#and since it was my first character it was all clumsy and I never felt solid in them until it was over

[stardustedknuckles]

Most of the way through creating a new dnd character and why are they all boys except my changeling who was everything. I'm not transmasc. I don't want to be a boy necessarily. I am not attracted to dudes. And yet. These are my boys and I care them.

Ramblings about the newest boy under the cut.

He's an Eladrin and I thought about making him nonbinary but when I picture him I see his face and it's his. Now - he's not cis, but it is still very much his face. Conceptually he started out as "how can I make a jedi in 5e" and after about seventeen class combinations and a headache I chatted with the DM and a backstory took shape that informed my class choices. I was originally going to give him a level in wizard (not everything is about optimization and it worked for the initial idea - also! Monk with shield? Killer.) but the synergy very simply was not there. He's about 35, which is quite young for a race that is functionally immortal (within the fey realm anyway). The world we are playing in was broken a long time ago into shards, which function a bit like planes, and the walls between the shards are made of time. When the world broke, my 12-ish year old boy ran with the rest of the people of his home and ended up in a fog, where he walked and walked for hours. When he emerged from the fog, a thousand years had passed and he was alone in a new and fractured world. He was taken in by a couple who used to be adventurers (a rogue and a wizard, lesbians) and raised in the city where they lived for 15-20 years. As far as he knew, his world was gone forever. As far as anyone knew, really. There are rumors of eladrin locked away, sequestered in a safe kingdom ruled by the star-queen, but who and what he is remains a mystery to most.

I think in his culture, Eladrin become adults when they first manifest the magic of the feywild they live in. For most, that happens around age 100, usually in the form of becoming a druid or ranger or some such, and at that point they receive an adult name. My boy is in his mid-thirties or so, but the thing about Eladrin and elves in general is that they move on a time scale slower than we can really conceptualize. My boy was raised by people with shorter lifespans. He grew up around people who move at a much faster pace. So for all these years, since he was about 20, he's been going to the local monks for training to focus his mind. He only needs to trance for four hours, so going for moonlit walks to the monastery several nights a week provides him with clarity and a sense of intent for his body. For the last few years, he's been going out some nights to fight low-level monsters and problems the city faces. Masked, silent, but considered something of a folk hero (your friendly neighborhood Eladrin). That's how he's gained experience. On the anniversary of the day he turned up in this world, the one time a year he permits himself to dive deep into what memories he has and revel and mourn by turns, he's practicing his forms and meditating on his memories of his mother the Wolf of the Wilds (druid) and a punch he throws comes with a lungful of fey spring surrounding him as a blast of dewy morning air rushes from the end of his fist. He hasn't smelled those trees and that damp, early morning light since he was truly a child and it starts to dawn on him that somehow, some way, he has connected with the magic of home just by holding the memory close for all this time and letting it flow through him instead of trying to forget it and move on. Suddenly the rumors of other Eladrin matter. Suddenly the idea that the place he came from could have survived the calamity in some way is lodged in his mind and he can't let it go. If the magic is in him, he thinks, it is still coming from somewhere that must still exist to grant it. He spent so long becoming at peace with the thought of being cut off from it when it was destroyed, but here it is.

He tells his parents he needs to go and they support him entirely. By this point they are too old to make this journey with him, or so they say, but two retired adventurers can sense when it's time for someone to have one of their own. He promises to come back, hugs them both on the doorstep, and sets out to run into the other (extremely magical) chucklefucks the other players are making.

I care him. I can't wait to get to know him better.

[knavesflames]

Hello, I hope your day goes well as you're reading this!

If your request is still open, can I request touch deprived! Arlecchino and Touch deprived! Reader? Like reader is very clingy and affectionate to her closest friends because she's been deprived of physical affection since she was younger, and Arlecchino who's also touch deprived but unlike reader who has no problem with physical affection, she finds it hard to do it, but when she meets reader who's hugs are so comfortable she's grown addicted to it and craves her gentle touches more and more, thank you! Have a great day or night!

(I realise I’m apologising on every post for the late ones, but I’m almost caught up to a reasonable delay) hi anon!! I feel this hard, I am so affectionate because I was touch starved as a child. Though, I focused this writing piece more on Arlecchino. I love exploring her and her being in character and slightly OOC too. (She’s my comfort character, can you guys tell?) thank you for the ask!

Word count: 1k

Content: fluff, Arlecchino is touched starved, she loves you

Nsft utc!

Arlecchino and you have come from completely different backgrounds (that are unfortunately all too similar as well). You worked well together even so, your routines matching each other, the same sense of humour. By that, I mean, you joked, her lips barely turned up, and she hummed in response (which is equivalent to your wheezing on the sofa over.. a silly cat?). The point is, you worked. You both made sense together. Except one, tiny little detail.

You loved physical touch, and she despised it. Once you discovered how it felt, you were obsessed. You loved the way your body was enveloped by arms that seemed like they’d block out the whole world for you.

Arlecchino hated physical touch. She isn’t used to it, she grew up with her horrifying excuse for a Mother, and physical affection was used often as manipulation rather than anything else, she saw that much with what happened to her dear, dear friend (who haunts her dreams).

The first time Arlecchino held you was a year into your relationship. She awoke during the night to an empty bed, and when she made her way towards the living room, she saw you, in tears on the sofa. A bad dream, you had said, and nothing more. Arlecchino saw the way your body was almost aching for some sort of touch, and despite the discomfort, her arms wrapped around you. Awkward, clumsy, and a little bit forced, but she hugged you. She had not hugged someone since she was sixteen. Without a word, her thumb stroked against your arm, and she felt the way your body slumped against her body. She felt like a burning fire, you realised, most likely due to the flames running through her veins, but you welcomed it nonetheless.

She began to notice that holding you in her embrace was not as torturous as she assumed. Arlecchino held you until you fell asleep.

Her embraces were few and far between, reserved only for special moments or moments where she can see you need them. Her facial expression never changes, but over time, she becomes slightly more comfortable with every hug. She ended up craving your embraces, the way your hand gingerly caresses her cheek and your lips on her skin, the gentle squeeze on her arm when you go past her. She wanted so desperately to associate touch with you instead, someone she knows could never hurt a spider.

Eventually, she begins allowing it more and more, and even begins silently hinting when she wants one by sighing slightly louder, or grumbling a bit when things go wrong, only to feel a fuzzy warmth inside when you smile at her and give a gentle touch. Both you and Arlecchino wonder if she will one day make the first move.

Arlecchino does not know why she dislikes physical affection so much. She enjoys buying gifts she knows you will cherish and love instead, doing things at a distance. This was never supposed to be anything more than a fling, she didn’t want investment, she didn’t want any affection to be returned, but she fell for you, and hard. She dislikes how vulnerable she has become around you, but a part of her deep down inside of her likes it too. Arlecchino is scared you will leave, that you will ruin her one day, and she feels like it won’t happen if she doesn’t let on how hard she has fallen. (Everyone knows and says nothing.)

Perhaps she prefers affection the way she does, unrequited and with little investment, is because some part of her craves a love so great that it would tear her apart, and that frightens her. She does not know how to receive love, yet she still wants a love that will consume her entire being and burn hotter than the flames that course through her veins with every beat of her slowly-thawing heart. You are thawing her, she knows that much.

The weather chills the way her touch grows warmer, and winter comes quickly. The winter in Snezhnaya was cold and biting, and despite her accommodating her home for you (she clearly does not need it) by lighting the fireplace and leaving you blankets, the cold still finds its way into your bones, leaving you shivering. One night, when it is the coldest night of the year, you find yourself unable to sleep at all. You lay awake in the dark, thinking about your past the way you always do at night, shivering so hard you’re practically vibrating.

At some point, you hear her stirring, and you try to quiet yourself, to make sure she can continue sleeping. She noticed the second she opened her eyes, though. Doesn’t she always? She is glad you are pretending to sleep so you do not see the hesitation in her eyes before she snaps herself out of it and does what you both want her to. Wordlessly, she shuffles a few inches closer and her arm wraps around your midsection, dragging you closer until her body is wrapped around yours. Arlecchino, being the attentive person she is, notices your smile and sigh of relief and the way your shivering stops. She notices the way you nestle further in once you know she’s okay with it, and she notices when your breath falls into a deep rhythm.

It is her turn to stare at the wall, her heart beating faster than usual, the only giveaway of any of her feelings. Slowly, her arms snake around you until she’s holding you so tight you can’t move even if you wanted to. Her breath is visible when she exhales, when she lets her body finally relax in the company of another. Arlecchino buries her face into your hair, smelling your shampoo. The smell makes her drowsy, she tells herself (it is not the smell, it is that after so many years, her walls have crumbled completely), and she finds her eyes drooping until she, too, falls into the throes of sleep.

Arlecchino sleeps the best she ever has. Arlecchino has her first night of no nightmares since she became the poor, mad, cursed knave. Arlecchino does not feel so cursed when you are beside her.

[bonwonnie]

Three Weeks.

ʟᴇᴇ ʜᴇᴇꜱᴇᴜɴɢ

WC 1.3k

Pairing ⨾ best friend heeseung x reader

Contents ⨾ ft. Heeseung's cologne, fluff, clumsy kissing, banter, angst if you squint, stoic to cute Heeseung, best friends to lovers, back hug, Heeseung teaches yn how to use a controller, they're in love

Synopsis

Your best friend has let his stoic expression slowly slip. You cant quite place your finger on why, but you first noticed his softened gaze three weeks ago— after a house party. Although, you feel like there’s something about that day he’s not telling you.

Notes My first official fic! I've been writing for a while now but I've only recently got on en-tumblr. Critique is welcomed and I'd love to take some requests! Don't be shy to send me an ask! :)

Reblogs and likes are really appreciated 🥹

𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓶𝒆♡

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⋆𐙚 You never knew what was on your best friend's mind. As painful as it was to sit there— without so much as an eyebrow raise slipping from his stone cold expression— Heeseung didn't want you to know what was on his mind either.

At least, that's how you would've explained him three weeks ago.

You're not sure what's changed, but ever since you invited yourself to that house party a few weeks prior, you noticed his once stoic expression— had dwindled into something much softer. His small glances to you when you sat beside each other, always offering his house up as a hangout, finding any excuse to touch your hands—none of it went unnoticed.

“So, what? I just sit here and shoot a bunch?" You scoff, your fingers wrestling with the buttons on Heeseungs' controller

Heeseung watched as the small character you begged him to customize ran around the screen, looking just as confused as you.

“No,” he grinned, shifting his weight to sit closer to you on his bed. “Here, I'll show you.”

Before you could even hand him the controller back, his arms slid around yours— completely caging you against his frame. His hands fell overtop of your own, his grip firm as he guided your hands to the right buttons.

“This is the shoot button." You didn't even pay attention to which button he pressed your finger into. All you could focus on was his breath against your ear. “And this is run.” Your shoulders stiffened, and your back straightened against his chest; mindlessly nodding along. You could feel the warmth of his body against yours, and smell his cologne; which you had the scent of ingraned into your mind. It was the expensive cologne he only wore to parties. Lucky for you, the strong scent made it easy to find him in a crowd.

It wasn't until his big, bambi eyes met yours, that you even realized you had been staring at him.

“What?”

“Nothing. I just—” You couldn't stop a small, teasing grin from pulling at your lips. “Are you wearing cologne?”

Sure, a party would explain why Heeseung smells like ocean water and timberwood. But a day in with his best friend, that he invited to his own house to play video games with? You both knew that didn't make sense at all.

His brows raised in surprise, cheeks flushing as if he had been caught like some criminal. The Heeseung you knew three weeks ago would've let go of you by now. That Heeseung also wouldn’t have made his excitement to take your hands in his so obvious. You could see right through his big eyes and parted lips. But unlike before, it felt like he wanted you to see through him.

“You said you liked it.” His arms loosened around yours, and that dimple you so loved had disappeared. “Do you… do you not?”

“When did I say that?” You felt his eyes scanning you, studying every minute movement of your facial muscles. “I mean, I do like it, I just don't rembe—.”

“At the party.” His face dropped, and the warmth of his chest that was previously pressed against your back— disappeared. The fan in his room blew hard, and you heard the low hum echoing through your mind as you tried to wrap your head around the change in atmosphere.

“oh.”

Your mind reeled in an attempt to bring up the memories of that night. But you barely remembered it the morning after; you surely don't remember it three weeks later. You studied his face just as he studied yours. And just like that, his expression became completely unreadable again.

Did you say something wrong at the party? Surely not, he would’ve told you a lot sooner if that was the case. If anything, you said something right— considering these past three weeks you felt closer to him than you have your whole friendship. Then why is he acting so strange?

“So, I guess you don’t remember trying to kiss me then.”

The low hum of the fan made up for your stunned silence. Heeseung didn’t even look at you; and you’re thankful he didn't see your beat-red face and slack jaw.

"Maybe I was, uh, getting the wrong idea.” He scratched the back of his neck; the close distance between you was now uncomfortable. He shifted his weight back to his original seating, and you felt your heart drop.

Everything that happened between the two of you, it all played through your mind. Not from the party. But from the three weeks between then, and now. All of the glances, all of the touches, the grins, the head tilts, the eye contact, the excuses to come over— it all made sense.

And you realize that all of it; is because of you.

Because you did, in fact, know how to play this game, as much as you liked to pretend you didn't. And Heeseung knew you did, too. But he didn't mind using your feigned ignorance as an excuse to be close to you.

“So, did we?” Your voice caught in your throat, closing the distance between the two of you on the bed. And you saw his shoulders relax at the gesture. Your knees touched, and you felt the familiar warmth of his body close to yours again. It was a feeling he must’ve missed too, because he leaned in closer to you as you spoke. "Kiss, I mean."

And in that beautiful smile of his, you saw a beam of hope being restored to his body.

“key word, 'trying' to.” He grinned, holding back a snort. Though, you couldn’t stop yourself from letting out one of your own.

“Well, why didn’t you want to kiss me back?” You nudged him with your knees. Heeseung looked off, pretending to think.

“I guess, I was waiting for the right time.”

“And when would that be, Romeo.” That, made him let out a snort.

Although, when he turned his attention back to you, you felt a whole shift in his demenor. His half-lidded eyes stayed focused on your lips. And with that single glance, you already knew the answer.

His hand cupped your face, pulling you in to meet him halfway.

“Right now.” And just as easily as he held your hands in his minutes ago— he pressed his lips into yours.

You completely melted in the kiss, your hands trailing up his arms to feel his warmth against you. He wrapped them around you like earlier, pulling you flesh against him greedily. It felt as if he’s been waiting for this moment his whole life, and you couldn't deny that you felt the same.

His nose pressed against your cheek, and your heads tilted to feel as much of each other as possible. You felt him smile when you bumped teeth— and you pulled away to let out a giggle of your own. But the two of you never let your grip falter. Firm hands stayed around your waist; and you toyed with the end of his sleeve.

This time, the hum of the fan was welcomed as you two took each other in.

"Well, I’d say that was worth the three-week wait.” His big, beaming smile revealed his dimple. And he committed the sight of you in his arms to memory.

Before you could even open your mouth to respond, the controller you had set on his bed started buzzing uncontrollably. Both of your heads whipped to the screen to see your small character swarmed by evil spiders.

“Noo! It took me so long to make her!” You yelped, snatching the controller in an attempt to save your character from her tragic death. But in your panic, you smashed the buttons, and she shot randomly in all directions. So, all you could do was watch as the character you spent two hours creating fell to the ground, completely swarmed.

“Maybe you should’ve paid attention when I was showing you the controls.” Heeseung only laughed at your overly dramatic reaction, elbowing your side playfully.

You look Heeseung up and down, a smug grin pulling at your lips. You scooted closer to him and held the controller up at the ready.

“Well, maybe you’ll have to show me again.”

*°:⋆xo, bon

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝐸𝑁𝐻𝑌𝑃𝐸𝑁

[metalandmagi]

A list of underrated Christmas movies for everyone who is getting tired of watching the same things every year:

This year, I wanted to make a list of a few Christmas movies that I feel are a bit underrated and under-appreciated, because I’m tired of seeing the same things all the time. If anyone has any suggestions for their own lesser known holiday movies, please feel free to include them!

Arthur Christmas: An animated movie that should be a classic, but it was unfortunately lost to time because it had a horrible marketing campaign that made it look like complete shit. Well, I’m here to tell you that it’s not complete shit. It’s actually fucking amazing.

Arthur, the clumsy son of the current Santa Claus is known for being a lovable idiot who tends to ruin everything he touches, but when a little girl’s present is accidentally left behind one Christmas, Arthur, an elf named Bryony, and his grandfather (a previous Santa…so grandsanta) embark on a chaotic mission around the world to deliver the missing present. Every character in this movie is so fucking funny and empathetic at the same time. Arthur embodies the true meaning of Christmas in everything he does. Bryony is just…on another level entirely. Arthur’s brother Steve (a strategic genius who wants to use his new technology to ensure his place as the next Santa) is a perfect antagonist that the audience still feels sympathy for. They all just have such a fun dynamic, and it’s a crime that more people haven’t seen this.

Spirited: A fairly new addition to the Christmas movie ranks, since it came out in 2022 (but it was on AppleTV+ so no one watched it). Spirited is a modern, musical version of A Christmas Carol like you’ve never seen before (starring Will Ferrell and Ryan Reynolds, who are an amazing combination in anything). If you’re tired of seeing endless retellings of Dickens' story, just watch this. It’s hilarious, heartfelt, and it brings a whole new perspective to the story in a way that I’m not going to spoil. And the songs go so hard it’s insane.

Happiest Season: A rom-com in which a woman named Abby desperately wants to propose to her girlfriend Harper over the holidays during Harper’s family Christmas party…only to realize that Harper’s extremely rich and conservative family doesn’t know she’s gay. Fun rom-com shenanigans ensue. Did I mention Abby is played by Kristen Stewart, and Harper is played by Mackenzie Davis? Also Aubrey Plaza, Alison Brie, and that guy from Schitt’s Creek everyone loves are in it.

This could easily have been a completely different movie if the cast wasn't so funny and didn’t have such good chemistry. It starts out as a standard holiday rom-com, but I was tearing up by the end of this the first time I watched it. If you’ve ever felt like you’ve been hiding your true self from your family or if you’ve felt like you’ve never been good enough for them, I think you’ll see a lot to relate to in this. 

Violent Night: Another new addition to the ever-expanding list of Christmas movies, this aptly named action thriller also came out in 2022, and I feel like no one has spoken about it since, which is a crime because IT WAS SO MUCH FUCKING FUN!

