knowing what was about to happen.

“From this point forward, no secrets and I mean it.”

“So, you forgive me?!”

“I didn’t say that. I just said there needs to not be any secrets between us.”

“We can make this work, babe. I know we can and I know the baby isn’t mine.”

“You better pray hard that it isn't.” 

Another two months or so had passed since Jack had been on tour and even though you were still mad at him, you tried not to let it show in front of other people in the hopes of not tarnishing his image. You wouldn’t say that you had completely forgiven him, but the two of you were better than you had been before finding out about the potential baby being his. There was about another month or so to go until he was able to take the DNA test, but for now you put it in the back of your mind. Jack eventually did talk to his mother and the only thing that he told her was that she was probably trying to get money out of him and left it at that. 

However, you had another problem and her name was Neelam.

She was nice… enough.

But for some reason, she rubbed you the wrong way and you didn’t like how close and comfortable she was around Jack who, being a man, thought nothing of it. Urban also saw how she interacted with him and would shoot you looks of confusion knowing that Jack knew that he was about to be a married man and that the single life was behind him. 

It had been bothering you for a while and you decided to bring it up to Jack as the two of you were now laying down in the back of the tour bus headed to the next city.

It had become harder and harder to get him alone since it seemed like she was always everywhere. You shouldn’t have to fight for a few moments alone with your fiance. 

“Bubs, can I ask you something?” You said to Jack who simply looked down at you while nodding his head.

“Of course you can, baby. What’s wrong?”

“I… it’s Neelam.”

“Isn’t she great? She’s been really helpful since Chris brought her on.” Jack answered while smiling at you and all you did was look at him with a straight face. 

“Why does it seem like I always have to fight for your attention since she’s been here?”

“Huh? What are you talking about? Fight for my attention since when? You’ve had my attention since I was eight days old. Literally no one can compete with that.”

“She is always next to you every single time I turn around and I don’t like that.”

“Babe, you’re making a big deal out of nothing and it sounds like you’re jealous. You have nothing to be jealous of because you know that I’m yours.”

“Well tell her that because it seems like she acts like the two of you are in a relationship when you know good and damn well you’re about to be married to me, so what is up with that?”

“Where is this even coming from because no she doesn’t. She knows that we’re together and has been nothing but professional and respectful this entire time.”

“I beg to differ, but whatever. Just brush me off I guess.” You said while shrugging your shoulders and it was clear to Jack that you were now pissed off. 

“Y/N, no one is brushing you off, baby. I just don’t get those vibes coming from her. You have nothing to worry about because you are literally the only person that I want and I’ve told you that time and time again. That is never going to change.”

“I don’t like her and I want her gone.”

“It’s not that simple and you know it.”

“It is that simple when she’s on your team. What are you not getting? I told you from the beginning that if I didn’t like her, I wanted her gone.”

“But I do like her and you’re coming to me with this imaginary bullshit you made up in your head about her wanting me when I know that she doesn’t.”

“Because you’re a fucking man. Girls recognize when someone is after what’s theirs.”

“She’s not going anywhere, end of discussion. So drop it.”

You had been laying on Jack’s chest and promptly turned around to face the other way so that you wouldn’t have to look at him and all you then heard was him sucking his teeth.

“Seriously, Y/N? Now you turn away from me?”

“You told me, end of discussion so there isn’t anything further that needs to be said since obviously how I feel doesn’t matter so I’ll be over here.” 

“No one said how you feel doesn’t matter so stop putting words in my mouth.”

“You agreed with me when she got here that if I didn’t like her then she would be gone, but now what changed?”

“She is literally here to help you not to have to do so much so I would think that you would be a little more appreciative towards her.”

“You know what? It doesn’t even matter anymore. Do what you want.”

“Why are you always picking fights?” Jack asked while sighing. 

“How am I picking a fight when I simply told you how I felt? You turned it back on me and said that I was jealous and delusional.”

“Because that’s what it sounds like! How are you jealous of her being around me so much when it’s her actual job when you literally have me? I am literally yours and not going anywhere. At the end of the day, you’re the one that I’m coming home to.”

“Never mind. It doesn’t even matter anymore, goodnight.”

“Y/N, come on.”

Silence.

“I wish you could see how much I love and care about you. You’re my priority and no one else, I promise you that. Let’s just see how it goes and if you still aren’t happy we’ll let her go.”

You turned back around to look at him and simply nodded before turning back around.

“That wasn’t meant for you to turn back around, I want to look at my girl. Let me see that pretty face.”

“Well you can look at the back of my head because I’m still mad at you.”

Jack sighed before he laid you on your back before climbing on top of you and leaning down to kiss you.

“Compromising is a part of marriage, baby. Is it not?”

“We’re not married.”

“Yet, so why do you have to be such a smartass?” Jack asked while starting to tickle you and you were trying to push him off of you.

“NO! Jackman! DO NOT!”

“Say you love me and I’ll stop.”

“Now you want me to lie?” You asked between you laughing.

“I… stink, stop playing!”

“Okay! Fine, fine. I love you now, get off of me.”

“Give me kisses first.”

You reached up to kiss him and he eagerly kissed back with his hand reaching underneath the shirt that you were wearing as he slowly massaged your left breast with you letting out a small moan. 

Jack then tugged on your shirt meaning that he wanted for you to take it off so that he could have better access to you. 

“How are you so perfect?” Jack whispered while leaning down to kiss you.

Once you did, his mouth quickly attached the one that he had been massaging previously while his hand reached down to rub small circles along your clit knowing that the his shirt had been the only item of clothing that you were actually wearing and was thankful for that. 

Jack heard you let out a small whimper and began to suck harder as he then inserted two fingers into you and were pumping them slowly in and out as he switched to your other breast.

“Mmm. baby.”

“Shh, we have to be quiet. Can you be a good girl and be quiet for me?” Jack whispered in your ear and you eagerly nodded before he went back to his previous task.

You wrapped your arms around Jack’s neck in order to bring him closer to you if that was even possible as he added another finger.

Since he knew that you hadn’t had sex before him, he would periodically introduce you to new things to see if you liked it or not, but also made sure not to overwhelm you. The two of you quickly came up with a safe word right after the first time.

“So wet for me, baby. I want to taste you, is that okay?” He asked while looking up at you and a slow nod was given in approval.

“I’m about to make you feel so good, spread those legs for me.”

