#and i absolutely don't mind giving warnings or heads up if there's something you're particularly concerned about appearing

[marypsue]

not to be a horrible shipper all over your plotfic but what would the ships look like in your ageswap au?

The sample I posted does rather invite the question!

I should put out there, as a general rule, I'm not all that interested in Mike/Will and I don't have plans to write it anywhere. I don't really vibe with it, generally, and I believe I've mentioned previously (but maybe only in tags) that I really hate the way the Duffers conceived of and have been handling the possibility that Will might be gay. And many of the ways parts of the fandom have acted in response. I get that it's important to some people, and I don't want to rain on anybody's parade, but I've seen so much bad behaviour from the showrunners all the way down that it's pretty firmly put me off.

With that said, though. This fic was undertaken before I'd had much exposure to the fandom, and also, the roleswap plays...well, a role. I'm a sucker for a good triad relationship, especially the Monster Hunting Trio, and in this version of things, that's Mike and El and Will. So this is probably the only time you're ever going to see me writing reciprocated romantic feelings between Mike and Will. It's just that El is also there. And the entire context of their previous relationships with each other has changed. It feels different. I don't know. I'm operating on vibes, here.

Also because of the roleswap, this is one of those rare places where I'm not mashing Steve and Nancy and Jonathan's faces all together. Nancy and Jonathan are the Hopper and Joyce of this fic, and Steve is the Karen Wheeler. He'll be fine in his loveless marriage while the other two are off having fantastic post-saving-the-world sex. Maybe he'll have an ill-advised affair in the future. Who can say.

(Also Nancy and Barb had a brief on-again-off-again fling post-Nancy's-divorce, which has been over for some time as of the action taking place. Long enough for Barb to find a more stable relationship with the other local lesbian...)

I'm pretty sure that's it, as far as romance goes. Apart from the teen squad, it's pretty secondary to the plot in season 1, and I'm sticking with that. (Also, I need lots of time and space to fully mine the hilarity of Steve being Mike's literal actual father.)

[ashonheavenscloud]

5:34 pm || k. sunwoo

warnings: a bit of making out, tension tension tension | wc: ~600

a/n: co-written on a silly little call with mi amor @lixiesfreckless !! enjoy <3

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"You're staring again."

Sunwoo shrugs from across the island as you pause slicing limes for the refreshment you're making for tonight's party, giving you a sweet scrunch of his nose as if that’s a sufficient response.

“Is there something on your mind or…?” You resume your task, conveniently missing how his eyes linger on you for a second too long, watching you tilt your head, watching you catch your tongue between your teeth as you focus on not letting the knife slip on the lime skin.

Your best friend blows out a breath, folding his arms on the countertop and resting his chin on top of them. "You know, I could be helping."

"You are not getting anywhere near a knife."

Sunwoo sighs dramatically, spinning back onto his feet. “I’m good for things other than sitting and looking pretty, you know,” he says, rounding the peninsula and passing behind you.

“Oh yeah? Like what?”

“Like washing dishes,” he gestures to the sink, flicking on the tap and picking up a sponge.

“Wow, so the pretty boy has other uses,” you jab, and quickly catch the playful glint in his eye as he holds the extendable faucet in his hand.

“Call me that again,” he threatens, aiming the head at you with a devilish grin.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" You respond sweetly, finishing slicing the lime and tossing it into the half full pitcher. You put down the knife and cross your arms, facing him. "Go on. I don't know if I believe you. You're all talk."

Sunwoo cocks an eyebrow. "Seriously? That's what you think?” You shrug, and barely get half a second to nod before you’re splashed with a cold stream of water, dead in the center of your chest.

A gasp escapes your throat and he has the nerve to laugh, cockiness dripping from his tone.

“Still think I’m all talk?’

"I'm starting to think you talk too much." You bite back.

Sunwoo's grin only widens as he sets the faucet back in its place and takes a step towards you, then another. For some reason, the action makes your heart rate pick up, pounding in your ear and making your skin hot as he pauses right in front of you. Smile still intact, he leans in, baiting you. "Oh, do I?" His eyes flicker between your lips and your eyes, and the shameless action makes you want to wipe the smirk right off his face.

“Absolutely.”

“Then why don’t you do something about it?” He challenges, leaving the ball in your court as he fakes a contemplative expression, tapping his chin. “Then again, maybe you’re the one who’s all talk-”

Silenced immediately by your hands on the back of his neck, you roughly pull him in, crashing your lips into his plump ones as he stumbles into you, mildly caught off guard.

But you both have a point to prove, so he quickly steadies himself with a firm grip on your waist while you grab onto his shoulders to stay upright. Before you know it, he has your body pressed back onto the counter, breaths coming in heavy as his mouth pushes back against yours eagerly.

A particularly well-timed tug on your bottom lip pulls a muffled sound from the back of your throat that makes Sunwoo chuckle against your lips, breath hot on your skin as he leans back to whisper, "Guess this pretty boy is good for more than you thought, hmm?"

"Shut up." You whine, and the way he bats his eyes at you, hovering with his lips just inches from yours, baits you back to kissing him.

You’re not entirely sure who’s the winner in this particular game, but with Sunwoo’s hands sliding over your hips and his lips molding perfectly with yours, you can’t find a reason to care.

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I WAS WAITING FOR THE ASKBOX TO BE OPENED AGAIN WOOHOO…

anyway. How about a belly bulge from a strap with Robin? Like, trying out different straps with Robin and the one is bigger then the bigger belly bulge on her stomach is!!!

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☆ — DEMO TRACK: sub!Robin x dom!fem!Reader

☆ — TYPE: NSFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: Reader with a strap but that's probably evident HAHAHA, squirting

☆ — NOTES: I JUMPED ohhh 🐿 how I love your mind ik you sent this when I last opened my askbox I'm so sorry it took this long 💀💀💀💀💀

I went crazy insane before sitting down to write this bc HOLY FUCK

For the record I'd like to think that this was Robin's initial idea. She got way too curious and decided to just maaaybe suggest experimenting with sizes :3

And maybe she wants to see how it feels to be stuffed silly but shhh you don't need to know that (you probably already know LOL)

You start with a smaller size before buying new ones that are bigger than the last......but you just can't help but notice that whenever you both look around the site for another one, she always seems to linger at a particularly large one before you gently nudge her and snap her out of whatever train of thought she was in

So you end up buying that exact one in secret before surprising her, in which case?

The moment you revealed your 'mystery gift', you find that you've never seen Robin's eyes practically sparkle this much in such a peculiar way; it shined with a humorous mix of surprise, amusement and heated desire.

"Is this..?"

"I've noticed your eye on it more than once—for a multi-talented performer, you're not exactly discreet," you joked.

She smiles bashfully, "I suppose I've let my excitement show once or twice..."

"Really."

She laughs in that melodic tone you've easily grown to love, "Oh, hush, you!"

But then her eyes drift back to the new toy you've bought her.. and her hand idly strokes the false appendage, the size comparison between it and her hand being.. definitely something.

You hadn't even realised you were staring at her (and her movements) until you heard her clearing her throat, "Y-Yes? Sorry, I didn't quite catch that."

She gives you a light smirk, the wings on her head lightly flapped as if it were tittering, "I was going to ask if you'd like to try it out on me but if you're preoccupied with something, then-- mmph! ..Mm..."

You had silenced her with a quick yet deep kiss, the dildo pressing down on both your stomachs and earning you an excited moan before you drew back, "Was that enough of an answer for you, angel?"

"Mhm..." Her hand went to feel the toy leaning on her stomach, as if a prelude for the real event, "More than satisfactory."

Oh god when you get down to it, it's like she's absolutely hypnotised. Robin's DEFINITELY a lot more, for the lack of a more eloquent term befitting for such a lovely lady 🥰, sluttier and you've found that out for a bit now, but you've never seen her like this—all that's happening right now is Robin blowing you and yet it's as if she's already so dumb and eager as she drools on your cock. Can't even fit it in her mouth, what's the chance that she'd fit in her cunt????

Turns out she's determined to have you (and your new toy) inside of her no matter what 🤷‍♀️ gotta respect the woman's perseverance 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

She winces when you try to put it in at first (with a LOT of questioning her beforehand about whether she's sure she can handle it, which she says she can but still) and you take your time with it, letting her adjust to the stretch little by bit. Something inside her wants you to just shove it all in but she 1) knows better and 2) doesn't want to worry you 🫶🫶🫶🫶

It takes a while but when you finally bottom out inside her she is WEAK AS HELLLLLLL❗️❗️ Her eyes are half-lidded, her breaths fast, drool gathering on the corner of her mouth.......oh she's already gone and you haven't even started moving yet

The moment you do though??? Ohhh boy oh boy oh BOYYYYYYY her wings are a DEFINITE tell on how she's feeling. With the way they're flapping and twitching as you piston her deeply, you can easily say she was enjoying it ☺️

And alsooo the moment you've all been waiting for :33333

You had been so distracted with your Halovian lover's reactions that you almost didn't notice the very noticeable bulge on her...

Oh. Oh.

"Robinnn..." You cooed with a clear smirk on your lips, "I'm sure you can manage to look down here, right? It'll be worth it."

You accentuate your point further by gently grazing your hand onto the evident bulge on her stomach disappearing and reappearing every time you plunged the strap inside her. She looks down at the feeling with unfocused eyes before they widen at the realisation...

And then you push.

The reaction you get is one you wish you recorded for preservation—she screams as her nails claw on the sheets underneath her, hips shaking up and pushing herself even further into your cock. The tip ends up hitting a particular spot and her eyes roll back as you feel some sort of pressure hitting onto your strap.

The moment you pull out, a jet of liquid squirts out and hits you and the strap both. It takes a while before her orgasm actually starts to recede.

...

And you need her to do that again, you resolve within yourself, as you use the wings on her hips as handlebars and pull her back on your dick without a warning.

You don't stop for a while, that much is clear

Yk what else is clear? That Robin's a SIIIIZE QUEEEEEN I love her 🥰🥰🥰 She's soooo stretched out and fucked out by the end of it and yk what the best part is???

She makes sure to show you just how much she appreciates her very big gift in any way you'd want ☺️☺️

She's gonna have so much fun the day after when she goes to work ahahahah no fr I'd say jokes but I'm really not. She'll think about what you've done and what you now have and she'll feel her pussy clench as she gets distracted by her own thoughts when she REALLY shouldn't be 😭

[assembletheimagines]

Ok so (😳) bucky Has a crush on y/n, and he Doesn't notice, Until y/n kiss him in a dare(They're playing truth or dare) and he He realizes that he Really wuns y/n (Wink wink nudge nudge)

Thanks for your time (;

A/N: I have it like Bucky has a crush he refuses to act on, so like everyone but you knows and so his friends take the initiative to do it themselves. It's kind of cute, I think.

Warnings: None, sorry

You can definitely find Bucky, Sam, Steve, Natasha and you in the common room drinking after a particularly rough mission.

Bucky already a little tipsy after going shot after shot with Natasha so he's actually feeling relaxed, his hand loosely holding a modified beer as his eyes happen to wander towards you.

You, who has a soft pink glow on your cheeks as you nurse your third Moscow mule Natasha happily made you. You, who is leaning back on the arm rest of the couch opposite of Bucky, your head tilting back as you laugh at something Sam said. You, who gives Bucky a bright smile before making your way back to Natasha for your fourth drink of the night.

Bucky eyes trail after you before he feels a nudge on his shoulder and his eyes flicker from your smiling face and over to his left where he meets an annoyingly familiar pair of blue eyes. He sniffs, rolls his eyes and promptly ignores his best friend. Which only makes Steve's smile grow, much to Bucky's dismay.

"You know what we should do?" Sam's bright smile brings everyone's attention to the tipsy man. He's practically bouncing in his seat in excitement that Natasha has to place a hand on his thigh just to stop him from sloshing his drink to the ground. "We should play truth or dare!"

"What are we, teenagers?" Natasha snorts and Sam dismisses her with a quick wave of the hand.

"C'mon, it'll be fun!" Sam words may or may not be slurring as he speaks them but you're leaning forward, an amused smile playing on your lips as you give a relaxed shrug.

"I'll bite," you giggle and Steve's surprising Bucky by agreeing too.

So, with that said. The five of you sit in a circle on the ground, giggling like fools as you try and decide who to start with.

Natasha is the clear winner, adding in rules that if you don't perform the dare or answer the truth you've back asked, then the penalty is to take a shot.

