#and they r so oblivious to why its wrong??

[ritz-writes]

why does the good omens fandom seem to have a chronic illness with posting art that doesnt belong to u. i literally dont understand. with credit or not, just?? dont do that??? go support the actual artist or writer or animator or editor or anything else. its not that hard

[loverangels]

HRSJIDJE IM BACK HII 🫰😋 I HAVE SOME MORE IDEAS since exams r finally done.

What about percy x cluess!reader that doesnt seem to get all the flirty action percy has been showing and thinks he's just friendly like that. Maybe throw in a hc about reader being in an aphrodite kid, and doesnt think that anyone could like them romantically cause they thinks its just due to them being aphrodite's child, and percy tries to show them that regardless of what god parent they have, he still likes us.

Can you tell my brain is fried?

-🌸

sooner

pairings: percy jackson x daughter of aphrodite!reader

a/n: I'm in love with this request you never fail to serve with your requests nonnie!!! I wish you all the best for your exams and I hope this can be a little treat since I know how horrible exam season can be! Make sure to take care of yourself love!! 🩷🌸

The sun hung low in the sky, casting golden hues across Camp Half-Blood as you walked alongside Percy. He was smiling in that easy, boyish way he always did, his hands casually shoved in his pockets as he glanced at you.

“So,” Percy said, bumping your shoulder lightly. “What’s the latest from Aphrodite cabin? You guys always seem to have, like, ten soap operas running at once.”

You laughed. “You’re not wrong. Yesterday, Drew tried to use a love potion on one of the Apollo kids, but she mixed it wrong, and now he won’t stop declaring his undying love for a watermelon.”

Percy chuckled. “Classic. But what about you? Any love drama of your own? Got your eye on anyone special?”

You tilted your head, considering. “Me? No, no one. Why?”

Percy stumbled a little, but quickly covered it up with a shrug. “Oh, no reason. Just curious.”

He glanced at you, waiting for some kind of reaction, hoping for even the tiniest flicker of realization. But you just smiled at him, completely oblivious. Percy sighed internally. How could you not see it? The way he went out of his way to make you laugh, the way he made excuses to spend time with you, the way he felt like his heart might actually explode every time you smiled at him.

But to you, Percy was just a friend. And no matter how many hints he dropped, you didn’t seem to noticem

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Later that evening, Percy found himself standing outside the Aphrodite cabin. Again. He stared at the door for a moment, debating whether to turn around, but then he sighed and knocked.

When the door swung open, your older brother leaned against the frame, looking completely unimpressed.

“Seriously?” he said, crossing his arms. “You’ve been here so much, we’re starting to think you’re an honorary sibling.”

Percy flushed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, uh… I just… I need advice. Again.”

The brother groaned and stepped aside, yelling over his shoulder, “Hey, lovebirds! Seaweed Brain’s back!”

Your siblings erupted in laughter as Percy shuffled in, his face red as a tomato.

“You’re still trying to get through to her, huh?” one of your sisters teased, lounging on her bed. “This is, what, the fourth time this week?”

“Sixth,” your brother corrected, smirking. “At this rate, we’re gonna have to start charging you.”

Percy sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know what else to do! I flirt with her constantly, but she just smiles and changes the subject. I even asked her today if she liked anyone, and she said no!”

The group collectively groaned, and your brother flopped dramatically onto a couch.

“She is so oblivious,” one of your sisters muttered. “I love her, but gods, it’s painful to watch.”

“Have you tried being direct?” your brother asked, giving Percy a pointed look.

Percy frowned. “I’ve been trying! I’ve dropped hints, I’ve asked leading questions, I’ve been—”

“No, no, no,” your brother interrupted, waving his hand. “You don’t ‘hint’ at things with her. That’s like trying to teach a rock to swim. You have to be blunt. Like, hit-her-over-the-head-with-it blunt.”

“Tell her,” one of your sisters added. “Straight up. No room for her to misinterpret it.”

“She’s gonna think I’m crazy…” Percy mumbled.

“She already thinks you’re crazy,” your brother deadpanned. “Just own it. March up to her, look her in the eye, and say, ‘Hey, I like you. I’ve been flirting with you for weeks, and you haven’t noticed, so now I’m telling you.’”

The room went silent for a beat, everyone nodding in agreement. Percy groaned. “This is a terrible idea.”

“It’s your only shot, Jackson,” your brother said, patting him on the back. “Go get her.”

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

The next day, Percy found you by the canoe lake, skipping stones across the water. He took a deep breath, his heart racing, and walked over.

“Hey,” he said, smiling nervously. “Got room for one more?”

You glanced up, your face lighting up when you saw him. “Of course. You’re always welcome, Percy.”

His heart skipped a beat. You had no idea what you did to him when you said things like that.

For a while, the two of you sat in companionable silence, watching the ripples spread across the lake. Then Percy cleared his throat, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.

“So,” he began, his voice a little shaky. “There’s, uh… there’s something I need to tell you.”

You turned to him, your brow furrowing in concern. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” Percy said quickly. “It’s just… I’ve been trying to tell you something for a while now, but I don’t think I’ve done a very good job of it.”

You tilted your head, confused. “What do you mean?”

Percy took a deep breath, summoning every ounce of courage he had. “I like you. Like, like-like you. And before you say anything, no, it’s not just as a friend. I think you’re amazing, and funny, and brave, and honestly, you’re all I think about.”

You blinked at him, completely stunned. “Wait… what?”

“I like you,” Percy repeated, his face turning red. “As in, I’ve been flirting with you for weeks because I have a massive crush on you.”

You stared at him, your brain struggling to process his words. “But… I thought you were just being nice!”

Percy groaned, running a hand down his face. “How could you possibly think that? I literally asked your siblings for advice because I didn’t know how to tell you!”

“You talked to my siblings?” you asked, wide-eyed.

“Yes!” Percy exclaimed. “Half the Aphrodite cabin is sick of me because I’ve been driving them crazy trying to figure out how to get you to notice me.”

You blinked again, the pieces finally clicking into place. “Oh…”

Percy laughed weakly. “Yeah. Oh.”

There was a long silence as you stared at each other, Percy’s heart pounding in his chest. Finally, you smiled.

“Well,” you said softly, “you could’ve just told me sooner.”

Percy groaned. “You’re impossible.”

But then you leaned in, pressing a quick, soft kiss to his lips. When you pulled away, Percy’s face was bright red, but he was grinning like an idiot.

“Yeah,” he said breathlessly. “Totally worth it.”

[neeeooon]

Harooo

Really love ur writing so I wanna see this idea of mine written down by u

Since the boys basically never skip leg day, (barou, rin, chigiri, Nagi, kunigami, hiori, bachira, yukimiya, karasu and kurona) I have a feeling they'd be strong enough to lift reader and place them on their feet when they ballroom dance with her.

So basically I just want ballroom dancing shenanigans or just romance with the above boys when reader cannot dance and they place her atop their shoes and dance XP (if there's too many boyos you can remove some of them off the above list)

🍭

thank youuuu (i’m sorry it took so long my brain was dead for half the boys 😭)

ballroom dancing with them

bf bllk x fem!reader who can’t dance. crack, fluff, cussing

barou shoei

-> “here,” barou’s grip tightened around your waist as he hoisted you up onto his shoes. you paled. “what are you doing?”

-> his sisters’ school was having an event, and all the families were invited. the problem was, it was a ballroom dancing event, and you cannot dance for the life of you

-> “i’m helping,” he said in reply as he took a step to the side. your leg followed, feet still standing on his. and you were off, gliding across the floor with the other couples, who were completely oblivious as to why you were suddenly a few inches taller

-> you tried not to giggle as he led you around the room, looking very serious as you wiggled around every time he took a step slightly too long for your legs. “we look ridiculous.” “so?” “… nothing. let’s make your sisters proud.”

itoshi rin

-> gets frustrated with you when you step on his shoes for the third time

-> “i’m sorry!” you gasped, thankful for the low lighting and its efforts to hide your embarrassment. without comment, rin picked you up and set you to stand on his feet. “r—what are—hello?”

-> he looked at you through his bangs. “follow my steps.” “i can’t not follow when i’m standing on your—“ he didn’t let you finish before dancing, forcing you to follow

-> it was surprisingly easier than you thought, and rin didn’t look pained to have you standing on his feet. “okay?” he asked, and you nodded. “okay. let’s hope your brother doesn’t catch us. he won’t ever let us live it down.”

chigiri hyoma

-> you panicked when chigiri asked you to stand on his feet. “i’m sorry?” “just do it. people are staring.”

-> he wasn’t wrong. the fancy ballroom event was for your mom’s work, and apparently you were the only one who didn’t know how to waltz. even your boyfriend, who never mentioned anything to you about dancing, knew how

-> you listened to save yourself from any future embarrassment. “how do you even know how to do this?” you asked as chigiri swept an arm around your waist. he gave you a deadpanned look. “i have an older sister.” “ah.”