Jack made his way down your body while placing small kisses all over it along the way and once he got to your most prized possession, he slowly looked back up at you.

“You ready?”

You said a small yes in response and Jack took one long lick across your folds without breaking eye contact with you and instant pleasure took over your body.

“Keep your eyes on me and you better not disobey me.” Was all he said before he fully dove in.

He went at a slow pace at first wanting for you to get comfortable, but as soon as you least expected it, he sped up his pace making you moan out in pleasure. You quickly put your hand over your mouth in order to muffle the moans as best as you could, but knew that some were bound to slip out. However, previously everyone had been asleep except you and Jack.

His face was covered in your juices before he slowly began to suck on your clit and that was when you lost it.

“Fuck, oh shiiiiit.” You said as you closed your eyes for one second, and Jack immediately halted his movements making you look at him in confusion.

“What did I tell you?”

“I need to keep my eyes on you.”

“So do it and don’t let it happen again.”

Jack held onto your thighs tighter since he noticed that you had been starting to move away from him and you did your best to not wake up everyone in the bus.

“Come on pretty baby, you gonna cum for me? Be a good girl and cum all over my face.”

It took less than two minutes for you to hit your peak as Jack kissed your thighs as you rode it out.

As he made his way back up your body, he left a trail of kisses and finally ended at your lips and you eagerly kissed him.

“I didn’t want to do too much at one time, you okay?”

“More than okay.” You responded while laughing and Jack simply smiled.

“Now I need to return the favor.” You said while reaching for Jack’s shorts, but he pushed your hand away.

“Next time, baby. Just wanted to make you feel good. It’s almost three in the morning so I’m going to need you to go to sleep.” Jack said as he placed kisses on your cheeks, your nose, and then your forehead.

“I love you so much and there is no one on this earth that compares to you. Got it?” Jack said as moved from over top of you and simply nodded.

“I got it, I love you too.”

You had been wedding planning with Ariyana all day and left Jack in the hands of Neelam which was the last thing that you wanted to do. But talking with Jack the other night, you felt a little more at ease. I mean it was kind of hard to compete with someone that he had known for his entire life. 

It wasn’t until you came across her instagram story which had you fuming.

Neelam Thadhani added to their story

You immediately took a screenshot and sent it to him wanting an explanation.

You- Bubs, what the fuck is this?

All you saw was the text bubble appearing and then disappearing.

You- Hmm, so much for me not having anything to worry about.

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[brainddeadd]

Carpool Confessions

You were running on pure autopilot this morning, sitting in the passenger seat of Joseph Woll’s car as he drove the two of you to the rink. Working as the social media manager for the Toronto Maple Leafs kept you busy, especially since the team was thriving—and the content, endless. Thankfully, you and Joe had struck up an easy friendship over the past few months, making these early morning car rides way more bearable. Plus, it helped that you were neighbours.

“Coffee?” Jo asked, glancing at you with a small smile, knowing you’d probably stayed up late finishing content edits.

“Yes, please,” you groaned dramatically, slumping in the seat. “I owe you one.”

Jo chuckled, the sound low and warm. “You say that every time. I’m still waiting on this ‘one’ you owe me.”

You gave him a playful side-eye. “It’s an IOU situation. I’m good for it, I swear.”

He shot you a knowing smirk, and you ignored the little flutter in your chest. Jo was easy to get along with—so easy, in fact, that the rest of the team and your coworkers were convinced the two of you were dating. You tried to shut it down every time, but your carpooling arrangement wasn’t doing you any favours. Neither was the fact that Jo often brought you lunch, and you seemed to naturally gravitate toward each other at every event.

Honestly? It didn’t help that you maybe had a small, harmless crush on him. Okay, fine—big crush. But he was your friend, and you didn’t want to ruin that dynamic.

But today, things were about to get complicated—thanks to Auston Matthews and Mitch Marner.

At the rink, you were scrolling through your camera roll, reviewing content from morning practice. Mitch skated by you, giving you a little grin.

“So,” he started casually, “what’s the deal with you and Jo?”

You sighed, not even glancing up. “For the last time, we’re just friends.”

Mitch hummed like he didn’t believe a word of it. “Well, Auston thinks Joe’s lying to himself.”

You frowned, finally looking up. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Before Mitch could answer, Auston skated over, the beginnings of a mischievous smile curling at the corners of his mouth. “Hey,” he said, a little too casually. “You doing anything after work?”

You blinked, taken off guard. “Uh… no, not really.”

Auston leaned in, all charm, his voice smooth as ever. “How about we grab a drink? Just the two of us?”

You tilted your head, confused for half a second—until you saw Mitch’s grin widening behind Auston’s shoulder. Oh, they’re up to something.

Still, you played along, curious to see where this would go. “A drink? Just us?” you echoed, raising an eyebrow.

Auston gave a lazy grin. “Yeah. I’ve been meaning to get to know you better.”

Before you could respond, a familiar voice cut through the banter. “What’s going on here?”

You turned to see Jo standing nearby, still holding his water bottle from practice. His expression was neutral, but there was a sharpness in his eyes that hadn’t been there before.

“Just asking her out,” Auston said, shrugging like it was no big deal.

Jo’s jaw clenched, and you could practically see the gears turning in his head. You’d never seen him look quite like this—possessive, almost.

“Actually,” Jo said, voice tight, “she’s busy.”

Auston raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying how this was playing out. “Is she?”

“Yes.” Jo stepped forward, standing a little too close to Auston. “With me.”

You stared, heat flooding your face. What did he just say?

Mitch tried to hold back a snicker, nudging Auston, who gave him a satisfied look. Their plan had worked perfectly.

Jo finally turned to you, his expression softening but still intense. “Can we talk?” he asked, his voice low.

You nodded, following him into a quieter corner of the rink. Your heart was pounding in your chest.

When you were alone, Jo ran a hand through his hair, looking almost nervous for the first time. “Look,” he started, “I know we’ve been pretending everything’s just… friendly, but I can’t keep doing this.”

You blinked. “Doing what?”

Jo exhaled, his gaze locking onto yours. “Pretending I don’t care if someone else tries to take you out.” His voice dropped lower, more serious. “Because I do. I’ve liked you for a while now, but I didn’t want to mess things up between us.”

Your heart felt like it might burst. “Jo…”

He took a small step closer, his usual calm demeanor giving way to something more vulnerable. “If there’s even a chance you feel the same way… I need to know.”

A soft smile tugged at your lips. “I do.”