When a grizzled, down on the world Santa (played by David Harbour) gets stuck in a rich family’s house while it’s being overrun by mercenaries, he has to Die Hard his way out and save the hostages (or at least the ones who are worth saving) before it’s too late. This was such a fun surprise, because violent action thrillers are so hit and miss for me personally. David Harbour is great. It’s just under 2 hours of watching shitty people get their comeuppance in unique ways. I’m so offended that it only has a 6.7/10 on IMDB, because this is a great movie to watch with a group of friends and some age appropriate beverages. Yeah, it’s not a masterpiece, and maybe my standards are low, but I had a great time with this.

Tokyo Godfathers: An anime Christmas classic directed by Satoshi Kon in which 3 homeless people (a former drag queen, a runaway teen, and a grumpy alcoholic) find a baby in a dumpster and try to reunite it with its family. This was the movie that tricked me into thinking Satoshi Kon’s other works would be just as comedic and wholesome as this one. It’s got humor. It’s got heart. It’s got twists and turns that will keep you guessing in the classic Satoshi Kon fashion. And the English dub is just as good as the sub, so you can’t go wrong either way.

Neo Yokio- Pink Christmas: Speaking of anime…I’ve talked about this one before, but I have to mention it again because it’s a staple for me every year. Pink Christmas is the Christmas special for the…anime (and I use that word in the loosest way possible) Neo Yokio…aka the one starring (and possibly made by?) Jaden Smith.

For anyone who’s never heard of it, Neo Yokio is a series on Netflix that is the closest thing to a professionally made Abridged Series we’ll ever have. The “plot” of the series revolves around Kaz, a pink haired guy who fights demons and does increasingly absurd rich people things with his robot mecha butler named Charles. The Christmas special involves Charles telling Kaz a Christmas story about the city’s Secret Santa competition for all the ultra rich people.

Look, there’s no good way to describe this one, but trust me when I say you don’t have to watch Neo Yokio to understand it, since even people who do watch Neo Yokio don’t understand it. In fact, I think it will be even funnier if you don’t watch Neo Yokio at all before watching Pink Christmas (but I encourage everyone to watch the series too, just because it’s more of the same insanity.)

Every line in it is pure comedic gold, not because it’s truly funny, but because it’s absurd and ridiculous in a way only Jaden Smith can be. I quote it incessantly while eating a Toblerone every year. 

Cabin Pressure at Christmas: Molokai: Okay, it’s not a movie or even a TV special, but I love Cabin Pressure so much that I had to include this too. Cabin Pressure is a comedy radio show (not a podcast, an actual radio show) that aired on BBC Radio 4 in the early 2000s about an airline crew for the world’s shittiest airplane. 

For anyone who watched season 2 of Good Omens, you might recognize the name John Finnemore as one of the writers. Well, Cabin Pressure is made by (and stars) the same person. The Christmas episode is one of my favorites of the series, and you 100% don’t need to listen to the entire series to enjoy it. It captures the humor and despair of being stuck with your co-workers on Christmas eve, but it keeps up the spirit regardless. This is another one I quote incessantly, and the whole show has become hardwired into my personality. PLEASE FIND A WAY TO LISTEN TO CABIN PRESSURE! I’m pretty sure the whole series is available on iTunes as an audiobook.

As honorable mentions, I want to include Rise of the Guardians and Klaus, because even though they have a fair amount of popularity, I still feel like people could appreciate them more. And sure, Rise of the Guardians might be more of an Easter movie, but it still includes Santa as a character, and he’s amazing. 

That's all for now. Sorry these are all specifically Christmas themed, but if anyone has movie suggestions for other winter holidays, please throw them in!

[too-much-tma-stuff]

Things Are Changing (Part 14)

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Jason waited at the bar, tapping his fingers on a pint of beer he was too nervous to actually drink. Danny had gone out with the birds of prey tonight to either look after, or make a mess of, crime alley in his absence. He’d find out which one in the morning, though he trusted Danny to keep most of the Chaos under control since he loved their home almost as much as Jason did. 

He wasn’t nervous about what they were doing, he was nervous about meeting Roy again. Which was probably why he was early for the meeting, early enough to get a beer that was no longer as cold as it had been. He sighed at himself and took a sip. 

“Hey buddy,” Roy greeted, biting back a chuckle at the way Jason jumped. 

“Damn you and your light steps. You'd think after growing so much you'd make a little more noise,” Jason sighed, taking another sip from his beer before getting up and hugging Roy so tightly it made him wheeze. “It's good to see you too.”

“Damn, you got strong,” Roy gasped, patting Jason's back awkwardly. “You were such a scrawny kid too.”

“Ya,” Jason chuckled, putting Roy down again. He stepped back a little while Roy ordered a beer and glanced around for a more secluded table where they could talk a little more openly. Once Roy had his beer Jason jerked his chin towards the table, Roy nodded so Jason led the way over to it and they sat together. “It was from being malnourished as a kid, but a dunk in the pits seems to have repaired a bunch of that shit and I absolutely shot up! 

“It was kinda weird because for the first… year there I was barely conscious so when I finally came back to myself it was already to a body that was so much larger than the one I was used to. The LOA had been drilling me on techniques and shit so unconsciously I knew my new size and strength but anytime I tried to do something and thought even a little to hard about it I’d be so fucking clumsy! And you wouldn’t believe how many doorways I hit my head on before I got used to this height,” Jason chuckled, and Roy laughed along with him.

“Damn that's crazy, but also I totally get it. I was kept unconscious by Cadmus for years, when I finally got out of that fucking tube I’d lost my arm,” he held up his prosthetic, which was so good Jason had barely noticed it before. “And my muscles were so atrophied moving around felt nothing like it used to. I didn’t grow That much but it still… it was so fucking weird.” He sighed and took a bigger gulp of his beer, it clearly wasn’t easy to think about still.

“That’s fucked up,” Jason sighed, patting Roy’s shoulder. “Cadmus are a bunch of bastards. If you ever want help blowing up any of their shit let me know. I’m pretty good with explosives and guns now, and Danny would help too, and let me tell you,” Jason whistled softly and gave an almost feral grin. 

“Both you and Dick always go for the powerful ones huh?” Roy cackled, elbowing him.

“Hey! To be fair to me I didn’t know he was this powerful when we got together! I knew that he had a healing factor but that was all I knew until after we moved in together.” Jason said with a dramatic pout. 

“Still, I bet you picked up on the vibe,” He said and Jason sighed because he couldn’t refute that.

“What about you though? You said Lian’s mom is in prison now but who was she?” Jason asked, he figured it was fair game after the teasing about his own relationship, though he second guessed himself when he saw Roy sigh and slump a little.

“Cheshire,” he murmured, tracing the lip of his glass with a finger. 

“No shit!” Jason breathed, shocked but at the same… she was an interesting character, Jason knew she wasn’t all bad, and she was pretty.

“Ya, and she’s a good mom. She adores Lian, but you know how she and Artemis grew up right? They never really had a chance. I tried for years to keep her with us, but I don’t think she can get out of the life for real when she doesn’t know anything else. I can’t keep waiting for her, me and Lian, we gotta move on and make the best of things you know?”

“Ya, I get that, Do you have anyone else in your life now though? Since I’m assuming you and Cheshire aren’t really a thing anymore?” Jason asked curiously. 

“No I haven’t,” Roy said with a little shrug. “I tried at first you know? Especially since people kept saying Lian would need a mom, but dating with a kid is hard. I’d rather just focus on her then try to chase any skirt. Artemiss lives with us off and on so it’s not like Lian doesn’t have a female role model, me and Artemiss just don’t fit together. We tried to kiss one and it felt so fucking wrong! She’s like my sister.”

“I’m glad you’ve got support, and you’re doing great. If you ever need any help I can give, just let me know okay? Maybe it’s kinda sad to say since we haven’t talked in years, but you’re still my best friend.” Jason admitted, shifting awkwardly in his seat.

“Nah, it’s not that weird, you might still be my best friend too,” Roy said with a wry little smile and a shrug. “Sad… maybe, but honestly I’d say we’re both pretty fucking sad already.”

“Well, you’re not wrong, so cheers to that,” Jason laughed and they clinked their glasses together, giving each other sardonic smiles. 

They were quiet for a moment, just drinking their beers before Roy put down his drink and cleared his throat. “So, I assume Danny is your boyfriend I’ve heard so much about?” 

“Ya, that’s him. He’s been with me a long time, even before we started dating. He’s… He’s absolutely amazing Roy, I’m not sure I deserve him,” Jason sighed.

“Oh come on now, of course you do, you-” Roy started but Jason was shaking his head and biting the inside of his cheek.

“There’s a real power imbalance Roy, and you wouldn’t think so given how physically powerful he is, but that doesn’t really matter. What matters more is he worked for me before we got together, and he’s so fucking broken after everything he’s been through. And I’m not kidding Roy, what he’s been through makes what happened to both of us look like a vacation. He sees me as his saviour, he’s said multiple times that he would do anything for me and he means it. 

“Roy…” Jason bit his lip, he hadn’t admitted this to anyone, hadn’t talked about it with anyone. Suddenly he was nervous as hell someone would overhear. “Do you mind if we go back to one of my safehouses to talk about this actually?”

“Sure, you got one nearby? We almost should have started there honestly,” Roy agreed, already pushing himself away from the table. 

“Ya, probably,” Jason chuckled awkwardly, putting down some money for their drinks and following Roy out. “There’s one in walking distance.” 

Neither of them spoke again until they were inside and settled on the beat up couch. “So, what were you going to say?” Roy prompted and Jason groaned, rubbing his face with his hands. 

“I’ve had some serious anger issues since coming back, the Lazarus pit really did a number on my temper and my self control. Danny never defends himself. He’ll defend other people if he thinks I’m going overboard. But I don’t know if he has any self worth beyond what he thinks he can do for me you know? I love him, and he loves me and I love how devoted he is, but he’s almost too devoted you know?” Jason said, having thought better of actually admitting to beating Danny.

“Oh shit man, ya, that’s… complicated,” Roy said with a sympathetic frown. “I’ve never had to deal with anything like that, I don’t really know what to tell you, except I guess, encouraging him to make his own friends and shit, and try to be worth his loyalty?” 

“Ya, I’ve been trying,” Jason sighed, rubbing his face again and ruffling up his hair. “I can’t push him away, both because I love him and I don’t want to, and because he’s explicitly told me losing me would break him, like actually kill him.”

“That’s fucked up,” Roy agreed uncertainly. 

“Ya… But I mean other than that things are great. And He’s hot as hell,” Jason joked, trying to lighten the mood again after all that. It wasn’t fair to have Roy to have any actual advice, this situation was so far outside the realm of the normal.

“Ya? I believe you, the crazy ones usually are,” Roy joked back, some of the tension leaving his shoulders. “But pics or it didn’t happen.”

Jason laughed and pulled out his phone, swiping through the pictures he had of Danny, and of Danny and himself. Most of the pictures on the camera were of Danny honestly, and not all of them were fully appropriate. Danny liked to feel watched during sex and the camera would do.

“Damn, he is hot,” Roy agreed with a low whistle and punched Jason’s shoulder lightly. “Good for you dude.

“I can’t wait for you to meet him, you’re going to love him I’m sure. And hey, if you do like him, we like sharing,” Jason said with a meaningful little smirk that made Roy blush and choke. Jason laughed softly at him and switched apps to text Danny he was good to come join them now when he was ready too.

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Danny was having fun running with the birds of Prey, they were busting up a trafficking ring Seline had found and doing a damn good job of it too he’d say! The girls were responding better to the ladies and Danny’s obviously queer self than they might have to the bats, and none of the traffickers had stood a chance against them!

Once it was done they went their separate ways, Harley and Salena wanted to make sure the girls got to a trusted shelter safely, and Ivy wasn’t really a people person so without her girlfriend there to help she left quickly too. Danny didn’t mind, he was just waiting for Jason to text him it was alright to come back, it shouldn’t be that much longer. He had already gotten a text that the visit was going well, which made him smile and eased his worry. 

He was just gazing up and the smog covered sky, considering going for a fly to see the stars when he heard a thump on the roof behind him. Danny had a bad feeling about who that was, since either of the brothers would have texted him before showing up. He sighed heavily and turned around seeing Batman looming on the other side of the rooftop. Though maybe it was Danny’s imagination that his posture was more uncertain then it had been before?

“What do you want?” Danny drawled, looking back up at the sky.

“I just want to talk,” Batman said, and Danny definitely wasn’t imagining that his voice sounded softer and less rough. “I… misjudged you at first, I couldn’t accept what Jason is capable of now and you were an easy scapegoat. I understand now that… Well, that it’s not your fault.”

“Huh,” Danny sounded, blinking in surprise and looking back at Batman consideringly. That hadn’t been what he expected. “Well, thanks I guess.”

“Constantine thinks he knows what you are.”

Danny barked a laugh and leaned back a little. “So what’s the old magician’s theory?” He asked, cocking his head to the side with a knowing little smirk. 

“He says you're a halfa, the first one in thousands of years,” Batman shared, and Danny froze for a moment. 

“Huh, I hadn’t expected him to get it right,” He sighed sitting down on the edge of the roof and propped his elbows on his knees. 

After a moment of hesitation Batman came closer and sat down next to Danny, still out of arm's reach, which he appreciated. “I’m sorry for what happened to you, truly. And I’m sorry about what my colleagues said, whether the beings of the Infinite Realms are threats or not, it was an incredibly inappropriate response.”  

“If you just came to apologize, then apology accepted, and you can go now,” Danny said, giving Bruce a suspicious look. 

“No, that’s not all,” Bruce said, steepling his fingers and leaning forward on his knees. “Constantine told me that according to legends Halfas were creatures of balance, guardians of sorts. Do you have any way to learn about your… cultural heritage?” 

“Some of the ancients lived when halfas were still around. Frostbite and Clockwork have told me some. I’m still very young, I’ve been dead less than 6 years-” He noticed Batman wince slightly but ignored it- “It’ll take me a long time to grow into whatever it is I’m supposed to be.  Don’t you hold your breath when I do though. Balance and Justice aren't the same things after all. If I do ascend I’ll be fighting against you as often as I’m on your side I expect,” he chuckled.

“Right,” Bruce sighed. The disappointment in his voice made Danny cackle, though he muffled it with a hand since Batman was playing nice. “Well, the Justice League have a few supernatural consultants on call if you need to talk to someone. And if you need any help, really, let me know.” He stood up and held out a card. “Not that you need it with how close you are with both my-... All of my sons, but if you need any help. Call me. Being alone isn’t easy.”

“I absolutely won’t, but thank you,” Danny said, but after a moment of hesitation he slid the card into one of his pants pockets. Batman seemed satisfied with that, nodded to him. “And I’m not alone, I have Jason.” 

Batman froze for a moment, looking at Danny with wide eyes before Danny realized how that had sounded. He shook his head with a laugh. “No, Jason isn’t a halfa. His resurrection was under completely different circumstances! He’s got a bit of the Realms in him, but it doesn’t flow through him like it does me. He’s still, like, 85% human.”

“That… That’s good,” Batman sighed, his shoulders slumping a little.

“Did you have any more questions?” Danny prompted, cocking his head. 

“You offered help with any Realms beings. Do you expect we’ll have any trouble?” Batman asked, cocking his head a little. 

“Maybe,” Danny said with a little shrug. “It depends if the GIW still has an active portal somewhere, and how good their security is on it. Must be better than my parents used to be or we’d already be up to our eyeballs in confused ghosts, but it’s always a possibility.” He noticed the considering look Batman was giving him and gave a crackling laugh; “I haven’t been back to the realms in years. If anything’s going on there I don’t know about it. Though I’m sure Clockwork knows where I am if they really need me.” 

“Right, thank you for the offer,” Batman sighed and stood up. “And just think about my offer alright? If you need help, or protection, call. Not just from the GIW.”

Batman hesitated, opened his mouth to say something else and then sighed and shook his head. Whatever it was he seemed to have thought better of it as he turned away with a swish of his cape and grappled away. Dramatic bastard. 

Danny chuckled and shook his head at the older hero’s behaviour and pulled his phone out again. He had a text from Jason, telling him which safe house he and Roy were hanging out at and that he should come. And maybe… if he wanted to, to bring lube and the three of them could have some fun. 

Danny grinned sharply and licked his lips beneath his muzzle, well he’d just swing by their nest on the way over then! He texted Jason he would be there soon, and asked if they’d need condoms too.

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

Darlin’, Darlin’

Pairing(s): Jacob Black x Swan!Reader, Jacob Black x Bella Swan, Edward Cullen x Bella Swan

Warnings: wolf imprinting, scenting, makeout, agedup!jacob, hurt&comfort, one night stands, changed it a little bit from the prompt, renee being a crap mom, sorry i tend to write her in a negative light but i have never been able to stand her character 😅, plus i have my own unresolved mommy issues lol 😅 , mention of alcohol consumption, reader smokes, unprotected sex just imagine reader being on birth control, flings, virgin!jacob, losing that v card, kinda bitchy reader?

Words: 4818

Stepping one foot out of your taxi, you finally take in the sight of the Cullen residence. Just to make sure, you double check the address that was on the wedding invitation.

Yup, this was the place.

Already there's festive laughter streaming out of the house. Some people lingered on the large wrap-around porch, talking amongst one another.

You weren't looking forward to the wedding but your mother called and pestered you enough to where you just gave up and sent in your RSVP despite your reservations. It wasn't that you didn't like Bella, you just never liked the idea of marriage. Your mom had failed at several before. In the end you always wondered what the point of it all was.

And a wedding in your mind was the most absurd thing to waste one's money on. Especially one as extravagant as this one. You surmise that the Cullens obviously were the ones to foot the wedding bill. Neither Charlie nor Renee would have the funds to put together a glittery wonderland like this one.

Readjusting the skirt of your dress, you walk up the steps, bombarded by the loud music and chatter. You were already regretting going through with it when you weave through the throng of people in the house. Unfamiliar faces that stare at you in your trek to find Renee. Though really you just wanted to fist a few drinks into you first. Your mom wouldn't be happy if you got drunk so early. It would definitely lighten your mood, but you shake off any thoughts of libations.

After asking around, you learn she's upstairs helping the bride get ready.

Fine paintings were displayed on the wall as you take one step at a time. They look to be originals too. Not that you knew much about art. The paintings were beautiful regardless. Everything about the Cullen house was meticulously perfect. A wonder how your clumsy sister was marrying into this atmosphere.

You follow a gaggle of female voices to a closed bedroom door. When you knock, a short pixie of a girl opens it with startling gold eyes. "You must be Bella's sister!" She's open and inviting, tugging you by the arm inside of the room.

Renee calls over to you, delighted at your presence. "You made it!" She throws her arms around you, suffocating your nose with her strong perfume. Like with most of your family, you were never close to Renee. The moment you were accepted into a university away from her, you leapt on the opportunity and never looked back.

She steers you to where Bella is standing in front of a floor length mirror that reflects her image. Her wedding gown was sleek and not as terrible as you first imagined it to be. When was the last time you'd seen her? Probably not since your own senior year in Arizona.