-> you made a mental note to thank koyuki (his sister) as chigiri made you look like you knew what you were doing, your dress covering your feet

nagi seishiro

-> “what the fuck?” “don’t ask.” “but how do you—“ his eyes looked almost pleading, so you shut your lips and let your question die in your head

-> you didn’t know anything about nagi’s family, and he never talked about them until asking you to the ballroom event. you’d never seen him so hesitant and felt bad turning him down, even though you can’t dance

-> “here,” nagi softly said before guiding you onto his feet. his movements were a little sloppy, a little lazy, but he didn’t let you fall as he danced you around the room

-> you let him, continuing to keep your questions to yourself as you followed along the best you could. “you’re good. i’m surprised.” “it’s a hassle…”

kunigami rensuke

-> “wait, your—what about your feet?!”

-> kunigami’s lips pulled into a sweet smile at the concern in your voice. “leg day, babe. trust the process.”

-> and you were in his arms, his feet carrying you to the ballroom music playing from the speaker. “you said you wanted to learn, so… i took a few classes for you. so i can teach you.”

-> you nearly melted in his arms. “you learned?” “mmh.” “and you want to teach me?” “mmh.” you beamed and snuggled against his chest as his feet continued guiding you. “okay. teach me, then.”

hiori yo

-> hiori always looked princely to you, so the fact that he knew how to ballroom dance wasn’t a surprise

-> “i’m sorry about this,” he sighed while pulling you into his chest. his mom was having an event where guests were expecting to ballroom dance and invited you knowing you had no experience

-> you shook his apology off and smiled. “it’s okay. i can leave if you—“ a gasp left your lips when hiori pulled you up onto his feet. “yo—“ “trust me. i won’t let her embarrass you, okay?”

-> your dress covered your shoes as he led you around the room. you made sure to flash his mother a sickly sweet smirk when you caught her eyes mid-twirl. the glare she shot at you made it all worth it

bachira meguru

-> “i do!” “no, you don’t.” “watch me.”

-> you and bachira were arguing, him in his suit and you in your dress, over his claim that he knew how to ballroom dance. “i really do!” he said while taking your hands in his. “my mom and i used to dance around the house all the time!”

-> you hummed. sounds plausible. “show me, then.” “fine!” you gasped when bachira suddenly picked you up and dropped you onto his feet before taking your hand in his and dancing around the room

-> “okay!” you laughed. “i was wrong—you can dance!” “exactly. i’ll accept my apology in kisses!”

yukimiya kenyu

-> you were tired from work and school and missed your boyfriend. when you got home, he quickly noticed your slumped shoulders and jumped into action

-> “here.” he held a hand out for you and pulled you into his chest when you accepted it. “dance with me.”

-> you smiled softly. “you know i can’t…” yukimiya pulled you close. “come here, then.” he lifted you just enough to balance you on his feet and kissed the corner of your mouth before you could protest

-> he swept you around the room, smiling when you laughed. he held you close and shook his head when you asked if it hurt. “we should dance like this more. i like it.” “mmm, i like you.”

karasu tabito

-> “yer crazy,” karasu said with a grin when you suggested sneaking into a rich people party. the signs suggested ballroom dancing and the outfits were so gorgeous you wanted nothing more than to attend

-> you and karasu thrifted some appropriate clothing and hid behind masquerade masks for easy entry. you’d been so excited about the idea of dressing up and breaking in that you forgot you can’t dance

-> “tabi,” you tugged his tux sleeve. “our cover’s blown. i can’t dance.” he casually slipped a hand around your waist, settling on the small of your back. “i got this, darling.”

-> you nearly laughed when he explained the plan, but you couldn’t think of anything better. with you on karasu’s shoes, you took to the center of the room and let him lead you around until you were blushing and giggling like a madman. “where did you learn to dance like this?” his only response was to smile and kiss you

kurona ranze

-> “let’s dance!” you cheered when the only ballroom song on your playlist randomly came on. “i don’t know how to ballroom dance, so we can just—“

-> “got it, got it,” kurona hummed as he pulled you onto his feet. “i can dance.”

-> your eyes widened. “you what?” he hummed again and began swaying you to the beat, laughing when you squealed in excitement. “since when?!”

-> kurona twirled you. “jin.” you laughed. of course. “teach me, too.” “‘k, ‘k.”

[mrinafria]

[contains spoilers]

I'm an eternal digger of good narrative techniques. A decent story becomes great in my eyes if the narrative is done right. And it's one of the hardest things to do really, since there's no one-size-fits-all rule for what technique works well with a particular story and what doesn't. One of the primary reasons I keep obsessing over Lovely Runner is its' narrative technique. In all honesty, if it had a linear, singular narrative, I would not be hyperventilating over it on a constant basis (I still would just a certain amount, because both Byeon Woo Seok and Kim Hye Yoon deserve awards for what they are doing). One reason it has managed to knock it out off the park and take the top spot in my forever-favorite list is how wonderfully well the narrative is done.

The primary perspective used in this show is Im Sol's. It's through her we're introduced to the story. Her perspective gives shape to the plot, the characters, because we learn things through her. Her perspective is absolutely critical for exposition. Without her thoughts and way of viewing things, you would never realize why saving Seon Jae means so much to her, or why she would bend the rules and bulldoze ahead when it comes to his safety (exhibit A, her leaving home on the day of the accident, despite knowing about her fate). She'd rather have him alive than have him in her life. Without her narrative, you'd think it's really all about a fan saving her idol (thanks to everyone who'd rejected the script listening to that pitch by the way, I'm grateful we have BWS and KHY as the leads because of that, I would not change it for anyone else). With Im Sol's perspective, you realize, she is not just a fan: she's an ardent admirer, a cheerleader, a well-wisher, a protector, an invisible friend trying to support her friend any way she can, someone who respects Seon Jae, sees him as an idol but also as a human, someone who wants to give back to him the same kindness, empathy and love she had once received from him over a radio call. To her, Seon Jae is first a guardian angel and then an idol, the angel who changed her view of life, made her appreciate things even amidst all that could be wrong with the world and her life. He saved her. Not just on that day at the hospital but every time she struggled and faltered since then, he was there, as invisible as it may have been. So this time, she wants to save him, no matter the price.

Then comes Seon Jae. Oof. If Im Sol's perspective gives the story its beautiful, beautiful shape, Seon Jae's perspective breathes literal life in to the body of the story. The show wouldn't be what it is today if not for his perspective. Without his view into things, Im Sol appears as a fangirl going to extreme measures to save her idol, clinging onto him like a monkey (yes I mean the poster) embarrassing the heck out of herself, making you cringe (in a good, enjoyable way) throughout. Then you reach the end of episode 2 and it knocks the breath out of you because WHAT DO YOU EVEN MEAN. It all clicks.

All this while we kept thinking Seon Jae was caught off guard and just kind enough to tolerate her antics, and maybe he'd slowly fall for her now, only to realize we were completely oblivious to a whole different side of the story. If Im Sol's narrative draws you in and keeps you hooked, making you root for her to succeed, it's Seon Jae's narrative that makes you irredeemably fall in love with them and sincerely, genuinely, desperately hope they get their happy ending together after all the storm.

And the motifs. Walking/running, for instance. I'll focus on just one scene here. I recall seeing a bts where KHY is discussing the OG 2008 accident scene, and it explains how she has to slow down, while running away, for just a moment, only to be hit by the taxi driver. Have you ever been in a situation of absolute panic, desperation and stress, then suddenly found a familiar face or a name or a thing you could connect to, and felt a wave of relief rush through you? She sees Seon Jae, a person who is calling out her name. Even if she didn't know him back then, the fact that he knew her (and that he had his uniform on), gives her a sense of safety she badly needed that moment. That momentary relief, so visible in her features, then overtakes the crippling fear she felt running in the middle of nowhere with no one in sight in the dead of the night. Her body, already exhausted beyond anything, responds to the relief she feels for those few seconds, slowing down her steps.

And that is when she is caught off-guard and hit. That also might have added to Im Sol's anger at the hospital when she is screaming at Seon Jae, her internal anguish that if only she had not paused seeing Seon Jae, and kept on running, then maybe she wouldn't be hit, wouldn't fall, wouldn't lose her ability to walk. It's one thing to have tropes and symbolic things, but it's a very different thing to know how to use them effectively so they elicit very specific types of emotions/reactions out of people. Lovely Runner excels in that. All kdramas more or less have 'things' that take on different meanings for the couples/viewers. It's the way motifs are used to narrate the story in this one that has me going back over and over again to all the episodes aired so far. These are not just their 'things', these are 'things' that drive the plot forward, tell you about their characters, their personal motivations, what they mean to each other and so much more.

This is getting longer that I intended it to be so will end with this. I feel valued when watching Lovely Runner. And I've seen people saying the same thing. It feels like they respect your critical thinking skills, and your ability to infer, so they don't spoon-feed you everything from the get-go, and you can't predict much despite it being primarily a rom-com. You'd be pulling your hair out (again, in a good way) trying to figure out what they will show next, and you will be somewhat or very far from the truth, which will compel you to think further about the story, the characters, long after an episode has aired...I can't remember the last time it happened with a drama. I love this storytelling.

[romanoffsdarling]

Time To Say (Goodbye)

Pairing: Daughter-in-Law!Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: It’s something that should have never started in the first place, something you should have stopped long ago. Why does something so wrong have to feel so right?