Jo’s eyes lit up, relief and happiness washing over his face. “You do?”

“Yes,” you said, laughing a little. “And for the record, you never had to worry about Auston.”

Jo smiled, leaning in just slightly. “Good. Because I was about two seconds away from dragging him off the ice.”

You both laughed, and then, without another word, Jo closed the distance between you, his lips brushing yours in a soft, tentative kiss that felt like everything finally falling into place.

When you pulled back, breathless but grinning, Jo looked at you with a mix of affection and disbelief.

“So, about that carpool arrangement,” he teased softly.

You grinned. “Yeah?”

He leaned in again, this time with more confidence. “You’re stuck with me now.”

Back on the ice, Auston and Mitch high-fived, watching the two of you through the glass.

“Worked like a charm,” Mitch said smugly.

Auston grinned. “We’re basically matchmakers.”

Mitch snickered. “Think they’ll name their first kid after us?”

Auston smirked. “Obviously.”

And just like that, the Leafs had their new favourite office romance.

[miitarashi]

Warning: it's another post like SFW and NSFW headcanons post to celebrate the 50 followers. Please,be aware that will be suggestive content so,if you don't like or don't feel comfortable scroll away and ignore,if you read,keep in mind that all of it is my personal opnion by the voices on my mind source. You've been warned.

[Name] = reader (neutral)

(Sorry for any mispeling words)

☆SFW headcanons☆

Let's begin with a cute one.

it's probably take a while for Tintin to notice his feelings,so haddock was always teasing him when you was with them like:

"Oh! Isn't the [Name] over there? Lookin beautiful don't ye think lad?? Go on and say it for them!"

"Lad,invite they to go with you!"

And even when,after some time it begin to be obvious (except for himself) haddock was dumbfounded.

"Lad,ye still didn't said for them yet?!"

"Said what?"

"for thousand demons- Lad,you like them!"

"Oh of course,they so joyful,undestanding,helpful and..."

"....lad"

"Oh-"

Overal,you thanked Haddock for it later.

Remember when i said that he always give a kiss of goodbye and when he came back?

If he forget,he'll walk back to give the kiss,he need it to start his day properly.

But if he remember about it too far from home,as soon he come back,will make up for it in anyway. A flower,little gift,whatever.

Sometimes you have to remind him of eating (it's basically canon that Tintin don't care too much about food,he just eat because he need to). Things always goes:

"Tintin,it's past the lunch time already"

"Sorry,i didn't noticed. I'll just finish this paragraph"

"I didn't eat and i'm waiting for you"

This always work to make him stop,look at the clock and then back for you. He sigh getting up and walking over to you with a defeated smile.

Stare. We all know that every time,mostly, he hold or follow the peoples gaze while speaking,then expect him looking dead into your eyes while saying how much he love you or just complimenting you in any way.

He do it to show how serious he is tho (words of affirmation 😌🙏🏽)

He like to go out with you,but what he love the most is just to lie down on the couch or bed with you doing nothing. It's his definition of a perfect quality time.

If you know something that can be useful about some case of his,Tintin will ask for your help right away so you don't feel left out

just don't think he'll bring you along because his utmost fear is you end up hurt or worst if you go along.

He's protective for obvious reasons.

Another thing about the stare,you can easily catch him just watching you doing whatever. Cooking,singing,reading,painting or drawing (if you know).

He's admiring and taking mental notes of your little things to compliment it later.

Tintin's a morning person so normally,when you wake up he'll probably have a mug of fresh hot coffee ready to help you wake up

He adore to see your sleepy face and messy hair,try me.

To finish,another cute one.

If he finds the clue to solve the case, with or without your help, he'll end up doing the same thing he did to Haddock.

Tintin will hug you and spin around with you in his arms, bouncing happily. Possibly giving a little kiss too just because yes 😌👌🏽

☆NSFW headcanons☆

Ok. First things first.

✨️Stare✨️

Before you could use it on him,he did it first.

The why he prefer positions that you're facing him is only to keep eye contact as much he can.

He just adore seeing your beautiful face melting in pleasure and when your eyes roll as soon he really begins to move.

If you look away. There's two things that can happen.

Or he'll grab your chin,firmily but never enough to hurt,forcing you to look at him.

Or he's gonna come closer to your ear and ask with his smooth voice,but a bit breathless by his effort:

"Don't look away Darling...eyes on me..."

If you just randomly picked up the brat persona for this time and insist to not look...

You know he's good with words,he's a writer,then you receive:

He suddenly slow down,coming back for the steady pace. His hands travelling your body to touch on every weak spot that he knows to make you even more sensitive.

"You're sensitive already...and i can make you feel it even more...so, [Name],let's see how much you can take it,shall we?"

Remember,he's cynical.

He'll do exactly it. Melting away your bratness tiring you up by overstimulation. This is his way of being "rough" since he feel a bit unease to really go hard on you.

He's protectiveness stop him from doing so because he really don't want to harm you without wanting you know?

To make he really do it,will take some time to warm him up for the idea,he's a big softy.

This can happen only when he's feeling bold enough. Not often but believe me,this will be the best even more because he tie you up when he's feeling like this.

Tintin being bold is he trying to make you vocal and quiet at the same time.

Bear with me here.

He love hearing you? Of course. But seeing you trying to be quiet and most of the times failing and crying out his name? Priceless.

And he'll even tease about it,saying something like:

"You look so adorable like this darling...let's see how much you can keep it down?" Or

"Be quiet [Name]...i don't want to disturbe Mrs Finch too much..."

Expect him saying sorry a lot for his behavior on the next day,he don't regret,just feel a bit ashemed.

Important thing: say his name.

I solely know that this is the high point for him.

Tintin loves hearing his name falling from your lips in a whimper or silent moan.

Definitily proud if he end up making you scream his name (he can. Easily. Try me)

Marks. Probably most of them will be hickyes,he only bites to tease so it don't leave a mark.

But he love receiving it. Bites,hickyes or (favorite one) back scratchs.

He like to feel that slight aching feeling from what your nails had done to his back on the day after.

Fun fact: Mrs Finch really end up complaining about the noises,he profusely said sorry with an awkaward face. After this,he closed the door letting a deep and embarrassed sigh and from this day on you two only do this when she's out lol.