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As the night progresses, Sam's down to just wearing his boxers and mismatching socks. He's also two shots done. Natasha is actually wearing Sam's clothing, a smirk permanent on her lips, since so far she's the only one who has done all of her dares and truths. Steve's had to run up to the roof only wearing the American flag and has taken three more shots.

Bucky's refused to answer some truths, much to Natasha's delight, and in consequence is the most at four shots down. And you're no better, matching Steve's three shots all while keeping innocent at only picking truths.

But that doesn't last long. Natasha's green eyes gleaming as she shares a look with Sam. She gives a subtle nod and Sam's locking eyes with you. "Truth or dare?"

You're already knowing you'll probably regret it but you refuse to only pick truth so you quickly gather up your courage and squint your eyes at Sam in a challenge. "Do your worse, dare."

"I dare you," Sam pretends to think on it, tapping his chin with his pointer finger as he looks around at the ex-assassins and super soldiers in the room. "I dare you to kiss Bucky."

And Bucky's blinking, head tilting slightly at Sam's words. He doesn't have time to process before he's watching you lean up onto your knees. "Easy," you murmur softly and Bucky's trying to figure out why his heart starts to race.

His eyes following you as you turn your attention onto him. Fuck, Bucky's mind seizes for a second as you crawl on your hands and knees to him. His fingers twitch and he tells himself to stay absolutely still as you give him a grin and stop right in front of him.

"Bucky," you whisper like you're going to share a secret with him. And he can't focus on anything else, blinking dumbly as you giggle and shuffle closer to him. You tilt your head cutely at him and ask, "can I kiss you?"

And yes, Bucky's touch starved. And yes, he may have nodded his head a little to quickly but then you're in his lap, arms wrapped around his neck as you lean in close not hesitating to press your lips to his.

And Bucky groans, he can't help himself, arms wrapping around your waist as you melt into the kiss. Lips parting, tongues exploring as you both fight for dominance.

Bucky's mind begins to fog as the kiss deepens, because your making the cutest noises as Bucky bites your bottom lip. Your hands twist into his hair, tugging and earning a groan from him in return.

You two are so caught up in one another you almost don't hear Natasha's: "boys, our work here is done." As the redhead collects Steve and Sam, escorting them out with her.

[soapssuds]

Wriothesley x New Inmate ! Reader

Warnings | fluff, grammatical errors, wrio being down bad for reader, etc.

Note | reason for reader being sent to the fortress as a new inmate is up to your imagination <3

"I don't have any work today? Nice!"

For the past few months of being at the Fortress, you found that it was a simple and easy life. Especially since you barely had to work! Now, you weren't sure if it was because you were a new inmate or something, but, honestly, you didn't care by this point since you got to laze around and do nothing for most of the day.

Honestly, it was the perfect life for you. Way easier than what you had to deal with on a daily basis back on the surface.

You felt ... at peace. Sure you were surrounded with people who committed more worse crimes than you, but at least none of them held any sort of hostility towards you. They welcomed you here just fine. And, along with a welcome from the inmates when you first arrived also came a welcome from the Duke.

In your eyes, he was an absolute dream. He had a quick wit and a body that looked good good to be true, and his face was easy on the eyes too. In other words, having a sight like him around the Fortress definitely put the icing on the cake.

Though, despite your attraction to the man you never did have the courage to actually say or do anything about it. Not that you minded. You have a particularly long sentence and, hell, even when your time here is over you might decide to stay awhile and see what new life awaited you here.

"Huh?"

Another female innate who sleeps on the bed next to yours looked over and noticed the little gift in your hands. She couldn't help but to grin, "ooo, a gift? Who's it from?"

You scratched the back of your head, "honestly, I have no idea."

The other inmate shrugged, "well, it isn't uncommon to receive gifts from the surface."

"Isn't that considered contraband or whatever that word is?"

"Oh trust me, all mail is looked through before its sent to us prisoners, so that gift is perfectly fine if it found its way into your hands. Now, if you'll excuse me, I got an early shift. See ya, y/n."

"Yeah, see ya..."

You didn't bother to watch her leave ad you looked down at the gift in your hands. Settling back into your bed, you took a seat. Your hands shakingly unwrapping the gift while also being careful not to tear the paper.

This better not be a gift from my sister... that bitch totally left me for dead.

That was another thing about the crime you committed, your sister was in on it but ditched you when you got caught. So if she sent a gift, then you know that you'll definitely blow a fuse.

Opening the small box, however, you knew it wasn't from your sister.

It was a necklace with a rainbow rose glass pendant on it.

If there was one thing you knew, it was that your sister wasn't as kind.

So, could this be a secret admirer's doing? It couldn't be someone from the Fortress, right? None of the inmates you knew had the means of getting their hands on something like this.

Maybe it was someone from the surface? Ahh..., but you were never close to anyone up there, and you were sure you never caught anyone's eye either.

Questions on who it could be swirled around your head for the remainder of the day, but, of course, despite those questions it didn't stop you from wearing such a lovely gift. A gift that didn't go unnoticed by Wriothesley whi just so happened to catch you wearing it at lunch.

And just as he had thought, it looked very pretty on you.

"You're so weird."

"Thank you, Sigewinne."

"That wasn't a compliment... I just don't see why you won't go up to them and tell them how you feel."

"For one thing, Sigewinne, we're not exactly close enough for that. Besides, the only few words I said to them were the casual greetings I give to all prisoners when they come to the Fortress."

Sigewinne huffed, "well, just promise you won't be a secret admirer for long, ok? Cause they are very good looking and I wouldn't be surprised if someone else managed to wisk them off their feet before you do."

Wriothesley rolled his eyes as he turned to head back to his office before glancing at your smiling face one more time as you chatted away with your newly made friends.

Cute.

requested | @mitsumina12345

[nkn0va]

Could we please get general relationship headcanons for Ann, Makoto, Futaba, Haru, (and maybe Sumire if you feel like throwing her in here but you don't have to) from Persona 5? Thank you!

Hell yeah I can put Sumi in there, redhead supremacy. Tsubaki Yayoi best girl

Blazblue asks when

Content Warning: MAJOR spoilers for Persona 5 Royal. Ann Takamaki:

-If you manage to get with Ann of all people, fuckin' major props to you. You got yourself a literal model, nevermind the trauma/nervousness she probably has when it comes to relationships thanks to Kamoshida.

-Hope you're not one who sunburns easily, because you got yourself a ray of sunshine. Delete that joke, that was stupid.

-Ann has officially decided to make it her life's mission to make every day she can brighter for you and it will be your problem.

-Favorite dates of hers include going to Odaiba, mostly for the ferris wheel, going to the underground mall, whether for actual shopping or window shopping, and of course hitting up whatever sweets store you two can find. She'll usually pay due to her modelling giving her more money than the average high school student, and she insists because of this.

-Ann is all for physical affection, she is all over you every chance she gets. Cuddles, kisses, spooning, you name it. You MIGHT get some PDA out of her but not a lot, unless she just gets one of those sudden bursts of confidence out of seemingly nowhere.

-At home dates work for her too. She's totally on board with snuggling up on the couch absolutely drowning in blankets to watch a movie. Bonus points if the two of you fall asleep together just like that.

-As for the more...explicit parts of a relationship, the kind that hormonal teenagers get the most excited over...yeah Kamoshida did some serious damage on that front. If you wanna do that with her, it's going to take a while before she builds up the confidence to wanna explore that. You'll have to bring it up in conversation first, though.

-It is not an uncommon occurrence for you to find some sort of sweet treat on your desk as you go into school in the morning. Nothing big, just a little something Ann found while out in town that made her think of you.

Makoto Niijima

-Ahh, the student council president. Calm, composed, put together, and has zero idea what in God's green Earth she's doing when it comes to an S/O.

-If she was being completely honest she barely has any idea how she managed to even get an S/O in the first place, but she certainly won't be caught complaining. It's nice to know she has someone she knows she can count on for a change. At least anyone that's not just her sister.

-Makoto is the type to show affection in subtler ways, namely through worrying about you. Your grades, your health, your diet, she makes sure you're on top of it. It could come off as overbearing at times, but she does it to show she cares about you.

-She's much more of the shy type when it comes to more direct displays of affection. The subtle brushing of her hand against yours before it eventually rests on or holds it, her head on your shoulder as you two are sitting together. It'll take a bit before she becomes more confident to show how she really feels, but however she does it, watching the normally cold, professional student council president unwind like that is always quite cute.

-Take her to see an action movie, particularly a Yazuka movie, and she's super engrossed in it, no matter how much she blushes and stutters as she tries to initially deny it. If you're a fan of those movies too, that's even better for her.

-Study dates are a regular occurrence. If your grades aren't looking the best, Makoto is about to come in clutch and save you, whether you like it or not. She won't really be mad though, as long as you show you're at least trying your best.

-Outside of that though, she much prefers dates at your place or hers. Watching a movie, making dinner together, and just in general talking about whatever comes to mind. It's a very cozy, homely atmosphere.

Futaba Sakura

-The social shut-in neet. The only shot you're having at a relationship with Futaba is if you're a Phantom Thief. Otherwise you will have no idea she exists.

-You thought Makoto was nervous going into a relationship? Yeah you haven't seen shit yet.

-Your first order of business in this relationship would pretty obviously be getting Sojiro's approval. Being a Phantom Thief and helping her get out of her room is a nice start, at the very least. Once you've proved yourself to him though, you've secured yourself the ultimate wingman.

-It's going to take quite a bit of convincing to take Futaba out somewhere. Your best bet would be Akihabara too look at all the tech stuff, video game/anime merch, and other general nerd things. All the while she's attached to you at the hip of course. If you leave her sight for even a second she'll never forgive you. At least that's what she says, anyway.

-Most dates are obviously going to be indoors, whether in her room or at Leblanc. Watching anime, playing video games, just about what you'd expect. All the while she'll nerd out about lore/story and teach you anything you're confused on or show some super cool tech in whatever video game you're playing, after thoroughly trouncing you, of course. Will probably make jokes about being your sensei and stuff like that.

-A fun little trick to do is to peck her cheek when you're playing something together to catch her off guard. She'll go red as a beet as her brain completely stops working, after which she'll accuse you of cheating. She'll try to eventually show affection herself in similar ways though she'll get super shy about it and act like it didn't happen. It's pretty freaking cute.

-Also she will 100 percent borrow your clothes without your permission, no matter how oversized they are. She has commandeered your entire wardrobe.

Haru Okumura

-What. A. Sweetie.

-If you're aiming for a relationship with this heiress, you're gonna have to play the long game for a bit. When you were about to be married to Sugimura you'd probably need a break from anything romance related for a while as well. Once Haru does feel ready enough to give relationships a try again with someone she actually cares about it's really something.

-Haru is the soft kind of girlfriend, both figuratively and literally. She treats you with nothing but patience and kindness, and trusts you more than anyone else. She does anything she can for you and will push aside anything and everything if you're ever in need.

-Cuddles with her are soft, fluffy, and warm. It's almost like a sheep, you could stay like that with her for hours.

-Her favorite type of date is naturally anything involving gardening. If you're inexperienced with this sort of thing, Haru is more than happy to teach you everything you need to know. Ask her to do so and the smile on her face could replace the sun.

-The easiest way for her to show affection is through gifts. She's the heiress of one of the largest companies in the world, she has more than enough to spend on you and then some. If you say anything about something cool you want when in her general vicinity you'll be getting that same thing not even a week later. To be frank, you'll probably need to be careful when talking about that sort of stuff, she will have zero inhibitions when it comes to gift giving.

-And don't even get me started when things like Valentine's Day, Christmas, and god forbid your birthday roll around lmfao.

-Whether it's at home baking sweets, spending time a cozy cafe out in Shinjuku, or at a restaurant so fancy that you feel underdressed no matter what you wear, Haru is down for all of it. The only detail that matters to her on a date, and her life in general is that you're there.

-And for the love of God do not let this woman drive, you are gambling with your fucking life.

Sumire Yoshizawa

-A relationship with Sumire would probably start out...awkward. Especially if you knew her while she was posing as Kasumi.

-A lot of guilt and low self-esteem will make the relationship a work in progress to begin with. An S/O of hers will need to be there for her and assure her that she is enough. They're in love with Sumire, not the image and identity of Kasumi she placed upon herself.

-It won't be forever, though. She'll eventually bounce back, knowing that she needs to be there for you like you are for her.

-Sumire is loyal above all else. You showed your loyalty when your stuck by her through such a strange, confusing and difficult time in her life, and she's damn well gonna make sure she returns the favor.