Word Count: 3,339

Warnings: G!P Wanda, cheating/infidelity, slight daddy kink, oral (R and Wanda receiving), possessive sex, angst. 18+, Minors DNI.

Author’s Note: Sorry if this is trash… I haven’t really written for G!P before.

“How did your date go?”

It’s an innocent question, borne out of genuine interest in your personal life, but you couldn’t stop the smallest of winces from flitting across your face. The feeling of burning eyes boring into the side of your head doesn’t help things, but you meet the gentle gaze of your daughter steadily, a wane smile curling your lips upward.

“It went fine,” you reply, placing your fork back down on the placemat. Lest she notice the shakiness of your hand. “I had a great time.”

“Will you be seeing him again?”

The husky voice, made even huskier by the accent slipping through the cracks, interrupts whatever your daughter had been about to say. A certain note of sharpness laid within it that you could pick out instantly, but your daughter seemed wholly unaware of. Instead, she offers you an encouraging smile too, clearly agreeing with her wife. Knowing that if you didn’t look at her, if you didn’t even try to create a semblance of normalcy, then your daughter, for all of her obliviousness, would pick up on something— that being the last thing you want.

Meeting darkened emerald with your own steady gaze is a test unto itself— staring into the eyes of Wanda Maximoff, your daughter’s wife, and answering a question about your dating life is one thing, but staring at the woman you’ve secretly been having an affair with?

An entirely different matter.

“I don’t know.” Honesty is the best possibility, right? Even though you think that scheme of rules had abandoned you long ago. “He was nice, but I don’t know if he’d want to see me again.”

Your daughter scoffs. “Please, he’d be an absolute idiot to not want to take you out again.” She shifts in her seat, gesturing towards her wife. “Right, Wanda?”

Wanda, who had been staring at you with an unreadable expression, seemingly softens, but you could see the war being waged within her eyes, as she smiles gently. “An absolute fool.” Emerald eyes trace over your face. “Only an imbecile would be able to let you go.”

You shift in your seat, well aware of the double nuance hidden within her words, but your daughter continues forward with the conversation, easily switching subjects to something that happened to her at work the previous week, and you’ve never been more relieved for a shift then right now.

Even though, as you begin to slowly finish your dinner, listening half heartedly to your daughters rambling, you could feel Wanda’s gaze still steadily boring into you. A heat building between the two of you that you know she wouldn’t let go of— no matter what.

You should have known that she’d corner you when your daughter was otherwise preoccupied upstairs, your own attention being on finishing up the dishes.

A warm body suddenly pressing you into the counter, heated lips tracing across your neck, almost makes you drop the plate in your grasp, but you’re able to steady yourself just enough to stop that inevitable disaster from occurring.

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me you went on a date?” The words are snarled against your pulse point, teeth digging into the sensitive flesh there. No doubt leaving a mark that’d you have for the next few days as a reminder. “That you let someone else ever think they’d be able to have you?”

A small sound escapes your throat before you can stop it. The feeling of Wanda pressed so firmly against your back: hands gripping your hips, a familiar bulge making its home against your ass, and the soothing tongue that’s gently lapping over yet another mark she had just made.

“Answer me,” she hisses, warm breath hot over the shell of your ear. “I want to know why the fuck you thought I’d ever let anyone else have you?”

You shake your head. “We can’t do this, Wanda. What we’ve been doing—” A gasp is wrenched from your lips when Wanda grinds her erection against you, her blatant need for you apparent. “It’s wrong. What we’re doing is wrong.”

Wanda huffs out a laugh. “That’s not what you were saying when I had you screaming on this very counter last weekend. In fact—” She steps closer, pulling you impossibly tighter against her body. “I think you wanted nothing more than for me to continue.”

Turning in her grasp, you’re soon face-to-face with Wanda’s smoldering gaze, the darkness from earlier making its appearance blatantly known. “My daughter, your wife, is upstairs right now.” You glance up, trying to hear any note of disturbance. Fortunately not finding any. “We can’t do this anymore, Wanda. I can’t keep betraying my daughter like this.”

“How many times have I told you that I’d divorce her for you? How many fucking times have I told you that I’m completely in love with you?” She steps forward, forehead pressing against your own, voice dropped to a heated whisper. “You’re the love of my life. No one, not even your daughter, will ever be able to compare.”

You flinch at the reminder of your child. “We’ve been over this. You love what I do for your body, Wanda. You don’t love me, I’m over a decade older than you, much more than that let’s be honest, and there’s nothing you can say that’ll change that fact.” You run a frazzled hand through your hair. “Why can’t you accept that?”

“Because you mean everything to me.”

“And she means everything to me.”

A snarl curls her lips upward, clearly displeased by the turn that this conversation had taken, but you’re well aware that Wanda wouldn’t simply let this be— that she wouldn’t just let you go. Not after everything you’ve been through together.

While you firmly believed that Wanda didn’t love you in the manner she said she did— however much it may cause your heart to flutter whenever she said it— you do believe that she felt a bone-deep attraction to you. That she craved you in the same exact way that you did for her.

Instinctually.

Carnally.

Like the very basis of your beings were meant to be united in an intrinsic way— hence the passionate love affair that you’ve been part of for the last two years.

“Get on your knees.” The command shouldn’t come as a surprise to you, not with how worked up Wanda clearly was, but you still couldn’t stem the shocked expression from making an appearance on your face. “You heard me, baby. I want you to get on your knees for me.”

“Wand—”

A snarl interrupts your rebuttal, surprisingly strong hands gripping your biceps in an iron hold. “No,” she hisses. “This is not the time to argue, this is not the time to make up fucking excuses on why we shouldn’t do this, we only have a little while left before she comes back down here. I’m not going to waste the time I have with you by fighting over something we clearly both want.” Wanda tugs at your arms, showing you clearly what she wants. “Get on your knees. Now.”

Knowing that there’s no use in denying her any further, not with the way your own arousal is currently painting you thighs beneath your dress, you follow her command, eliciting a contented sigh from her. With slightly shaking hands, you quickly make work of both her belt and shimmy her tights jeans down her legs, instantly being met by her hard length.

“Come on, baby,” Wanda coos, threading her fingers through the strands of your hair. “You know what I want.”

Without preamble, or any form of warning, you take Wanda completely into your mouth— from tip until your nose brushes across her pubic bone— delighting in the harsh gasp she lets out, the hand not in your hair steadying herself on the counter behind you. The taste of Wanda, her familiar scent, entrances you completely, surrounding you wholeheartedly. Bobbing up and down, mindful to keep your lips completely sealed to deter any possible noise from escaping, the feeling of Wanda stretching out your throat due to her girth is a heady drug you’ve grown addicted to.

“Fuck,” Wanda curses, hands tightening in your hair. Dragging you up and down her cock, forcing herself further into the back of your throat. “You’re doing so good, baby. Taking me so well. Better than anyone ever has.”

Your nails dig into the backs of her thighs, tongue lashing across the sensitive head, tasting the pre-cum that’s been steadily escaping since you started, the familiar salty, and somehow slightly sweet, flavor making you suck even harder. The action causes Wanda’s hips to jerk harshly, gagging you due to how deep her cock goes, but only a filthy groan is what she gives you in form of an apology— darkened emerald eyes watching you with rapt attention.

Feeling the way she’s beginning to jerk, the way that her hips were beginning to stutter in their momentum, causes you to become aware of how close she is to cumming. Which is why, when Wanda pulls out of your mouth entirely, a small hiss leaving her lips due to the difference in temperature, you’re fairly confused.

With a hand on your neck, Wanda drags you upward, lips descending to filthily meet yours in a twisted embrace. Her tongue meeting yours in a tangle, getting reacquainted with one another, before her teeth nips at your bottom lip when she pulls away. A thin trail of saliva connects you both, so close to one another you weren’t even sure whose air you were breathing anymore.

“You’re so perfect for me,” Wanda murmurs, slender fingers trailing down you face. “The perfect girl for daddy.”

Your thighs clench together at the nickname— one that isn’t used often, as you’re still embarrassed by it at times, but you’ve slowly come to terms with it, how hot it makes Wanda feel, and the erotic thrill it sends down your spine whenever you utter it in the heat of passion.

Wanda’s hands snake down to the back of your legs, placing you so you’re seated on the cold, marble countertop, dark emerald eyes tracing over the expanse of exposed skin that’s at her disposal. Hiking up your dress until it’s situated around your waist, Wanda drinks in the sight of your bare legs, until they settle on her prize. A heated expression taking over the briefly surprised one.

“Not wearing any panties, baby?” A slender finger trials down your slit, parting your folds and barely dipping into the wetness she finds there. “Naughty girl.”

“Only for you.”

A wordless cry is ripped from your throat when Wanda descends onto your clit with a ravenous hunter, tongue lashing against the bundle of sensitive nerves. Drinking you in as if you were her favorite drink, hands making sure you were kept wide open for her. When she lowers herself further, giving her the perfect angle to dip her tongue into your opening, a small keen escapes you. Brief panic settling within your chest as it echoes across the kitchen— not that it stops Wanda in the slightest. In fact, at the confirmation that she was making you feel good, she sped up her movements. Working further and further into your tunnel, small noises of her own, muffled by your cunt, showcasing how affected she is by your taste and the feel of you.