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A/N: and here it is! Probably the last one of this type of headcanons and what better than doing it to celebrate 50 followers??? (I mean 52 by now lol) and again,thank you all for this,it's so good to see people really liking my content so much even when i procrastinate a lot. aNyWaYs! Very thank you and I LOVE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF Y'ALL CONSIDER YOURSELVES VIRTUALLY EMBRACED 😌❤️

[shadowwolfmemes]

Intro post

Okay! New DNI list for anyone who comes across this. Please read both before interacting:

DNI: ❌ Against the LGBTQ, necrophile, pedophile, zoophile, plushphile, TransID, ableist, anti-furry, anti therian, anti anti, radqueer, proshipper, incest supporter, Trump supporter, BellaTheWolf fan, Skibidi Toilet hater, have a foot fetish, narcissistic abuse believer, pro-endo system, selfcest❌

Update: I'm a lil iffy about objectum people...

[I would like to add that you don't bring up any kind of vore request into my inbox. I kindly ask that you keep that on your own blog. Otherwise, I'll either politely decline or just simply delete your ask out of my inbox. AND DO NOT ASK ME TO DONATE MONEY. Violate my blog rules or DNI, you're blocked on the dot. Please and thank you.]

Greetings! My name is Liana, I'm currently 18 years old, a female senior in high school, and I'm on a spectrum of autism with the side of ADHD and OCD.

I like to write stories on Wattpad because writing has always been my passion ever since I was in Elementary. Enough about me, I would like to get to know you better and hope we can become good friends.

And PLEASE read the rules all the way down below before interacting!

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I'm going to lay down some rules for those who are new here.

Rule number one: If you send me a hate ask, I'll just block you or delete it out of my inbox. I won't waste my time answering it, so don't bother wasting your own time and just block me.

Rule number two: DO NOT ASK ME FOR IRL PORN! I don't care if you're joking or not, I'll block you if you mess around too much. Just a heads up for all those creeps who happened to run across this blog.

Rule number three: If you have a request like asking me to draw your character to meet any of my characters, please be precise with your ask. If it's too vague, then I wouldn't know what you want me to do.

Rule number four: If you sent an ask, please be patient with me. If I'm taking too long to answer, I might either be in school, offline for a while or unmotivated. Rushing me will only discourage me.

Rule number five: If you don't like my art, cry me a river and get over it. I don't have to make it to your liking. Just scroll past my blog and ignore me, it's not hard at all.

Rule number six: If you want to draw my OC's for fanart or want to use them as profile pictures, that'll be fine as long as you don't claim them as your own character. If you want to use any of my OC's for anything content related, then please by all means, ask permission first. If I catch anyone stealing my art without crediting me, I'm instantly reporting and blocking.

Rule number seven: Similarly to what I said in rule number two, do not send rule 34 images to my blog. I don't care if you make adult content of my ADULT characters and don't make them into controversial situations, just don't send it to my blog because some of my followers are minors.

[Friendly reminder: This is MY blog, I have the right not to answer an ask if I don't want to. If you don't like that, it ain't that hard to scroll past.]

Meet the mascot of my blog:

For those who are new, this is the main mascot, Liana Longtail. She's a 25 year old dire wolf lycanthrope who likes to make friends and just be herself.

She may look sweet, but she is not to be mistaken with the girl next door.

Liana may be gentle, but try not to take that for granted or else you'll be leaving with a sore bottom or worse, having a giant burnt hole in your pants.

She may look cute, but she will bite if she needs to.

[aphblr-shipfessions]

(Shipping discourse, idk if that's allowed on here, feel free to delete if it isn't. On anon cuz I know this would get me harrassed like it has in the past)

So, regarding the anon who was talking about ship hate:

I have seen and received so much of that. Not a lot of it on tumblr, mostly twitter (because that site is the real hellsite), but the amount of people that will openly freak out on you for shipping something they don't or something they don't consider "canon" instead of just going "ugh you ship that?!" And then scrolling is ridiculous. No one knows how to behave anymore.

Now, everyone is allowed to like whatever the hell ship they want to; this is all fictional (and yes, I do mean whatever they want to). Just like anyone can not like a ship, for any reason at all (even if they don't have one other than "I just don't like it"). Shipping is not as serious as some people in this fandom make it out to be.

My two favorite sayings are this:

Ship and let ship.

Don't like, don't read.

Anyone can ship whatever the hell they want, and if you don't like it; ignore it and block that person. You don't need to go sending death threats or harrass them over a ship you don't like. You cannot control what other people do and do not post, you can only control what you see and do online. No one else can do that for you.

Manage your own triggers by blocking tags for things that may trigger you or that you simply don't like. No one is responsible for your triggers except for you. Only you can control what you see.

And I think this fandom forgets that.

Now, let me preface what I'm going to say next with this: I know quite a bit of this fandom are minors, and so immaturity is going to be a thing here.

I think this fandom needs to do some mental and emotional growing up.

What do I mean by that? Well, it's exactly as I said above; only you can control what you do and don't see online.

Don't like a ship? Block the tag. There's a feature on tumblr specifically for that.

Certain content maybe triggering to you? Block the tag(s)/word(s) so you don't have to see it. There's a feature on tumblr specifically for that.

Don't like a particular person for one reason or another? Don't harass them, block or mute them. Tumblr has features for that as well.

All this to say: harrassing people over shipping is dumb and childish. Please stop doing it; you need to break the habit before it consumes you.

And to the anon who is getting hate for their rare pair ship: keep posting. Don't let a few assholes discourage you from posting about something you like because it makes them feel a certain way that they don't like.

Happy shipping, y'all!

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[fallenangelics]

That's My Girl

PAIRING | Angel Dust & Cherri Bomb

WORD COUNT | 1821

SUMMARY | After many exhausting days of performing at the studio and attempting to further his progress at the hotel, Angel is left in a sour mood after not being able to spend his time as he wants it. Cherri decides it's finally time for her to step in but after being denied her right to spend time with her best friend by some staff at the hotel, things take a turn for the unexpected as Angel makes a stand.

RATING | Teen And Up Audiences

WARNING/TAG(S) | No Archive Warnings Apply

A/N | I've been meaning to post this for a while but found myself taking a bit of a break before I could move the fic onto this platform. I had a great time writing for this event and hopefully will be able to enter some more in the future. @rubra-wav created the beautiful banner below so go check out their content since they have some amazing stuff.

EVENTS | @character-a-character-b | Between The Lines | "She’s my person. If I murdered someone, she’s the person I’d call to help me drag the corpse across the living room floor. She’s my person."