-It'll take a while for her to warm up to it, but she is all in for physical and verbal affection. Anything to show just how much she loves you. Just not in public...

-Sumire would definitely work best with an S/O that praises her for everything she does. It gives her a warm, fuzzy feeling inside and makes her feel satisfied.

-She'd definitely be the type to want to push you to be your best self, physically and mentally. She knows what the latter is like more than anything else and doesn't want you to fall into the same trap. Physically active dates are her forte. A jog around the park in the morning followed by a good breakfast at a restaurant somewhere and she's in Heaven.

-Speaking of which, you better have a good amount of money on hand whenever you go out on a date, lest you run the risk of her draining it dry on food. She'll at least have the decency to know when it's better to stop most of the time but when she gets going, she really gets going, especially if you have a hearty appetite yourself.

-You're naturally sure to catch her gymnastics competitions, whether online or in person. It serves as a motivator for Sumire. Knowing you're watching from somewhere really gives her that extra drive to do her best. You're the reason she's gotten this far, she won't let you down as long as she has something to say about it. Not just in her dreams to be a world class gymnast, but in her entire life.

First headcanon post. Hope these are up to expectations, I really tried with these.

[riddle-me-ri]

👉👈 I would uuuhhhh very much enjoy a Dormouse type reader x Jervis somewhere in the future, also would really like if you did the rest of the dork squad reacting to reader dying cause I'm a sucker for angst BUT AS ALWAYS there's no pressure, I know it's a lot, take as much time as you need, and only write if you want and you're up for it!! Love you lots, good luck on your driver's test, keep on being amazing!!!

a/n: asdfggh aww my beloved gus gus thank you so much you're amazing ilysm. Unfortunately, I failed my test BUT I'd love nothing more than to do the dormouse type reader! And I've already gotten the request for the scarecrows so it's only a matter of time for the Mad Hatters so I already imagined I'd be finishing off the wee angst series anyway but god to know there’s a need lol

Content Warning: nothing crazy just mentions of some small pain inflictions as a means to wake up reader (i.e. flicks, head smacks, things like that) better to be safe than sorry and mentions of somnophilia but no explicit detail

The Mad Hatters with a Dormouse Type Reader

Arkhamverse Mad Hatter:

Albeit you always falling asleep can be…tiring on its own. 

(he does get aggravated sometimes but never shows you directly)

He does appreciate your loyalty. 

At least you're always there for him…physically. 

You always manage to be a small voice of reason for him

Even when he doesn't realize it 

Oftentimes he may take credit for your comments for his own. 

Jervis shows his appreciation by always including you, no matter where or what.

Whether you're listening or not, he's just glad to finally have a companion. 

BTAS Mad Hatter: 

Jervis finds you absolutely adorable.

Even though your sleeping habits are a bit cumbersome…

He's pleased to find that you actually pay more attention when you’re asleep than those who do when they are wide awake.

Which makes you incredibly helpful, he’s always amazed at the amount you recall.

You also know just when to be alert and awake, but of course, he knows that comes with a quick crash later. 

As your relationship develops, he does go an extra length to ensure you’re comfortable

Don’t ask where the pillows and blankets come from, he just HAS them on standby somehow.

(also no he totally didn’t kiss the top of your head, that was absolutely a ~dream~)

TNBA Mad Hatter:

Like other Jervi, he’s at first annoyed with your relentless napping.

However, he can’t deny you’re incredibly insightful for someone who normally snoozes away most of the time.

Whenever he thinks allowed while tinkering at something, you’ll mumble something he hadn’t considered. 

(kind of like Arkham, he’ll likely take the credit sometimes)

He does appreciate your input, he just has a hard time showing it. 

He grows to not mind your endless naps after a while.

Your soft snoring and mumbles are the only noise he welcomes while he’s working. 

Like BTAS, he is also likely to make sure you’re most comfortable when you’re sleeping.

Gotham Mad Hatter: 

Most likely to try and keep you awake for as long as possible before giving up.

And inevitably trying again later or the next day.

You’re extremely lucky you look cute when you’re sleeping.

Jervis is likely to shake you or gently pat you upside your head to wake you up.

He does let you sleep some days.

But if he’s particularly hyperactive about something or someone he wants your full attention. 

You do surprise him sometimes when you talk in your sleep.

Sometimes you intentionally say questionable things in your sleep just to get back at him for all his interruptions. 

Harley Quinn: TAS Mad Hatter:

This Jervis is most likely to be like his literary counterpart. 

Don't be surprised if you wake up to see tea being poured on your face.

Or if you felt some flicks to your temple. 

Don't worry though, he'll gladly wash your face or kiss wherever he afflicts you. 

Jervis will insist it’s because he knows no better alternatives to wake you.

(absolutely untrue, man just thinks your scrunched up face is adorable)

Jervis relies on you to remind him of a lot of things. 

What day it is, keep score during tea party games, which tea cup has cyanide in it…the usual.

Joker’s Asylum Mad Hatter:

Jervis cherishes you. 

You’re so calm, quiet, and gentle…so opposite to what he’s used to. 

You are something of an emotional support dormouse. 

You always wake up just in the nick of time to help him from relapsing. 

This Jervis is most likely to genuinely nap with you sometimes. 

When Jervis sleeps next to you, it’s usually the best sleep he gets. 

Jervis actually dreams happy dreams for once…

He can see a storybook ending where he can have hats, tea, and a loyal dormouse by his side. An ending where he’s happy.

Secret Six Mad Hatter: 

I hope you don’t have many boundaries, cause Jervis will break them whilst you are asleep. 

Don’t be surprised if you stir awake to five hats somehow balancing on your head. 

Or his arm propped up against your shoulder or his head leaned up against yours. 

You’re also kind of like an emotional support dormouse for Jervis.

All he’s ever wanted was a companion, and he’s found a reliable one in you. 

He doesn’t mind your incessant sleeping, he just rolls with it. 

Jervis knows he has his quirks and you have yours, and what luck you so happen to relate to the dormouse of all characters!

And just cause this Jervis is the most canonically naughty than the others, if you’re down he has no qualms about somnophilia

[givemea-dam-break]

hi my love, can you do anthony lockwood x reader

possibly with prompt 17 or 24 from the angst list?!? ive been craving some lockwood angst recently and i love your fics so who else could i ask to fulfill my needs

a/n: yes yes yes i have been dying for angst it’s my favourite thing to write. i'm so glad you like my fics! feeling honoured rn. this is shorter than some of my other fics, but i hope you like it!

warnings: angst, language prompts: "You're not my friend anymore, remember?" and "You left, you left, and now you have the gall to come back like nothing happened." gn reader

Your day couldn't have gone worse.

Originally, your plans for your first day off in weeks had been to spend your time in the library nearby, listening to the rain on the tall windows as you read in your favourite seat before stopping off to grab a takeaway on your way home.

Of course, things can never go to plan in a world haunted by ghosts.

To preface, the Visitors aren't the problem, not today at least.

You've reached a particularly good chapter of your book when things start to go wrong. You're completely content just reading away, sipping on some tea in your travel mug, when a shadow looms over the pages, making it hard to read.

Looking up, slightly irritated, you say, "Hey, do you mind moving, please?"

Then you see the face, and the irritation melts into something more: fury.

Anthony Lockwood stands before you, soaked with rain and dripping all over the floor. His hair, usually neatly brushed, looks like a wet rat, and his cheeks are flushed from the November chill. From the way he smiles, they remind you a little bit of apples. You like apples considerably more than you like him.

"What do you want?" you ask.

Lockwood points at the free chair next to you. "Can I sit?"

"Absolutely not."

"Right." He stuffs his hands into the pockets of his greatcoat. "Can we talk?"

"Also, no," you say, returning your attention to the book. "Goodbye."

A sigh. "(name), please, it's important."

"Important enough to bug me on my only day off? No, I don't think so."

You hope for a moment that he'll turn and walk away, but this is Anthony bloody Lockwood, and when does he ever listen to you? He moves, sinking into the seat beside you, and crossing his legs. You make a point of ignoring him, continuing to read the last paragraph you were on.

"We need your help."

No response. You keep on reading.

"(name), please. It's a big case, and we could really use your Talent."

Again, you ignore him, silently mouthing the words as you read them. Your focus on him strays, and for a minute it's as if he's no longer there, but the scent of bitter tea and citrusy shampoo lingers, taunting you.

Swiftly, you shut your book and stand, grabbing your bag. The action seems to shock Lockwood, and his daze gives you enough time to slip the book back into its slot on the shelves and storm out of the library.

Alas, Lockwood has long legs and catches up momentarily.

"I don't want to talk to you," you grumble, pulling your hood over your hair as you step out into the rain.

"I know, and that's my fault, but, please, listen this once. We -"

"Need my help. Yeah, I got that." Squeezing through a crowd of kids heading into the library, you continue, "But, thing is, I'm not an agent anymore. And, even if I was, you're not my friend anymore, remember? You gave up that right months ago. I wouldn't help you even if my life depended on it."

That stops him short. You keep on walking, arms crossed tightly over your chest.

"You're not an agent anymore?" he asks, catching up once more.

You scoff. "Haven't been since that last case we went on, and I don't plan on becoming one again."

Judging from his expression, he hasn't taken the news lightly. He almost looks betrayed, and that makes you want to strangle him. He's got no right.

"Why not?"

"Because," you say, stopping at the side of the pavement, out of the way of other people, "you left. You left me there, Lockwood. And now you have the gall to come back like nothing happened! You don't just do that."

His frowns. "I didn't leave you."

You want to scream at him, to pull your hair out. It feels like you're about to explode from the rage you're feeling.

"Yes, you left. I was left in that goddamn maze of a mansion by myself while you and George, what? Went to go have some celebratory doughnuts? Not all of the sources were secured, Lockwood. I almost died trying to get out of there."

"I didn't -" His face blanches, and he looks like he's going to be sick. "We thought we'd secured them all."

"Well, you didn't. Want to know why I didn't go back to Portland Row for a week before getting my stuff? I was in the hospital recovering from ghost touch. Took my a month to regain full use of my right arm, you know. I almost lost my arm, in fact. But you didn't ask, you just stood and watched as I packed my stuff."

That makes him angry. "What was I meant to do? There was no stopping you."

"I wanted you to try," you say, and your voice wavers. His expression softens. "If you'd tried, I might've stayed. I might've forgiven you. But you just watched. You never asked me where I was for that week. No, you were busy revelling in your success and hiring other agents."

"We needed another agent, anyways."

"You should've checked on the one you had!" Your breathing is heavy, and your head hurts from the myriad of emotions swirling around. "I'm not - I'm not doing this right now. Today was meant to be a good day. Goodbye, Lockwood. Don't come see me again."

You start to walk away, but his hand clasps around your wrist. Scowling, you tug it from his grip, looking at him incredulously.

"I'm sorry, (name)," he says. In his defence, he's being genuine, but that doesn't mean that you're having any of it. "I am. About all of it. Please, can we talk it out?"

Thank god for the rain, because it hides the tears in your eyes. "No. I - I'm going home, and you're going to leave me alone. I don't want to see you again."

Lockwood's jaw goes slack. "Please, I'm sorry. I can't lose you."

"The minute you left me alone on that case, you lost me," you say. "I don't care how sorry you are. It does nothing. It doesn't stop me from seeing the moment I almost died every night when I sleep. It doesn't change the fact that I don't trust you anymore."

"(name) -"

"I pray that your new agent, Lucy, 'the Superstar' - that's what you called her on live TV, right? - I pray she doesn't have the same fate. I hope things work out well for you, Lockwood, truly, but that doesn't mean we'll ever be friends again. Now, I'm going home."

"Please don't go." His voice is a little shaky. It's the most emotion you've seen from him other than that fake smile he gives to the press. "Please, I'll do better."

You shake your head. Then, wordlessly, you turn and make your silent, miserable trek home.