Her dark eyes round at your appearance, definitely not expecting you to be there.

"Hey Bella. Congratulations." Your lips quirk up in a small smile that hides your desire to not be there. This is what you had to do in front of your family. Put on a mask and pretend you were happy to see them. You felt awkward in that room, knowing your interaction was being watched by the pixie girl, your mom and an unknown blonde woman who was drop dead gorgeous.

Her thin lips part in a struggle to gather any useful words. "Th-Thanks." It was clear she didn't really know how to act around you either.

You shoot an anxious look to your mom as if to say 'See, I did what you wanted me to do now let me free.' Ridiculous how you still looked to her for any guidance even though she would offer you none. Renee merely sighs and nods her head toward the door.

Relief makes the warmth in your face cool down as you give Bella an awkward wave goodbye before hightailing it out and back down the stairs. The rest of the house was no better. Your claustrophobia starting to get the best of you as you desperately try to elbow your way to the backyard for some fresh air. It was so stuffy in there. The lack of fresh air flow was really starting to get to you.

That's when you bump into someone- well honestly you thought it was a wall by how sturdy and hard the person's body was. Wobbling backwards, you're grateful that at least the body you bumped into had faster reflexes than you. A large, tan hand grips at your wrist to pull you back up and stabilize your posture.

You stare up into a handsome face with penetrating dark eyes. His jaw slackens, whatever he was going to say. Pure shock ripples across his face.

"S-sorry about that." You apologize and brush off his hand, or at least try to. His grip on your wrist is incredibly strong. Furrowing your brows you look back up to him. "Um, excuse me. . ."

He blinks, snapping himself out of whatever stupor he'd been in. "Sorry. Sorry." His fingers reluctantly release your wrist, hovering over your skin until you pull your hand back to your chest. Cute and towering over you, you feel the anxiousness in your chest from the crowd subside. He doesn't move. Instead he introduces himself with a shallow breath. "I'm Jacob Black."

"Oh, Jacob Black. That name sounds familiar." You reply and give him your own name.

"You're Bella's sister." Jacob states but his voice still held a bit of confusion.

You awkwardly chuckle. "Yeah, that's me." The intense way he's looking at you has you slightly uneasy. "How do you know Bella?"

"We. . ." he clears his throat, finally averting his gaze from you. "We're friends. I live on the reservation. Charlie and my dad are best friends."

Trying to remember your childhood with Charlie, nothing comes up. When your parents split, initially you lived with him. But being a small kid alone at night while he was working wasn't really ideal. After a while it was decided that you should be with Renee and Bella. It must have seemed like the best option. Honestly you were screwed with either parent.

"Since you've been in the loop," from your peripheral you notice a waiter carrying around a tray of drinks (thank god they were serving alcohol before the ceremony) "what is Bella's fiancee like?"

That sours his face. Jacob doesn't bother to try and hide his dislike for this guy that was marrying your sister. His lips squirm but he couldn't conjure any positive words. "He's. . . well, I don't trust him."

"Why? Does he mistreat her?"

"Well-"

"Oh!" You smile when you connect the dots. "You like Bella, don't you?"

He's slightly loud now. "No!! No, I-I don't like her. I mean, I did, but not anymore, obviously."

Was it obvious though? The way he was yammering on made it all too obvious that he still had feelings for her. You watch him suffer, occasionally taking a sip of your champagne. When he winds himself out, he mutters one more apology. Jacob's face a beet red. You just chuckle.

"No need to apologize. Guess it was my bad. I don't know much about Bella. We've never been close. I was just curious."

Around you, the flow of guests was starting to congregate to the backyard. "I think it's time." You take one more sip and set aside your champagne flute.

At the reception, you again find yourself outside on the front porch. Her husband (and his family) were quite honestly the most beautiful people you'd ever set your gaze on. And they seemed to genuinely love Bella. You just hope that her marriage lasts longer than any of Renee's.

Next to you on the front step was another cocktail. Your fingers were occupied with holding up your cigarette. Watching the slow dance of the smoke curling upward. It was a beautiful evening, you'd give them that.

Having said hello to Charlie a few minutes ago, all of your duties here were over. You'd stay in the little rinky dink motel that Forks has tonight then head back to your actual home.

Snuffing out the stubby remnants of your cigarette, you toss back the rest of your drink and fish your phone out of your jacket pocket.

You're about to call a taxi before you hear the creaking of the porch's floorboards behind you. Twisting around to see Jacob Black leaning against the wooden column. "Heading out so soon?"

All honesty, he was cute. A year or two younger than you, Jacob was like a giant in comparison to Bella's now husband. More muscular too.

"Yeah. I have to go back to work the day after tomorrow." You won't tell him just how eager you were to return even if that meant you had to work. Anything was better than be surrounded by strangers. "I have a motel room for the night though. Gonna call a taxi."

"I can give you a ride, if you want. It'll probably take a taxi time to get up here." Jacob looks down the narrow, winding road that was the only one to lead up to the Cullen estate.

"Really?"

There's a ripple of relief in his gaze and the spreading of his smile. "Of course. You wanna go now?"

Arching a brow, you look around him to the front door where inside was the warmth of celebration. "You don't want to stay?"

His nose scrunches up. "Nah. There's nothing left for me in there."

Weird way to put it but you shrug it off and follow Jacob to a little red Volkswagen car that, while being on the older side of vehicles, appeared to be well maintained. Definitely didn't match any of the other fancy looking cars lining the Cullen's driveway. You're surprised they didn't hire a valet.

Pure magic the way Jacob maneuvers his car around all of the others without hitting any of them. Watching it made you nervous so you'd squeezed your eyes tight, listening to Jacob chuckle.

A good thing about Forks was that it wasn't a big town. And the motel was the only local one in the town.

"I appreciate this. Can I give you money for gas?" You lean back into the worn cushions of the seat.

"Don't worry about it." He just waves you off. The lightness in his voice doesn't match the anxious drumming of his fingers against the wheel. You frown at the behavior, tucking it away in the back of your mind. Your nature was to be untrustworthy of people. Especially those you've just met.

"Why did you go to Bella's wedding?"

"Because she invited me. And. . . as much as I hate him, Bella's still my friend."

That was sweet but the ceremony must have been a dagger in his heart, another reminder that the girl he loved could never be his.

'Why did you go to her wedding? You looked like the whole thing was actual torture." Jacob turns your question against yourself. "You even said that you aren't close with Bella."

"Obligation. My mother paid for a plane ticket to come to the wedding without my knowledge. Really laid that guilt heavy when she said the ticket was expensive." You roll your eyes when you remembered that phone call. "And I guess it's the least I can do as the older sister. Just show up."

A lull in conversation settles until Jacob brings up "So you probably won't be coming back any time soon. . . That's a shame. . ."

You shrug. "There really isn't a reason for me to stay. My life isn't here."

The drinks you previously consumed were beginning to make your tummy warm and your morals. . . well, loose. You start really taking in Jacob's side profile, his defined cheekbones and full lips. The muscles that are roped in his neck. Were you really entertaining the idea of sleeping with Bella's sloppy seconds?

You bite your bottom lip, fighting against the ache you feel between your legs. It had been a while since you'd last had a good rutting. But you felt that this guy, no matter how sexy he appeared, was a virgin. That was something you didn't want to deal with. You wanted a man who knew what he was doing.

Reigning in your drunk horniness, you turn your head to stare back out the window. No, you definitely didn't want to have another reason to come back here.

Quiet the rest of the way to the motel, you watch the neon sign grow closer as Jacob pulled into the pebbly parking lot. You stretch and grab your bag from between your feet.

"Thanks again for the ride. Are you sure you don't want any money for gas?"

Why did he look like a sad puppy?

"Like I said, it's alright. But. . . Can I get your number instead?"

You feel your brows shoot up and you know you must have a ridiculous expression. "My number? What for?"

His cheeks tinge with warmth as Jacob peels his eyes away from you. Yup, definitely a virgin.

"I'd. . . I'd like to get to know you." Was all he could mumble out.

Damn he was making it too easy for you.

An impish curl to your lips. "You can still get to know me. Want to come inside for a little bit?" The implication was too obvious that even Jacob was able to catch on your meaning.

Poor thing is stammering, conflicted with saying yes but the sweet part of him wanted to reject your offer. You really didn't think he would agree but enjoyed the shock he got from your words.

Letting him sit in the car perplexed, you open the car door and bid him goodnight.

It only took a second before you heard footsteps right behind you. You felt his body heat at your back when you open your motel room door. The lights were still on, the way you left them, at least casting a warm glow over the meager furniture in the room. You set your bag down on the chair and finally turn around to face Jacob.

He's blushing terribly, unable to hide his nerves and you take pity on him.

"You can sit down, ya know." you chuckle and he obediently sits on the edge. "You said you wanted to get to know me more, right?" Crouching down, you open the mini fridge that the motel offered. Having already stashed away some items you bought at the liquor store. Fingers crack open the can.

Jacob's gaze fires something inside of you. His blush was intense but it didn't compare to the heat in his eyes. A small blush of your own actually tinges your face. "Yeah. I did. Like what's your favorite color or your favorite food?" His smile would flood any girl's panties.

You hide your giggle by taking a sip from your can. "Hmm, those are real stumpers." The more the both of you joked around, the more tension that leaves Jacob's frame. Sitting next to him he's now comfortable enough to scoot closer to you so that your bodies are pressed together.

In a rather sneaky way, Jacob had stolen your can of beer and was drinking from it too. Well, now you couldn't have him driving back home tonight with a good conscious.

And just as the alcohol was starting to warm him too, his hands grew bold and traveled from resting on your thigh to your waist and higher until you were pressed against his chest. Jacob's kiss overflows with passion and lust that completely takes your breath away. He's definitely kissed before, that much was certain.

His skin nearly scalds under your fingers as they find themselves gripping the soft cotton material of his button up.

This was a new Jacob that you hadn't seen. Was he keeping this part hidden deep down all along?

Hot hands hike up the hem of your dress, impatient to rove the skin of your upper thighs. He palms the soft, squishy flesh of the insides of your thighs before pausing near the elastic band of your panties. He's groaning to himself, knowing what lay beyond the flimsy fabric. Just to verify for yourself, you grind yourself against the tent of his pants. Jacob shivers and given your unvoiced permission, his fingers pull aside your underwear.

His face is hidden in the crook of your neck, lips nipping at the juncture of your jaw. It makes your head tilt back to give him more access. Jacob growls in appreciation, thick fingers playing with your wet pussy lips. You squirm, wanting him inside of you but he was strong and kept you at bay. If this was indeed his first time then Jacob was in no rush. Like he wanted to memorize through the touch of his fingers each intimate part of you.

Nose nuzzling the soft skin of your throat, inhaling deeply. A finger grazes over your swollen clit making you jump from the sudden contact. Your little whine just makes his cock harder. Jacob chokes on his own moan and glides over your clit again.

Most men wouldn't even know where the clit is. Especially virgins. Jacob seemed to find it right away and liked how this small button of nerves could send you into a spasming fit.

As much as you want to regain control, your head is swimming from the attention he's giving your body. Eager hands and lips.

Jacob becomes slack jawed when he finally inserts a finger past your sopping folds. "Oh fuck"

He keeps whispering 'fuck fuck fuck' as his finger slides in and out, helped by your pooling arousal coating it. Your mewling is cut short though and turns into a cry of dismay when he removes his hand completely to examine his glistening digits. Bringing it up his lips, he sniffs it and you swear a dark possessiveness seizes his expression. Jacob licks his fingers and thumb clean.

While he's distracted, you scramble to fling your clothes off; skin burning up with desire. When you look back at him, his eyes are now glued to your naked form.

"Come on. You're turn." You grin and lean back against the pillows on the bed.

So obedient, Jacob nearly rips his shirt to shreds. The buttons were but an obstacle to him now.

Boy were you delighted to see his sculpted body. His abs and cum gutters that were oh so prominent. And once his pants were removed-

How was this guy still a virgin??

You've been with your share of men, but none of them had a cock as thick as a beer can. Damn near hypnotized watching it as he crawls on the bed and slots himself in between your open legs. Something animalistic on his face as he grabs your legs and throws them over his broad shoulders. Going by pure instinct, the bulb of Jacob's cock is dragged along your begging slit, experimentally bullying the tip inside.

Once he had the tip in, he snaps his hips harshly, piercing you and stretching out the walls of your pussy with his thick cock.

Now you're the one chanting 'fuck fuck fuck' repeatedly as he gives you no time to adjust. Now that he's inside of you, Jacob can't help but devour you entirely. Fingers digging into your plush skin as he holds onto you tightly. The tight squeeze your pussy offered his cock was driving him inside so that he mercilessly pounded into you. You enjoy every second, every ram his cock tip dealt your cervix. It was impossible for a virgin to fuck you this good and this dumb but there you were just a screaming mess. Absolutely no thoughts in your head, only focusing on the stretch the width of his cock gives you.

You try your best to buck against him, to reciprocate every pleasure he gave you but it was laborious to keep up with him. So you just let him use you as a fuck doll.

You wanted to be fucked into oblivion.

Jacob had a rude awakening the following morning, not just due to the slight headache that was ringing in his brain, but because when he reached over for the warm body he thought was next to him there was only cold bed sheets.

He peels his eyes open to find the bed completely empty besides himself. There was a piece of paper with black inked writing. It had an apology. You were running late to your flight and apologized.

But no number.

Staring at it for a moment, Jacob sighs, running a hand over his face. He just couldn't believe what he'd done last night. Worse was you'd left no number.

Really, he couldn't help himself once he'd imprinted on you. That was sealing the fate of the night. Especially when he smelled your arousal. Fuck, he was just hoping to be invited to stay with you. Though he didn't quite believe it at first when you'd offered him to come inside your room. He would've done anything in the moment to stay a little longer with you.

The alcohol wasn't what really urged him on once he got going, it was the wolf in him. To claim and. . . Jacob blushes to admit it, but to breed too. All instinctual, of course. He wasn't ready for kids and clearly you weren't either. But that's what his wolf was howling at him to do.

It was embarrassing to admit that at the end of the day, his wolf really did control him.

He runs away from his own thoughts by reading your note again, overly focusing on the lack of number. Anxious thoughts sweep him up in a smashing wave.

Pressure upon his chest makes him feel like he can't breathe. Repressing the urge to shapeshift into a stronger form that would allow him to really express the anguish he was feeling. It hurt when Bella rejected him. The hurt had stayed with him up until he'd spotted you.

He thought it cruel kismet that you turned out to be Bella's sister. Who would blame him though? No one has seen you in Forks since you were small. And Bella never spoke of you either. To him, you'd only been an urban legend with only a handful of pictures as shaky evidence.

This explains everything though. Why he was drawn to Bella. She would eventually lead him to who he really belonged with. You.

The animal in him gnashes it's teeth together, growling for it's imprintee, it's mate.

If only Jacob knew.

Find her.

Find her.

Find her.

A constant bark in his mind until he leapt from the bed and got dressed. He couldn't silence it until he obeyed. Finding his cellphone drained of battery. Jacob curses his past self for not charging it prior to the wedding. He'd have to wait to call Bella and hopefully she would answer on her honeymoon.

You frown at the unknown number that had your phone ringing. Since you were at work, you ignore it.

At first.

Four more calls sets you at your limit until you excuse yourself and go into the hall to answer it. "Hello?"

"You're a piece of work, you know that?! Showing up to my wedding without speaking to me for years?!"

"You invited me! And mom made me!" You snap, knowing who it was. Bella. What was she doing calling you? She was supposed to be on her honeymoon with her perfect husband. Renee must have given her your number. "What is it? What's so important that you pulled me away from work?"

"How could you do that to Jacob? You fuck him a-and then just leave without anything?!" You remember that stutter from childhood. It always got worse when Bella was upset.

Grinding your molars, you make sure to lower your voice so you weren't heard from your coworkers. "I left a note explaining that I would be late to my flight."

You hear her derisive scoff "But no contact information! Was he just a fling to you? A-A boy toy?!!"

The laugh left you before you could stop it.

"You think this is funny?!"

Cackling now, you have to take a deep breath to settle yourself. "Oh my god I don't think I've heard anyone say that in years!"

That adds heat to her tone. "You can't use people like that!!"

"I didn't use him. For god's sake Bella, we had a good time and that was that. I told him I didn't have anything left in Forks. Gave him plenty of opportunities to leave. I didn't force-"

"He-he REALLY likes you. And you just tossed him aside! That night meant more to him than you could possibly know!"

Maybe you should have been more considerate. But your jaded side was strong, having been fucked over by guys one too many times before. Some of them virgins too. Fuck you didn't want to say Bella was right.

"He can't be that upset that I dashed without leaving him a number. We hardly know each other. He'll find someone else now that he has the confidence that he could even get a girl."

Bella goes silent for a moment. You hear soft whispers in the background, most likely Edward. She returns to you with a frustrated huff. "Look, just- please call him or better yet go see him. I've never expected much from you, but you have to see him again. Please."

This was the only thing she's really asked for from you.

You called him when you got home, heavily apologizing because it was most possibly the best sex of your life if you were being completely honest. And he deserved an explanation on why you'd left without giving him your number. "It wasn't anything you did, really. I'm just kinda a shitty person. I'm really sorry. . . I should've been more empathetic. I remember when I lost my virginity-"

"Oh god. Th-that's not the reason why I wanted your number. I didn't just want to screw you. I. . ." You listen to him gulp. Jacob takes a deep breath. On the other end, unbeknownst to you, was Jacob pacing back and forth at a rest stop near where your city was in. He'd never meant for it to sound like he was tattling to Bella and butt-hurt. All he asked was for your number before she countered demanding a reason why. He was completely honest with her. She blew up at him over the phone to the point he had to hold his cellphone at arm's length. Bella hung up immediately once she was done. Probably to call you. Apparently she hadn't told you about the whole wolves and imprinting thing.

Using what scent was left on his shirt, he'd strapped his shorts and shirt to his leg and shifted to his wolf to track you down. It may have been extreme, but by the time he'd gotten Bella to answer her phone he was already at his wit's end. He knew he may have come off as a creep by doing this. This was an itch he desperately needed to satisfy. The wolf in him demands to know where you'd gone.

He couldn't say that to you. That would make him sound downright demented.

"I would just really like to know you. For real. Not just your favorite color or food. I want to know that too, but I want to really know you." God did he sound lame? Jacob thought what he just said was totally lame.

"You sure? You may not like what you find." There's a hint of sadness.

"I'm positive."

Setting up another date, you put down your phone with a tender smile. Maybe. . . Maybe this wouldn't be like all the other times. He sounded sincere. And no one else has gone to the trouble of getting your number from anyone.

You just hope you weren't making a big mistake.

Grabbing your cigarette and lighter, you head outside onto your small porch.