AO3 LINK | Read Here

The past few weeks for Angel Dust had been hard. After being yanked back and forth between the studio and the hotel, Val constantly breathing down his neck while Charlie tried to rope him into redemption-themed activities, it had all started to take its toll on Angel. 

That’s why when he walked into the lobby of the hotel wearing a cropped pink hoodie that showed his second pair of arms that hung limp and some comfortable shorts and sat down at the bar without saying a word to anyone, it raised some alarm bells. Instead of greeting at least Husk like he would any other time he was in a slump, Angel sat with his head propped up by one of his hands, the other scrolling through the latest messages Val had sent him.

Every message his eyes scanned over it seemed it was from a different person, the tone changing drastically with every word. It didn’t matter how Val said it though, it all meant the same thing. He was wanted back at the studio that night and how Val had twisted his words in every message into something sugary before it flashed into a dripping of venom, Angel doubted he would be coming back to the hotel for a few days.

That conclusion only seemed to sour Angel’s mood more than it already had been, so much so that he didn’t even notice the drink Husk had placed in front of him or how Charlie seemed like she was gearing up to try and change his mood. The only thing that Angel did notice was the series of emojis that flashed at the top of his screen, the calling card of someone familiar.

Spinning in his chair just as the doors to the hotel were thrust open, Angel came face to face with a grinning Cherri Bomb. Ignoring everyone else in the room, Cherri headed straight for Angel, latching onto him with a large grin. “Hey Angie, how’ve you been bitch?”

“Oh, you know,” Angel could already feel his mood start to brighten as he spoke with Cherri, her presence having an immediate effect on him. After moving into the hotel, Angel hasn’t had many chances to meet up with Cherri, almost all of their usual activities being deemed unredeemable and setting back any of the progress Angel had made in his journey to Heaven. “Just hangin’ out or gettin’ work done.”

“Sounds to me like you need a night out,” Cherri exclaimed, giving away the motives of this interaction. Feeling his body react to that suggestion before his mind could even comprehend what she had in store for the two of them, Angel was grinning and nodding his head, wanting to hear more of the life he had unfortunately given up for redemption. “We can go back to my place to get ready and take a few shots before we hit up all the best clubs. I might even be able to get us a special something.”

“That sounds-” Angel started, pushing himself up from his stool and pocketing his phone. He was getting ready to agree with Cherri, a nice day away from everyone sounding nice when Vaggie cut her way into their conversation, almost shielding Angel with her body as she set herself up as a physical barrier.

“Terrible,” The short woman finished for him. Cherri almost recoiled at the intervention while Angel shoved his forehead into his hand, the two of them eyeing Vaggie with clear disdain. “Maybe you’ve forgotten why Angel Dust is staying here but it’s so he can be redeemed. Going out to get wasted or high completely undermines everything Charlie has been working for.”

“Oh, what Charlie’s been workin’ for?” Angel repeated with a laugh. He immediately came to Cherri’s defence, sliding his way past Vaggie, much to the girl's annoyance so that he could stand next to his friend instead. “I thought I was the one workin’ to redemption, meanin’ I can do whatever I want with my progress.”

“Let’s be real here for a second, okay Angel Dust?” A loud scoff escaped from Vaggie’s lips as she looked up at Angel, disgust evident on her face as if she was being forced to talk to him right now. Angel had seen that look a few times before and while he was new at the hotel he would’ve called her out for it without a second thought, but now as he spent more time here he tried not to cause as many fights for Charlie’s sake. “Charlie has worked harder for your redemption than you have. Now if we say you shouldn't do something because it’s either going to make you, the hotel or us bad, then you shouldn’t do it. Going out with Cherri is one of those things.”

“Angie’s allowed to do whatever he wants. You don’t own him so I don’t know why you’re trying to control him,” It was Cherri’s turn to come to his defence as she pointed an accusing finger at Vaggie. Her words seemed to anger the Fallen Angel more but surprisingly Vaggie bit he tongue, allowing Cherri to go on.  “Hey Princess, why don’t you call off your guard dog?”

There was no answer from the Princess of Hell as the silence stretched across the room. It was clear that being referred to as a guard dog seemed to set Vaggie off but Angel didn’t bother indulging her as he turned to Charlie, staring at her with furrowed brows and a confusion-laced expression as he called out to her softly, “Charlie?”

“I agree with Vaggie, Angel,” The response took a few moments but her answer seemed to rock through Angel, his mask slipping as the confusion he was feeling worsened into betrayal. Charlie was defiantly one of the hotel residents he had grown closer to so hearing those words leave her mouth sent half of Angel’s world tumbling, the other half remaining in a tight cage with Val. “We’ve both worked very hard for this Angel and we can’t just let you throw it all away for a one-night bender. Unless the two of you can think of something peaceful to do here while supervised, I think it’s best Cherri Bomb leaves.”

“Are you being serious right now?” Cherri loudly cried, her voice shooting towards Charlie with anger lacing every word. Just like Cherri, Angel couldn’t believe the words coming from Charlie’s mouth right now. “I’ve known Angie longer than all of you put together and this is how you think you can treat me? No wonder no one else has signed up for this hotel.”

“You heard the Princess,” Vaggie grouched, summoning her Angelic Weapon to point the spear tip at Cherri, forcing her to start moving towards the door. Angel watched the action with gritted teeth, not understanding where the sudden dislike for Cherri among the hotel staff had come from but knowing he wasn’t going to stand for it.

“What the fuck do you all think you’re doin’?” Angel’s voice rose, his words aimed at Vaggie as she tried to hound Cherri away. The shout sent a halt through the room, all eyes turning to Angel, surprised to see the outburst. “I’m not sure when you all started thinkin’ that you can control what I do when I spend my time at the hotel but I ain’t going to stand around and allow that to happen. Especially not when you think you can act like that to my best friend.”

“Angel I’m sure we can talk about this once you’ve calmed down-” Charlie tried to amend, her hands up in a surrendering position as she tried to reach Angel. 

“I don’t need to calm down when you’re treatin’ Cherri like that,” It was almost a hiss as the words left Angel’s mouth. No longer did he stay rooted to his spot as he began walking back towards Cherri, glaring at Vaggie and Charlie as he went, making sure the two of them knew his words were aimed at them. “Cherri’s my person. If I murdered someone, she’s the person I’d call to help me drag the corpse across the livin’ room floor. If I need to get wasted out of my mind then I’m goin’ to send her a message. If I want to destroy everythin’ that I’ve been doing for the past few months then she’s going to be by my side and if you can’t get on board with that then maybe my stay here should be cut short.”