[littledemondani]

imagine jason beinn mean to yn in front of eddie, normally he wouldn’t care but it’s the fact he poked fun at yn for liking something nerdy

first of all, i'm so sorry this took me months to get out. fell into a bad depression, got writer's block, haven't been able to get back into the swing of things. not sure how i feel about it, but i love this idea so much i had to get it out.

warnings: fem!reader, jason and reader are in a relationship, cheating, slight angst (tho not entirely sure if it qualifies but whatever) jason is a dickhead, eddie being protective

word count: 1k

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jason approached your at your locker to walk you to your math class. usually, you perk up when you see him, a smile so big it reaches your eyes as you throw your arms around him. but lately you haven't been as excited to see him. the past few days you've had your nose stuck in a book, reading it whenever you had free time. before class, at lunch, after you've finished your classwork, even the times jason has called you to tell you goodnight before bedtime.

he can't say he's particularly surprised at the fact you cut the world out when you read. it's a thing you've always done, even before the two of you took your relationship to the next level. but it is something that he wishes you could put down every once in a while. especially when he's around.

you don't pick your head up at the sound of his 'hey babe. ready to go?' you grab your backpack off of the ground, sling it over your shoulder, and walk off.

jason mumbles an, 'okay then' and speeds up a little to catch up with you. the silence is awkward, something jason isn't used to, and it makes him uneasy, his patience literally teetering on the edge.

"what are you reading?" he asks, hoping it engages some reaction out of you.

"the fellowship of the ring," you respond, eyes never leaving the page.

he has no idea what you're talking about. even though you've explained to him before, multiple times actually, that the lord of the rings series is your absolute favorite and you can reread it over and over without ever getting bored.

"is that some romance novel or something?" he inquires.

that causes you to slam the book closed, turning your head to look up at him with furrowed brows.

"what?" he scoffs, genuinely confused by your reaction.

"you're really asking me that?" you deadpan. "i've told you before the lord of the rings is a fantasy novel. god, do you even listen to me when i talk about the things i like?"

jason is taken aback by your sudden change in attitude. though the slight concern he felt doesn't last very long and is replaced by anger and a need to lash out back at you to save his ego.

"i would if the stuff you were into wasn't so fucking weird," he counters, glaring at you in an attempt to make you seem small.

it works.

your resolve crumbles down. despite knowing deep down that jason felt this exact way, you never expected it to hurt as much as it does to hear him say it out loud. your eyes well with unshed tears, chest tightening and feeling as if it's closing in on itself, breaths growing a little heavier. your mind is blank, unable to come up with a response to give him.

"do you have any idea the type of crap the guys give me because of you?" he shouts, not caring that you're both in the middle of the hallway with a bunch of students scrambling to get to class on time. "they wonder what i'm even doing dating a girl like you. call you a freak. it's fucking embarrassing."

the tears stream down your face, staining your skin with black from your mascara. you can't even bother to look at him anymore, glancing down at your scuffed up converse.

a million emotions are hitting you all at once - anger, sadness, shame, disappointment are all at the forefront. you sniffle, rubbing the tears away with the wrist of your jacket.

"sorry," you say softly. "i'm sorry you can-."

"hey!" a voice from behind jason shouts. "i always knew you were a piece of shit, but picking on your girlfriend is a new low, carver. even for you."

eddie stares daggers at jason. he knows firsthand how cruel jason can be, having been on the receiving end of his bullying more times than he can count on both hands, but never did he think jason would turn that hatred onto you.

and he wasn't going to just stand by and let that happen.

"stay the fuck out of it, munson," jason warns through gritted teeth. "this doesn't concern you."

"see, that's where you're wrong," eddie counters, moving to step in between you and jason. "it absolutely does concern me. you think i'm gonna let you get away with treating her like that? what, because she has different interests than you? get the fuck over yourself."

"eddie," you plead, pulling on his jacket sleeve in order to get his attention. "it's okay, really, just drop it. please?"

curious eyes watch the situation unfolding before them, but neither of you seem to care or notice.

"i'm not gonna tell you again," jason seethes, stepping closer to eddie as he does so. "fuck off."

"or else what?" eddie smirks. "whatcha gonna do, carver? hit me?"

the final bell rings and that seems to snap jason back to the present. he scoffs a little, adjusting the strap of his backpack on his shoulders. "nah," he responds, shaking his head. "you're not fucking worth it."

he walks off in the opposite direction of your class to head to his own, not so much as saying a word to you or even acknowledging your presence.

you let go of a shaky breath, swallowing the lump that had formed in your throat.

"you okay?" eddie asks, making sure jason was completely gone before brushing his thumb along your cheek tenderly.

"you didn't have to do that," you say.

"'course i did," he replies, giving you a soft smile. "no one talks to my girl that way."

butterflies erupt in your stomach and you can't help but chuckle. "yeah, well, thanks."

"anytime," eddie winks at you.

he holds his arm out for you to grab hold of, which you happily do, and walks you the rest of the way to your class.

"i really thought you were gonna hit him," you say, glancing a look at his face.

"shit, i almost did," he confesses. "how awesome would that have been?"

"okay calm down," you giggle, waiting for him as he opens the classroom door for you.

"what? it would've been!"

[chrisbangsbf]

Chan/Felix

Mature | 755 words

Tags and Warnings: au, new vampire chan, domestic bfs, teething, dog toys, teasing about pet play

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“I thought you hated those,” Felix teases, leaning against the door frame. He's grinning, hands in his pockets. The bastard. 

Right before he’d arrived home, Chris had been gnawing on a particularly squeaky toy, lounging on the couch. But as soon as he heard Felix's soft steps come down the hallway, he stuffed the toy between the couch cushions and pulled a throw blanket over him to try and mask some of the humiliation he felt. He'd greeted Felix with a smile– asked him about his day at work, offered to order him some dinner while he washed up. But as soon as he heard the bathroom door shut, he'd been right back to cautiously pinching the toy between his teeth to relieve the pressure in his gums.

He feels silly now, as he somehow managed to get distracted enough by the sensation that he didn't hear Felix approaching.

Although embarrassed, ears red and cheeks dusted pink, it helps relieve his nerves to see the absolute fondness spread across Felix’s face. 

Chris huffs and spits the toy out, holding it up to examine the array of teeth marks on it. “They actually help," he admits begrudgingly, sniffing at the toy and scrunching his nose. He should probably brush his teeth. Blood breath doesn't smell pleasant, even to him.

“Well, I'm glad they do," Felix walks over and runs his fingers back through Chris’ hair– it's dry and fried, but the conditioner he bought recently has been doing some serious work, "'cause it's actually pretty cute." Felix's fingers get stuck on a small knot, and Chris hums contentedly, leaning into the touch and letting his eyes flutter closed. Having Felix close to him is like a balm, soothing over his brain in such a comforting way.

“I do prefer the ones that don’t make noise, though." He gives the toy a squeeze. "These kinda make me feel like a dog.”

Felix grins and kisses the top of Chris’ head, scratching behind one of his ears. “You mean you don't wanna be my puppy? How sad."

Chris whines and cranes his head back, staring up into Felix's dark eyes. He still has makeup on, smudged from the day and still beautiful. "At least I'm not chewing on your fingers, right?" He pouts, tilting his head in a way that's certainly not doglike.

Felix can't help but to bend down and kiss him. Even has the audacity to chuckle into Chris' mouth. "Not like I'd complain if you were."

"I'll keep that in mind," Chris whispers, nipping at Felix's bottom lip with a soft chuckle. Felix swats him half heartedly as he pulls away.

He swings himself across the corner and picks something up in a little bag. "Speaking of, by the way–" Chris perks up, scooting over so Felix can join him on the couch. "–since you're basically teething–"

"–I'm not a toddler!"

"Since you're basically teething," Felix repeats, amusement in his voice as he places the bag on Chris' lap, "I figured something like this might work a little better."

Opening the bag, Chris' eyes go wide. It's another dog toy, but this one appears to be made out of... rope? Or something similar in material, at least.

"It's a fucking tug of war toy," Chris says, mildly exasperated but not at all upset. He's actually sort of ecstatic about it, especially now that he's really feeling how rough the texture is. He's almost starting to drool just thinking about how satisfying it'll feel against his itching gums.

"Bought it on the way home," Felix says, smiling happily. Always glad to be helpful, always trying to make Chris' life, or afterlife, better. "Try it," he encourages. And Chris certainly can't deny him.

Chris turns the toy in his hand and tentatively nips at the edge of it. His fangs poke into the material slightly, but at least this one can’t deflate (which is good, since he's popped at least three of the plastic ones in the past few weeks). After a few experimental chomps, he takes it between his cheek and teeth and chews, audibly moaning as the scratchy surface scrapes his gums. He can't even help it, it truly feels that good. A relief he hasn't had in days.

"I love it," Chris mumbles around the fabric, reaching out to pull Felix closer. Melting into his embrace.

Felix giggles, moving a hand up to scratch gently at Chris’ scalp again. He leans in close, lips brushing the shell of his ear, and whispers, “Good boy."

[wake-me-up-inside-imagines]

Ok! May I request J, Rose and Hu with a reader who’s very sensitive/gets emotional very easily? For example, whenever people are fighting they can’t help but get overwhelmed and start crying (even if they’re not the one being yelled at).

Sure! I hope you enjoy! We need more drt women x reader content on this site

J, Rose and Hu with a sensitive/emotional reader

Warnings: none

Gn! reader

-J's the queen of being blunt so she definitely needs to learn how to curb her tongue when your around

-She's never rude to you, she cares about you too much to hurt you like that, but she sometimes forgets that her comments upset you even when aimed at others

-She makes more of an effort to get along with her classmates both around you and when your not there (except Arturo because she has every reason to hate him) and she also tries to keep her negative comments to herself

-J isn't perfect so sometimes an antagonistic comment slips out, but when it does she's quick to backtrack and she'll apologize to you privately (she's not gonna apologize to the other person though, she meant what she said and she's nothing if not honest)

-If she gets into a fight in your presence, she's quick to either end the fight by walking away with a biting remark or get you out of the room until it's over

-If (when) you start crying because of the fight, she'll apologize and hold you until you feel better. She's not great at using words to comfort so she opts for physical support instead

-God forbid one of her classmates (or anyone really) yells at you, their as good as dead. She's ripping them to shreds right then and there before leading you away to comfort you

-If you've seen something sad or upsetting, whether it be through the news the internet, or something in your personal life, she tries to distract you from whatever it is until you've completely forgotten about it (she also turns the tv/device off if that was the cause)

-She's pretty good at figuring out when you upset so you never have to wait long for comfort

-Luckily for you, Rose isn't big on confrontation so you don't have to really worry about her starting or involving herself in any fights

-She also just doesn't talk a ton in general, like she speaks when spoken to and she'll speak up if something's on her mind but most of the time she prefers to listen and observe instead of engage

-She is kinda blunt, but unlike J she doesn't make unnecessary comments, and most of the time he more "rude" comments aren't meant as an insult so it's less of an issue to others

-If she does piss someone off however (probably Ace), she's very good about diffusing the situation. She apologizes to them and tells them she meant nothing by it in a calm, collected manner and that's usually all it takes to end the conflict

-Because of this, there's rarely a time when you become upset by her words

-But if she somehow does get into a genuine fight her first reaction is to get you and herself out of there as soon as possible. She then assures you she didn't mean for that to happen, specially around you, and ya'll lie down and cuddle until she falls asleep or you feel better (99% of the time she falls asleep)

-She's naturally really laid back and calm, so it's pretty easy to calm down with her presence alone

-This is just a little headcannon of mine, but I think she likes giving/receiving forehead kisses so she'll kiss your head if you're particularly upset

-Despite her dislike of arguments, she'll definitely call someone out for being an ass if they're yelling at you or being mean in general. She also leads you away from any arguments between other classmates or any upsetting media without even waiting to see if you're visibly upset, she just knows

-She's very perceptive so she can pick up on your nervous tells easily, which makes it easier for her to escort you away from upsetting scenes

-Hu my absolute beloved

-Like Rose, she doesn't like getting into conflict but unlike Rose she has very strong opinions and if she needs to correct someone's behavior, she has no problem doing so

-It's less of an argument and more of Hu scolding someone for whatever it is that they did, but it can escalate to one if she's scolding someone who's more aggressive/defensive. Although most people respect her enough that they won't argue with her because they know they messed up if she's berating them

-She'll try to be nicer when she's being stern in front of you, but if you're still upset afterwards she'll apologize to you immediately afterwards

-Hu's incredibly good at comforting, anything that helps you she'll do. You want cuddles? She's already in the bed with blankets and her arms outstretched. You want food and/or a comfort drink? She's making it right now! You want to watch a movie to distract yourself? She has a huge pile of movie dvds and 15 different streaming services pulled up, just pick what you want to watch and she'll put it on

-She'll even sing/hum for you if you would like, and she's always got her zither on her if you would like to hear her play

-Hu rarely gets genuinely angry, but the second someone comes after you she's yelling at them, as she should

-Like the others, she’ll try to help you avoid upsetting content or hostile public environments, but if you happen to see/be in that environment, she’s very comforting to be around in the moment

Sorry this took me forever to finish, I’ve been pretty busy recently. I hope you enjoyed!