Your climax washes over you quickly, both by how long it’s been since she’s touched you, and the fervency in which she’s currently doing so. Barely being able slap a hand over your mouth before you scream out your release, gushing into Wanda’s waiting mouth, hips flexing and bucking against her solid hold, you feel the tremors make their way down your spine, sending a pleasant chill through you.

Wanda only pulls away once she’s helped you through the aftershocks, face slick with your wetness, but the familiar fire once again scorches you through you at the look she levels you with.

“I need to have you,” Wanda murmurs, standing to settle between your still parted legs. Her cock, that looks almost painfully hard, resting against you, rubbing slightly against your clit, as she situates herself. “We don’t have a lot of time left. Not enough for me to worship you the way you deserve to be worshiped.” She looks almost put out by that. “But, I’m still going to fuck you in a way that only I will ever be able to replicate. Make you mine in the way that you’ve made me yours. Think you can handle that, baby?”

As an answer, you loosely wrap your arms around her neck, tugging her into a brief kiss. You’re well aware you didn’t have enough time left, that idle chitchat would only shave it sway, which is something Wanda seems to register at last. Within the next moment, she’s buried to the hilt in you, your walls stretching to accommodate the familiar length. Tucking your head into her neck, to muffle some of your moans as Wanda begins to thrust, you grapple at her back, nails digging into the leather of her jacket, as Wanda seems to lose herself in the feel of you.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh permeates the air, an occasional grunt or moan intercepting it, and you’d normally be concerned by how much noise you’re making, especially since your daughter is still in the house, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care when Wanda fills you so completely, when she plays your body like her favorite instrument.

“Keep fucking me, baby,” you whine, grappling her shoulders, a small tremor making itself known. “I’m so close.”

You were drunk on pleasure as Wanda kept driving her hips forward, one slender finger roughly rubbing your clit in time with each thrust. It’s of no surprise that you find your release quickly after, gushing over Wanda’s cock.

Something that causes her to groan, no doubt feeling the way your inner walls began to constrict around her, trying to milk her for everything she’s worth.

“I’m not going to last much longer, baby,” Wanda gasps, lowering her head to your shoulder. Hips flexing as she tries to stem her climax to extend her pleasure just a bit more, to keep feeling you for just a bit longer. “Going to fill you up.”

With a stuttering thrust, a sharp groan escaping her, Wanda bites down onto the juncture where your shoulder meets your neck, as her climax hits her— jets of her cum painting your inner walls white, warming you up.

Once her own shuddering dies down, when she’s resting limply against your body, your hands gently tracing down her still quivering back, does her voice finally break the silence between you. “I don’t know if I can give this up.” She pulls you back, emerald eyes pleading with you. “I don’t know if I can give you up.”

A bitter smile twists your lips upward, the reminder that Wanda wasn’t truly yours, and that you weren’t truly hers, leaving a sour taste in your mouth.

“It’ll be best for everyone,” you reply, tucking a strand of red hair behind her ears. Heart cracking at the way she leans into the gentle touch. “You owe it to yourself, and my daughter, to try and make your marriage work.”

“And if it doesn’t?”

“It will.” It’s an affirmation, one you didn’t particularly put your entire heart behind. Something you didn’t want to dwell too much on. “Anyone would be lucky to have you, Wanda.”

Tears gather in emerald eyes eyes, her head dropping to rest against your chest, as sadness swells between the both of you.

“The only person I want to have me is you.”

You press a kiss to the top of her head, closing your eyes to abate your own tears. “I know.”

“Are you going to come up and visit us during the holidays, mom?”

Your daughter’s hopeful face twists the knife deeper into your heart, but you offer her a gentle smile in return.

“If my schedule allows for it.” You open your arms to accept the final hug she wanted to give you, thankful that you had half a mind to clean yourself up further after you tryst in the kitchen. “I’d love to come visit, you know that.”

At her happy squeal, she finally detached from you, shifting to fully stand on the other side of your doorway, where Wanda had been silently waiting for the last ten minutes, emerald eyes never straying far from you, and you offer her one last smile.

“Drive safe you two,” you warn, what you hope is a good natured expression on your face. “I want you two to be intact when I see you next.”

Your daughter laughs brightly at that, already moving to unload all of her bags in the car, leaving just you and Wanda standing on the porch. A tension falling between you two instantly.

“It was nice to see you, Wanda,” you say, trying to be diplomatic about this entire thing. “I hope the journey back won’t be too long.”

Wanda’s lips thin. “Don’t—” She turns to look back, making sure your daughter is still getting situated in the car. “Don’t treat me like this.”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re saying goodbye.”

You shake your head, a bitter feeling welling within your chest. “Aren’t I?” At the clear look that she’s about to rebuke your statement, you continue. “We’ve both agreed that you need to work on your marriage, Wanda. That you need to try and fix what’s been broken. To do that you can’t see me, and I can’t see you. It’d only end us right back where we started.”

“No,” Wanda hisses, making sure to keep her voice low. “I can’t not talk to you, can’t not see you, I won’t be able to survive.”

Your hand twitches at your side, wanting nothing more than to reach out and caress her cheek. Take away the anguish, the grief, that’s slowly settling over her beautiful face. “You’ll have to, Wanda. For the time being you’ll have to.” Taking a step back, deeper into the house, you almost sob at Wanda’s innate need to follow you. “We’ll see each other again. Once we’ve gotten one another out of our systems, once we’ve learned to be near one another without being together, we’ll see one another again.”

Wanda’s anguish is palpable to you, the pain shown so clearly within her emerald eyes, but you can’t back down. Not from this, not when you’ve finally found the strength to do what you should have done from the start.

The honking of the car in your driveway pulls your attention from her to your daughter’s impatient face. “You have to go.” You don’t turn back to her, knowing that if you saw her pain again you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself. “You have a long drive ahead of you.”

There’s a brief best of silence, wherein Wanda clearly waits for you to look at her, to do something, but you can’t. Not now. So, after another moment, she makes a noise low in her throat, almost like a wounded animal, and barely mutters out. “Goodbye.”

Something begins to rot in your chest, but you only allow a sad smile to twist your lips.

“Goodbye, Wanda.”

And, with that, she steps away from you, getting into the car, and driving off, disappearing down the road and out of your life for the foreseeable future. It’s only once you’re sure they’re gone, when you’re safely hidden behind the closed and locked door of your house, that you allow the tears to come, for your own anguish and grief to come to the surface.

You know what you did was the right thing. That it’d be better for yourself and Wanda for the long run, but that didn’t make it any easier.

Nor did it stop you from wishing that she’d come back.

[startagainaprologue]

so what causes bonnie to start looping??? do they make a silly wish at the favor tree and it goes wrong, like canon, or is there more to that?

what exactly does bonnie change from loop to loop? i.e. how would their deteriorating mental state affect things as the group climbs the House, what things do they do to get different outcomes, how do they go about breaking the loops, etc.

is there also an equivalent to the friend quests here? im guessing there is but i want to know.about them.

is loop still loop or is loop different?

and also. very important question. how oblivious is the party to any and all of this???

1: iits a combo of their wish !! (which in this au is smth along the lines of "i wish for my friends and sister to be safe and happy!") with of course. combines with the collective wishes for vaugarde to be saved + siffrin's wish (which is why they still loop back at Euphrasie).thhey didnt wish properly but its just the phrasing and strong believing that got it redirected to them!fun!

2: ummm.bit unsure on this if im being honest? but for the deteriorating mental state uh..the group definitely picks up on it!! bonnie isnt an actor. they cant hide it well. and r probably generally more quick to get mad or snap at the party..they are.worried to say the least.sus route happens so easy here HELP.

3: i imagine there would be but!!admittedly ive been...procrastinating on figuring out how theyd go.. im sure siffrins is similar but i think the others would need to be changed up a considerable amount

4: loop is our loop!!! :] they feel bad.

annnd 5: at the start!! bonnie actually would tell them about the loops.felt it was important to tell them. buuut as time went on they started.doing it less and less. didnt feel like it. just made them all worry and pity them and they crabbing hated it!! as the loops go on they. are obv not aware of the loops themselves but. can tell smth is up with bonnie

[haecien]

&teams reaction to you flirting with them

- Reaction, drabble, fluff, humor/crack

A/n: so I was talking to zanna and sending &team memes and I sent this post and my brain begins braining and I decided to write this LMAO, also I changed haruas place caus I thought it fitted him better, maki's and taki's r bothering me

Flirts back like a normal person " Kei & Fuma "

This is probably the only normal reaction, I feel like maybe they would be caught off guard for a bit but then they'd flirt back. Maybe it might turn into a competition by the end LMAO

Flirts back in the most ridiculous way possible " Yuma, Ej "

God they're so ... Chessy pick up lines thrown left and right, they definitely did that rizz thing when they say " look over there ! " then pull your chin so that your looking at them. ITS SO.... IAHEJEHD , deff in there mind they're playing " treat me like white tee. " they thing they're sly as hell but in reality they look like an absolute dork, you found it cute tho and had a good laugh out of it.