“Angel, wait,” Charlie tried but it was all in vain.

“You would do that for me?” Cherri questioned, her one eye blinking up at Angel with admiration.

“Of course, I would Cher,” Angel grinned down at her linking one of his many arms with hers as he flipped the rest of the hotel off. Though he was giving up the free roof over his head he would rather stand by Cherri’s side. “I’ll be back for Fat Nuggets tomorrow unless you two can reconsider your redemption practices.”

“I knew I could always count on you, Angel,” A laugh rippled from Cherri as she began to fire up again, her instinct no longer screaming at her to stand up and fight back at whoever opposed her. Redefining their linked arms, Cherri began pulling them towards the hotel's door, no longer needing Vaggie’s spear pointed at her back to do so. “Now, let’s blow this place.”

“Couldn’t have put in any better myself,” Angel cackled, following after Cherri as she summoned a bomb and threw it at the door, leaving a large, gaping hole for the two of them as they dashed out of it, giggles spilling from their lips. 

They didn’t stop moving for a long time after that, Cherri leading Angel back to her house like she promised they would, the two of them taking the long way back as they weren’t fully convinced Charlie wouldn’t try to run after them. But as they spilled into Cherri’s room, the two of them flopped back onto her bed and curled into one another, they realised they had the night all to themselves.

“I’m sorry if I put you in a tough spot, Angie,” Cherri murmured, voice quiet as they lay side by side. Angel hadn’t really thought about what he had said since leaving the hotel, leaving that all to tomorrow when he finally went back to either have a serious talk with Charlie and Vaggie or to pack his bags. “You can always stay here if you need to. And if that doesn’t work for you I can help you find a new place.”

“Don’t worry about it Cherri,” Angel put a quick stop to her rambling, wrapping his arms around her to pull her in for a tight hug. “I’d do the same thing all over again if I had to. Not even redemption compares to you.”

[pascallatte]

Hello to each and every one of the 927 people who followed me when I started and those who are fairly new to the blog,

I have two things to tell you at this moment and though it is hard for me as a writer to tell this to you, I sadly have to.

First is that I'll end my Pedro Pascal x actress!reader series. As much as I loved making it and sharing it with you guys, I cannot ignore the fact that there are anons and sometimes direct messages from other blogs that curse me out and send hate just because of what I'm writing. I've literally said this before, if you don't like my work don't read it, it is for those who enjoy it only. Like why waste your time sending hate when you can just scroll past the content I've been posting. so as someone who writes during their free time with the intent to lighten myself up, I am instead met with constant hate in my asks and messages whenever I post a fic hence me being active only on posting days.

So to the people who've supported me since the beginning as well as my blog grew slowly thank you for being there and I appreciate every single one of your comments and asks that I wasn't able to answer. And to the lot of you, I'm sorry for having to discontinue the series all so suddenly.

Second of all, I am considering deactivating in a month, because every time I open the account or check the notifications, it's always the same person or a couple of anons bombarding me, which ruins my day.

Lastly, I would like to thank you once again for encouraging, liking, and following through on the series until my latest one. Your sweet messages will forever be appreciated and remembered cause I'll be saving a couple of them for motivation. and who knows maybe I'll come back, with a whole different blog or identity... who knows?

THANK YOU, EVERYONE!! HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT DAY AHEAD OF YOU AND KEEP SUPPORTING PEDROO WOOO!!!!

[kyrawritesstuff]

Unbending Fates (The Fates)

Contents: Royalty reader, God (Or Gods), enemies to lovers, minimal powers, possessive, 6k words

"So that's just it? I simply have to call out your name 3 times? Is it 3 times in a row or just 3 times? Like Parcae, Parcae, Parcae?" A question left your mouth as you stared into the paper, reading every single line written.

You let out a low sigh when your supposed Patron did not utter a word. You just started to rub your temple, remembering how you managed to be stuck in this situation. How you managed to attract such Divine Greatness in your chambers, without anyone from your family knowing.

"Are you really ignoring me?" Your voice broke slightly as you questioned the Patron but much to your shock, he does not respond towards your question. "Argh- Forget it. Do whatever you want. I don't care about all these fates things. Just tell me what you need. And if you're really staying here, use proper disguise. I can't let my family know I have a boy in my chambers."

A sudden knock interrupts the silence and with it, a familiar voice spoke from the opposite side of the door. "Your Highness, The Majesty King and Queen are ready for the banquet and have asked me to fetch you. Is Your Highness ready?"

"Yes- Yes I'm ready, Gerald," with quick motion, you swing open the door of your chambers, allowing your loyal butler to have the first look on you for the banquet. He gave you an approving look and took you to the ballroom where your parents and brother should wait. But as usual, you were the first to arrive there.

_ ★★★ _

"Does the banquet suit your interest, Your Highness?" The voice rang inside your head, making your eyes roll from the tone. Why are you stuck with him as your Patron again? You didn't know the answer to that but you had to push through. It's the will of the Gods after all and you have no power to go against it.

Now it's your turn to keep your silence. He however didn't take your disobedience very well like you took his before. Even though it had been months since your patronage towards him but neither of you ever got along.

His way of rearranging your life is different. Instead of leading you towards the right choices, he kept pushing you to do what he wanted, never specifying the reason for his actions and order. You as his underling will have to follow his commands in order not to invoke his wrath.

But today, you had enough. You forgot all those declarations and vows you made to him. Never once have you ever realized that you were never harmed when following his orders. But neither of that matters.

You suddenly smack your hairbrush, making a thud sound as it hits the solid vanity table. Your Patron turned his head towards you with this unamused expression plastered on his face. "I'm done. I don't need you anymore," your tone is loud and clear. Your usual snark or playful banter is no more.

"I think you must have misspoken. You said that you're done?" His voice is laced with mockery. "Try saying it again. But start with, a I'm Sorry, can you?"

"No. I am done with you"

"What's that mortal? That doesn't sound like a Sorry. Try again," You can feel his patience thinning but you know this is your only chance.

"NO!! I'm not your thing that you can talk down to!! I have my own life that I want to live in!!"