[mistressoftherant-blog]

The 2012 Boys and Mikey

I have seen so many posts and fics claiming that most of the '12 boys are abusive towards Mikey, as well as saying that 12 Mikey would be treated so much better by the Rise boys, and I just wanted to take a minute to explain why I don't really agree with this take, why I think it is painting the other 12 boys in a particularly unfair light, and why I can't really see the Rise Donnie treating 12 Mikey in a different way than 12 Donnie.

Firstly, and an argument that probably everyone has heard before, is that whenever Mikey is slapped or is made fun of, this is a normal things for siblings. And I 100% agree with this. I myself only have an older sister, so I can't quite say that I know what having brothers is like, but from my own experiences (and what I've seen/heard from family members and friends), most siblings, especially brothers, will be at each ohers throats both physically and verbally one minute, and the next will be laughing and joking together. Because you know your sibling doesn't really mean it, and most of the time you're giving as good as you get. Which brings me on to my next point, which is that Mikey absolutely gives back as much crap as he gets.

Throughout the series, Mikey is consistently shown to be a stereotypical, annoying little brother. He will constantly poke and prod at his brothers, despite being well aware of their tempers and how they will respond to his taunting (he does this to both Raph and Donnie's tempers, and also messes with them when they are stressed out/scared). He is also very willing to insult his brothers, as they do to him. He's not some innocent baby getting assaulted whenever the mood strikes his siblings, he instigates all the time.

Another thing that irks me is when fanfics portray 12 Donnie as being a worse brother than Rise Donnie for not wanting his Mikey in his lab. This is completely unjustified seeing as both Mikey's are pretty different characters who react to things differently, which in turn influences how their Donnie's treat them. Rise Mikey seems to come across as more mature in many ways than his counterpart. Sure, he still likes to fool around, and he can still be clumsy, but for the most part he seems to be (for lack of a better word) a bit more respectful towards his brothers' boundaries. 12 Mikey, on the other hand, is often shown to be messing around in Donnie's lab/with dangerous things, causing a bunch of accidents and endangering others numerous times. Of course 12 Donnie wouldn't want him anywhere near his lab, Mikey could get hurt, could get someone else hurt, or could destroy a bunch of research/equipment which would mean wasting a bunch of Donnie's time/effort, as well as a need to replace items which are already hard to come by when you are a mutant living in a literal sewer.

I also believe that Rise Donnie would refuse to let 12 Mikey anywhere near his lab after seeing the carnage he regularly causes. No little brother from an alternative dimension privilege would stop Rise Donnie's homicidal tendencies one his lab gets blown up for the nth time after 12 Mikey touches something he was warned to stay away from. His own brothers barely get a pass. Also, the Rise brothers are also shown to hit each other when someone is being too annoying etc (of the top of my head, I know Raph smacks Donnie with a sandal during The clothes don't make the turtle)

This is in no way me bashing 12 Mikey, he doesn't set out to hurt anyone most of the time (again, he does set out to rile his brothers up a lot though), but I'm rather frustrated with people acting like he gets treated absolutely awfully in the show, when half the time he doesn't even get held accountable for his own actions (his negligence mutated ice cream kitty, he gets a cool pet out of it. His actions almost get Donnie's mind destroyed, he somehow manages to create the cure and faces basically no punishment for it. Other characters are punished in similar scenarios, for example, Raph loses Spike due to his mistake with the mutagen, and also almost gets himself and his brothers killed, even when Slash becomes good, it still isn't the same.) It's also unfair to act as if Raph and Donnie are abusive. Sure, they aren't always perfect, and they could probably stand to shout at him and slap him less, bit I think their reactions are mostly justified, and again, fairly standard when it comes to siblings.

12 Splinter also seems to get on Raph and Donnie's cases more for teasing/taunting their brothers, whereas I can't really recall Mikey being told of for doing the same thing (please let me know if I am wrong on that), though that is a whole different kettle of fish, looking at how Splinter definitely favours Leo, and to an extent Mikey, over Donnie and Raph.

[o-kaythislooksbad]

ailesswhumptober day 20: enemy/stranger to caretaker / accidental de-aging / "i'm absolutely not qualified for this shit"

chapter 6 / 7 of you fall and you crawl and you break | not rated, chose not to warn

of all the places to hide in the forest, the edge of a river littered with pebbles would not have been rick's first choice. the tall thicket of trees provides decent aerial coverage, and hulk's green enough to blend in, even if rick's not. he's a puny human, barely on anyone's radars unless he's screwed something up in a particularly bad way, which, to the best of his knowledge, wasn't what happened back at the strip mall. but this is where the hulk's stopped, and rick's not gonna fight him on this, not when they're miles away from the disaster anyway.

"hulk hurts," he says, falling to the ground. "you… friend? friend help hulk?"

rick stares in disbelief. in all his years of knowing the hulk, of knowing bruce and doctor banner as well, there's always been a common denominator: their ability to effectively communicate, even if no one else bothered to listen or could understand them. the hulk sitting cross-legged in front of rick, looking at him with wide green eyes, couldn't be further from his usual appearance.

"uhh…" he finds himself almost at a loss for words. "yeah, hulk. i'm your friend. we're friends."

the hulk claps, big, clumsy motions that sends ripples across the river and pine needles swirling around them. "happy. thank you."

"no need to thank me just yet, big guy. i haven't done anything yet; i don't even know what's hurting you. and you might wanna ease up on the clapping, okay?"

hulk frowns, and it shouldn't be possible, but he fucking looks like he's pouting and giving rick puppy dog eyes. "okay. hulk stop." he holds out his hands, pointing to his knees. "hurts."

hulk's knees are undoubtedly scraped, but that's par for the course after helping survivors leave a burning building, getting shot at by the oh-so-helpful local sheriffs as a result, then running and leaping across state lines. his reactions, however, are far from what rick's used to. the guy's got a healing factor, for god's sake, but rick doesn't need banner's intellect to know that pointing it out is pointless. 

"yeah, you got knocked about quite a bit back there. but you're all better now!" he rushes to say as hulk's lower lip trembles. "you're big and strong, hulk, and you're going to be just fine."

hulk shakes his head, then takes a good, long look at himself. "big?"

"how's that even a question," rick mumbles, pacing in circles for a few frantic moments before the light-bulb goes off in his brain. "hulk?" he asks, turning to face him. "can you show me how big you are?" rick holds up his own hand, watching with dread as hulk mirrors him, then lowers his thumb and his pinky.

three. old enough, at least, to know that he's three, which isn't much of a relief. rick resumes his pacing and starts replaying the past few hours in his mind, looking for anything which might have caused the hulk to think he's a child, but there's nothing out of the ordinary. nothing unusual, not for them, about trying to do research and reconnaissance, bruce becoming hulk out of necessity, then being chased out of town while everyone yelled about how monstrous and unwanted he was…

"oh, i'm absolutely not qualified for this shit," rick mutters. this is something for a doctor, like samson - but not samson, because the last time he claimed he was helping, bruce wasn't even bruce for months at a time. "i can barely take care of myself. how am i supposed to deal with this?"

he turns around to find hulk sitting exactly as he was before rick freaked out for ten minutes, according to his watch. okay, so at least he doesn't have to worry about the guy running off, but there's still a million other issues. how long is he gonna stay big and green? is it better or worse if banner returns with the mind of a toddler? what if banner's body reverts as well? how are they meant to shelter in place or make a plan to seek safety? rick had been following banner's lead, and hulk usually has the subconscious knowledge of where they're meant to be, but hulk's usually not three years old. he's also not usually humming and staring at the sky.

"that's a nice song," rick says, trying to gauge hulk's conversational skills. 

hulk hums in agreement. "star," he replies. "where star?"

rick patiently explains that it's still the afternoon and that the stars won't be out until nightfall. he neglects to mention that he hopes hulk will be back to normal by then, not wanting to put a damper on hulk's joy about seeing the stars, but it turns out mentioning the moon has the same effect.

"hulk no like moon," he declares. "moon hurt hulk."

"the moon… did what to you?"

"hit hulk." he swings an arm out to demonstrate. 

rick sighs. unless hulk is referring to a time he went into space and didn't tell rick, cloak or moon knight are the likely culprits, which means the star hulk is hoping to see is another vigilante and not a literal star. 

"that wasn't very nice," rick says instead of voicing his frustration at waiting for an impossibility.

hulk nods in agreement. "moon not nice." he stares at rick, then proclaims, "friend nice."

"you're not so bad, yourself."

"bad?" hulk's voice booms, finally closer to the deep tone rick is used to, but it's not as relieving as he expected.

"crap. no, hulk, you're not bad. you're good and nice and…" rick trails off, unsure of what other words could possibly describe hulk without setting him off. 

"hulk friend?"

"yes, hulk is a friend." christ, this is exhausting. "how about we play the quiet game for a while, okay? we both stay very, very quiet, for as long as we can." rick raises his index finger to his lips, shushing himself, and melts a little bit as hulk mirrors him. 

the game buys him some time to quiet his mind and think. all they've got is the clothes on their backs - or in hulk's case, the pants on his ass - and rick's watch, which is so old-school all it can do is tell them the time. they've got no compass, no means of communication, nothing to test or clean the river water to keep them hydrated. 

"rick?" bruce's question pulls him away from his thoughts. "we okay?"

turns out, the quiet game was beneficial to the system as well, letting them gradually switch. bruce's voice is weak; it usually is, after such a long period 'inside,' but it doesn't answer rick's questions.

"hey, big guy. we're okay. a bit lost in wherever the hell we are, but each in one piece."

"i'd call that a win." bruce grins. "cheer up, rick. we'll be outta here in no time."

rick nods but doesn't say anything as bruce leads the way, humming twinkle, twinkle little star under his breath.

[melodic-haze]

heyy, may i request some natasha content? she's so underrated i swear 😩😩

☆ — SONG TITLE: Acts of service

☆ — PAIRINGS: Natasha x Reader

☆ — TYPE: Fluff, SFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: None

☆ — NOTES: No NSFW for this one cuz I've been doing a lotta that 🫶 hope you don't mind!!! Also idk what colour to give her :(

☆ — WORD COUNT: 1,609 words

Visiting Natasha became something of a routine for you. Despite everything that you did in the day, you never failed to visit the doctor—it was usually during the afternoon, around the time you had lunch, because then you asked her to have a bite with her every time, to which she always agreed to.

Half of the reason why was because you had wanted to spend time with Wildfire's true leader as.. well, not Wildfire's leader. You wanted to get to know Natasha, nobody else, at first.. but then it went from getting to know her to having each other's presence become something of a constant in both your lives, and then to something even more.

The other half of the reason, though, was because you were concerned.

She was the Underworld's best doctor, so naturally everyone relied on her. While she did have a massively good reputation, unfortunately that came at the cost of a decrease in the time for her to relax.

Such a thing was evident to see when it was moments like these—you had just stepped into her clinic and already you are witnessing the blue-gray-haired woman rush back and forth, patient to patient. After all, you had waited for.. what was essentially an hour before you decided to just stop waiting and to go to her yourself to see what was happening.

You had to take your time in actually approaching her, worried that you might somehow disturb her flow, and only actually decide to try to gain her attention when she seems to have slowed down.

Gently placing a hand on her shoulder, you softly called out to her, "Natasha?"

You hear her sigh the slightest bit, tired and weary, but when she turns her head and sees you she pushes herself upright on her desk as if startled. She quickly downplays her surprise with a laugh, however, "Oh! Dear, you gave me a quite a shock. What are you here for? Are you sick?"

"No, no," you shook your head, "I'm not on death's door or anything like that. Seems like you've got your hands full of the people that are, though."

She let out a small yet exhausted laugh, the lines on her eyes particularly evident today, "I suppose I am, aren't I? ..Though not to be hasty, and I do love to see you and your face, but if you aren't here to get treated, then is there another reason why you're here?"

The clinic was so particularly hectic today that she forgot.

"..Nat."

"Yes?"

"We were supposed to meet up a bit more than an hour ago."

You see her take her phone out of her pocket to check the time and--

"Oh."

Her eyes widen at the realisation before darting back to you with furrowed brows, "I hadn't realised... Were you waiting this whole time?"

You shrugged with a sheepish grin, "I didn't really want to leave in case you were just late. I see that you're really busy, though."