Just stands there " Jo "

Jo is such a flustered boy, he doesn't even know what to say. His ears are turning red by the second, he tries to cover it but at that point his entire face is red, good job you broke him😭 you tease him about this even in the future, you'll literally mention everytime when the topic of "flirting" pops up.

Shuts it down " Nicholas "

LMAO nico is a flirt sometimes but hed shut you down just to get a reaction out of you, " Oh! Nico by the way, did you know I just thought of something. " " What is it? " " You know why I'd rate you a 9/10, its cause if you replace the n in nine with m you'd be mine"

" You're gross. " (he secretly enjoys it and is giggling in his mind )

Completely oblivious. " Harua "

If you haven't seen the clip of the director calling harua cute but the thought just completely went over his head, you should watch it. But Harua is going to be oblivious to it, maybe it would take him a few minutes for him to process it but he'll get it eventually. Maybe he won't who knows, but if he does get it eventually he'll get flustered as hell. (Guys I love him )

Becomes a total mess, like whatever ur imagining but way worst- " Maki, Taki "

I legit didn't know what to type here, so. Maybe I feel like they might take this the wrong way and think of something else but there mind goes completely blank... eventually they get so flustered and goes " OH? " cue maki speaking from English to Japanese. "Its so crazy bro!- *switches to japanese*" (I love it when he does that multilingual king )

[that-smallinjured-bowylamb]

Hehe! I have a post abt my characters on my blog that has more info abt them.

Going in order of said post their reactions:

Vector- he likely senses something is off. He has that animalistic sixth sense about Yuu. He acts friendly but every bone in his little fox body is screaming at him to bite Yuu hard enough for an infection.

Liz- he's not entirely convinced by Yuu and will sometimes hang around the reader. At least from most prying eyes. He has a reputation as a trustworthy Octavinelle member to uphold, and unfortunately, the rumors pushing everyone away from the reader make it so that anyone hanging around the reader is shunned. Sometimes talks to the reader about their daydreams of being a pirate/sailor. Even offering to sweep the reader away on a boat. (Reader's no longer existent personality kinda reminds them of North at their first meeting)

Gem-they trust their brother completely. Also hang out with the reader.

Valentine- this man listens to true crime and criminology books while sewing, he knows this creature did something and is wrong in the head.

North- this dude is completely oblivious to the rumours surrounding the reader. Also trusts Grim more cause he's a cat (bro's been lied to by too many humans) and offers the kitty and his favoured human a safe haven.

Solaris-the mind reading fae is looking for an optimal curse for Yuu.

Now for fun; My Yuu's reaction!

They're most likely in a spectral form, but more like a poltergeist (throwing stuff at Yuu, incoherent whispering, etc) is half tempted to possess the reader's body and start wailing on Yuu in front of everyone. Is cursing out every single person who turns away from the reader.

Kaybai for now~~

OMGGG THIS. THISSSN HAHAHSHWJAISJWSHHD making my heartbeat fr- i luv ocs sm idc what my oc-anti classmates say. Ocs r PEAKK. A literal creative imagination to reflect oneself or creativity from SOUL. Ahahajwjwjsj

Reader's personality hasn't been found out yet, not that I don't wanna give them one but,,, thats goinf to sound like a self-insert, so I'll still make it vague if you dont mind!

Listen... ur Ocs,,, I need to gib hug... continuing on-

Reader would most definitely like their presence, some are smart enough to stray away from Yuu [Liz, Valentine, Solaris], some just trusts their loved ones (or interests bc grim,,, cat..) and hangs out with reader because they can [Gem and North], and Vector's instincts vro, absolutely. Like- he doesn't trust them because its obviously of Yuu's vibes. Oh, your suspiciously creepy? I don't like you.

And your Yuu omg- poltergeist... I love watching analog horror or any tyoe of horror, sometimes true documantary when I feel like learning about criminals misdeeds,,, idk why i jst do it, it seems interesting than learning my native language 💔..

Your Yuu is defo fire 💯 [if they r an actual ghost and died somewhere relatively in fire, my apologies 🫶] just helping whenevr they can, waitut... your Yuu teaming up with the other ghosties and annoying the shyte out of creepy!Yuu??? I think that would be hilarious ajjssj-

Wanna know a fun fact btw? This creepy!Yuuniverse is actually based off of Chilla's art games. Night shift, I think? Its where, you play as a female barista trying to go with her life and working in through nightshifts while dealing with many different types of people [customers, your a-hole of a co-worker...] AND two stalkers. Idk how to explain the full game and ion wanna spoil it, you should go watch Coryxkenshin playing that Chilla's art game!!!

[your-favourite-yapper]

james&sirius r fucking but james is in a secret rsp w bellatrix and sirius is engaged to bellatrix and havig daily panci tttacks because he's convinced bellatrix would kill him in a week which hes only able to g thru bc jammes is w himand meanwhile james is getting his cock sucked by her as he calms him down n when he says "baby slow down" were not sure if hes talking to bellatrix or sirius

he's obviously talking to Sirius bc Bellatrix isn't baby and sirius knos abt this which is why hes tearing up a bit bc like. even tho james is actually the worst person evr 4 doing thsj hes also the only person making sure sirius doesn’t actually have a heart attack n die before the wedding. like james is fully cheating on his psycho bf w his fiancé but in his defense he’s doing it bc he doesn’t want sirius 2 die so its actually rly sweet. n bellatrix is like "jamie ur so tense" n james is like "yeah work is stressful" meanwhile work is literally making sure sirius doesnt drop dead from anxiety and srius is like. so aware that james is playing both sides but he is too busy freaking out abt his own murder to care. hes like “what if she poisons my tea” n james is like “she wont babe i check ur tea first” n sirius is like “ok whew” but like. jammes is also fucking her so like. what if james is in on it?? n sirius is like. no. no hes not. he cant be. but WHAT IF. n meanwhile bellatrix is fully having the time of her life oblivious to the fact tht her fiancé n bf r basically forming a trauma bond over her potential homicide plans n one day bellatrix is like “sirius u look like shit <3” n james is like “haha yeah he’s just stressed haha” n sirius is in the corner like rocking back n forth bc if he says the wrong thing hes getting a knife in the eye. but its fine bc james kisses him after n tells him “baby u gotta calm down” n its the first time sirius has felt safe all week

[bonefall]

Lakeheart is the first to realize Leaftail's crush and just sits back with popcorn for a bit. She plans to bring it up eventually, but also she finds it too funny not to enjoy for a bit. Its the opposite of "they seem like very good friends" where Hallowflight is like "we r very good friends :)" while wearing the wedding ring Leaftail hate-made for him that visit. And Lakeheart has to sit there containing her laughter like "oh!! how sweet, a ring! was it a date?" and Hallowflight just goes "No its a ring, not a fruit?"

Hallow: "My name is sappho and this is my friend :)"

Leaftail: "JUST YOU WAIT ILL WIPE THAT SMUG LOOK OFF YOUR FACE. I'LL SHOW YOU..."

Hallow: "Show me what? I'd like to see, you are always such a gracious host and I enjoy my time with you."

Leaftail: "HrrrrrrGHH"

Lakeheart: "I could probably fix them. But having a first row seat to whatever's wrong with them is so, so much more interesting."

She can't even tell if it's an act on Hallowflight's behalf or not, like if he really is just that oblivious or if it's an act. She's got a personal bet going on that it's an act.

Hallow can be a really smart guy, and even very vindictive (that's why he joined the Dark Forest after all, to get back at Troutstream and Mossyfoot who were bullying him). So it seems odd that he just... doesn't know.

But WOW is he a good actor, if that's the case. Another one of his many surprising talents, he never stops impressing her.

[cceanvvaves]

growing up; p.jh

(moved to isanggayfrog) warning: none

Jihyo and Y/N have been inseparable the moment they met. The latter arriving in Jihyo's town at the raw age of 4, it was no question as to how the two became so close easily, being the same age, give or take a few months. 

Two girls stood behind their fathers, small hands clutching the men's legs. The slightly shorter of the two stared with wide, curious eyes, wanting to make a new friend but too timid to approach first. Instead, she sent a shy smile, to which Y/n responded with a small one of her own. "Sorry about my daughter," Y/n's father laughed. "I assure you, she's very talkative at home. She's still young, so moving's probably different for her, though I hope she's too young to miss the old house much." Mr. Park looked at her amusedly, pushing Jihyo out from behind. "Go on, say hi."

***

"'M bored," complained Y/n, lazily scribbling a messy 'bear' on her paper. She glanced over at Jihyo's drawing, eyes widening impressed at the much neater flowers. "Look," said Jihyo excitedly, "this one is me" - she pointed at a stick figure in a triangular dress - "and this is you!" she tapped another 'girl' with wiggly lines for hair. The doodles could only be told apart by the dresses' colors, one pink and the other purple. She wrote a barely legible note that said 'Y/n n Jihyo 4evr' with a crossed out 'Jiho' and inverted r. "Really?" Y/n asked brightly, understanding the seemingly alien handwriting. Jihyo nodded. "You agree, right?" "Of course!"