You put it between your lips while your thumb fumbles with the lighter's sparkwheel. A crunching sound a few feet away from you makes you pause. The cigarette falls from your lips as you stare into large brown eyes stare at you from a break of trees. Russet fur was highlighted by the street light that was near. You didn't think wolves were capable of growing to such a size. This thing was gargantuan.

There's not an air of danger around it. The wolf merely wags it's tail, snout shaping into what you could only describe as a grin before it pads back off into the night.

You smile to yourself. "Wow."

It was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen.

Perhaps a good omen.

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[kimvante2013]

『𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬』 변우석

summary: The feelings between you and your best friend are far from over.

Genre: best friends to lovers,little bit of angst,Byeon Woo Seok x fem!reader,drabble

author notes: After months I came back, today I bring you a drabble about the love of my life, also because I saw "Lovely runner" and I liked it a lot so I got a little inspiration from there, well I hope you enjoy this and later I will bring more about Sun Jae and Woo seok since I don't see many people writing about them, take care and good night :)

Word count: 1089k

The soft ping of my phone broke the quiet hum of my apartment. A message from Woo-seok.

“Hey y/n, do you want to come to my house later? I need to write some lines for my new drama, “Lovely Runner”. You know, the usual, being my personal script coach and all that stuff.”

I smiled, imagining Woo-seok's signature goofy smile. It was almost endearing how he never seemed to take his acting career seriously, even though he was on the verge of becoming a major star. He was still the same goofy, clumsy boy he'd known in high school, the one who always made me laugh.

“Sure, I'll be there in an hour. "What time are you free?" I replied and let the tea sit while he prepared it for me.

An hour later, I found myself outside Woo-seok's elegant apartment building, the imposing structure a stark contrast to the cozy, modest apartment we used to share as roommates in college.

He greeted me with a wide, welcoming smile and a playful push, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filling the hallway. "You're late," he teased, pushing me inside.

"Traffic," I lied, my cheeks heating up under his gaze. Despite knowing him for years, my heart still pounded when he looked at me like that. He always had this way of making me feel seen, like I was the only person in the room.

His apartment was a testament to his success, modern and elegant, with a wide view of the city skyline. But I still felt at home, filled with the familiar warmth of his presence.

"Let's go to my room," he said, leading me to a well-lit space filled with scripts, props, and a comfortable chair.

"Okay, so this scene is where I first meet my love interest, played by the beautiful, talented, and incredibly charming Ryu Sun-jae," Woo-seok began, his voice dropping to a playful whisper.

I couldn't help but laugh. He was very dramatic, even when he talked about his own work. But his enthusiasm was infectious and I found myself immersed in the story. He ran through the lines, his voice shifting seamlessly between playful banter and sincere emotion.

He was good, really good. He poured his heart and soul into every word, into every gesture, making me forget that he was just watching a friend rehearse.

And this is where I'm supposed to make a grand entrance, you know, like a knight in shining armor. "But I think he's too exaggerated," he muttered, pulling a crumpled script from the table.

"No, I think he's perfect," I said, surprised by my own conviction. "He is your character, it is what makes him unique."

Woo-seok looked at me with a flash of surprise in his eyes. 'Actually? So you think?

"Yes," I nodded, trying to ignore the way his gaze lingered on me. There was an unspoken connection between us, a bond forged over years of shared laughter, dreams, and late-night chats.

'What do you think he should do here?' He asked, pointing to a particularly difficult line.

'Hmm, maybe try it with a little more vulnerability?' I suggested, my voice softening as I realized how closely I was studying his face.

He nodded, frowning in concentration. He walked the line again, this time with a raw emotion that resonated deeply within me.

"Wow," I sighed, genuinely impressed. 'That's perfect. You captured the uncertainty, the fear, the longing for acceptance. It is brilliant.'

Woo-seok's smile was brighter than the city lights outside. 'You're the best, Y/n. You always know how to make me feel better about my work.

We continued rehearsing until the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the room. As we worked, it felt like we were falling back into the comfortable rhythm of our old college days, time blurring into a cozy, shared memory.

"I think I'm a little hungry," Woo-seok said, breaking the silence. 'How about we order some food?'

"Sounds good to me," I agreed, feeling a warmth spread through me.

While we waited for our food, we sat on the floor and flipped through old photo albums. Laughter filled the room as we recalled silly moments from our past, each image a window into our shared history.

The delivery boy arrived, bringing with him the aroma of spicy noodles and sizzling dumplings. We ate in comfortable silence, enjoying the food and the company.

Later, while we were cleaning, Woo-seok turned to me and his eyes met mine. 'You know, Y/n, I'm so lucky to have you in my life. You have always been there for me, through thick and thin.

I smiled, my heart swelled with warmth. 'Me too, Woo-seok. You are my best friend and I will always be there for you.

He reached out and took my hand, his touch sending a shiver down my spine. "I know," he said, his voice low and sincere. "And I'm grateful for that."

For a moment, we stood there, hands clasped and the silence filled with unexpressed emotions. The city outside glowed like a distant dream, but all he could see was Woo-seok, his eyes containing a depth that he knew he couldn't ignore forever.

“I should probably head home,” I finally said, my voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded and his gaze stopped on my face. "Yeah, I guess you should."

I pulled away, my heart aching with a mix of longing and apprehension.

"I'll see you around, Woo-seok," I said, forcing a smile.

"Yes, definitely," he replied, his voice laced with a hint of disappointment.

When I left his apartment, I couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed between us. The line between friendship and something more had blurred, and I wasn't sure I was ready to cross it.

I had always valued our friendship and the thought of risking it for something uncertain made me sick to my stomach. But the warmth of his touch, the intensity of his gaze, and the way he made me feel so seen had awakened a longing inside me that I couldn't ignore.

The lights of the city blur as I walked, my mind replaying the events of the night. I knew I needed time to process everything, to discover my feelings. But one thing was certain: the bond between Woo-seok and I was deeper than simple friendship, and I knew, with a certainty that made my heart ache, that our story was far from over.

[myokk]

✨MASTERLIST✨

(fanart, longfics, oneshots)

Welcome to my blog!!! Here is my masterlist of ALL of my little sketches, artwork, writing, and general brainrot related to Hogwarts Legacy💘

🌿 - Madeleine / Maddy / myokk

🌱 - AO3

🌿 - likes and follows come from my main blog, @oerflink, because this is a sideblog (🥲)

🌱 - Eloise Babbit, my MC and basically the whole reason for this blog🫶 I don’t necessarily view her as the game’s MC, as my fic is quite canon-divergent and she is sweeter than the evil gremlin I played in-game😆💓 [link to her character sheet]

🌿 - my art tag🫶🫶🫶 here you can see basically every drawing I've done since joining the fandom!

Writing:

Before It Felt Like A Sin (AO3 / tumblr - ongoing)

Sebastian Sallow x F!MC, canon divergent, longfic, wip, dual pov Eloise/Sebastian

Summary: Eloise never wanted to be different.

And yet, her differences are what have defined her life up until this point: growing up as a squib in one of the most prominent wizarding families, being exiled to muggle society, and then attending Hogwarts at the age of sixteen.

She finds herself thrust into the life she should have been prepared for from birth but was denied. As she navigates this new life and her new precarious position in her family, she must come to terms with the fact that maybe what she dreamed of her whole life isn't turning out how she ever expected it would.

Tags: slow burn, angst, magical theory, mythology references, pureblood culture, occlumency, legilimency, hurt/comfort, family dynamics, eventual romance, eventual smut, sacrificial magic, blood magic, dark magic rituals, implied/referenced child abuse

[coming soon] - an excerpt from the Ominis longfic I’m working on💘

Oneshots:

clumsy (AO3 / tumblr)

pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

word count: 9,1k

rating: E

summary: sebastian is clumsy.

or: two stubborn brats make things more difficult than they have to be.

cw: fluff, mutual pining, idiots in love, two really stubborn idiots in love to be exact, sir cadogan guest appearance, anne and imelda are the gremlin best friends every girl needs, smut (18+ ONLY), oral (f. recieving), no y/n

legilimency (AO3 / tumblr)

pairing: Ominis Gaunt x F!MC

word count: 1,7k

rating: m (language)

summary: (His parents and Marvolo insist it’s a gift handed down from Slytherin himself, just like the Parseltongue Ominis despises. It is not. It is a curse.)

or: The Gryffindor student has caught on that Ominis can read her thoughts and decides to get her revenge.

tags: ominis is a natural legilimens, he is entirely too introspective, fluff, no y/n

remembering the snow (AO3 / tumblr / tumblr (old))

pairing: Imelda Reyes x Poppy Sweeting

word count: 3,3k

rating: G

summary: Imelda remembers the first time she saw snow.

Her parents always started the story telling her that she cried and cried and cried.

or: a character study on Imelda and how she grew up because I love her & she doesn't get enough appreciation :)

tags: character study, fluff, romance, first kiss, emotional hurt/comfort, I just wanted to write a sweet story & explore Imelda as a character

Illustrated scenes:

(aka where I illustrate little scenes from my longfic and oneshots💓)

🌿 - the summer before Sebastian and Anne’s first year at Hogwarts🥺💓

🌱 - Sebastian hates Eloise’s guts😳

🌿 - Eloise is really, really bad at chess😔 (this scene always makes me laugh SO MUCH)

🌱 - right after the pensieve scene🫶🫶🫶

🌿 - Eloise and Sebastian’s first kiss😇😇😇

🌱 - some angst after their first kiss😇😇😇

🌿 - sebastian overthinks things a lot😔

🌱 - an excerpt from my oneshot, clumsy💘

🌿 - another scene from my clumsy 🫶 I really love writing Sebastian’s pov & this was just so much fun to paint and write😫💓

🌱 - Eloise and her mother😔

🌿 - Eloise is NOT flustered by Sebastian😤

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Hi, I’ve fallen deeply in love with your Donna/Reader stories, thank you for keeping us well fed with it. If it’s okay, could I request some fluff where a clumsy Reader accidentally fractured a limb or smth like that, and Donna is trying her best to make sure they recover but her way of caring is overwhelming, to the point she doesn’t let Reader do anything because they might hurt themselves again, and Reader just needs some room to breathe.

Yesss!!!! Thanks for your support, and for your request!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!!! :))))))

Your hopeless clumsyness

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Fluff,

Word count: 8,447

Summary: Maybe she's a bit overwhelming...

N/A: Yeah, I'm back!!! Sorry for the waiting!!!! As always, sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :))

“It was funny…” you sighed, taking a last sip of your glass of wine like every night.

The woman in black looked up but her smile did not adorn her face.

“It doesn't seem like it to me, tesoro,” she whispered, shaking her head, with a sad look that made you frown.

“Why?” you asked curiously, leaning forward, without losing that romantic and almost amused look.

“Something could have happened to you, (Y/N),” she said, with a cold and dark tone, accentuating her displeasure after one of your thousand anecdotes.

“Oh, no, no, it was just a fall down the hill, the snow cushioned me,” you explained with a slightly more serious tone, downplaying it with a gesture of your hand. “Nothing happened to me… Well, I had some injuries but nothing serious, it was worth it.”

“Was it worth it to fall off a hill?” the lady asked, her voice cracking from the coldness with which you spoke of one of your countless dangerous situations.

“Hey, it wasn't my fault... I tripped on a root and...” you said hastily, putting your hands in front of your body.

“You should watch where you step, it's not the first time you've told me something like that,” she whispered, also drinking from her glass of wine. “Nor the first time I've seen you stumbling.”

You searched for some intelligent response to that comment, but you didn't have one. Almost everything that happened in your life was the product of an absurdly exaggerated innate clumsiness.

In fact, the change that your life went through was also due to one of your lapses.

In that sinister village it was difficult to stand out, to differentiate yourself from the flock, faithful to Mother Miranda and the Black Gods. You all had the misfortune of being born in that place, of living protected by those black wings, by those characters that, if it were a horror novel, would be called monsters.

Living quietly was one of the advantages of that horrible place. Nobody bothered you. Nobody made your life different. Everything was a tedious dark passage in which your souls in pain walked aimlessly.

Where to? Nobody knew. For what purpose? To serve the deities.

Daughter of humble farmers, you never had the desire or concern to know what would happen if you stood out, if you stuck your head out above the crowd.

But even if you didn't want it, the Gods intended to make you shine, to make all eyes turn to you in the most unordinary way, of course. Since you were very young, you had problems with the little things in life. Ordinary actions like walking, jumping, running... They were special occasions for the clumsy (Y/N) to draw everyone’s attention.

But, even if your clumsiness was a flaw, you never saw it that way. The smile always adorned your face and conformity gave you the peace of mind you needed to move on with your boring life. No matter how many times you fell, you always got up, you always laughed at yourself to prevent others from doing the same.

That time when you felt that you were truly in danger, was the turning point that changed your tedious life forever.

After one of Mother Miranda's special masses, you made your way through the crowd as always, without the slightest care. The blow wasn’t long in coming; a sudden stumble against something black stopped your hurried steps.

You expected a villager's scolding, a reprimand from some older person for your lack of care but, when you looked up, you froze completely.

You hadn't hit an old man or some poor farmer, no, your body had decided to crash into a dangerous woman, into one of the four pillars that supported Miranda’s cult.

Four Lords, four authorities guarded and protected the village. You were always afraid of them, like the rest of the villagers. You always kept away from them until that day, the day when your clumsiness disturbed the slow and ghostly walk of the lady in black, of the doll maker, Donna Beneviento.

Not all the apologies could save you from a punishment for your clumsiness. You remembered the words of your parents, those words that warned you that one day your carelessness would have consequences.

The lady's veiled head turned to you slowly and you squeezed your eyes shut, praying that at least you would have a dignified end unlike the legends that spoke of the fools who dared to cross her lands.

You clasped your hands together and your dry mouth couldn't properly utter an apology. The laughter of the Angie doll seemed like the last sound you were going to hear.

The end never came.

The cold of that morning ran through your skin as the lady walked away with a strange gesture. You sighed in relief at that luck, at not having offended that dangerous woman.

One more anecdote or so you thought, one more episode in your innumerable list of accidents. It wasn't like that.

Without knowing exactly how, you began to meet the lady in black more frequently.The black veil covering her face danced every time she moved to look at you longer and longer, with increasingly slower steps.

You would be lying if you said that this woman never made you curious. In fact, she was the only Lord of whom you knew nothing but rumors and legends. A monster, a horrible deformity… The words that described Lady Beneviento were few and terrible, enough to make your legs tremble when she was near.

These encounters led to silent, whispered and seemingly unimportant conversations.

The woman in black spoke through her doll asking you questions about yourself, prying into your life without any qualms. After all, you were a villager, she was a Lord.

In a surprising way, you yourself began to find comfort in these exchanges of words. You began to wish for them to happen.

The sweet, hoarse, melodic sound of her voice pierced the high walls of your heart, that protection you had against stupid crushes. It didn't take Donna any work to break down those walls, to pass through them and land on your chest.

Maybe it was the lavender in her perfume, those thin and seemingly soft hands or her honeyed accent... You didn't know why, but it didn't take long for you to fall in love with her.

That feeling conditioned your future encounters. The distance that separated you two was getting smaller and smaller and the scenery that surrounded you stopped being the cold village to become the old walls of that mansion.

The black veil disappeared as a final step in that strange relationship you had formed. Donna was beautiful, a truly beautiful woman. No scar could ever shade the sparkle in that eye, the perfection of her features.

Your lips met slowly, wanting to do so but at the same time afraid of rejection. It was a feeling that disappeared as you deepened that kiss, as you said with a look, with a caress, that you were in love with each other.

The doll maker was a strange, sick and disturbed woman, but with her you felt safe, in her arms you felt that that you had found the reason for your clumsy existence: to share it with her.

“You're exaggerating,” you commented, crossing your arms amused.

Donna shook her head, with that look she always had when you talked about your past, about your funny and showy excursions to the mountains.

“Something could have happened to you and... I... I... I wouldn't have met you,” the lady murmured, slowly getting up to pick up the plates.

You smiled at that romantic comment, and you also got up, gently grabbing her hand and pulling it softly.

“Donna... You worry too much...” you said with a tender smile, cupping her pale and soft face with your hands and placing your lips softly on hers; a gesture that always caused the lady's tension to disappear while she followed the rhythm of your tireless kisses.

“If I didn't, I wouldn't love you, tesoro,” she whispered, lovingly grabbing the hands that held her face and lowering them to your waist. “If I lost you, I would...”

“Yes, I know, I know,” you said amused, rolling your eyes.

Again, she didn't move, her smile didn't match yours. Donna sighed, kissing you quickly before moving away from you and stacking the plates on the table.

“I'm going to pick this up,” she commented in a low voice. “When I get back we could read together, if you want.”

“Oh, yeah, sure,” you said, nodding and frowning. “Hey, wait, Donna, let me help you,” you whispered, moving closer to pick up one of the plates.

“No, it's not necessary,” she said, moving away from your attempt with a worried voice.

“Come on, honey, you've been cooking for me… Let me help you…” you said insistently picking up the glasses from the table and walking after her.

“No, no, you could hurt yourself,” Donna said, approaching you and juggling to pick up the glasses you were holding.

“Oh, please…” you sighed offended, crossing your arms and shaking your head. “I'm not useless.”

“I know, tesoro, but… What if you drop them on the floor?” she said, moving away before your surprised gasp attracted her again.

“Why would that happen to me? How pessimistic,” you joked, pretending to be offended.

“It happened to you yesterday,” Donna commented, with an amused smile, walking towards the elevator.

You blinked in complete defeat, sighing and hanging your head.

“Ugh, okay, but just for you to know, I’m not as clumsy as I look,” you hissed.

Well, you felt a bit of overprotection from the brunette, one that had enough reasons, but that was starting to tire you out.

“Okay,” she said with a sigh, winking at you and turning to walk towards the elevator. “Sit down, (Y/N), I’ll be right back.”

“Bah…” you sighed, turning to walk towards your reading corner. “Come on, it’s not like I’m that… Ouch!” you protested when, as you turned around, your face hit a wall, making you blush as you turned around embarrassed.

Luckily, Donna didn't see that bump on your nose, one you rubbed with your hand, cursing under your breath as you sat down on the small couch.

“I'm going to tell Donna…” a shrill, childish sing-song interrupted your moans. Angie, as always, was there to see what Donna couldn't, unfortunately. “Silly”

“I like you too, Angie,” you said ironically, with a nasal voice due to that crash, making your indignation grow more.

You knew Donna was like that, you knew that you were the only one who dared to love her, to not abandon her. You certainly couldn't blame her for wanting to protect you, but you were starting to think that maybe her attitude accentuated your flaws even more.

Exaggerated protection or something else? It was the question that danced in your mind when you were alone.