You see her sigh out and look at you apologetically, "Dear, you should've called me. I didn't mean to lose track--"

"Hey, no, I'm not mad or anything, don't worry about it." You reach for her hands to hold them tenderly as you got a little closer to her, "I can see that you're absolutely swamped with work, I get it. I wouldn't have signed myself up for dating you if I didn't accept it."

"Be that as it may, this is practically routine for the both of us."

"Yeah, but this is still your job." You gave her a light shrug and a reassuring smile, "Don't worry about it, yeah? We can just postphone it for when you go off the clock."

She huffs out gently with a small shake of her head, "A doctor never fully gets off the clock."

"Even when the Stellaron's gone?"

"Mhm. Not only that, but some of the others have caught an illness so we're short-staffed and I've been scrambling left and right. I'm afraid I had no time to think about anything else... Or, well," she draws a hand back from your grasp to cup your cheek with such a soft, affectionate look, "until you came along. Now I feel like I can't seem to think of--"

"Natasha?" The both of you turn to look at the nurse calling out to your lover, her touch on you breaking away at the disturbance, "Sorry to disturb you but, um, we need you here."

Natasha fully lets go of you now, easily getting herself back into work mode, "He's woken up?" And when the nurse nods, she answers swiftly, "Alright. I'll be there in a second."

Then she turns back to you, work mode off for a brief moment. While her affectionate look is still there, you could easily see how much today's exhaustion's getting to her, "I'm sorry that I'll have to leave you like this. I don't think I really have time to spare so.. I'll meet you when I'm done?"

"Mm." You briefly go to squeeze her hand and press a quick peck on her cheek, "Good luck with work, yeah? I'll be waiting."

She nods, and then she turns to make a beeline over to the waiting patient, leaving you alone in the middle of the clinic. You supposed that you should probably go so you make your way over to the door...

But when you put a hand on the doorknob, suddenly you're hit with a revelation.

You rush back over to her (the desk she owns, specifically) and wait for until she's finished with her current charge. It takes a while, but eventually she turns to walk over to said desk, to which she sees you and makes a confused yet amused expression, "I don't believe I'm off the clock yet, darling. Anything you need?"

"No, actually." You shook your head at her, "On the contrary, I think I have a little solution to your problem."

She crossed her arms as she hummed in curiosity, "Hmm? And whatever may that be?"

"I can help. Like, as some sort of assistant."

"..Go on."

"I know I'm not necessarily trained to be a doctor like you, or a nurse, or anyone in the professional health field, but I can do the other stuff like book-keeping and supply pick-ups. And maybe fetching stuff for you," you shrugged, "but I can't promise that I'll know what they look like."

You had expected her to accept the help—you have to use whatever resource you have in the Underworld, even when the passage between here and the overworld has been opened up. However, instead you see her shaking her head with slightly furrowed brows, "I'm afraid I can't let you do that."

"Why not?"

"I can't ask that of you. I wouldn't want you to sacrifice your day to help me with my job..." She looks to the side, pensive, "And I'm afraid I can't pay you either; I don't want to monopolise you just because we share a close bond.

You waved off her concerns, "Don't worry about that. One, I already get paid by spending time with you. And two, you're not monopolising anything—I'm offering to help. So let me?"

She looks at you, looks back towards the patients behind her, and then looks back at you again, her face showing clear contemplation. She's silent for a while and the lack of an answer plays with your nerves, but she eventually gives you a small, teasing smile, "It will probably take up the entire rest of your day. Are you sure you can hold out for that long here?"

"Ah, but you underestimate me—I can do anything when you're with me."

She laughs, and it's the most beautiful sight you've ever witnessed, "We'll have to see, won't we?"

You both get straight into work after that; Natasha tends to the patients with the other nurses as you dutifully do exactly as you said, taking care of most of the documentations and fetching the needed supplies for her and everyone else (without touching the chemicals in case you mess something up, of course). The amount of work was, quite frankly, insane for such a small clinic but you supposed that all places had their busiest days, medical locations included.

It was tough, and it sure as hell was exhausting, but eventually you pulled through the day and finally you were off the clock. You left a little earlier per your girlfriend's request, waiting outside for her to come out instead. And once she walks out the door, you two walk back home in companiable silence.

It's only when you reach your house when she speaks up, guilt tinging her tone, "I'm sorry we didn't end up having lunch as per usual, dear."

"I told you so many times, Nat, I seriously don't mind. I wanted to help!"

"Not that I'm ungrateful, and I know you offered, but are you sure you were okay to help? Treating people and helping them recover is something I love to do, but you could have done something else."

"I could have," you paused in your steps, opting Natasha go do the same. "But I wanna spend more time with you. Plus, hospital intern dates aren't exactly the worst dates ever."

She laughs again, and you can't get enough of it, "I suppose it isn't. Now come," she nudges her head towards your house's direction, "I'll make up for the whole of today, starting with a delightful meal. Care to join me, Y/N?"

Yes. Yes, you'd very much like to.

[prismatica-the-strange]

Absolute Corruption | A Bittersweet Reunion | Nothing More, Nothing Less

Warnings: 18+, Show Typical Violence, Soft smut, Unprotected Sex, smut sandwiched between story, Mentions of suicide and attempted suicide, Mental/Emotional abuse, Anxiety attack.

The idea of normal is gone, but things get more familiar between Ada and Hector.

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Word Count: 2.7k

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"It's not fair to you... Hector."

"I'm here."

"I'm dying."

The way she's looking at him, she's serious. His world comes crashing down for the millionth time. He just got her back, she can't die now.

He pulls away from her and she presses the heels of her hands against her eyes.

"I'm sorry."

Sorry?

She's dying and she's sorry?

No.

He takes her wrists, pulls her hands from her face, and kisses her for the first time in what feels like an eternity.

He doesn't know how or why, but he's been given a second chance to say goodbye, and he damn well won't waste whatever time they have left pitying himself.

She doesn't want to, but she melts against his lips, hands moving to hold his face, fingers trembling as she pulls him closer.

He's startled away when a man loudly walks in, reminding them both they aren't alone.

Her hands fall to his chest and shoulder, watching the newcomer cautiously. She listens closely but doesn't understand most of what's being said.

Something about one of the dancers, but the specifics escape her.

Her body tenses when Akane stabs his eye out, killing him.

With Sakura's storyline to Snow Lake being their only way out, Maeve offers to help them.

Ada's not particularly thrilled at the idea. She's not as good at defending herself as she once was, and she doesn't like the thought of depending on Hector. Not that she doesn't think he's capable of protecting her, but she doesn't want him to be distracted by it.

Hector pulls Maeve aside before he goes to change into his, now clean clothes.

"Maeve-"

She doesn't give him the chance to start, "I know what you're going to say... And it's okay."

"Is it?"

"Yes," She gently takes his chin in her hand, eyes soft, "Because it isn't a lie."

He gives her a small, but appreciative smile.

Ada tries to hide the grin creeping onto her face when he sits beside her, she's missed this, the casual closeness.

He's back in his signature leather jacket with all the usual bells and whistles and she looks almost sinfully innocent in her pale pink kimono next to him.

"You always end up in pink," He comments.

"Well, I'm too pale for yellow now. It clashes with my skin tone."

"Yellow?"

"My favorite color."

He didn't know that, but he should have surmised as much from her habit of picking dandelions and black-eyed susan's whenever they had downtime back in Westworld. Or the way she'd gotten excited when, what had to have been a limited-time quest, took them through a large field of sunflowers.

If they make it out of here alive, he'll have to do something with the information.

He pulls his pistol from the holster and hands it to her, "Can't have my Adeline defenseless."

His Adeline.

She stares at it for a moment, flashes of the last time she held a gun cross her mind.

'Here,' He uncle throws a silver pistol onto the bed next to her, a twin to the one she used in the park, 'Since you're so insistent on ending it. Don't fuck it up this time.'

She takes it from him and almost immediately her breathing picks up.

"I-I-" Her hand shakes so much that she drops it, flinching when it hits the floor, "I'm sorry, I- I can't I- I-I can't."

"Hey," He pulls her head to his chest, petting her hair soothingly, "Shh, it's okay. You're safe with me, Adeline."

She reaches up, hand still shaking as she holds on to the back of his neck.

It takes a few minutes, but holding him grounds her, and lets her find her calm.

"I'm alright," She says, pulling away, but he tilts her chin up, searching her eyes for some kind of explanation.

She almost looks ashamed and it clicks for him, the one person that would ever make her this scared, "Your uncle."

"Some uh, stuff happened."

"He hurt you," He insists, "He put his hands on you?"

"No, he..." She swallows hard, "I've been in a uh... bad way for a while now."

He cocks his head to the side, listening intently and she continues.

"I-... I tried to... I did something stupid," She says, "I was emotionally catatonic after. And Henry he... He..."

"What did he do?" His voice is low, trying desperately to show her the tenderness she needs, but he feels rage burn inside him, murder finding its way to his eyes.

"He," She sighs, trying not to start crying again, "He told me not to fuck it up this time."

"But apparently he's never met Adeline 'fuck up' Rooney, because," She moves aside some hair she kept purposely down, "I missed."

He slowly raises his hand, knuckles grazing the scar she just revealed to him.

"I'll kill him," He growls, "I'll make it slow and agonizing. He deserves to burn for-"

"Someone already beat you to it," She takes his hand in hers, "I think I counted six? Seven? shots to the chest? I dunno, it was kind of hard to tell."

He isn't sure if she should tell her he's sorry or not until she laughs.

"I'm just sorry I missed out on the fun," She shrugs, but he sees her eyes redden, "I'm glad the bastard finally got what was coming to him."

"Adeline," A loving kiss on her forehead.

"Nope," She pulls away, jaw clenched, "I am not letting myself cry over that fucker. He deserved worse."

It's quiet for a few minutes, and he twirls a piece of her hair between his fingers, looking at her with those warm brown eyes, "Is there anyway I could take away your pain?"

Her hand cups his cheek, reluctant to say what she's about to, but the implication in his voice is enough for her, "Against my better judgement, there might be."

She leans forward, pressing her lips to his, hand sliding down to hold the back of his neck.

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He finds her hips and pulls her onto his lap, mouth opening to let her tongue in.

He'd missed her.

"I missed you," She breathes, pulling herself closer, her fingers tangling in his hair.

He loses himself in her taste and feel, hands roughly tugging at the fabric of her kimono, needing it off.

She lets out a pained noise at a particularly hard yank that jostled her shoulder and he freezes.

"Gentle, baby," She groans, rolling her shoulder, "'m not as durable as I used to be."

He's hesitant to hold her again, the last thing he wants to do is cause her more pain than she's already in. But his eyes flutter shut and his hands grip her hips when she leans down to kiss at his neck.

He helps her undo the ties of her clothes and gently pushes the fabric from her frame. She breathes a sigh of relief when she reaches back and unclips her black lace bra, letting it fall between them. If she'd known she'd be wearing it for days on end, she would have picked something without an underwire.

Her breath catches when his thumbs rub soothingly against the angry red indents in her scarred skin.

She looks up to meet his worried eyes, dreading the question he's about to ask, but it doesn't come.

His hands glide down to hold her thighs, carefully adjusting her so he can lie her back.

She reaches for his face as she leans back, pulling him into another kiss.

He kisses from her lips, down every scar on her torso, to the elastic band of her underwear before kissing back up to her neck, sucking on her pulse as his thumbs hook her panties, teasing them down.

His fingers are careful as they circle her clit, making her breath stutter.

He grins against her skin when her hands latch back in his hair, trying to pull him back up to her lips.

An almost pornographic moan rises from her throat when his fingers dip down into her heat.

"Hector," She gasps, he's barely touched her, fingers slowly pumping in and out of her sex, and she's already so close.

Satisfied with the darkening bruise left on her neck and the sudden heaving of her chest he pulls away.

"No," She whines, grabbing at his jacket as he tries to unbutton it.

"No need to be so impatient, cariño," He chuckles, "I'll take good care of you."

His eyes go wide when she grips his lapel and pulls him down on to her.

He keeps working on the buttons of both his jacket and his shirt half distracted by the feel of her hungry mouth.

Her hands are on his chest before he can get either off, fingers pushing beneath the fabric and feeling the not fully healed remnants of his fire fight in the Mesa.

Another moan at the feel of his skin that drives him crazy, if she's getting off to the simple intimacy of his touch.

He sits up just enough to take them off and start working on his belt.

With more struggle than she'd like to admit, she follows him, not willing to concede any more space between them. He growls when his pants catch when he tries to take them off, her clingy-ness as she leaves wet kisses across his chest and neck is making him absolutely insane.