***

"Dad?" Jihyo called up to her father. At 8 years of age, she proved to be a very curious and observant child. "Why do you kiss mommy?" Mr. Park looked into the innocent eyes of his daughter and chuckled. "Because I love her, very, very much." Equipped with this information, she skipped happily to her best friend, pulling her along to the privacy of the bedroom, away from parents' prying eyes. Jihyo suddenly became nervous, which didn't go unnoticed by Y/n.

"What's wrong?" the (still) slightly taller asked, taking her friend's left hand in her own, since the right was hidden behind her back. Slowly, the young Park produced a small, square box, topped with a purple bow. "I asked mommy to let me get it for you," she explained, head bowed. Y/n took it carefully into her hands, slowly lifting the lid and gasping at its contents. A beautiful key pendant shone back at her, its golden glow reflecting in her eyes.

"It's... beautiful," she breathed. "I- thank you- I can't- how can I-" She was cut off by a chaste kiss to the lips, given by none other than Jihyo, oblivious to society's views. "Dad said people kiss when they love each other," she mumbled. "And I love you," she finished matter-of-factly, with a bright smile, which Y/n returned after recovering from the surprise. "I love you, too!"

***

"Did you have fun with Jihyo today?" asked Y/n's mother during dinner. At the mention of her best friend's name, the 8 year old's eyes brightened. "Yes! She gave me a gift. I love her," she finished confidently, scooping some rice into her mouth. Her father frowned. "You love her?" Y/n nodded, "I love her! Like you love mama." Shaking their heads, the parents thought she was too young to know the different kinds of love, so they let it pass, taking it to mean that Y/n loved Jihyo as a sister.

***

A duo of 12 year old girls cuddled by the window, limbs tangled in the covers and staring at the same book. Both of them looked quite untidy, which wasn't really unusual since it was very early in the morning. Y/n and Jihyo had had a sleepover, presently reading Cinderella's story together. "You know, I always wanted to be a princess," Jihyo stated, turning a page. Y/n snorted. "You're already like Cinderella, you somehow manage to lose your shoes and I have to tie your shoelaces." The shorter scowled before retorting, "Well, you're like Elsa, so cold."

"I am not cold. You're like Belle! If books were people, you'd probably marry one." "Then I'll be Belle and you'll be Ariel, you're as clumsy as her, anyway," Jihyo decided. "Nah, I'll be your prince charming," Y/n teased. "Are you implying that I am the beauty and you are the beast?" Y/n feigned a look of hurt. "Rude! And I thought my future girlfriend was a lovely lady." Jihyo blushed.

***

But all the oblivious talk about love and being girlfriends, all the 'dates' and sneaked hugs ceased as they grew older. People started to raise eyebrows when they were a bit too close; it was no longer cooed at like it was when they were 'young and clueless'. With this, the best friends drifted apart, more focused on getting good grades, hanging out with other friend groups and living their youthful life. Their relationship only worsened when Y/n didn't lose her 'childhood feelings'. Jihyo, on the other hand, had gotten herself a boyfriend, no longer having enough time for all her friendships. It was probably because of this they had a fight.

Both sat around a glass bottle among friends, together in a mutual friend's house. The small group was in the middle of a Truth or Dare game. The last player, Nayeon, who'd just danced to the Macarena for 5 minutes, spun the bottle. It landed on Jihyo, who was asked by a mischievous Nayeon after picking Truth, "Was Daniel your first kiss?" Jihyo glanced at Y/n, who either didn't care or wasn't paying attention. "Yes," she said. Y/n stood abruptly and stalked off without a word, leaving the remaining girls confused.

***

"Why are you avoiding me?" Jihyo cornered Y/n at the girl's bathroom. "Why do you care?" she shot back, already having a bad day and not wishing to deal with anything at the moment. "What? Because I'm worried about you, idiot! Your grades dropped when you're usually a perfectionist, you seem to leave every time I enter the room, and you're always grumpy!" Y/n glared, rising up to her full height, trying to intimidate the shorter. "Why don't you hang out with your boyfriend instead, huh? I bet he keeps you busy." Jihyo gasped, offended. Pushing Y/n harshly by the shoulder, she said in a higher voice, "What are you implying, huh?! What's your problem?"

"You! You're my problem! Just because we're older, you left me! Sure, I understand you have limited time, you have to juggle it between studies and socializing, but every time I try to hang out with you, you have to decline for your other friends or boyfriend! Is seeing them everyday not enough? Do you even miss me?" she ranted, pushing her way out and slamming the door, leaving Jihyo bewildered.

***

"Jihyo's here to see you, dear!" Y/n's mother called from downstairs. "I'm busy!" she yelled back, but it was a complete lie. She was simply lying down on her bed and sobbing inside. "You shouldn't lie to my face like that," her visitor said with her arms crossed. Peeking at her from under her arm, Y/n scoffed. "Leave me alone." "That's not nice," Jihyo patted the covers smooth. "Do you remember what we used to do here? You said you'd be my prince charming." She smiled at the memory. "Well, you've found your true prince charming," the taller turned away. "No, actually. We broke up a few days ago. I suppose you didn't know because you've been avoiding me," Jihyo added shrewdly. "Why?"

"'Cause we agreed that we didn't like each other anymore."

"Okay," said Y/n, dropping her head back on the soft pillows and willing herself to fall asleep. But she was interrupted by Jihyo. "Do you remember what happened here when we were eight?"

A flash of memory went through her mind. Of course she remembers, it was the happiest day of her life. No, every moment with Jihyo was the happiest. Her hand subconsciously moved to wrap around the key necklace. The action was noticed by the giver.

"You still have it."

"Yeah,"

Silence.. and then-

"Can I kiss you?"

Y/n shot up in surprise, looking incredulously at her friend. "Sorry?"

"You heard me," Jihyo whispered, scooting closer. Y/n thought for a moment. Jihyo broke up with her boyfriend, so she wasn't ruining a relationship.. "Okay."

Jihyo pressed her lips on Y/n's quite roughly, not as gentle as it was when they were 8. Hands roamed each other's bodies, the atmosphere getting hotter by the second and both girls losing the ability to breathe-

Before it escalated further, Y/n pushed her away. "Was that enough for you?" she mumbled with swollen lips, stretching her collar in desperation to cool down.

"It only ever felt right with you. Will you be my girlfriend?"

Y/n grinned. "I'll be your prince charming."

[idcpxseur]

god im so stumped for the endgame ship i have so many ideas so imma just babble until my brain clears out

at the end of this theres a poll so yall should vote on what i should do!

Zanemau

zanemau has such a sweet, sweet, SWEET dynamic in mystreet

i imagine zane falls first and falls so incredibly hard

but he doesnt realize hes in love because hes so dead set on being the best, best friend.

it takes someone else calling him out on his actions (buying aphmau big, expensive gifts, being touchy with her, constantly vying to get her attention, giving her custom nicknames that he will get mad that ANYONE uses)

then when he realizes hes like "oh fuck what do i do" and completely panics around her at all times

aphmau is kind of oblivious to this. "i mean like he does this stuff all the time, why would it be different?"

meanwhile, aphmau kinda slowly realizes that shes falling for him. shes more nervous about completely ruining their friendship more than the idea of him rejecting her completely

the big gifts and compliments and touchiness make her SO happy and excited. i imagine zane is pretty tight with money (despite being a nepo baby and sitting on tons and tons of money from his rich ass parents) so when he actively forks out money EXLUSIVELY for her it makes her heart all fluttery

their feelings are obvious to everyone except the two of them. the group kinda actively puts them in situations where they are put together.

they are very much your typical, sweet "best friends to lovers" dynamic. which is why i love it sm

Laurmau

mcd laurmau makes me go WOOF WOOF BARK BARK WOAOAUEHEJFJ

and yes im relying heavily in mcd for their characterizations. those are the true versions of these characters. fight me.

yall seen miraculous ladybug? marichat and ladynoir? yeah. yeah its that. thats them

like okay: he is enamored by her looks but he just becomes absolutely smitten with her personality towards the beginning of pdh season 1. its that highschool crush that never goes away. even when he says it goes away, it doesnt. in fact, as they get closer, it gets so much worse!

he keeps the playful flirting and just teases her constantly

but you know as a friend, so he says

and she always playfully turns him down with a joke or a tease but you know. she knows that's just how he is! he has no feelings for her or anything!

but she was wrong, obviously. when they move to mystreet together after sort of growing apart during college, BOOM! those big dumb feelings come back and laurence is... well you know. hes laurence. he wears his heart on his sleeve and he pulls her aside and professes his love for her.

she turns him down (again) but hes unwavered! they go back to their original dynamic and nothing changes

...except BOOM!!! APHMAU CATCHES FEELINGS!!

mental breakdown ensues (on her end) because "HOLY SHIT I ACTUALLY CAUGHT FEELINGS FOR THIS DUMBASS!!! I CANT BELIEVE THE FLIRTING ACTUALLY WORKED OH GOD FUCK!!!"

the next time laurence flirts with her she drops the bomb so casually like

"hey, mlady, when are we going to go on that date?"