It was true that your clumsiness was about to cause you a lot of trouble, but the brunette's attitude was even more exaggerated than your parents'. Little by little, that feeling of living in cotton wool began to form a horrible word in your head: Distrust.

Donna's lack of faith in you was something impossible to believe given the circumstances, but you felt a lacking in the freedom you enjoyed before, no matter how comical the consequences were.

Fortunately, the lady returned shortly after and her kisses and soft caresses erased those horrible thoughts from your head; her hand was tangled in your hair while her gaze pretended to be fixed on her book, something you knew was not the case, since her mouth raised every time she saw you looking at her.

A small click interrupted your discreet and continuous kisses, kisses that said you had forgotten to read. Immediately after, darkness fell over you. The dim light that illuminated the room disappeared.

“Oh, wow…” Donna sighed, slowly separating from you and keeping a hand on your body. “The fuses.”

“Fuses?” you asked, slowly getting up, making the heat of her body fade in a slow and painful way. “Well, I don’t care…”

“I have to change them or we won't be able to use the elevator,” she said, slowly getting up to light one of the candles on the table before your disapproving look. “Stay here, tesoro. I'll be here right away.”

“Wait” you said, getting up too. “I'll do it, where are those fuses?”

“In the attic,” the lady said, pointing to the ceiling. “I'll go, (Y/N), it's dangerous.”

“Dangerous?” you protested unintentionally, bringing back to light the tension that had formed in your mind. “Come on, I just have to go up some stairs, let…”

“I said no,” Donna said with a dark, cold tone, one that made you step back. “Stay here.”

“Why? I'm just trying to help,” you complained, crossing your arms, letting out a bit of your frustration. “I said I'm going.”

“And I said you're not going, you could fall down the stairs, you don't know the house as well as I do,” she said in her defense. “What's wrong with you?”

“What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you, Donna?” you asked with a sarcastic tone, with a sad look. “I want to do something for once,”

“I don't need you to do anything, (Y/N), just being with me is enough,” the lady said, frowning.

“Of course, of course…” you sighed, shaking your head. “Donna, I'm sick of you thinking something's always going to happen to me. You don't let me clean because I could fall, you don't let me cook because gas is dangerous, damn it, you don't even let me make a damn tea,” you said, letting out your worries, maybe in a slightly abrupt way.

“I care about you, does it annoy you?” she asked, approaching in a threatening way, angry at the tone of your words.

“No, well, I don't know, Donna,” you said in a lower tone, fearing a crisis, one of those extremely painful moments when the lady in black lost her mind. “I'd like to feel like I'm useful at least for once.”

“You're useful to me, (Y/N),” she said, with a thankfully calmer tone. “But you're not careful with what you do.”

“Oh, the clumsy (Y/N) can't even take two steps without tripping, is that it?” you asked with an ironic tone, perhaps more childish than you intended. “Jeez, Donna... Trust me.”

“It's your fault for telling me all those horrible things that have happened to you,” she protested, also in a childish way. “I don't want anything to happen to you.”

“I understand, but I want you to trust me, okay? Just a little,” you whispered with a softer tone, lifting the lady's chin.

“I trust you, tesoro, but it's just that...” she sighed, resting her forehead on yours. “I don't want to lose you…”

“You won't lose me,” you said with a smile, kissing her quickly. “Let me fix the fuse, okay?”

“Mm, I don't know…” she sighed, kissing the back of your hand, thoughtful.

“Please,” you said with shining eyes, with the dim light accentuating that puppy look even more.

“Va… Va bene,” Donna murmured, unsure but nodding forcibly. “The, the fuses are in the attic. You have to find a trapdoor upstairs and…”

“Oh, yes, yes, I know where you mean,” you said excitedly, taking the candlestick and approaching the stairs. “The trapdoor next to the bathroom, right?”

“Y-Yes,” she said, following you slowly and placing a hand on your shoulder. “Please go up the ladder carefully.”

“Okay,” you said, slurring your voice in an exaggerated way as you started to climb, passing by the beautiful portrait of the lady. “Seriously, Donna, you look gorgeous in this painting.”

“Look ahead,” she said, laughing shyly at your compliment.

You laughed too, climbing carefully. As expected, you tripped on one of the steps.

“Shit…” you muttered as you lost your balance, but sighed in relief when you used the railing to keep from falling, looking at the source of that stumble. “Hey, I'm fine,” you said amused. “This carpet bar is loose,” you commented, bending down to illuminate the problem.

“Gods, (Y/N)…” Donna sighed, with a hand on her chest.

“See? Nothing happened,” you commented in a triumphant voice, walking down the hallway on the upper floor, shining light on the ceiling to look for the trapdoor.

The ladder was precarious, but surprisingly, you managed to climb up to the attic and grab one of the new fuses. There were no incidents; your ascent and descent were flawless. You couldn't help but feel proud of that.

“Donna, I got it!” you shouted with a smile, waving the fuse in your hand. “Where do I put it?”

The lady in black looked up at you from below, with a fake smile, shaking her head.

“The fuse box is in the guest room, with a bit of luck, that's the one that failed,” the brunette explained, pointing to the room behind you.

“Oh, luck is my last name,” you joked in a petulant tone, turning on your heels.

“Allow me to doubt that, tesoro," Donna said, laughing amusedly. “Be careful with…”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you said sighing, making a gesture with your hand to play it down. “Relax, honey, I feel lucky today.”

“That's what worries me…” she whispered, looking at you expectantly as you entered the old room.

“Oh, there you are,” you said, walking quickly to the old fuse box, opening it and confirming that it was the one that failed. “It was this one!” you shrieked, leaving the chandelier on the nightstand and removing the old fuse.

A spark startled you, but you kept your calm elegantly, inserting the new one and masterfully avoiding a second shock.

The light returned to the mansion and with it your triumph over the brunette's worries, something that you would rub mercilessly in her face for days, or that was your intention.

“What do you say now? The clumsy (Y/N) has done something dangerous and has come out unscathed,” you said proudly, leaning on the railing.

Donna laughed and shook her head.

“You've been lucky, that's all,” she commented mockingly.

“Blah, blah, blah,” you said, moving your hand to imitate her in an even more exaggerated way as you went around the railing, ready to go down the stairs. “Donna, I think you owe me an apology,” you said with your head held high, starting to go down. “You saw that I am capable of… Ah!”

A screech interrupted your victorious speech. The bar that was holding the carpet to the stairs, the one that was loose, made your foot trip hopelessly. You couldn't grab onto anything, since you didn't even look where you stepped, which caused a resounding fall along the stairs.

“(Y/N)!” the lady shrieked, running towards you and hastily bending down to get you up. “Gods, are you okay?”

“Yes, yes, it was just… A fall… I can get up by myself and…” you said with your body and pride hurt, trying to lean on the brunette to get up, something impossible, since when you put one of your legs on the floor, the pain was unbearable. “Ah, wait, wait, I can't.”

“Does something hurt?” Donna asked, visibly upset, slowly putting you down again. “Idiota, I told you that…”

“Hey, don't insult me, Donna…” you protested, waving your hands, pushing her overwhelming concern away from your body. “My leg…”

“Your leg? Let me, let me take a look,” the brunette said, ignoring your protests and lifting the skirt of your dress, gently running her hand over your skin, a hand that used to be sweet and soft, but that now felt like a thousand knives digging into your flesh.

“Ahhhhh! Stop, stop, don’t touch me!” you squealed nervously, hitting the floor with your fists. “It hurts!”

“I know, but…” she said nervously, not quite knowing what to do. “Gods… I’ll call Mother Miranda right away…”

“No, not her!” you protested, trying to control the pain. You certainly weren’t the raven woman’s most fervent supporter… “Sure, sure it’s nothing,” you whispered in pain, trying to stand up again, without success. “Oh, shit! Shit!”

“You probably broke it, (Y/N), stop complaining and stay here, I'll be back in a moment,” Donna said, getting up and running to the living room.

“Damn stairs…” you whispered, glancing at your aching leg and then at the step responsible for it.

“Everything okay, silly?” Angie asked, suddenly appearing in front of you. “Why are you sitting on the floor?”

“Angie…” you groaned as you watched the doll walk around you. “I'm not in the mood.”

“Did you fall?” she asked ironically, laughing out loud. “Clumsy, clumsy, you are a clumsy fool…”

“Yes, yes, thanks for your encouragement,” you hissed in pain, shaking your head.

“Where does it hurt? Here?”

“Yiaaaaah!” you screamed echoing off the walls as the puppet's hand landed on your injured leg. “Damn it, Angie!”

“Is that it? Wait, wait, I have to check,” the doll said, showing no mercy to your pain and touching you again with a wooden finger.

“Yiaaaah! You motherfu…!”

“Angie, basta,” Donna interrupted, causing the doll to move away with sinister laughter. “Hold on, tesoro,” she said, crouching down next to you and placing her hand on your leg again.

“Ahhh! Will you stop touching my leg!?” you screamed furiously, with tears of pain appearing in your bright eyes.

The lady retreated frightened, trying unsuccessfully to remain calm.

“Mother Miranda will come soon… Let me… Help you sit on the sofa…” she said, bending down to put your arm around her shoulders, painfully pulling you up.

The queen of the village, the high priestess, was quick to arrive and examine you despite your distrust. You knew what that woman would be capable of, you knew it perfectly. You didn't want to be a lycan.

“Mm, yes, it's broken,” the blonde woman commented after examining your leg with some kind of unknown power. You, unlike with Donna and Angie, swallowed your screams, focusing the pain on the brunette's poor hand. “It must have been a nasty fall, (Y/N).”

“Yes...” you murmured glancing sideways at the priestess, who was wielding a smile that could give anyone the creeps.

“I'm sorry, Donna, it seems that your little doll will have to rest for a while,” Miranda said in a velvety, ironic tone.

“Will she be okay?” the lady in black asked, caressing you gently, masterfully holding the strong grip of your hand in hers.

“Mm, I think so,” the witch commented, nodding disinterestedly, drinking some of the tea that her faithful adopted daughter had prepared for her. “She will have to be put in a cast but it’s not a serious matter, maybe in a couple of months she will recover.

“Two months?” you asked, shifting uncomfortably on the sofa and catching the attention of the blonde, who looked at you slowly, pretending that she didn’t feel contempt for a simple villager like you. “But, but, but… You, you are powerful, aren't you? Can't you heal me?”

“I can, but maybe you wouldn't like the results,” she said with a disinterested voice, accompanied by a fixed and chilling look. “I suppose that Donna doesn't either, am I wrong?”

“(Y/N), don't be rude,” the lady in black scolded you, looking fearfully at her mother. “Listen to Mother Miranda.”

“Donna, dear, call the Duke, we have to go to the laboratory,” the raven woman ordered.

“Of course, Mother Miranda,” Donna said, letting you go instantly to obey the blonde, leaving you uncomfortably alone with her.

“Poor Donna, you give her a lot of trouble, don't you?” the blonde commented amused, staring at you, a look you couldn't escape from.

“I'm not doing it on purpose, Mother Miranda,” you whispered, looking away and crossing your arms, protesting the pain.

“Mm, if you did… Well, your leg would be the least of your worries,” the witch hissed, resting her golden claws on your injured leg, comically making you endure a terrible cry of pain.

“Ah, shit…” you complained in a very low voice, with the sound of a satisfied laugh eclipsing your rudeness.

You had always boasted of your ability to avoid misfortunes. Although it was hard to believe, it was the first time you ended up with a broken limb, with your leg in a strange cast.

“Okay, let me help you…” Donna whispered, pushing the wheelchair that Miranda lent you towards the bedroom, putting your arm around her shoulders again and taking you in a chivalrous manner in her arms. “That's it…”

“Oh, wow,” you said amused, holding on tightly to Donna as she gently lowered you onto the bed. “I could get used to this…”

“Don't joke, (Y/N),” the lady said, helping you undress carefully, with a serious, cold look.

“I'm sorry,” you laughed, moving as best you could so the lady could put your pajamas on you. “Come on, say it.”

“Cosa?” she asked, focused on not hurting you. “What do you want me to say?”

“Come on, you're looking forward to it,” you said, already ready to sleep, dragging yourself with your arms towards the pillow. “Say that you warned me, that you were right…” you sighed, looking at the ceiling.

“What? No, tesoro,” Donna said, sitting next to you and lovingly playing with your hair. “I'm not happy about what happened to you, (Y/N)… I was so worried about you…”

“Well, you see it's nothing serious, I guess I need some rest and I'll be ready to change fuses again,” you said amused, making Donna laugh shyly and shook her head with a tired sigh.

“Just focus on recovering,” the lady said, fluffing your pillow so you were more comfortable and covering you in a motherly way, a gesture you thanked with a warm smile.

“Mm, with you by my side I'm sure I'll do it soon,” you sighed, relaxed by the painkillers, closing your eyes slowly.

“Don't doubt it, (Y/N), don't doubt it for a second,” Donna said with a nervous voice, as if she had been bothered by your innocent comment. “I'll take care of you, amore mio…”

“Great… That's all I need,” you murmured sleepily after receiving a loving kiss on the forehead along with a sigh. “Mm? Donna, aren't you coming to bed?” you asked as you felt her weight disappear from the mattress.

“I'll sleep in the office, I don't want to move and hurt you,” the lady explained, covering you well again while you protested with a childish whine.

“Donna… Donnie…” you stammered, moving your hand erratically to reach and caress her black dress.

“I've told you a thousand times not to call me…” she hissed, suddenly stopping talking, as if she had realized something. “I'm sorry, call me whatever you want, okay?”

“Sleep here with me, please…” you sighed, trying not to let sleep take over you. “Come on, please, I'm so cold without you…”

“Um, are you cold? Wait, I'll get another blanket and…” she said hurriedly, moving away from your clumsy grip on her dress.

“I want you to be my blanket,” you protested with a fake sob. “Come with me, Donna, please… You won't say no to wounded girl, right?” you joked, unable to open your eyes.

“I would never be able to do that, (Y/N),” Donna whispered, sighing in surrender, kissing the back of your sleeping hand and finally agreeing to your request, snuggling up to you under the sheets.

Being in the chair was a great impediment to your daily routine.

Normally with the morning light your body asked for love with Donna, a full breakfast and a relaxing walk through the grounds. The nice weather was always a reason to leave the darkness of the old estate, even if it was for a moment.

But your leg prevented you from doing so. After a somewhat different breakfast, lacking coffee and toast, the lady in black kept her promise to take care of you, helping you get dressed, moving to the chair.

Of course, you couldn't complain, but, after spending hours in the living room doing nothing but reading the same books over and over again, you were starting to get bored. You even played cards with Angie, something you normally refused to do.

“Uff,” you sighed, looking at the midday sun rays that seemed to mock you.

Donna, as always, worked on her dolls tirelessly, far from you, leaving her faithful doll responsible for your care, a bit of a risky idea.

“I'm going for a walk, ah!” you said as you turned the chair around, hitting your injured leg against the wall. “Damn chair…”

“Do you need help, silly, silly?” the doll asked, climbing onto your knees. “Where are you going?”

“Leave me alone, Angie, I'm going for a walk,” you said, moving the chair with effort across the room. “Angie!”

“I'm sorry, silly, but I'm afraid I can't let you do that,” the doll protested, getting down from the chair and locking the wheels. “Donna has ordered me to take care of you and that's what I'm going to do.”

“Oh, Gods…” you sighed, trying unsuccessfully to unlock the wheels. “Stop fooling around, I just want to take a ride around the grounds.”

“No,” Angie said, comically shaking her head.

Luckily, those couple of years you spent in the mansion made you know the weak points of that sinister puppet, or well, almost.

“Okay, Angie, tell me one thing: If Donna asked you to take care of me… why are you bothering me?” you asked, playing a mind game that rarely worked out well for you.

“Am I bothering you?” Angie asked, letting you know that your poor strategy was working. “Oh, wait…”

The doll quickly unlocked your chair, letting you move again with a satisfied smile towards the front door, managing to open it clumsily, but finding another obstacle in front of you.

“Oh…” you sighed when you saw the steps that separated you from a relaxing walk. “I don't think so…”

“Any problem?” the doll's mocking voice returned to your ears along with small steps on the wood.

“Yes…” you said, exhausted. “I can't go down… I'm going to ask Donna to help me.”

“You don't need to bother Donna for that, silly, I'm here,” Angie said with a cocky voice, walking behind your chair. “You want to go down there, right? I'll push you.”

“W-Wait,” you said, scared when the doll started to move your chair towards a sure fall. “Wait, Angie, wait… Not you.”

“Come on, silly, trust me,” she said laughing sinisterly, bringing you closer and closer to the stairs.

“No, no… Donna!” you screamed hastily as you saw how you lost your balance, about to fall down the stairs.

A strong tug on the chair stopped you from falling and behind you, the lady in black dragged you back, closing the door.

“(Y/N) what are you doing?” the brunette asked, turning the chair around and leaning towards you, caressing your cheek.

“Oh, Donna, thank you…” you said with a smile, one that she briefly returned. “I wanted to go out for a walk and Angie…”

“Angie!” the lady yelled furiously, causing the doll to run away in terror.

“What? I just wanted to help,” the puppet protested, comically taking refuge behind a table.

“It doesn't matter, Donna,” you said tenderly, redirecting the lady's attention to you. “Can you help me down the stairs? I'd like to take a walk around the grounds”

“No, not at all,” Donna said, shaking her head and pushing your chair into the living room quickly. “You can't move.”

“It's just a walk, nothing's going to happen to me,” you said, crossing your arms. “I need some fresh air.”

“No, what you need is to eat, (Y/N),” Donna corrected with a tender smile, touching the tip of your nose with her finger and going back behind you to push you towards the table. “That's it... Here...”

You looked at your steaming plate, closing your eyes. When you opened them, disappointment was the only thing you thought about.

“What’s this?” you asked, moving towards a clear and bland bowl of soup while the lady in black sat on a chair next to you.

“Soup,” she said indifferently, with a knowing smile. “Let's see...” she commented to herself, placing a napkin around your neck and getting a little closer to you.

“Soup? But Donna, today is Lasagna Wednesday...” you protested, trying to grab the spoon, something impossible, since her hand moved it out of your path.

“You have to recover, tesoro, I'm convinced that the soup it’s good for it,” she commented, bringing a spoonful to your mouth, one that you didn't see coming. “Is it too hot?”

“Um, no, but…” you said, shaking your head at the discomfort of her feeding you, something unimportant, for the moment… “But, nothing is wrong with my stomach, I can eat anything.”

“Shh, don't protest, amore mio, you'll see how good it feels for you,” she said with a tender smile, feeding you in a disturbing way. “Come on, open your mouth…”

“Hey, stop,” ​​you said, refusing to take another spoonful, grabbing her wrist. “I can eat by myself.”

“You shouldn't make unnecessary efforts,” she said, elegantly fighting your protests. “(Y/N)…”

“No, Donna, this, is excessive… Nothing is wrong with my arms, I can do it by myself,” you said annoyed by her insistence.