"Lay back, amor," He murmurs, leaning over her as she does, arms support his weight.

She whimpers when he runs the tip of his cock through her folds, bumping her clit before he starts to press inside her.

He goes slowly, letting her body adjust to him, a breathy 'fuck' leaving his lips.

Her mouth falls open. The stretch is almost too much, but God, does it feel good.

"Hector," She whines, reaching for him. He takes her hands in his, squeezing them as he slides all the way in, "Ha- fuck."

"Are you okay?" He gently brushes her hair from her face.

"Uh-huh," She groans, "Fuck, baby. 'M- feel so full. Need you t'move."

He kisses her forehead as he pulls out, long slow strokes that leave them both gasping for breath.

Sex with Maeve was great, passionate, and rough, but this was different. This was soft, and sensual, and hot, like smoldering embers burning their skin with every touch.

More than chasing pleasure, more than just lust.

"Adeline," His voice is shaking. She looks up at him with big eyes, blue irises swimming with emotion. He leans in, kiss searing against her lips.

Words hang heavy on his tongue.

Adeline, I need you. Adeline, I adore you. Adeline, you are my world, my every thought.

Adeline. Adeline. Adeline...

"Adeline, I love you."

She nearly overflows, tears brimming her eyes and he's afraid he said the wrong thing.

But she smiles, lips trembling, tears falling from her eyes and she pulls him close to kiss him.

"I love you more," She whispers against his lips.

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She's asleep, or damn close to it, leaning against his side. Her Kimono is lazily secured around her again, her arms wrapped around his as he checks over his gun.

"Are you alright, amor?" He asks when she sits up slightly, blinking wearily.

"I thought I heard some-" She ducks, narrowly avoiding the knife that embeds itself in the wall where her head had been.

He pushes her head down against his lap, shooting up through the roof. They hear the sound of someone falling to the ground and he gets up.

He uses one arm to help pull her up behind him and she holds on to the back of his jacket, using him for support as they step outside.

Laying dead on the gravel walkway, is a man completely covered in black fabric.

'Ninja'

Hector wheels around at Musashi's voice, chambering another round. He keeps Ada ushered safely behind him, "Did you have something to do with this?"

Musashi seems shocked at and offended by his actions, but Ada interrupts them.

"H-Hector!"

They both look to see more ninja coming to attack them. The ronin moves to take care of one and Hector is able to push her out of the way before he's knocked on his ass.

Without her crutches she's a sitting duck, clinging to the wall like a scared child.

Being immediately separated from Hector was not the plan, but she makes do.

She manages to pull a ring dagger from one of the bodies, trying to remind herself that she's always been more comfortable with knives.

One of the ninja moves to attack her, but she rolls out of the way, not hesitating to slash at the back of his ankle when given the chance.

He falls and she swings down, right into his chest with the blade.

Musashi is able to otherwise keep them away from her.

Once Maeve effectively scares them off and the fighting has died down, he sheaths his sword and offers to help her up. He's careful as he helps her inside and lets her take her time.

Hector is less than pleased seeing her on the ronin's arm, seeing her rely on him, if even only temporarily.

The only thing that makes it bearable is the way she lets go when he's only a few steps away. He takes hold of her, placing his hand on her cheek as he looks her over for injuries.

She reaches up, thumb grazing his bloodied lip, frown etched on her face.

It makes her think back to that first trip, watching Armistice kill him. Then the next, the one after that, and so on. No matter how hard she tried to change things, their loop always ended the same.

With her holding his lifeless body in her arms.

She looks like like she's going to be sick, and he adjusts his hold on her hip, pulling her closer.

"Adeline?" She seems to somehow pale further and he's worried she might faint, "Amor?"

Her eyes slowly raise to meet his, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Her voice is hoarse.

The sound of Akane crying out about the Shogun's men taking Sakura is drowned out by his worry for her when her arms wrap around him and she lays her head on his shoulder.

He wraps her tightly in his arms, chin resting on the top of her head.

"This is insane," Lee says, sounding completely baffled, "Ninjas never show up in this story."

Maeve shoots down Akane's plan to stay and fight. The way he kisses her worries her. He pulls her in and holds her like he'll never get the chance again. A goodbye.

"Go with them," He pets the back of her hair, forehead pressed to hers, "They'll keep you safe."

She frowns, shrugging Lee off her when he tries to pull her away, "I think the fuck not."

"Adeline," He says firmly, gripping her shoulders, "It's not safe for you to stay here."

"Hector, look at me!" She grabs his chin, forcing him to look at her, frail, weak, "Nowhere is safe for me. I'd only slow them down."

He's unconvinced.

"At least here I can posture enough to seem convincing. Please," She begs, she feels safest next to him, "Just let me help."

He eyes her warily, the thought of her getting hurt- or worse, killed is almost too much for him.

"No," His arm hooks under under hers, and he drags her toward the back where Maeve and the others get in place to sneak out.

"Hector, stop!" She manages to pull her arm from his grip, losing her balance in the process.

He catches her, his hands squeezing her shoulders, anger rising, "You're going with them."

"No, I'm not-"

"Dammit Adeline, I can't lose you again!" He nearly yells.

Her eyes soften as his hands cup her cheeks, gloved thumbs running against her skin, "Adeline, please."

You'll lose me no matter what happens here.

"I don't want to lose you either," She holds his wrists, forcing a smile to her lips, "And we all know you're helpless without me."

Musashi walks out to the face the Shogun's men, they don't have anymore time to argue about it.

He sighs and pulls out his knife, pressing the handle into her hand and his lips to her forehead.

"Give them Hell."

His eyes meet hers and she gives him a weak smile, "I always do."

[embodyingchaos]

❥ melt your heart | year one, chapter one

pairing: draco malfoy x oc genre: best friends to lovers! slow burn! warnings: draco being a lil bitch, very badly edited word count: 4.2k masterlist: melt your heart next chapter: chapter two

A CROWDED STATION leaves a little girl absolutely faint, having trouble getting through the sea of people to get her luggage onto the train. "hello, miss! need some help with your bags?" a railway porter asks, the girl blinks for a moment, taken aback, but then nods with a bright smile. "yes, please!" she says in a soft tone, handing her things to the man and thanking him in the process before getting onto the train.

julianna candy had to head to the station alone for her grandmother didn't really bother going with her for moral support. she didn't mind though, sure, she was a bit nervous but her excitement outweighed the nerves. passing by compartment after compartment, trying her best to find an empty one, she stumbled upon someone familiar.

as she slid the door open, "draco!" her voice cheery and face beams at the sight of the bright-haired boy. seemingly startled, draco placed his hand on his chest. "merlin's beard, know how to scare the wits out of someone do you, candy?" his comment ignored by julianna while the brunette placed her sling bag on the seat and sat opposite of draco. now, i know you're probably wondering 'they already know each other?! how?!' well, let me give you a flashback!

it was at flourish and blotts when the two met.

"i'm going to go get your books, girl. stay here." her grandmother said, heading towards the long line of parents and guardians trying to get their children's school books. she was particularly eyeing a man with long platinum blonde hair and his wife, her grandmother seemed to dread the potential encounter. julianna heard what she said about staying at the spot she left her at but she just couldn't follow through and so, she headed up the staircase of the shop.

the girl stared at the books uninterested. she didn't like reading much, it took too much effort, which was why she was mostly interested in art-related things like painting or drawing. "looking for something specific?" a young male voice asked her which made the brunette snap her head towards the person. julianna was met with a boy that was probably around her age, with slicked back blonde hair and bold blue-grey eyes. his lips were shaped into a tiny smirk and he oozed of confidence.

julianna starts panicking, not knowing how to answer. "o-oh, uh no... just browsing, sort of." she shyly replies, "i don't actually... like reading." her words shocked the blonde boy, "what?! why? it's an effective way of gaining knowledge." "mm, too bad. can't really gain knowledge from a book, i'm a visual learner. need pictures." she cheekily replied, her lips turning into a wide smile. the boy stared at her for a bit before a tiny smile broke out and he put his hand out. "i'm malfoy. draco malfoy." he introduced himself as though he'd been rehearsing this in front of his bathroom mirror at least twelve times. "julianna candy. i know, weird last name." julianna giggled, "no, not at all. in fact, sounds a bit familiar." he commented, "are you related t-" "draco! come! we have to go obtain your wand!" a woman's voice calls out, stealing draco's attention from julianna's name.

as he walked down the stairs, he stopped midway. "i hope to see you on the train so we can further this discussion." at his words, julianna smiled and nodded, bidding the blonde goodbye. she found it funny that he spoke so formally, but assumed it was the way he was brought up, just like her.

"julianna? where are you?" the sound of her grandmother's voice startles her, making her rush to the lower floor. "i'm here!" she announces, "didn't i tell you to stay here? can't do one thing right." the comment makes julianna look at the ground, feeling poignant. "here, help me carry your books, then we can go get you fitted for your robes." the heavy load of books was dropped onto her tiny hands, but the girl managed, always. "yes, nan." she had no choice.

julianna smiled widely at draco. "wasn't expecting to see you so soon!" she tells the boy who only scoffed. "i was. the train is not that long, you know?" he enunciates every word which makes the girl giggle. "what are you laughing at?" "well, i'd hardly call that laughing but, you're just funny." draco's eyes widen before going back to their regular size, "funny? no one's ever said that to me before." the brunette fiddles with her hands, "oh, uh, i just find how you enunciate amusing. reminds me of my grandmother." "your grandmother?!" this makes julianna burst into real laughter this time, especially at the redness of draco's face.

the two continued to talk, enjoying one another's company. this would be julianna's first friend ever! she hoped it would only get better from here on out. suddenly, draco remembered something. "oh. i just remembered the question i wanted to ask you at the bookshop. are you related to atticus chambers?" he asked, leaning his elbow on the window sill. "i am! he's my great great great grandfather or something. i don't really pay attention to my grandmother when she talks about things like that." the sudden topic change makes her fiddle with her hands once more. "i knew it! i heard my father talking about the candys and chambers at some point. heard your grandmother doesn't like my father very much." draco's words make her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "huh... i wonder why." she mutters quietly before the blonde ultimately changes the subject once more.

julianna realised how talkative draco was. sometimes he would talk about how he gets everything he asks for, or that he's amazing on a broomstick. he seemed a tad bit spoiled and egotistic, but overall, julianna liked him. draco listened to what she had to say about her interests and her views, until it became political.

"hope i don't get sorted into hufflepuff, heard a lot of the muggle-borns were sorted into there." julianna's jaw dropped slightly as she heard his words. "what's wrong with muggle-borns?" she asked, earning a disgusted look from draco. "what do you mean 'what's wrong with muggle-borns'? there's everything wrong with them! they don't belong here, with witches and wizards like us." he speaks so surely of himself that julianna knows this had to have been written into draco's mind by his parents, there was no way he just suddenly thought like this. "okay... but there's muggle-borns in all the houses, so why only hufflepuff." "hm, that house is just filled with boring people. it's just a horrible house." okay, julianna had a high tolerance for arseholes but this was a bit too much for her.

she had thought she'd make a normal friend, not a controversial one with whom she did not agree with on very important and serious topics. "that isn't fair. if you heard this from someone else, how would you know it's the truth if you didn't see it for yourself?" julianna spoke up, "and it isn't really our decision to decide whether someone is fit to be a proper witch or wizard, whether they're muggle-born or not, right?" she calmly tried to reason with him even though on the inside she seethed with anger.

draco rolled his eyes, "hm. didn't take you for a blood traitor, julianna. luckily, i'm willing to look past that because i find you tolerable as a person." julianna couldn't believe her ears! there was no way this was actually happening! "well, even though i really want you to be my friend because you seem like a nice person, i'm not willing to look past your views and i'm leaving." she said, standing up and taking her bag. "fine. be that way." she heard draco's comment as she left the compartment and she huffed, saddened. as quickly as she gained a new friend, she had lost them and made a new enemy. truth be told, she was willing to look past what draco said, thinking it was possible for people to change, but she didn't want her first friend to be someone who was prejudiced against muggle-borns! they literally didn't do anything or even ask to be chosen to become witches and wizards. it was unfair for draco to think that way.

while she was walking down the corridor, she bumped into a person, or actually, two people. "u-uh! sorry!" julianna quickly apologised, "it's fine, love." "no bumps or bruises, no harm done." two similar voices say. julianna looked up and was faced with a pair of red headed twins. "are you alright?" the one on the right asks, "uh, yes!" she turned towards the compartment they were about to go into that had only a boy with dark skin and dreads. ''is this your compartment?" the two nodded, "do you have room for one more?" there was a glimmer of hope in julianna's voice and the twins looked at each other before nodding again. "of course!" "come on in!" the two say back-to-back, she lets out a sigh of relief and thanked them.