"Insolent mortal. I have your life written down for you to follow. It's the one simple thing that you need to obey," with a snap of a finger, a scroll suddenly materializes out of thin air. The top of the scroll had some writings, something you were familiar with. Your past memories, everything that you had been through until this very moment. However, the other end of the scroll was empty with some markings that something had been erased.

With a swift motion, you snatched the scroll off your Patron's hands, much to his anger. "I don't need you to be here!! I can write about my own future!!" Fueled with rage, you grabbed a piece of pen and wrote on the sacred scroll. Break the bonds with Parcae was written with a deep red ink.

"Is that really it, mortal? You disrespect me and my work. You write on the Sacred Scroll with your mortal creations. Are you satisfied, Your Highness? Tell me, are you satisfied?"

His questions dug deep into your mind, you could sense the tension and disdain he had on you.

"You know what, I'm a merciful Patron. I'll allow you to write your own future. And look at that, the first thing you wrote, Breaking the patronage with me. Is that really? I wish you the worst with your future, Your Highness " And with that, you were left alone with the tainted scroll still in your grasp.

_ ★★★ _

Ever since he left, your life has been in disarray. All the choices that you made were not the best or at least, completely trash. You kept picking the wrong time to teleport into the area. Once, you had accidentally barged into your own surprise banquet during the preparation, breaking the veil of shock and leaving your citizens groaning.

But one day would be the end. Just one day would lead to your doom. Your precious brother had been wed to a neighbouring kingdom for the purpose of power. All this time, your Patron had whispered into your ears that the marriage should not be but since you no longer had him, you did not stop the marriage of your brother.

A war broke out, the reason for it was never specified. Does your brother secretly have other consorts? The princess of the neighboring kingdom ended your brother's life? The citizens of the kingdom riot over the marriage? You could never know the reason.

"Your Highness!! This way!!" Your dress was all ruined, as you forced yourself to find safety in the ruins. With the help of your servants, you managed to make a way out of the palace. Freedom was so close, up until you were greeted with the angry mob of the opposing kingdom.

A look of fear wash over you as you hold onto the scroll. The scroll that your Patron had left you. "Parcae…."

You can see the troops had their arrows pointed at you, "Parcae….."

They released the arrows, the fast moving weapon cut through the air, moving their way towards you. "Parcae……"

Your body falls onto the ground, unmoving.

_ ★★★_

"……… ill….."

"…… erve….. ill….."

"Hum…… deserve…… free ….ill….."

"Humans…. do….. deserve….. will"

"Humans do not deserve free will"

Your eyes snapped open, looking around at your surroundings. It was not the place where you were shot down. This place, it's more beautiful. Far more beautiful than what you had seen in your life.

"W-What?- Huh? Where- Is this- Who-" Your hands touches where you expected to be dug with an arrow were cleaned, as if it was untouched.

"Already woke up, princess? Did you have your fun? Did you ruin your life enough to see?" The familiar voices rang into the area. Your Patrons stood before you. Wait, Patrons? Yes, instead of the expected one Patron, 3 identical Patrons stood before you.

"Huh- You- You came back- I-"

"I still haven't heard a Sorry coming from your mouth"

"I- What-"

The Partons sighed, looking at you with the familiar disdain. "Humans do not deserve free will," the scroll that he left with you before was being floated up, away from your reach. "Look at what happened when you deviated from my plans. See now? See why you need me?"

With a split second, the scroll burst into flames, burning away each writings that were ever sketched onto it. You just stared, unmoving.

"Now, I will not allow any more will from you. You will only lead to your demise. No more. You hear? No more. Your fate is in my hands now. This fate is inevitable."

The other 2 identical Patrons move towards you, holding you down. "Who- Who are you- Why are there 3 of you now-" Your voice was mixed with fear as your eyes darted on each Patron.

The main Patron, the one who burned your scroll to crisp held his hand on his chin, as if he was in deep thought.

"I go with many names, Princess. I'm Clotho, the Spinner,"

"Also Lachesis, the Apportioner,"

Your final Patron gripped on your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes, "And I am Atropos, the Unbending."

[boombambaby]

On the Waiting List.

‘Huh. When was the last time I had a manicure?’

Kuzco stares at his hand, examining his nails with a critical eye as his advisory council members drone on and on in the background. The only real reason that he’s here is because the meeting pertains to him and his right to the throne in the face of this mysterious new ‘amendment’ found in his late fathers scrolls. Of course, you couldn’t guess that from how the council was all bickering with one another, talking over each other and generally ignoring him. He’s barely said a single word since he walked in and he’s more than content to let his thoughts drift while they make up their minds.

Inwardly, Kuzco is panicking. Not that he’d ever readily admit that, of course; but it’s threatening to consume him. Only the royal record keeper had seen him in such a frenzied state as of late, simultaneously helping him and turning down his ideas all week– but he knows better than to let that slip to anyone else.

If there’s one useful thing that Yzma taught him in all of her many, many, many, MANY years as his advisor, it’s to never show weakness to your subordinates. When you show weakness or uncertainty, or there’s a chink or your armor– that’s when they strike. It’s something that’s stuck with him since he was old enough to understand its meaning, and Kuzco used to live by the idea– you know, before the ‘llama adventure’.

“. . . So it’s been decided, then.”

Blinking back into awareness, Kuzco allows his hand to drop to his lap and curl into his imperial robe as a source of comfort while he glances around at the solemn faces surrounding him. The royal advisor stands quietly in the corner next to the scribe, watching the proceedings with a grim expression.

“Emperor Kuzco, it has been decided in a near unanimous vote that until you are able to procure either a diploma or an Empress, you will hereby be on the waiting list to resume your title as Emperor.” One of the council members– presumably the head– announces, standing from his chair to stare down the table at him. “In the meantime, you are to attend courses at Kuzco Academy, and will be entirely cut off from the royal funds until you graduate. It will be your responsibility to pass all of your courses without the aid of royal assistance of any kind, to prove your worthiness of the throne.”

At once, his stomach drops out from underneath him. This is the only life he’s ever known– how can he survive outside of the palace? It’s like the air has been sucked out of the room, and Kuzco launches himself to his feet so hard the chair flies out from underneath him. “You can’t do this! What am I supposed to do– live with peasants?! Walk myself to school every day?! By myself?!”

“I’m sorry, your Highness. You’re now on the waiting list to become Emperor. Best of luck to you.”