“You're acting like a child,” she said in a stern tone, with a cold look that made you groan and turn away from her attempts to feed you.

“Really?” you said, pointing at the napkin that covered your chest. “Maybe because I look like a child. Seriously, Donna, stop worrying that much.”

“That's what you said last night,” she whispered, dipping the spoon into the soup again.

You sighed, realizing that it was too strong an argument, besides, moving in the chair made your arms sore. Surely the lady in black felt guilty in some way, you couldn't be mad at her, she was right, after all.

“Oh, okay, okay, just for once,” you whispered, opening your mouth for her to continue feeding you with a satisfied smile. “This is weird…”

“Strano? Perché?” she asked, wiping you with the napkin, a gesture that made you shift uncomfortably. “I'm just taking care of you, it's my duty.”

“Yes, but... Well, you know what? It doesn't matter, thanks, Donna,” you said with a smile, forgetting that discomfort, seeing the sparkle in her eye, a sparkle full of love, of responsibility.

An excessive tenderness couldn't be bad, right?

You might think that maybe Lady Beneviento had never had that situation where someone depended on her and not the other way. You knew her past, her illness, the horrible things that happened to her family, how the poor gardener took care of her until… Well, that didn't matter.

You knew that it was something new for her, just like love before she met you. Taking care of the person you loved didn't just seem like a simple task to Donna, it seemed like something much more important, an act of unconditional love, a desperate attempt to show that she would always be by your side.

As the first day went by, you realized that this overprotective attitude was far from changing.

Dinner was exactly the same as lunch, a disturbing moment in which the brunette fed you as if you were… A doll. That was a fleeting thought at first, but as the days went by, it became stronger and stronger.

“I'll be right back,” you said an afternoon when you were reading next to her quietly in your chair. At least those caresses, those stolen kisses hadn't changed.

“Where are you going?” the lady asked, putting her book aside and looking at you almost fearfully.

“Um, to the bathroom,” you said with a shy smile, slowly moving your chair and looking away because of your blush.

“Oh, yes... Wait,” Donna said, getting up from the sofa and grabbing the chair handlebars again. “Let me help you.”

“Um, no, I can do it,” you said shaking your head, putting your hands on the wheels so the brunette couldn't drag it.

“No, you can't, tesoro, come on, I'll take you,” the lady said, gently slapping your hands and taking you to the elevator.

You rolled your eyes, resting your hands on the elevator doors.

“(Y/N),” the lady hissed, removing your hands with an annoyed, disturbingly motherly gasp. “Stop fooling around, will you?”

“I don't need help with… That,” you protested, crossing your arms helplessly. “I've been going to the bathroom by myself all these days.”

“Yes, without telling me,” she said, entering the elevator with you and pressing the button nervously. “What if something had happened to you?”

“What could happen to me in the bathroom?” you asked in a slightly angry, incredulous tone. “I manage fine, honey, I don't need you to…”

“A lot of things, (Y/N). You could slip and… Oh, Gods, you could hit your head, you could fall and…”

“Don't talk nonsense, nothing is going to happen to me, besides, it's, it's something private...” you murmured, letting yourself be carried through the dark basement corridors. “Really, Donna, I've already told you that I can do it alone.”

“And I've told you that I'm not going to risk anything happening to you,” she said in a petulant tone, while she lifted you up in a humiliating manner, uncomfortably freeing you from your underwear while she sat you on the toilet.

“This is humiliating...” you growled, shaking your head. “Do you mind leaving me alone?”

“Oh, certo,” she said, shaking her head with a shy smile, closing the door slowly. “Tell me when you're done.”

“Ugh, damn it,” you hissed protesting, dying of embarrassment, with your face completely red.

Completely refusing to need her help, you sat back down on the chair without difficulty, heading out the door.

“What are you doing?” Donna asked, waiting patiently outside the bathroom, grabbing your chair before you could escape again. “I told you to let me know.”

“And I told you I could do it alone,” you protested. “Hey, stop, I don’t need you to carry me.”

“You’re so stubborn,” she said, ignoring your protests. “Look at you, did you even comb your hair this morning?”

“What? What’s wrong with my hair?” you asked grumbling, crossing your arms as she led you to the bedroom.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it, my precious girl,” the lady said, leaving you in front of the vanity and adorning your cheek with a chaste kiss.

“Um, Donna, I think you're going too far,” you commented as she hummed happily while gently brushing your hair. “I don't need you to comb my hair.”

“Shh, amore mio,” she said softly in a disturbing whisper, kissing you again. “You have to look beautiful, mm? Beautiful for me…”

“Donna, you're scaring me,” you said frowning. “Have you taken your medication today?”

“What's with that unpleasant question? Shh, turn around…” she protested, her trembling hands manipulating your hair. “Of course I have.”

“Oh, okay…” you said when you felt a strong tug on your hair, one of the signs that indicated that the lady was nervous, something dangerous. “It's just that… I think, I think that you don't need to… Do so many things for me… I, I feel a bit overwhelmed.”

“Why? I just want to take care of you,” she said, softening her movements. “Is my love for you annoying?”

“What? Oh, Donna, don't start with your paranoia,” you said sighing. “I'm just saying that you don't have to... Comb my hair and feed me and...”

“Yes I have to,” she said in a brusque tone, tying your hair in a perfect ponytail, letting you look at yourself in the mirror. “Do you like it?”

“Um, yes but...” you said nervously unable to properly show her the reason for your discomfort.

“La mia piccola bambola...” she whispered, kissing you again, getting her lips on yours to stop your protests.

“Bambola?” you asked with a frown. “Did you call me doll?”

“Mm,” she said, nodding and resting her head on your shoulder, looking at your reflection in the mirror. “The most beautiful doll.”

“Oh, okay...” you sighed confused.

A broken doll? Was that what you were for her?

Your protests weren’t of much use, perhaps because you weren’t clear enough. Yes, you needed Donna’s help with certain things: getting dressed, getting out of bed, going to bed… But with everything else, you could do it on your own, something she didn’t understand.

Little by little, as time went by, that excessive care began to become more and more overwhelming. Donna was always taking care of you. She even stopped making her dolls to give you all her attention.

The tension increased, if only on your part. You felt more and more like a doll, and less like a human being. That overwhelming care was taking its toll on your health, which only made the situation worse. You had completely lost your independence, your freedom. At least that was the way your mind interpreted everything that was happening.

If only you hadn't gone to change that fuse...

“Careful, careful, (Y/N),” the lady said, helping you walk towards the sofa leaning on two crutches, something that your improvement allowed, but that, contrary to what you thought, didn’t serve to relax the brunette, rather the opposite. “I don't know why you insist on using those crutches. You could slip and break your other leg.”

“I'm much better, Donna,” you said with a fake smile, anger and tension masking your words. “I feel better like this.”

“Well, I don't,” she said, helping you to sit down. “You should keep using the chair.”

“That's what you'd like, right? No, thanks,” you protested, picking up the book you were reading, hissing in pain as you moved your still injured leg.

“Why do you say that? You're very grumpy lately, tesoro,” she said, sitting next to you and brushing a lock of hair away from your face.

“It must be that I didn't do photosynthesis today,” you said ironically, opening the book and ignoring the brunette's gaze. “Hey, where's Angie?”

“Oh, um, I deactivated her for a while, I think she was giving you nothing but trouble,” she explained, fluffing a cushion and placing it behind you in a motherly way, something you began to hate deeply.

“I never thought I'd say this but... I miss her,” you said sighing, hissing in pain as you held the book. Those crutches hurt your hands terribly.

“Wait, stop, let me help you,” she said, taking the book from your hands. “Okay, that's it...”

“You don't have to...” you protested, shaking your head.

“How about I read to you? You'll get less tired that way,” she suggested in an innocent way.

“No,” you said abruptly, snatching the book from her hands. “Don't you have to make your dolls?”

“N-No, I p-prefer to stay with you,” she stammered with a smile deformed by your abruptness.

“You know what? I don't want you to stay with me,” you said, without looking at her face. “I want to be alone, Donna.”

“But...”

“Is it really so hard for you to understand that I want some room? You haven't left me alone for a month, treating me like a baby, no, like a doll... Is that what I am to you? A broken doll?” you said angrily, leaving the book and crossing your arms.

“What? Why, why do you talk to me like that?” the lady asked with a sad look, controlling the tone of her voice. “Does it hurt?”

“No, it doesn't hurt! I can't breathe, you don't let me live, you don't let me breathe! I'm sick of you!” you screamed irrationally. “Leave me alone!”

“(Y/N)…” she whispered, surprised by your reaction. “I'm just trying to…”

“Take care of me? You just annoy me, Donna,” you growled, crossing your arms. “I want you to leave me alone, to stop making soup, to revive Angie, to things to be like before, is that too much to ask?”

“That's, that's what I'm trying to do, for you to recover and…” she said, blinking nervously.

“No!” you shrieked, gesturing with your arms. “What you're trying to do is turn me into a doll.”

“How can you say that?” Donna asked in a harsher tone, getting up from the couch. “I can't believe you're that ungrateful.”

“You bore me, Donna, leave me alone, I can do everything myself, I don't need you, do you understand?” you said in an unpleasant way. “Let me breathe.”

“I…” she murmured, nervous and confused, with tears in her eye that soon ran down her cheek. “I've done something wrong… I've let you down and… You'll leave me…”

“Stop talking nonsense, I just want you to stop treating me like a useless person,” you said, with that same arrogance. “Can you do it?”

“I, I love you, and… I don't want anything to happen to you and… Have I done wrong? What have I done? What…?” she said nervously, shaking her head and squeezing it in her hands. “I just wanted to take care of you…”

“Donna,” you said, relaxing your attitude when you saw her nervous. “Listen, Donna, I…”

“You can't leave me, you can't… You can't… You, you need me…”

“No, that's not true,” you said softer. “Not the way you think, honey.”

“No…! No…!” she shrieked, disappearing down the hall, finally leaving you alone.

Your contained rage forced you not to move, to read quietly as you wished, at least for a while.

The sun disappeared from the window and with the nightfall your thoughts relaxed. Yes, maybe Donna was overwhelming but… You loved her, you loved her just the way she was.

“I'm stupid…” you muttered, closing the book and picking up your crutches.

It was time for an apology. Overwhelming or not, she had taken better care of you than anyone else. Maybe you were that grumpy.

“Shit!” you screamed when one of your crutches got tangled in the carpet, making you fall to the floor with a crash. “Oh…”

Lying on the cold wooden floor, with the only vision of the ceiling and unable to get up, you began to understand your situation. You couldn't believe what you said to poor Donna, your stupid way of reacting to her excessive care.

She was very overwhelming, she worried too much but… How could you live without her? You simply couldn't.

The feeling of being wrapped in her arms was present in the absence of her warmth surrounding you, in the lack of her kisses, her caresses. After all, it was your fault and she, she was only trying to take care of you, in her own way.

The sound of the heels distracted you from your regret and the lady in black appeared, eclipsing the vision you had of the ceiling.

“Yes, I know, I'm stupid, ungrateful...” you murmured, sobbing before her cold gaze, one that revealed a terrible crisis that fortunately you didn’t see. “I fell... But, but I was going to apologize to you.”

“Mm,” she murmured, with her hands on her hips.

“I know I've been mean to you and I know your intentions were good but... I was just a bit overwhelmed and... Well, I think I took it out on you,” you explained.

“Did you hurt yourself?” she asked, helping you to stand up without saying another word, checking your condition.

“Um, no…” you sighed, letting yourself be helped and led back to the couch. “Hey, Donna… I, I'm sorry.”

“What are you sorry about?” she asked, without looking at your face, playing with her hands in her lap.

“I'm sorry for saying those things to you and telling you that… That I didn't need you,” you whispered embarrassed.

She nodded slowly.

“I didn't know I was doing things wrong, (Y/N), I just wanted you not to hurt yourself and…” the lady sobbed, shaking her head. “I'm useless.”

“Don't say that,” you said, interrupting her laments. “Donna, you're a wonderful woman, really. No one has treated me as well as you but… Well, it's just that I like to feel that I'm not a burden, you know, that I can do things by myself.”

“You'll never be a burden to me,” Donna murmured, shyly taking your hand and caressing it to relax herself.

“Hey, let's forget it, okay? I just ask that you don't be so... Well, that you let me eat by myself, at least,” you joked, turning her head slowly, wiping away one of her tears.

“O-Okay... I'll... I'll try to be less... I,” she said, with a sad smile.

“Great, issue resolved,” you said, stealing a shy kiss on her lips, one that made her laugh softly. “I'll also let you... Well, help me. Look, for example, I'd like to read one of the books that are upstairs, the day I went up they seemed very interesting to me…”

“A book from upstairs?” she asked, bewildered.

“Yeah, well, that's something I do need some help with,” you joked, nudging her. “I'll let you choose, okay?”

“O-Okay,” she said with a sincere smile again, getting up from the couch.

You laughed, pulling her back to steal another kiss as she headed for the stairs, going up to the upper floor.

“(Y/N)?” she asked after a few minutes.

“Yeah, I'm coming,” you said slowly getting up and walking towards the hall, where she was waiting for you waving a book in her hands.

“What do you think of this one?” she asked with a smile, as if she had forgotten everything that had happened. She was wonderful, really wonderful.

“Oh, yeah, great,” you said leaning on your crutches and following the lady with your eyes as she began to slowly go down.

“Cazzo!” she suddenly squealed as she tripped on the same loose bar as you comically and crashing down the stairs, landing face up in front of you. “Porca puttana…”

“Oh, my, Donna,” you said, holding back your laughter at the lady’s funny fall, one that you knew had been harmless for her. “Are you okay?”

“Y-Yes, it was nothing,” she said, proudly, rubbing her back. “Damn stairs…”

“Mm, honey…” you murmured amused as the lady stood up cursing in Italian, a golden opportunity for your sarcasm. “Relax, I’ll make you some soup right now…”

[ttinygoldenbird]

Athena "Thea" Second

My Our Life: Now and Forever MC!

Here's what feels like a very long ramble! (even wrote in a very professional way with proper capitalization n everything, lol)

I'm very fond of this lil character I've created for a game series that I cherish dearly <3

-- Step one ✩ ° 。⋆⸜ 

Pronouns: she/her

Nickname: Thea

10 years old and left handed

She has a scar on her neck that travels down to her collarbone but that part’s not really visible. She got it from an accident/clumsy moment before she moved. Now she tries her best not to get hurt.

She has two moles/beauty marks! One under her right eye and the other above her left eyebrow which she loves a lot. They’re like small stars that she gets to keep for herself (aw, my heart).

Star gazer, star lover, star admirer. Writes tiny love letters to the moon. Will absolutely point out and ramble about star constellations at any given time (Her favorite is Orion!) While she's a star and moon admirer by night she becomes a forest gremlin by day. UNTIL it's time for school and she’s suddenly quiet as a mouse.

Loves a bit of academic validation. Feels like she has to be the smartest she can be—to her, she has a pretty big namesake to live up to!

Owns a skateboard and feels like the coolest kid every time she rides it.

It didn’t rain a lot back where the Second’s used to live so! Anytime it rains in Golden Grove, and she’s able to take some time to herself, Athena will go outside, sit curled under her umbrella, and watch the rain blur the forest around her. This becomes a tradition and her very own act of self-love over the years.

She’s quite confident in how she views herself and doesn’t shy away from expressing her thoughts and feelings. She’s very vocal in letting Qiu and Tamarack know how much she appreciates them but she’s not afraid to join in on some teasing. Most importantly, she likes to make her loved ones feel loved!

Starts ice skating classes which she absolutely loves!

First time she met Qiu and Tamarack she whispered, “pretty” without even realizing it. They’re the prettiest people she’s ever met besides her mom.

Attached to Tamarack’s hip and she becomes her first BFF! However, at first she was unsure if Tamarack was genuine because of how many compliments she gave. That changed really quickly after they talked in her backyard after the first day of school. Forest gremlin buddies for life!

Admires Qiu like a lot. Except after learning how popular Qiu was on the first day of school, she develops a small amount of doubt on if they genuinely liked her as a friend. That worry washes away really quickly though!

Wants some stability in her life so moving to Golden Grove is troubling at first until she realizes she never has to move again then she falls in love with her new home.

She’s never felt a desire to meet her biological father because in her mind it’s always been her and her mom since forever. Why does she need to care about this silent figure? However, she does feel self-conscious whenever it’s brought up to other people because she never knows how they’ll react. It became a topic of teasing/judgement back in her old hometown.

She absolutely loves that she looks just her mom. And as far as she cares to know, the color of her eyes is the only thing she has in common with this unknown father figure. And right now? She’s not a fan of them. It’s a feature of herself that she’ll have to learn to love as she grows older.

-- Step two ✩ ° 。⋆⸜

Pronouns: she/her (?)

Still sometimes goes by Thea!

Age 14 and has grown quite tall.

Athena gathers any mementos from each season that she finds most beautiful. Such as, a flower from the first bloom of spring or a striking red leaf from autumn. They’re pressed and kept in a journal with the year and season written in the corner. Sometimes she keeps them because they remind her of Qiu and Tamarack…ohh what’s this feeling?

Still writes and whispers all her secrets to the moon.

Still in love with the stars and moon, skateboards, ice skating, and now takes pottery lessons!

Coffee becomes a staple in her life because she doesn’t know what a good sleep schedule is anymore. Too many late nights spent studying or watching the moon and stars.

Regularly has nail painting sessions with Qiu. Sometimes they even match each other! When she got her new ear piercings, Qiu went with her and got their own piercings

Listens to Tamarack practice her cello any chance she gets. It’s truly magical and if she could, she’d listen forever.

Believes it’s her duty to keep the neighbor trio together forever so the falling out between Qiu and Tamarack is a difficult thing for her. Qiu and Tamarack are her BEST FRIENDS! They can't Not like each other!

Still strives for academic success and validation (Look out she might burn out!)

Will absolutely give a big wholesome or cheesy smile every time for pictures even with her new braces.

She’s a creature of habit at heart so she likes things that are constant. Like her star earrings, gold colored sweaters, and favorite outdoor jacket. Though some things change like ooh new ear piercings! One summer she even dyes her hair a dark navy blue color to be a lil spontaneous! But soon wants her cranberry hair back. Her friendship with Tamarack is perfect to get her outside of her comfort zone that’s never negative.

She’s a pillar of support for her two best friends. Always willing to listen to any worries or problems. And while she keeps a lot to herself now, she will still open up if asked.

She’s always had a steady amount of confidence in herself but at 14 it starts to waver. She’s desperate to find a balance in how she views herself. Especially seeing Qiu experience a journey with their identity and becoming a little jealous of Tamarack’s femininity. Very complicated feelings that are hard to express and she’s always had an answer but now nothing’s clear.