"i dont know laurence. when are you going to take me?" cue dead silence and aphmau locking Eyes with him and staring into his soul

it takes like 15 seconds for him to catch on

and he explodes. his face turns beet red. he blushes and smiles and giggles and practically kicks his feet and that motherfucker is GIDDY!!!

everything in their relationship is basically the same except they kiss

Garmau

I LOVE GARMAU IN MCD

god the way hes all shy for her and he subtly (SUBTLY!!!) tries to suggest his feeling for her

I LOVE GARMAU IN MCD IM SICK GOD

THE FALLING TREE SCENE?!?!?@? CHEFS KISS. LITERALLY AARMAU COULD N E V E R

(once again, im implementing more of their mcd personalities)

okok but this is mystreet, not mcd!

in my notes, garroth and aphmau were childhood friends for much longer! but then aphmau moved, they eventually lose contact over time so she remembers garroth the most but not really zane and vylad as much because shed often stick to his side because she has a little baby crush on him

CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO STRANGERS TO TO FRIENDS TO LOVERS DO YOU UNDERSTAND MY VISION!!!!!!!!!!!!!

okay but... not really "strangers" but they lose contact for a bit and reconnect in hs.

they dont instantly recognize each other but aphmau instantly recognizes zane when she sees him. it takes aphmau way too long (about 3-4 weeks into the school year, when vylad gets introduced and they go to the park together) to connect that garroth the "hot sophomore guy who i am fortunate enough to share air with who weirdly enough shares the name of my childhood crush/best friend but that surely is a coincidence, right?" is the same garroth ro'meave that she used to play with when she was young

garroth... knows. well he gets it much faster than she does. after all, "aphmau" is probably one of the most uncommon names to ever exist in this universe so he pretty much recognizes her right off the bat but how the fuck do you even begin to address this? (is what he asks laurence who literally just goes dude, just tell her)

and then you know how the story goes, the love triangle (love arrow? love axis? love corner??? ITS NOT A TRIANGLE WHY IS IT CALLED A LOVE TRIANGLE) commences, aphmau ends up rejecting both of them because they stressed her out and the boys chill out and then they all become friends

then college happens and BAM mystreet

garroth is more upfront to the fact that he never really got over her

sure he dated ivy and tried to date in college but nothing felt right

being with and near aphmau just felt right in a way no other person has managed to replicate

and suddenly she was back and the world felt right again

but hes still shy and has no idea how to approach her

(i imagine hes much more flirty and a little more like laurence [less extreme tho] when he doesnt really have feelings for a person)

and aphmau well? shes just happy to be back around him. the sun seems to shine brighter when shes with him and she has no idea why

theyre much more awkward then the other two ships i have listed here

esp as aphmau is falling like oh god. the tension??? the awkward pauses and long gazes??? ugh its delicious i eat it up

much like zanemau, it takes the skittles squad™ (aka the mystreet cast) to the extreme measure of locking them in a room and forcing them to confront their feelings /hj

or on the other hand, one of em confesses on complete accident or OOHH on a late night and just spilling their guts

anyway. again much like my zanemau written above garroth would SPOIL her with his ro'meave money and she would not know how to respond

wow i wrote a lot for garmau

BUT WERE NOT DONE BECAUSE WE STILL HAVE

Garrancemau & other ship ideas

so imagine garrancemau as laurmau and garmau happening cohesively much like mystreet where its a "competition" except they have the underlying tension of a college fling or smth like that

and aphmau kinda like. tries to get them together cuz she can see that they also have feelings for each other and they think this is some gay-denial like that

TRUE LOVE TRIANGLE you know???

but like i also wanna try my hand at rewriting aarmau to be less... bad...

*IN MY OPINION!!!

i really enjoy aarmaus dynamic but i do really like it more in a sibling light so i dont know if i really do wanna go the romance route

but also i love aroace aphmau! or katemau or travmau!

APHMAU IS A VERY SHIPPABLE CHARACTER OKAY? SHE HAS GOOD DYNAMICS WITH EVERYONE!!

so yeah. i dunno!! what do yall think? please, im very curious and im open to suggestions!!

*SUGGESTIONS!! i may not take them and decide to do fuck all so please if you give me a suggestion please know that i may not take it but i value your input and i put it into heavy consideration!!

[kidspawn]

AFTG - The Sunshine Court (Reaction Notes)

Never realized I forgot to post this lmao??? All I remember is Grayson and NEIL! A little good and a whole lotta bad. I started TGR this morning, so here's some unfiltered thoughts on the last few chapters of The Sunshine Court

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

- I got halfway through this fucking chapter and forgot to take any notes. There's so much hurt in all this healing and its almost suffocating to parse through sometimes. Like, it's very well written, and that's kind of the problem.

- There is a very particular relationship you have with someone who hurts you who you equally care for, or have some kind of dependency on, or you've latched onto. And you can get in your head and say you deserve the hurt and pain and abuse because its them, and they have the right and the final say. Whether because they are powerful or so magnetic or charismatic or terrifying they dictate the terms upon which you life your life. And you can wait a decade and there will still be this part of you that will carry that hurt and excuse the pain they inflicted.

- This goes to say that Jean's mentality is realistic and difficult to read because his relationship with his abusers is a two sided dagger, because he hates them and he loves them and he needs them and he can't be with them and he could not imagine a world without them but he can't go back. It's horrible, and its very very easy to dismiss as someone being stubborn or oblivious but when that's the only thing you've ever known sometimes it's just easier to deal with the expected you know youre equipped to handle than the possibility of a trial you won't ever understand.

- Anyway, I appreciate that responses to Jean's trauma are varied and sometimes (oftentimes) inappropriate or problematic, because once again its realistic. I appreciate Cat pushing, often too far, and Laila consoling, and Jeremy's patience, and their offers of friendship. Time and patience and support and a lot of ugly roadbumps. "I'll wait as long as it takes" is such a beautiful sentiment.

- He STAYED to watch the MOVIE ahhhhHHHH

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

- YEAH THEY KICKED MORIYAMA OFF HAHAHAHAHA GET FUCKKKKKED

- "I am not a Raven" this is the first time he says it wait. Ok, remember what I said about tragic/heavy moments balanced with little victories? This is EXACTLY what I meant. This is such a big deal for Jean omg.

- The coach change is a huge part in helping Jean realize the Ravens as he knows it are not there to hold power over him anymore. However painful that'll be for him, and I imagine it'll be incredibly painful, this is such a tremendous moment.

- I was worried when Jean got physical with Lucas they'd round on Jean and blame him. Cannot stress enough how significant it is that they're taking a middle ground, a level headed approach.

- Aaaand this is why I'm really hoping to come around on Lucas. I really really appreciate that there's a nuance here. His behavior IS atrocious, don't get me wrong. But wow can I appreciate how terrified and confused he is over his brother, and the whole, "the only thing I know about him is he hates you" sentiment is huge.

- "Another day, maybe" like I said tragedy followed by little victory.

- HEY CAT TOOK HIM TO THE BEACHFRONT!?!? 🥺🥺 To get dinner? And look at water? HE HASN'T SEEN THE WORLD OUTSIDE EVERMORE BEFORE!?!?!?

- "I think that's the first personal question you've asked me" AHHHHHHHHGH!?!?!?!?!?

- Everytime he calls back to rainbows in moments of healing ahhh. I associate that heavily with Renee, ofc, and Renee being a significant moment of healing in his life. And I just... ahhhHHHHHHHHHHH

- I have been mildly spoiled and know that something happened with Jeremy's brother, but even if I wasn't spoiled, it'd be obvious based on how its set up and tension follows any mention of Jeremy's family and siblings. Despite him saying its no big deal.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

- Jean's idolization of coaches, his near-reverence and inability to see them as human, really shines through here. Not just a "oh its normal to want to hit your players" but the idea that Rhemann is being abnormal for having an emotional response to Jean openly admitting to being abused

- Breaking down Jean's progress into little steps has been a pretty consistent theme on and off the court. I think it's because we're in his head, but the little victories feel very grand from the perspective we're given.

- FUCKI- CAN WE BREATHE FOR ONE FUCKING CHAPTER JUST ONE ITS BACK AND FORTH WITH YOU NORA I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD

- LIKE?? FUCK GRAYSON???

- In a moment of emotional distress, reverting to the Raven's keypad code. Reverting to a Raven mindset is so djsjjdejjsje Ow? Very good writing, but OW.

- Y'know, its good this is happened with the Trojans so they give this weight. This is Tuesday for the Foxes. Jean would be given a bottle of vodka and Andrew would have made him sit in the shower for a week straight by now. (Don't tell me he wouldn't have. He's exactly the kind of person to do that. Love Andrew. His solution to Matt being a former addict was to get him high to veer him away from his cravings. He'd do a whole, "can't let the water have control over you" and he'd consider Jean under his protection. Im right.)

- He's escaping to a safe place in his head and he thinks of Cat awnejenenjsjkdjwj STOP.

- I actually am giving Lucas a lot of grace here. It doesn't deter from his slutshaming and disrespect to Jeremy and Jean for his preconcieved idea of sexual promiscuity, and his homophobic microaggressions, specifically the sitatuation with Grayson was a kid trying to reconnect with his brother. He didn't know the full story, he still doesn't, and there's an unfortunate amount of grace to be given there, despite how horrible this all was and how much I wish I could be reading this and loathing him for it.