Before he knows what’s happening, the council member who spoke tugs on a braided cord hanging beside his head that Kuzco had never noticed before. His mouth opens for a rebuttal, but the feeling of his stomach dropping again heightens and the floor drops out from underneath him, and he’s suddenly careening through the air with a loud scream.

He hits a slide at some point, which takes him through a dark tunnel reminiscent of Yzma’s roller coaster, and then he’s skidding across the smooth stones of the outer palace corridors and nearly bowling over a peasant ambling past.

Kuzco stares, unblinking at his surroundings, idly recognizing he’s outside, that the peasant he nearly toppled is yelling at him to watch where he’s going and that his robes train is curled uncomfortably underneath him.

That didn’t just happen, right? He wasn’t just booted out of his own palace by some nameless council member. There’s no way.

In the next moment, Wompy bear– his beloved comfort animal– falls into his lap, presumably from where he’d just come from. As he looks down at Wompy’s cheerful face, it takes everything in his power not to crumple and burst into tears and he snuffles loudly as he cuddles the stuffed toy to his chest.

It takes him several minutes to pull himself together, and the guards don’t even move from their posts. Kuzco pulls himself up with the help of a nearby banner, glaring at them all as he does so. He’s still got the crown on– how dare they ignore him?! “Can’t find good help these days.” He grumbles, rubbing his back end.

Pacha!

He’d offered to take him in, didn’t he? If anyone will know what to do and how to act like a peasant, it’s a big smelly llama herder! He realizes after the fact that it means he’ll have to find his way through the jungle back to Pacha’s village on his own, but it’s not until well after he’s set out, hugging Wompy bear to his chest as he’s ducking under leaves and vines on the jungle trail.

[little-peril-stories]

"stay with me"

Guess what, I 100% thought I didn't have anything for this prompt. But I do! And it's new-to-you!

If you've read The Prince of Thieves, then all you need to know is that it follows from Ending B, "it ends with a promise," not the other ending.

If you're just scrolling and seeing this, these two (Will and Bree) were in prison and tortured together! Yay! But they're both out now! Yay! Oh, and Jamie is Will's older brother, and Baden Hatchett is the constable who was Really Mean to them both. Those two characters are only mentioned.

And if you're wondering why she's all upset about what she's wearing, the time period is vaguely 1800s (pick your fave decade and run with that).

"stay with me"

Words: 848 | The Prince of Thieves masterlist

Contents: angst, post-nightmare stress

How long she stood in the cold, she wasn’t sure. It couldn’t have been terribly long; snow still blanketed the ground, and it wasn’t long before her toes and fingers began to sting. But the sky was clear, and stars glittered above, gazing back down at her as if they knew she watched them, too. You have some choices to make, they seemed to say.

As if she didn’t already know that.

So many nights in the past year, she had looked up at the sky and remembered another night when she stared at the stars, balancing on a rickety stool, entire body screaming in pain, choking out a description of the beauty in the sky above, certain it would be the last time she would ever behold it.

Her digits grew numb, and finally she turned to go back inside. She didn’t truly want to be back indoors, about to face a day of labour that would be both exhausting and monotonous, but the cold was too much to bear. At least working kept her warm.

She faltered to a stop moments after stepping through the doorway.

“Will?”

Will Wardrew, the last person she was expecting to see sitting alone in the dark, deserted tavern sitting area.

His head jerked up at the sound of her entering. “…Bree?”

“What are you doing out here?” Her stomach twisted. Part of her mind stuttered and stalled on the fact that it was still early, and that she should still be in bed, and that if she was to be out here talking to one of the tavern guests, she should be dressed in more than merely a shawl and nightdress. Another part of her mind, though, fixated on the arguably more important question:

Why was he sitting alone in the dark?

“Um...good morning.” It sank in that he had not answered her question. “Are you all right?”

He nodded, silent, and Bree knew.

“What’s wrong?” Still, he said nothing, and a shiver ran down her spine. “Will. What’s wrong?”

She took a few steps toward him, and that’s when she saw it—the flinch. Halting her steps, she squinted through the dark, trying to discern what she could of Will’s expression. “Can I come near?”

At first, she was certain he would ignore her again. After a moment, however—after a long, shuddering breath, Will said, “Yeah.”

Bree forgot, as she inched closer, trying to keep her footsteps soft, that her fingers and toes were frozen. Forgot that she was quite indecent and that she was already on thin ice with her bosses. Forgot that soon Stella and Celeste would wake up, and any minute now, they’d come downstairs to ready the tavern for the day, and the first thing they would see when they did was her sitting alone in the dark with one of their guests, scandalously underdressed and shivering.

“What happened?” she asked, keeping her voice soft, and for the first time, Will glanced up to meet her gaze. “Why are you down here? Couldn’t you sleep?”

“I was sleeping.”

Every syllable sounded like it pained him—wrenched from behind tightly clamped, unwilling teeth. It took her a moment to understand what he meant.

Before she could say anything, he kept talking.

“Do you ever…” Will swallowed, and Bree watched his throat bob in and out. The grey light of morning seeped through the windows, and as it did, the unfurling dawn threw the beads of sweat on his brow into sharper relief. “Do you sometimes…”

He looked away and fell silent.

“Do I ever have nightmares?” she guessed.

His hazel eyes didn’t meet hers again as he nodded; instead, he squeezed them tightly shut.

“Sometimes,” she said. Goosebumps tickled her arms as she watched him, waiting for a response. He sat so still—like a statue, the picture of sorrow immortalized in chiseled stone. Minutes seemed to ooze past, agonizingly slow. “Why don’t I go find—”

Jamie, she was about to finish, until his hand shot out and grasped hers.

“Please don’t leave.”

Bree froze.

“Will,” she said, trying to quell her rising panic, “I don’t know how to—”

“Please. Don’t leave. Please stay.”

Had she ever heard his voice sound like this? It was difficult to remember now. Her mind had trained itself at first to concentrate only on the memories that brought her the most joy or the most comfort—moments when Will had faced Baden Hatchett with nothing but humour and defiance and spite, when he’d shown himself again and again to be the bravest person she had ever met.

Then, when those memories hurt too much to recall, Bree had tried not to think of Will Wardrew at all.

All but impossible now that he was sitting there, shaking and distraught, right in front of her.

“Please,” she said, “I really don’t think I’m the best person to—”

“You’re the only—”

His voice cracked and stopped. The pressure on her fingers lightened.

“Sorry,” Will said. “You should—It’s fine.”

Without another word, he pulled his hand away.