Continues to be very close with her mom. Now that’s she older she’s starting to see her as a friend too! She tells her everything except her struggles with her identity. She needs to find the answer on her own (but oh, Thea, you can lean on the ones who love you!)

So far, I haven't thought too much on who Thea will develop a crush on, but it might start late step 2 or step 3! But, once she realizes she has a crush/likes another person, she doesn’t know what to do. She’s always watched her mom remain independent and she wants to be just like her mom so why does she have silly feelings about romance all of a sudden? There’s a lot to unpack with this one so that’s saved for step 3 Athena! Poor babes </3

And here’s some extra silly pictures that I think represent Athena pretty well!

[valjeancrazylover2]

A little introduction to Marius' new group of friends

Sorry to the Amis fans out there - but i've given Marius a new group of friends cause I felt bad for him. He does sort of... lose ALL of them on the barricade, and I had to give him SOMETHING to do once he recovered ... so i just made him some new friends (with the help of the genius mind of @24601orwhatever SHOUTOUT!!!) so hes not lonely.

Admittedly, one of them IS technically a character in the musical. None other than Jordan Simon Pollard's very own Gérard (he told me the name of the character when i asked, for which i am forever grateful. I've just taken him, given him a surname and expanded on whatever personality he displays in the musical. There are benefits to eagle-eyeing the ensemble in company scenes!!)

As a sort of .. i suppose Teaser? for my next fanfic due to come out (which was originally plotted as a chapter for the wrestling fanfic, but is now its own thing because of how off-topic it got), here's the section i have written in the fic which introduce these weirdos. These might not end up being the final versions, as I'll probably tweak bits here and there.. I've also attached the drawings i did not too long ago.

I'd love to hear any questions/assumptions, and additionally if anyone else has made a les mis OC to give marius a friend post-barricade? The boy's lonely, he needs them, I want to hear.

(Under the cut, since this is long)

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First, there was François-Michel Dolosa. He was meek - not entirely suited to the bar, Marius thought - but he had a kind heart. Marius had seen the man, about half a head shorter than him, struggling to carry a large pile of books and offered to help, and the conversation between them began when he saw that half the pile was about various native birds. Along the span of the afternoon, of which was spent talking amiably with François, he noticed more bird motifs about his person. His waistcoat was adorned with beautiful tree-like embroidery, with birds atop their branches; his watch was engraved, with a small bird charm on his fob.

Marius had noticed but did not comment on the fact that François did not seem to be of a very wealthy standing, contrary to what his jewellery might have suggested. He reminded Marius of himself, before he had been married, living in that dingy apartment.  There were many difficult memories now tied to that place, but perhaps that is why he had found himself drawn to François. 

The next to come along had been Réne Gignac, an excitable young gentleman, who could always manage to stick his nose into someone else’s business. That was indeed how he had been introduced to Marius and François, when they had been discussing their families in their claimed table of the library. His demeanour was certainly enchanting, like he would have much liked to be a peacock, and his eyes shone with intrigue whenever he sensed the opportunity to inquire about your personal life.

He, unlike François, was clearly of good money, and seemed that he was studying law simply for something to do, and because it provided him with a sort of higher-class gossip. It was surprising, then, when Marius discovered that he was in fact a very competent student. 

René was also of great contrast to Marius and François in that he liked to make a scene, never one to be quiet, always talking to whoever happened to walk by where the three of them were sitting and they’d leave him with their life story. 

Marius supposed the reason why René had stuck to their small group was because he had elected Marius to be his ‘project’, to say. There was a lot about his life that Marius knew he must keep private, as being involved in an insurrection definitely did not look good for any chances of employment - he had enough trouble as it was with people inquiring about where the faint scars on his face had come from. For Monsieur Gignac, the plea of clumsiness did not satisfy, and so he stuck to Marius and by extension, François - who he enjoyed hearing facts about local birds from.

The fourth in the group had not made his own way into the company, but rather it was René’s habit of chatter that had dragged along Gérard Ambroise.

Gérard was an interesting person, to put it lightly. He reminded Marius somewhat of Javert, in that he was uptight and loved to argue, which explained the choice of career, as well as his passion for the public and the lowerclassmen. That was less like Javert, but certainly more like his previous group of friends.

Something about the similarity unsettled him, with the added fact that something about Gérard seemed familiar. He even bore a scar which looked fresh enough to have been open in the past year, but no less. No, it was too much of a coincidence. Marius would have remembered him if he was a friend, and certainly a person such as him.

He and René certainly made a pair, with Gérard’s rigid politics often clashing against René’s more blithe attitude, leading to Gérard hissing an argument until his face went red, received only by a shrug from the shorter man, which then infuriated him even more. René seemed to purposefully provoke him, seeking some sort of entertainment in seeing Gérard huff an agitated Well! and spout his opinions until his entire manifesto had been represented.

Marius knew René to be a genuinely cordial man, with enough chatter to speak for the entire group, always interested and attentive, so this behaviour was strange. 

Strangest of all, it was clear that René infuriated Gérard, so why Gérard bothered to stick around with a crowd he seemed to think himself better than was unclear. Though he did have his bouts of pleasantry - usually when politics was not in the equation. However, it seemed hard for him to avoid the topic, so these moments were not as frequent as what people would have usually liked in a friend.

It wasn’t that Marius disagreed with his points, in fact he agreed with him on many of them, but surely he could enjoy more pleasant conversation? At least he would listen attentively to François’ reports on the local bird population he had been observing that week, as they all did.

The commotion of this group of four attracted the attention of another student, the fifth and final member, a Monsieur Albéric Jean-Pierre Lafitte.

He was an average man, mild, good-natured and good-mannered, the kind of attitude that came from modest money, not quite old enough to have earned him a title or to have seen his family fall in the Revolution. He was the kind that followed in his father’s steps into law, not out of particular interest but because he knew nothing else, and of his life he had been expecting nothing else. While he did not seem to mind this - in fact, he seemed to have a very promising career in front of him - he seemed bored.

Marius thought that this was most certainly the reason he had ended up in this queer yet close circle. He often acted as the judge-umpire to the arguments of Gérard and René, like he counted it as practice for court. With Gérard’s staunch attitudes and René’s deliberate, feigned ignorance, Marius did not blame Albéric for taking them as a sort of case study.

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And thats about it. More character details, including some physical descriptions, will probably come later in the text? (I can't decide if physical descriptions would fit into the above passage very well). The plot of the fic is a dinner party, so they will all get a chance to shine beside their friend Marius, with Cosette, Valjean, Javert and Gillenormand thrown into the mix. It's a disaster waiting to happen.

[tartagliad]

hey!! thanku sooo much for doing my request i love it!!! i have a thing for angst so i will request another one!. so can you make part two gn!reader who gets the urge to hurt themselves whenever they got stressed or (in my case) got anxiety attacks? with al'haitham (who has some difficults to deal with since it doesn't happen often), ayato, kaveh, and childe!

aww.. tysm!! I'm so happy that you loved it 🥺.. alright! your request is accepted, I hope you also liked this one ^^ hehe. have a great day, and thank you for the request (✿◠‿◠)

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Comfort and Stress

Summary: the title says it all, a part two to this

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Characters: Alhaitham, Ayato, Kaveh, & Childe

G/N reader!

Warnings: mentions of self harm, hurt, if uncomfortable DNI

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Alhaitham

Honestly, he knows things like these could happened but he never faces it

Until he met you

You're one of those people who usually keep their tasks on hand but at the same time, can be clumsy.

One day, things get a little stirred around your work and it stresses you out

Like literally. Papers here and there and sudden tasks are flowing nonstop

When Alhaitham entered your room, he could see most of the papers aren't organised and you yourself is a mess

He walked to you and checked on you

"y/n." he said with his usual tone, but with a slight hint of concern etch on it

You looked up, and saw him

He can see some scratches on your wrist

Without giving any words, he pulled you closer and comfort you

Honestly.. he didn't know what to do since he spends most of his times alone

But you only told him to hug you and he did that

Just holding you close, and rest your head on his chest

Alhaitham rubbed your back and let you cry or rest on him

You can always rely on him, always

He never judges people, although he can be rather cold

Especially with you, he always accepted for who you are

So, if you need any help, do call him :)

"it's alright.. let it out.. I'm here if you need anything"

Kaveh

Is probably the most understandable and quite experienced (?)

From his lore, we can tell that he's been through a lot

even know he's a renown architect, problems can come and go in his life

So, when you're in the same situation where it's getting too much, you can always tell it to Kaveh

When you're breaking down and have these thoughts, he would hold you close

His soft hands would held yours and rubbing gentle circles on your palm while whispering soft things into your ear

You're so fragile in his arms, your tears were making his clothes slightly wet from it, but he didn't mind.. it's you after all

The last thing he wanted you to do is not tell him and harm yourself

Trust me, he would be damned if you did hurt yourself

even when he first noticed it, Kaveh felt like it was his fault since he didn't kept a close eye on you

So.. don't make him worry, he loves you dearly

"Everything's gonna be okay.. you have me here.. just come to me whether you want a talk or just a hug.."

Ayato

In my head, he is also quite inexperienced (?)

I know he works around people, but his subjects are mostly paperworks and politics

So obviously, feelings rarely come in hand when working on a daily basis

It took him quite a while to know that you're struggling with your life

It's quite on both, you hid it well and he's too busy to notice it

Ayato noticed finally when you two were getting ready for bed

When you changed, he saw a few scratch marks on your wrist

he wanted to think you scratched by something, but the looks like its been done by a bit force

he then noticed how down you look

You're eyes seem a little dimmed than it used to

He then come over to you and wrapped his arms around you

You looked at him in confusion, but he only said, "seems like you need it."

Since he don't have any idea about what to do, he would just let you take the lead and wait for you to tell him something

He's just afraid that he might say the wrong thing to you, so it's best to give you some hugs for now until you're ready

"It's okay.. I'll be here until you get better.. no pressure, dear.."

Childe

Like Kaveh, he knows and understands about it

Well.. childhood trauma from the Abyss..

You can say he has ways of dealing it, either fighting or fishing

Or just have a stroll (like he did in Fontaine)

You were glad that he knows about it and knew how to take care of someone who's like that

It's a heart-wrenching sight for Childe to see you like that

Scars from battles are alright although he prefers to get it on him and not you

But from self harming.. it's the most thing that he loathes

Seeing his loved ones struggled and attempt that can torn him into pieces

He would do anything to make you feel better, even if it's just hugging you while you breaking down

Making your favourite food while telling you about soft things

Or if you want to talk to him, he'll hear your hearts out

Also, he would cut your nails so you couldn't scratch it. Of course that also applies that he would stay around for the next few days until you're completely okay

Just.. don't hurt yourself like that again

Hurting yourself = hurting him (in his mindset)

"now now.. there's no need to do that, princess.. you can always come to me whenever you're sad.."

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[jesterwriting]

JESTERRRR okay first. HI I HOPE YOU'RE HAVING A GOOD DAY!! I'm absolutely taken by the magnificence that is the damn timeloop trope and that HIT HOMEEE and your other works as just as wonderful omg!! goodness i love how you write 😭 i really wish to know more of your ideas soo PLEASE IF YOU HAVE MORE SHARE that's my request for you!! whichever character it is!! (ofc do it at your own pace if u decide to take it :) ) i have some too and omg i feel like spewing them all out is it okay if i do 😭😭

what if you were an angel drabbles

pairing: shanks x reader & law x reader (separate)

contents: can be read as platonic, angel!reader, slight body horror especially in law’s, your body is Wrong, if you squint you’ll see nonhuman character as a metaphor for autism in here, angel lore that i made up on a whim don’t think too hard about it

word count: 1.8k words

note: first off feel absolutely free to come into my inbox and spew ideas!!! i'd love to hear it and you're always welcome <33 secondly, i would literally never post something like this normally, but because you asked for more of my ideas, here it is! something squished out from the creative recesses of my mind.

playlist: man on the moon - zella day

Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back. That was your motto. Even in your younger years, questions poured from your tongue like honey, coloring your world in rich, vibrant hues rather than suffocating shades of gray. You could speak for hours, annoying your instructors at the academy with your incessant questions.

It would be better if you learned to hold your tongue, they'd say.

How would I sate your hunger if I were silent, you would shoot back.

It would be easier if you could join the humans; ask them your questions face to face. Why couldn’t you walk among them? Such things were not forbidden, though they were rather frowned upon. As an angel, you were meant to observe, not intervene. If anyone were to be sent to the surface of a world, it would certainly not be an angel who couldn’t keep their mouth shut. Since time immemorial, your kind had lived in secret, housed in the spaces between stardust.

You would not be the one to ruin that.

That was what you promised yourself as you packed your bags and snuck out into the night. You could do both, get your answers and keep your secrets. For once, you wanted to live. Smile like a human, laugh like a human, love like a human. All of it was at your fingertips, the only thing you had to do was reach out and grab it. So, you did. You sent yourself spiraling to the surface of a beautiful blue pearl, a planet that was more water than land. This was where you would make your home.

For the first time in your centuries of life, you felt happy. The people of the island you found welcomed you with open arms, embracing your oddities instead of pretending they would go away. You were eccentric, both wise beyond your years and hopelessly naive. Fruits that were common were treated like precious jewels in your hands, work that no one wanted to do, you met with enthusiasm despite your clumsy hands. You told the children stories of faraway worlds, who would then parrot your truths to their parents. It was no secret that there was something off about you, but you were loved, and most importantly, you were free.

Though you were happy, your curiosity could not be sated. You wanted more. To see the world and all it had to offer. When a pirate ship appeared on the horizon, you asked the captain if you could join them on their adventures.

The villagers were sure to give you glowing reviews, you said with a broad grin.

Thus began your life at sea. In closer quarters, it was harder to keep your secrets. Your wings itched beneath your skin, feathers tickling your spine, begging to be set free. When asked of your hometown, you could only dodge the question with a laugh for so long. It wasn’t as if you could tell them the truth: that you fell from the stars like a meteor, never to return home again. You had created a niche in the crew, you would hate to be run off so soon.

Now, you were certain that this was the end of all you had built.

It had been a mistake. A simple one. An avoidable one. You were alone with him when his foot slipped, and you were alone when you dove after him, white wings unfurling to catch him. You were stronger than the average human, easily carrying his weight as you glided to the bottom of the ravine.

This was never meant to happen. Not in a million years, ever. There were rules in place to keep such situations under control, and you, somehow, managed to break every single one within seconds. Your wings ached from being confined within your vessel for so long, and though you longed to stretch them, you were well aware of the pair of eyes that studied your inhuman form.

“What are you?” His voice was soft, barely audible on the wind.

With a slick noise, your wings slotted themself back against your spine, gone as if they were never there in the first place. It felt better to have them back under your skin. Safer, especially under his scrutiny. With a deep breath, tongue gliding over your sharp incisors for comfort, you wondered if there was any way to salvage this.

Red Haired Shanks

Before you could start explaining yourself, Shanks cut you off, his expression morphing into a broad grin. “You can fly? You can fly and you never told me? I should be mad about that, you know.”

“Sorry.” You weren’t sure what else to say. Whatever you expected from your captain, it wasn’t this. Betrayal, maybe, but not excitement. Your stomach churned at the thought of what they were saying about you back home. It was no secret that they were watching you, you were not the first angel to fall from grace, nor would you be the last. Your fingers found the hem of your shirt and began to fidget. “No one was supposed to know.”

Shanks took a step closer to you, breathing heavily. Adrenaline, perhaps. He did just glide thirty meters off the edge of a cliff within the arms of a previously wingless crewmate. Besides, you couldn’t fault him too much, your heart was thundering inside your chest too, both from fear and exhilaration. You had forgotten how wonderful it felt to fly. A part of you couldn’t wait until you could do it again.

“Don’t be,” He said. The wind had swept his hair from his forehead, causing it to stick up at odd angles. You fought the urge to flatten it back against his head. “You saved me from losing a leg, at least.”

You cocked your head to the side, large eyes blinking owlishly at him. “You’re not mad. You should be mad. I’m a liar, and I can never tell you the truth.”

Shanks laughed. You liked his laugh. “Who cares about that? You save me and then expect me to be mad. You really are odd.” Craning his head to look above you, he put his hand on his hip when he caught sight of the edge he stumbled off. “Do you think you can get us back up there?”

If you were odd, Shanks was odder. That was his only question. You grew wings out of nowhere, and all he wanted to know was if you could fly him back up to the top of the ravine. Was it really that simple? You shivered, remembering the first words that left his mouth.

“What are you?”

You didn’t get to answer him. Maybe you never would. With your captain held in your arms, his head against your chest as he whooped against the wind, you wondered if the price of getting to keep your secrets would be simple. You had a feeling that this was not the first flight that Shanks would ask to be taken on, and certainly not his last.

Trafalgar Law

Law stared you down, lips pressed into a thin line.

Your wings fluttered against your spine, wanting to fly you away from this conversation to somewhere you would never be seen again. You were fast, easily able to outrun the Polar Tang even without your headstart. Still, if you left Law at the bottom of a ravine, you would never forgive yourself.

“Um,” You started.

Law crossed his arms. “And don’t you try and tell me you’re human. I’ve known for a long time you’re not.” He glanced down at your hands, palm too wide, fingers too long. “Your bones are in the wrong place.”

It was no secret that you were built… different, with limbs that were too long, disproportionate to the rest of your body, and eyes that reflected light, glowing when the sun dipped under the horizon and stars blanketed the velvet sky. If you weren’t careful, both your elbows and knees bent backwards. It had scared Shachi and Penguin more than once, their screams that you were broken echoing through the Polar Tang. You hadn’t meant to build your body so strangely. In your defense, you had never met a human before until a few months ago.

“My bones are all wrong? But I worked so hard on this body.”

To his credit, Law’s confusion at your strange statement was betrayed by a barely noticeable blink. “You need anatomy lessons if you think that’s passable enough to fool anyone.”

“You should be happy with what I look like. If I showed you my true form, your eyes would melt out of your skull,” You said.

Law scoffed. “I doubt that.”

You bit your tongue to keep from arguing. The only way your captain would believe you was if you tore free from your vessel and bestowed upon him your true holy splendor. Which you would rather not do. Not only did you not want to blind him, but the entire situation would be rather intimate. Angel’s did not show their true forms on a mere whim, and they definitely did not do so to win a petty argument.

“Alright.” The two of you stood in silence. Law was still while you kicked a rock with the toe of your boot. “If you must know, I am an angel.”

You could practically hear them booing back home.

Law was quick with his response, “Angels don’t exist. If you’re going to lie, at least make it believable.”

“Sorry.”

Sighing, Law approached and gave you a stern look out of the corner of his eye. He stood so close, you could feel his body heat. “If you don’t want to tell me the truth, then don’t. All I need to know is how to properly treat you when you get sick or injured.”