- Rhemann giving Jean a sense of safety he's terrified of andjsjdj I cannot emphasize how appreciated the adult support of Jean is, for a kid who's never really had an adult in his corner.

- NEIL!?!?! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN, LOCA?

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

- NEIL MY BABY MY LOVE MY LIGHT MY EVERYTHING 💗💕🥰💕💗💗💕💗💗🥰🥰🥰💕💗

- I could hear the record scratch when Jean said Drake, actually. Followed by an over the top Netflix production and sound mixing "BOOM" as Neil registers that undercurrent.

- its giving "let's go mobster with mama".

- I kind of knew about his sister, but its uhhh still a cowabummer

- Worlds greatest duo - walking into a fucking police station calm, collected, and entirely unfazed. "Neil flipped open his takeout box and started eating" 😭

- "Jean's French. He brings out violence in people every time he opens his mouth." LMAO PLEASE???

- OOOOO LETS GOOOOOOOO

- Neil not even hesitating to cut the problem off at its root. We can appreciate a man who understands that sometimes (sometimes) the solution *is* to kill them

- "I'm a Moreau." "So was Elodie" damn. ok.

- "Endure. How much must I?" LET ME JUST. THAT'S *HUGE*. THATS SUCH A HUGE FUCKING DEAL.??

- OH ENDING THIS BOOK LIKE THIS WAS FOUL (pos)

- "I will always have a master" and berating himself for making himself weak with connections and human affection and then ENDING THE BOOK BY CALLING THEM FRIENDS

- Oh Jean Moreau you mean the fucking world to me. Having a whole chapter of suck and awful and Neil and ending with such a hopeful note. Asking for help. Saying he needs food. Tearing up the notebook and throwing it away. AhhhHHHHH.

Previous Chapters

1-5 6 7-9 10-13

[slashingdisneypasta]

Stuart Lloyd x Reader || Drabble

Plot: At the end of your third date, Stuart still hasn't made a move. Not even kissed you. And you've been polite, and waited, because he seems the sort to enjoy feeling as if he's in charge despite the awkwardness and the obliviousness- but you have HAD IT! He is driving you crazy. You're takin the reigns.

Warnings: Nothing really. Gently suggested age difference.

This man is killing you. Killing you! Ugh.

Does he even notice how heavily you have been laying it on all night?? Does- does he even know this is a date!?

Surely. S u r e l y, he does. He's not a dumb person; he's a very smart person actually. Thats one of the things you like about him!

But... then... why... is he torturing you!?!?

You're a nice person! You always round up for charity, you always buy the tote bags, and you n e v e r complain when your food is wrong! You don't deserve this! For goodness sake!

And yet here you are at the end of a date sitting next to Stuart on his couch kindly listening to the cute man waffle on and 'teach you' about video editing and all the little gadgets on the tool bar that you could really not possibly care less about- whilst still wearing your pants. For petes sake, you put on the expensive spray, tonight.

... Did your eye just twitch?-

Ugh! Fine! Enough! You give in!- You will make the move. You tried to be submissive and wait for him, but the man has lost that privilege for now. Maybe later he can earn it back, but for right now? You're taking the lead.

~

When Y/N releases a sigh at my shoulder and it catches my attention, spurring me to look away from my laptop and raise my brows at them. All night its been a struggle not to stare, which is why I suggested showing the editing software they seemed interested in at dinner, and I try to focus on their face now, too. ... But its difficult- "Was- was that too complicated? I can explain differently- "

"No, no, thats okay. I got it." They smile; sugary sweet. "But, um- Okay look," They lay their hands on my shoulders, ensuring I remain facing them. The smile turns small and gentle. "Listen," A huff slips out of them, a determined look in their eyes now. "Are you attracted to me, or not?"

"Oh- uhm- I am." Where is this going?? Of course I-

"... you wanna kiss me?"

"... yes, but- "

Abruptly the small and gentle smile turns into a bemused, frustrated grimace. Still adorable, but- "Then what have you been waiting for, old man??"

... I cant take my eyes off Y/N, now. "Wh- what??" A chuckle escapes me, shocked at her sudden boldness. 'Old man', pft. They seem to like this 'old man', plenty. 3 dates worth, in fact. "I was getting to that- "

Another sigh slips out of them, halfway wistful and halfway exasperated with me. "You're taking too long. Kiss me."

Kiss me. Thats new; No ones ever begged me to kiss them, before. Especially not someone so... pretty. Its an interesting, feeling. I like it. A crooked grin wriggles across my face looking at them. "... say that again? I didn't quite hear- "

Before I can hear it again, though, one of Y/N's hands slips around the back of my neck and they kiss me. Clearly, to shut me up.

... I don't mind.

[lockandkeyhyena]

about victor!!! what exactly is in those green vials?

also i’m ASSUMING victor is the supervillain and domino is the detective (call me out if i’m wrong) what’s victor’s motivation to be the villain/what drove them off the deep end? how did domino first get involved with trying to stop victor?

also… what r the pronouns of these fellas 🥺

yep victors the supervillain and domino is the detective!! its like a hyper dark noir superhero comic style story hehe. except there isnt any magic or super powers, just comic book logic.

okay so the vials are filled with a variety of stuff but the funniest answer i can give is testosterone. he homebrews the stuff and gets it to glow-in-the-dark green. thats why he’s green btw its not natural colouring his Mad Scientist Liquids turned him green. he likes to keep in on hand (hoof?) so he can inject whenever but domino thinks its Super Nefarious because he’s cis and oblivious

victor is kind of like a ‘science above everything else, including ethics’ type supervillain. he doesnt have any powers apart from science and honestly just wants to conduct unethical experiments on an unassuming populace in peace but for some reason people arent cool with that.

domino is the top detective for Generic Detective Agency and has been on victors trail for a while now, trying to get him locked up.

he/him for domino and he/him for victor! although victor probably messes around with some mad science type neos so feel free to refer to him by any fun-sounding ones

[ginnsbaker]

The conversation between reader and mom was an interesting perspective. I imagine for reader loving someone so much and feeling like your mom someone so important to you doesn’t like them is such a terrible weight. However I understand the mom’s perspective as no one wants to ever see their child hurt. A relationship as intense as the one between reader and wanda obviously has potential to leave reader hurt. The more spark in a relationship the more it can burn, its about risk vs reward is risking getting hurt worth it? I’ll touch on this again later.

The gift Yelena got for reader. Wow. You have this emotional flashback with Wanda and then this in the present with Yelena. For me if I was reader I wouldn’t like the gift, and that’s all because of what the original one means. Yelena says its “pretty worn out” which it would be if it was the one from when reader did it with their dad. But I don’t know I just felt icky about it because if I was reader that one would have to stay up no matter how worn out it got. It does make me wonder if yelena knows the story behind it because if she did she wouldn’t have tried to replace it right? Its another thing that just shows the gap between the two of them and how they don’t know each other like they think they do. Another thing thats weird to me is that if I was yelena and saw an old jigsaw hanging up I would ask about it so its a little weird to me how she doesn’t know which is why I wonder if reader has told her and she’s just forgot.

I like these parallels between wanda and yelena because it kinda sets it up like a competition and I can imagine two sides of readers mind at war but in both flashbacks and parallels i think wanda has yelena beat.

Reader and Wanda. Question to oblivious reader does the fact you actively looked for wanda to wish a happy birthday on Facebook not make you think hm maybe im in the wrong relationship? What about the fact you felt comfort just by seeing her under the lamppost? No? So god damn oblivious istg. The fact that reader seemed unhappy that wanda was happy that reader’s relationship with yelena was “thriving” its so clear god please realise it like a quick meal with your ex wife was the highlight of your day that should be a sign hell a sign with big flashing lights and arrows 😂

Yelena was definitely not happy when reader came back and reader was too busy being happy about their time with wanda to notice. I think she definitely knows who readers been with how she knows im not sure maybe vision or maybe its just a feeling but i think she’s starting to realise that she truly can’t compete. It sucks for her because she clearly did put effort in for the birthday and yeah the hour or so reader was gone seems to have been better than all that so i do feel bad for her.

Im gonna send one more ask if thats okay which is gonna be about the speech and both relationships and love

-🧃

The more spark in a relationship the more it can burn - Oh, I love how you phrased this.

Yelena - I think she didn't mean to. They haven't been together too long and R only got that puzzle back when she was married to Wanda and it never came up in their previous relationship (pre-UK, yelena left before R went to college). And she just thought, hey, R loves puzzles, maybe we can do a puzzle together! and instead of looking for one, she thinks, why not a brand new, shiny puzzle similar to the one we have in the bedroom?

I think, personally, we can't help but compare our current relationship with past ones even though we know it's pointless lol. it's just human nature.

Reader is more of...in denial, than oblivious. She cried to her mom about Wanda remember? And mom said "because you love yelena too?" like, i want to be happy, but i'd rather not hurt someone else for my happiness.

It was gut feeling for Yelena. Journalist's instinct even. Yelena is smarter than any of us think lol. We'll see just how smart and resourceful she is in Chapter 14. Yelena will keep holding on, until we leave her no choice.

Go ahead send one more!