walking in, julianna quickly learned the names of the twins and the other boy. fred weasley, george weasley and lee jordan, all third years. "what's your name?" lee asked, "i-i'm julianna candy." julianna cursed herself for stuttering but they barely noticed. "candy?" "that's cute." fred and george commented, "sounds familiar too." lee added, which made the girl think back to her conversation with draco about her ancestry. "yeah, i'm related to this important wizard or something, i don't know." she brushed off the subject which the three found weird but left it alone. the ride from there was then filled with giggles and little stories from all four of them. one of the stories was about how the twins fooled their little brother ron with a spell that could turn his pet rat yellow, it wasn't a real spell obviously. whilst they were talking, a chubby boy with a nervous look on his face came in asking if they'd seen a toad anywhere and explained that he had lost his but they all hadn't.

when they reached hogwarts, the first years were being called to a different route to the castle. "ah, you lot got the easy route." "we have to go by carriages." the redheads groaned in complaint, lee just shook his head. "we'll see you in the great hall." he said, waving goodbye. "have fun with the boats!" "be sure not to rock them too much-" "-or you just might fall out!" julianna rolled her eyes at the teasing and walked towards the rest of the first years. there stood a hairy, large man, who was over 12 feet tall, with a pair of kind eyes. his name was rubeus hagrid, the gamekeeper, keeper of keys and grounds at hogwarts. julianna had seen him in a few photos of her parents when they attended hogwarts. he seemed to know them pretty well. upon reaching the boats, hagrid told everyone to get into groups of four or five.

by the time julianna had wanted to find a boat to share, it had seemed all the boats were filled. she spotted a glimmer of platinum blonde hair but turned away as quickly as she did. "oh, dear. seems we have more new students than last time. never mind that! you can ride with me! i'm sure the boat can handle a bit more weight." hagrid smiled, sensing the dread that filled julianna's stomach when there were no boats left.

riding the boat with hagrid gave her the opportunity to ask him about her parents. "mr. hagrid?" "oh, just hagrid'll be just fine!" he assured, making her feel less tense. "did you know a maurice candy and a ivy purice that went to hogwarts around the early 70s?" at the sound of the two names, hagrid's attention was caught. "why yes, yes i did. why?" julianna grinned, "i'm their daughter, julianna candy." she explained and hagrid's grim expression was turned into a joyful one. "blimey! a candy and i didn't even notice! you look just like your mother too!" hagrid was absolutely elated before his face became sorrow once more, "i'm sorry about your parents, julianna. they were amazing people." "oh, it's alright! i didn't even know them so it's hard to be sad about people i barely spent any time with." she smiled reassuringly, but hagrid knew it was probably just an act. in fact, he was right.

then, she turned around and saw it; the hogwarts castle. all lit up inside as can be seen in the windows and all lit up outside by the numbers of lanterns surrounding it. the castle looked majestic in the night but had a hint of gloom to it. "it's beautiful." julianna whispered to herself, absolutely mesmerised. she looked behind her for a moment and saw draco staring at her before looking away immediately. the confused brunette decided to ignore it and continued looking at hogwarts.

once they got to the school, she was absolutely overwhelmed by the entrance. the design and the atmosphere made her burst with inspiration, giving her the desire to paint. the first years were then told to walk up the staircase until they reached professor mcgonagall. julianna was in the middle of the first year crowd. at some point while walking, the students spotted a woman in a witches hat with long green robes.

"welcome to hogwarts. now, in a few moments, you will pass through these doors and join your classmates but before you can take your seats, you must be sorted into your houses." she started, "they are gryffindor, hufflepuff, ravenclaw and slytherin. now, while you're here, your house will be like your family. your triumphs will earn you points. any rule-breaking and you will lose points. at the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup." "trevor!" professor mcgonagall was interrupted by the same boy from the train that lost his toad. he rushed towards the highest step, grabbing a toad that sat there. mcgonagall gave him a look, "sorry." he muttered, going back to his spot. julianna quietly giggled at the interaction but was happy he had found his pet. "the sorting ceremony will begin momentarily." professor said before leaving and heading towards the gigantic doors before them.

at this, draco seized the opportunity. "it's true then, what they're saying on the train." he spoke and everyone's heads turned towards him. "harry potter has come to hogwarts." his words cause chatter and whisper amongst the first year students. julianna was starting to sweat, wondering what draco's going to do to the boy who lived. she's heard of him, of course, every kid in the wizarding world has, it's brilliant but she had barely any interest in him.

"this is crabbe, and goyle." he introduced the two goons beside him and julianna scowled, confused. 'where did those two come from?' he was literally alone when she came into the compartment and when she came out of the compartment. "and i'm malfoy. draco malfoy." julianna giggled, she was right, he does practise it, but she wasn't the only one who laughed. draco snapped his head at the redhead next to harry, who also snickered. "think my name's funny, do you? i've no need to ask yours. red hair and a hand-me-down robe? you must be a weasley." the blonde sneered demeaningly before averting his gaze to julianna for a second but said nothing, looking back at harry. "you'll soon find out that some wizarding families are better than others, potter. you don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. i can help you there." draco glanced at ron when he talked about the 'wrong sort', putting his hand out for harry to accept it.

harry potter had a hard look on his face before ultimately declining it. "i think i can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks." he coolly replied, embarrassing draco whose face looked upset. as if just in time, professor mcgonagall returned and tapped on draco's shoulder. he went back to his spot, "we're ready for you now. follow me." mcgonagall informs and they all line up in pairs, unfortunately, julianna was next to draco.

she wanted to say something to him. she felt bad but knew he definitely deserved it, who would be friends with someone with that kind of attitude. only that's the thing, julianna got to know him without that attitude in the way and he wasn't so bad. "well, uh, that was something." she quietly spoke, regretting her choice of words as soon as they came out. draco didn't say anything.

"great hall's looking pretty nice." julianna pressed her lips together awkwardly, looking at the ceiling as they walked to the front of the tables. "good luck with the sorting. hope you don't get hufflepuff." she joked, this time draco did turn to look at her. "don't worry. i'll definitely get slytherin. it's in my blood." the look on his face showed how sure of himself he was, "hah!" she suddenly exclaimed, confusing the boy. "got you to talk to me." julianna grinned playfully, wiggling a finger at his face before he slapped away lightly. "whatever." the blonde crossed his arms before letting out the tiniest smile.

julianna was finally able to say that they weren't enemies, they're frenemies! definitely. hopefully.

everyone stood before the platform where mcgonagall stood, listening to her words. "now, before we begin, professor dumbledore would like to say a few words." she announced as a man with long white hair and a long white beard stood up. at the side, julianna could see hagrid and gave him a tiny wave which he reciprocated. "i have a few start-of-term notices i wish to announce. the first years please note that the dark forest is strictly forbidden to all students. also, our caretaker, mr. filch, has asked me to remind you that the third floor corridor on the right hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a most painful death. thank you." at the end of dumbledore's announcement all the first years looked either grim or terrified, julianna found it quite amusing. "pretty great first words of welcoming if i do say so myself." she quietly joked to draco, who rolled his eyes playfully, or not, nobody can really tell.

mcgonagall picked up a dusty, old-looking wizard's hat. "when i call your name, you will come forth. i shall place the sorting hat on your head and you will be sorted into your houses." she explained before taking a look at the parchment, "hermione granger." the girl who was called out started whispering to herself, feeling rather nervous. julianna, herself, was feeling quite anxious. did they really have to get sorted in front of the whole school? hermione was sorted into gryffindor which she seemed extremely happy about. "julianna candy." the brunette's eyes widened in horror, it was her turn already?

she walked towards the stool, sitting down with a tense look on her face. when the hat was placed, it yelled and the halls echoed. not only that but julianna got so scared she stood straight up. "ah, i do love messing with my fair share of candys. very jumpy lot." the hat comments as the hall erupted with laughter. she sat back down, a little less tense than she was before, thanks to the little prank. she caught a wink that both fred and george sent her, making her even more relaxed.

"now, this is a complicated soul. perfectionist are you, but how much can you really try to be absolutely flawless before it breaks you open, tears you apart? a fast learner, but not willing to learn as much. loyal and patient, i know where you belong. any idiot can see it from a mile away. hufflepuff!" the hat roared and the hufflepuff table roared as well. fred and george can be seen with their hands in their heads, disappointed she didn't get sorted into gryffindor but were happy nonetheless. draco had the most hilarious expression, in utter disbelief in what just happened. julianna found this to be extremely ironic, standing up and making her way to the hufflepuff table. on her way, she stopped at draco. "still can tolerate me, malfoy?" she teased and ran towards the hufflepuff table, sitting beside a fourth year. julianna only watched draco get sorted, which was only a few seconds since the moment the hat grazed his hair it announced 'slytherin' which julianna found weird but brushed it off.

while waiting for the sorting to be done, she talked to the fourth year who she learned to be cedric diggory. he explained all about the classes and which were the best in his opinion. "personally, defence against the dark arts is particularly interesting but who knows, you may love potions, if you don't mind professor snape." he chuckles, "who?" julianna asked and cedric subtly pointed at the man with long, greasy-looking hair, a crooked nose and cold, empty eyes. "oh. he doesn't look too bad." "hah, you say that now but wait till you get in a class with him. he can be particularly strict." "oh, ceddy. nobody can be more strict than my grandmother. trust me." julianna jokes, the two smile at each other. the feast commenced after the sorting was done and afterwards the first years were guided to the dormitories by their respective house prefects. hufflepuff's prefect was gabriel truman.

gabriel led the first years down the grand staircase and into the hogwarts kitchen, which was conveniently underneath the great hall. inside they find a pile of large barrels and stand before it. a bunch of house-elves were working around the kitchen, cleaning up dishes and such. now, each dormitory had a password and this one particularly was extremely unique. "the password never changes. the way to enter the dormitory is to tap the barrel two from the bottom, middle of the second row to the rhythm of 'helga hufflepuff', like so." he explained, tapping on the barrel 'tap-tap, tap-tap-tap'. the barrels opened up a secret passage which led to a beautiful yellow-themed common room, decorated with flowers and all kinds of greenery. there was a yellow sofa near the fireplace and wooden seats with tables all around the common room. since the kitchen was on the ground level of hogwarts, there were only windows high up the walls which were accented by the hanging flower pots and vines. the common room was a botanist's dream, you could say.

"now, girl's dormitory is on the right, boy's on the left. just head up those staircases and go to your respectively assigned rooms, your luggage should already be in there. good night!" gabriel cheerfully says, ushering the boys to their dorms. now, this was what julianna was dreading the most; having barely any friends in the house she was sorted to.

she walked up the staircase and entered the first door on her left. two girls followed closely behind her, one girl with blonde hair and another with auburn hair. julianna had no idea who they were since she wasn't paying attention to the sorting, but luckily, they decided to introduce themselves. "hi! i'm hannah abbott! nice to meet you." the blonde girl greeted julianna who grinned at her, "julianna candy! and you?" she turned towards the auburn-haired girl, "susan bones." susan softly smiled and the other two smiled back. the three of them talked for a bit whilst unpacking until julianna heard a meow. they all went silent. "...d'you have a cat?" hannah asked julianna who only nodded, "oh no." she muttered, dashing towards the opposite side of her bed and saw her pet carrier that she didn't see because it was somehow pushed underneath her bed.

"pudding!" she exclaimed, taking her out of the carrier. pudding was a bright brown kitten with bright blue-grey eyes and scruffy-looking fur. "i'm so sorry! i entirely forgot about you!" julianna apologised and hugged the kitten close to her chest as she could feel the kitten shaking. "she's adorable!" "her fur is so pretty!" the two other hufflepuffs compliment, coming closer towards them. the kitten mewed, snuggling her face onto julianna's shoulder. "thank you! she's about four weeks old!" the three gushed over the kitten before they decided it was a good time to go to bed. they all got ready to go to sleep and julianna had to place pudding on her bed. worried she might trip and fall flat on her face, julianna set up a tiny little area for her in the corner of the room next to her bed so she could roam around in the area along with eat, sleep and poop. three most vital things to do in life.

once she finished, she changed into her nightgown and laid down. saying she was excited would be an understatement, she was over the moon. hoping that tomorrow would be great and the rest of the year too.