Despite his assurances, you could see the curiosity burning in his golden eyes, and you knew the conversation was far from over. With a shrug, you unfurled your wings, grabbing a hold of Law as you launched yourself to the top of the ravine with a single push. Surprise caused him to struggle in your arms, though you kept your grip on him firm.

You didn’t care how stubborn Law was, nor did you care about the inevitable onslaught of questions that awaited you back on the Polar Tang.

If there was one thing you respected, it was curiosity.

[alltomevibes]

Summer 2024 Watchlist

It is officially summer which means I am out of school and have time to just sit !!! watch !!! and do nothing !!!

which means - here's my drama watchlist & my thoughts on everything so far:

Dare to Love Me - i started this yesterday and let me j say I flew through those 2 episodes. I decided to brave the comments on MDL to see what people were saying, and then i ignored them LOL because yeah. this show is highkey silly goofy but i love it! the FL is endearing to me and i hate how nowadays every woman has to be Strong and Confident to be loveable and it's like - no. i love the fact that she gets choked up, that she tries and fails, that she is mad clumsy, that she's clearly talented but has been burdened by lack of self-esteem like yes!!! she's human i love it give me MORE. and don't get me started on the ML. i love him - i love THEM your honor. currently at a 9.0 rating for me, we'll see if it keeps up.

Dating in the Kitchen - this has a 8.0 rating for me and i want to keep going (i only watched 1 episode and it's been two weeks since then) because i watched This Isn't What I expected THREE (3!!) times and i LOVE that movie and when I saw there was a drama based on it, i wanted to give it a go but i am STRUGGLINGGGG. imma keep it pushing because, look. i watched the movie 3 times. it's def worth it. (maybe)

Fight for My Way - this has a 9.5 rating rn, and i am stuck in the middle of episode 15. i have been stuck on the middle of episode 15 for a HOT minute. my interest in this show dropped like crazy, i am trying to hold on.

Good Morning Call - my roommate for two years (and sadly no more a ha ha) recommended this show to me and we watched the first episode together and it was cute! i liked it, so it's on my list. currently has a 8.5 rating, but it's low on my priorities (when it comes to dramas), so im gonna pirate it whenever i have time💀

Lovely Runner - don't even talk to me about this show if you want a short conversation - I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS SHOW BRO. look at my tumblr, it's all lovely runner rn and I HAVE NO REGRETS. 9.5 rating - won't get a 10 because it ENDS SOON. this is my type of show, i LOVE this type of show the cinematography and everything IM EATING IT UP. it got me out of my drama funk its so nfjsdfhdsifsd

The Midnight Romance in Hagwon: let me just say! i watched this yesterday and i flew by the two episodes. lovely runner x tmrih on my tumblr? yes. this show is a much slower-pace show and I LOVE IT. YEs! Give me real life, give me real conversations! I love this show, i love the micro-expressions, i love the fact that WHJ is the MAIN LEAD FOR ONCE LIKE YES SIR, GIVE ME ALL THE BUTTERFLIES and i've never seen this actress before JRW but she is absolutely gorgeous and i love the FL! these people are not acting, they ARE the characters and im so !!!!! 9.0 rating because i skip the intro every time (sorry)

Will Love in Spring - this is on pause on episode 15 because the ending actually has me severely messed up rn. i have been in love with li xian's acting since gogosquid and i absolutely adore chen mai dong. i adore the way zhuang jie says his name ALL the time like she can't help it. I adore zhuang jie and just the way she operates through life - she's so clearly flawed when it comes to romantic love, but she is so clearly filled with love and always tries her best and !!! zhou yu tong is eating her character up rn, i've never seen her act and this was such a good intro to her BUT WHAT ZHUANG JIE SAID TO MY BOY IN EPISODE 15????? locked up. i have never felt so disrespected in my life and i had to give it a pause because i know she's gonna apologize but i needed that on the train. not the next episode. actually, not even on the train!! IN THE STREET BEFORE HE DROVE OFF AFTER DRIVING HER HOME AFTER SHE ACCUSED HIM OF FORCING HER!!!! That's when she should have apologized, but fidjofdshifudsf i love her so much i know why she couldn't IM JUST IN AGONY RN. anyways, let me breathe lol cause the way i was holding my breathe writing that is,,,,,. yeah. has an 8.5 rating rn, will probably go up to 9.5 because the fact that i actually had to stop watching because of emotional damage is crazy.

thats my list (and crazy descriptions, so sorry) that i'm watching rn! i would 10/10 recommend these to everybody (except dating in the kitchen im highkey struggling)! if you guys have any recs based on what i shared or wanna be friends on MDL j let me know :)

[theeniebeanie]

hello, this is your unofficial excuse to completely tell us absolutely everything there is yo know about your ocs, for i cannot find any background information on them here and im so incredibly interested !!

(are they dating each other? whats the relation to the canon characters? relations with the virtual singers at all?? do they have thier own unit?? where do they reside? stuff like that!)

-vanitas

hello yuri community. I am about to Rant. This is the Mikitena Masterpost. My pet girlfriends who have every disease.

Mikiso Saito (the purple one):

Created first! They/them lesbian, autism and ADHD ridden because they are just like me, for real. Seventeen years old as of ensekai canon, eighteen in jpsekai.

Despite being nonbinary, they do like feminine terms like girlfriend and other similarly feminine words. They are very against she/her pronouns, though. They also have some gender dysphoria because of their feminine figure, but they don’t mind it as much as they used to.

Naturally purple-haired, the cyan streak is dyed. This is because they are abnormal about Rui Kamishiro and had no idea how to speak to him and chose the most normal path of trying to look like him to get his attention. It works. They are friends.

Friends with another friend’s (@kenderlike) pjsk oc, Mikuo. This is lore-relevant because Mikuo is the one who gives Miki relationship advice (neither of them have ever been in a relationship at this point in time.)

Originally went to Miyamasuzaka, transferred partway through second year. Used to be classmates with Haruka and Saki, did not speak to Haruka because they were intimidated Minori style. Saki and Emu are their best friends prior to transfer, they still remain close.

They move to Kamiyama midway through their second year when their parents move - very stressful. Miki struggled a lot to make friends when they were in elementary and part of middle school, since they struggled a lot with social cues and other elements. This meant they were alone for a long period, which has left them with some problems they haven’t quite gotten over, however they don’t surface that often.

Miki ended up awkwardly standing on the rooftop and hoping Rui would speak to them for about a week, which eventually works. The reason they were so strange about him is because they were so truly enthralled with his performances in wxs, which they are a huge fan of thanks to Emu. They’ve been to every show besides the one that went poorly in the main story. They eventually befriend Nene and Tsukasa as well, though they’re somewhat afraid of him at first due to his volume - they get over it quickly enough.

Emu-type rich. Both of their parents have high-paying jobs, so they’re rather well-off. They don’t actually understand the value of money, though, and will casually buy expensive gifts for their friends and get extremely startled when they get emotional over it. Eg, buying Atena (we will get there) a real silver necklace with diamonds worth thousands since to them that’s pennies.

Extremely clumsy. Trips and falls all of the time. Somehow has never felt any embarrassment over it.

World’s most loving person. Can and will hug everyone they meet. Also very hyper, bounces all the time. Quite literally jumps with joy.

On the flip side, goes nonverbal when they’re troubled. This is distressing to them, especially when they haven’t told the person they’re talking to that it happens. Not always - when they’re particularly upset or going through a depressive episode, it’s a fifty-fifty coin flip. They have cards, though - in school, they have a system where when they are at different levels of functioning, they put different colored cards upright. Nonverbal is orange.

Not great at school - average grades at best. They try so hard, though.

Absolutely adores pressure - both giving and receiving. They squeeze their friends, they get squished on demand by their friends and family and girlfriend.

Atena Amane (the not purple one):

!! tw mentions of drug use, abuse, suicidal ideation and attempt, very brief mention of SA - will be a warning when it comes up !!

If you couldn’t tell from the warnings, Atena is Fucked Up. She/her bisexual autism ADD.

Kamiyama student. Sixteen years old as of ensekai canon, seventeen as of jpsekai canon. Skipped a year of school when she was relatively young so she’s quite ahead, still gets relatively high grades.

Almost every Kamiyama student knows about Atena because she’s surrounded by rumors. She has a reputation and is called names which are unkind and demeaning at best - they don’t bother her, but they bother Miki.

Atena serves somewhat as a parallel to Miki, in that they’ve both experienced loneliness due to the opinions of others. The difference is that Miki can’t handle solitude, where Atena thrives in it. She can’t be hurt if she isn’t attached to someone.

She’s very poor. Her father got sick when she was nine and died when she was eleven, and her mother, Yui, works multiple jobs to keep the house running. Atena is responsible for cleaning, buying and cooking food, and other household responsibilities. Her mother is only home on Friday evenings, otherwise she comes home way past 1-2 in the morning and she’s gone by the time Atena goes to school in the morning. This further adds to her isolation, especially as she’s an only child.

Drug use warning: After her father’s death, at age twelve, her first girlfriend and her split up, and the constant trouble eventually led to her smoking weed to cope. On top of this, she picks up casual drinking, as well as dating practically anyone that would look at her.

Abuse and SA mention warning: This doesn’t go well for Atena - she ends up in many relationships that vary from boring to emotionally and sometimes physically abusive. Her halting point comes at age fifteen, with her last casual relationship. To avoid going into detail, she’s hurt badly while intoxicated.

Suicide mention warning: After that instance, she makes an attempt which thankfully is unsuccessful, though the reason this upsets her more than anything is seeing her mother's face. She decides to avoid people in general from that point on in order to not hurt her mother further after the death of her father, not wanting to leave her mother entirely alone.

Her history with relationships leads her to being entirely closed off and extremely blunt - she speaks directly with no sugarcoating, entirely monotone. She also panics when touched due to her history, and does especially poorly when squeezed or hugged without warning.

She is intrigued by Mikiso, who’s unapologetically kind and (in her opinion) abnormally respectful of her boundaries, as they obey her rules to a T. They start dating after a while, and over time with a lot of patience and reassurance she begins to unlearn a lot of the negativity she had associated with “love.” They learn to love together, in a sense - Mikiso never having been in a relationship, and Atena never having been in a truly good relationship.

Miscellaneous general trivia:

Mikiso is ambidextrous - leans more towards naturally left handed. However, after developing their crush on Atena, who is exclusively left handed, they purposely started using their right hand more. Their writing and coordination is far messier, but they don’t care as it means they can hold hands with her while doing things. Atena does notice this one day, when she catches them, doing something with their left hand, but she doesn’t argue when they stutter that they’re ambidextrous.

Atena has a dented, sticker-coated black DS lite her father bought her for her tenth birthday. It’s hanging on by a thread, but she refuses to replace it. She plays Nintendogs religiously, as well as playing tons of cheap, third party games she finds in stores or is given or that she “found” in exes’ houses. She is forbidden from playing Mario Kart, however, as she gets angry and throws things when she loses. This, for some reason, does not happen with any other game.

Atena is an incredible chef. She is also an absolutely horrible baker. The reason being, she takes recipes as a suggestion rather than gospel. This works in cooking, not baking. This led to an occurrence when making bread where she put far too much yeast and accidentally created something sentient. Mikiso sobbed when Atena killed it because it was alive and they felt sympathy for it, where Atena wanted to put it out of its misery. After this occurrence, she was not allowed to bake unsupervised.

When Mikiso wanted to talk to Atena for the first time at school, they fell flat on their face after they misjudged the distance between their back and the wall and they lost their balance. This is the reason Atena didn’t outright ignore them, as she was intrigued by the fact that they simply stood up and acted like nothing happened with no semblance of embarrassment. This is also why Atena realised she found losers very very cute.

Upon being told by Mikiso that they loved Atena for the first time, she had a panic attack. After talking about it, though, she learns that things aren’t going to change because of it. She also refuses to tell Mikiso that she loves them, as she wants to be one hundred percent certain that she feels the same and know for a fact that she means it. Mikiso finds this very sweet.

Atena is learning how to love herself through learning to love and be loved by Miki.

Atena acts “normal” around her mother - is not blunt and smiles widely. The first time Mikiso ever witnessed this, they were horrified. This also isn’t discussed again after - think Emu being afraid of Mafuyu’s fake smile.

They aren't in a unit - they're just two guys, really. Mikiso actually does have a solo sekai called the Ship Sekai (or pirate sekai affectionately - named such because the virtual singers appear only after being Downloaded Legally. They don't have a huge goal, or anything - they're literally just friends with vocaloids, and it rules. Because I like it.)

Mikiso 's birthday is June 21st, Atena's birthday is November 16th.

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Below this line I added their relationship charts with the main cast - there's probably more lore I haven't mentioned. I think about them a LOT. I painted them for my art final, wrote a story about them on my English final, I draw them everywhere. I have separate white day AU lore for them that I haven't even touched on. I have white day card edits. I have so so much. I could genuinely talk forever about them, I am so serious. Please please please if you have more questions please by all means, ask away. I will answer everything.

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[oulkheir]

Hi, how are you?

What do you think about the fact that Juvia basically stalked Gray for months, was mean to every girl (threatened their life, etc) that came close or even spoke to him (especially Lucy) and that he only feels "obligated to like her" because she saved his life? (like saved victims fall in love with their firefighter or doctor) I want them to work out but if their gender were reversed, everyone would scream that it was grooming. He told her "no" multiple times, he was clearly averse and if a guy would not accept a "no" there would be backlash. Juvia is an amazing character with a lot of development but I think that Fairy Tail often makes fun of serious sexist behavior rather than addressing it. Like making fun of Lucy's naked body or horny old men gawking at young and underage! girls. I'm aware that it's a manga and that Japan has huge issues with gender equality and sexism but I kinda expected more from the new manga/anime. According to Unicef, every 11th boy (and every 8th girl) is a victim of sexual violence. For a long time, nobody took boys being a victim of sexual violence seriously. Of course, Juvia didn't "do" anything to Gray. But it's the same when people said to girls "if a boy is mean to you it means he likes you" (hello Sasuke!). This teaches children that they don't really have a choice and bodily autonomy. Juvia never accepted a "no" and we as the audience should believe that this is her being persistent/ romantic/ etc. It shows: if you just keep harassing and stalking your person of interest, they will eventually like you back. At the end of the original anime, it felt like Gray feels the same and we are made to believe that this him finally realizing his "true" feelings. But it kinda felt like "i'm giving up the fight, you won't stay away anyway". Important notice: I only watched the original anime, so if I missed something in the original manga, please tell me.

hi anon ! i'm good thanks for the ask :) was truly not expecting this lol

first of all, the fact that i've watched fairy tail first when i was younger may bias my analysis and i apologise for that. of course, i've read it again enough to change my opinion on many aspects but the filter still may be a little present. but well you did ask for an opinion haha :)

juvia's obsession and gray's feelings

as you mentioned that you only watched the anime, be aware that it exaggerated juvia's stalking by adding her in scenes where she wasn't actually present and by creating a weird running gag with her obsession for gray. however, she does have an obsession with gray, which can't be denied, and which lead her to be pushy with both gray and her "love rivals" in different directions. but rather than this, she wants to prove him and show him that she loves him whenever she has the occasion, because it's usually what you want to do when you're proud to love someone. it's more clumsiness than wanting to force him into something. since it can make gray uncomfortable, it's not defendable to say it's okay every time, but there are plenty of moments when these are cute attentions rather than stalking. she's not hindering gray's job, sleep and life, by repeating how she loves him. juvia still respects gray's boundaries by not forcing him to go on missions with her or following him at his place.

besides this, i don't think you missed other important points from the main manga, but sorry if i'm spoiling the 100 years quest later on.

if you think that gray feels like he owes her his life and must return her love, then i strongly disagree. gray already had feelings for her by that time, that's why he tried to commit suicide as well to save her. he didn't feel obligated to love her just because of that. he said before the final arc that he wanted to talk about these feelings seriously with her, and had already shown proofs of love by spending time with her during the timeskip after tartaros. gray considers juvia as more than a simple friend since longer than what he says, otherwise you couldn't explain why he chose to create a unison raid technique with her at the grand magic games, nor why he could assure their bond was strong enough for this. he's not avoiding juvia like the plague, or apprehending seeing her, and that is the case since their first encounter. he's glad that she's joining the guild and helping them. in the main series, he feels more reluctant to public display of attention than to her showing her love. in the spin-off, he's being more open to his feelings than before and that's why everyone is shocked around him, but juvia seems quite used to it.

that is all about how i perceive the characterisation of gray and juvia. sorry if i've missed some points, tell me if it's the case :)

now, i feel like most of your criticism is about how fairy tail, and the shounen manga genre in general is associated with sexual fan service issues and sexism. my blog isn't so much of a place to deal with such political and societal questions, but let me try to answer at least partly.

sexual fan service and other borderline behaviours issues

first, when you talk about the gender reverse thing, don't you think it's more the other way around ? i can't see people reacting more to juvia's insistence if she were a man, because you already quoted other issues related to sexism and fairy tail fans don't really complain about it. or at least, they make abstraction of it. have you ever seen someone calling natsu a pervert/stalker because he's breaking into lucy's house all the time ? the most important thing remains to not be hypocritical with these situations : if you consider juvia a stalker, then at least you have to admit that natsu breaking into lucy's place is not okay. and as i said earlier, i don't remember juvia even following gray to his place even once. but that's not the main point here.

to keep it to what you said about the gender reverse, i think it's actually the contrary, and that people tend to accept men's obsessions/non-con acts more than women's. that's why the word "stalker" is so easy on juvia even when she's mostly just watching gray without any bad intentions.

fairy tail has a fair amount of wrong sides that you shouldn't teach to young teenagers. but is this supposed to be a life lesson to them, in the first place ? can you choose to show fairy tail to your kids just so they know how important friends can be, how you should treasure your bonds, how you can be free if you don't harm the others ? is it the best show to watch when you want to learn about care and freedom, even when the sexualisation of both boys and girls is overly present and when the said characters are sometimes minors ?

nowadays, i feel like the shounen anime genre tries to get better on these points, slightly, here and there (jujutsu kaisen being the most obvious example that comes to my mind) but the 100 years quest sequel is in fact directly linked to the main series and since the author is the same, he didn't bother to change anything in his way of making fan service. he likes doing that in his gags and art, it's part of the vibe of his series, so he won't take that away nor even reduce it. i'm a bit sorry that you can't have high expectations of the 100 years quest just because it's more recent, regarding the sexualisation of the characters or of their borderline behaviours. but if you enjoyed the main series, then there's no reason why you couldn't enjoy the sequel because of these.

i hope it answers your questions ! thank you so much for the ask again, i don't usually analyse fairy tail characters this thoroughly because although they are all really good and enjoyable characters, i can't guess if the author wanted them to be so deep after all. have a nice day !

xx