#arguments are always a little scary and so so hard to bring up.

[jeanmoreaux]

How do you approach arguments with siblings?

that's such a hard question to answer bc it really depends on your relationship with your siblings and your individual personalities. there is not best or standard appraoch that will work for everyone. i have a good, and pretty close relationship with both my younger brothers, and as an older sister i was very much someone who occasionally scolded them when we were kids. so directly approaching them with any criticism or issue i am having comes pretty natural at this point. personally, i'd just be quite frank about whatever it is that's bothering me or that i want to discuss and confront them in a pretty straightforward way. i also try to make sure they're aware of my feelings (e.g. i try to be honest about feeling hurt or disappointed or concerned—i try to show vulnerability and be transparent. doesn't work all the time. it's a very hard thing to do). but that only works because we trust each other and they know me and my manner of dealing with things (and i know them). they're also (i hope) aware that, no matter what, i love and adore them as people. we're all in our 20s now so, you know, it's very rare that we even fight these days, so they know i mean business when i have something to complain about. the way i deal with my brothers is in no way how everyone deals or can deal or should deal with their siblings. there might be people you cannot even engage in an argument for whatever reasons. or people who will dismiss your feelings and the points you're making and turn the entire situation on you. and there's, sadly, not much you can do about that. if someone doesn't want to listen, it's hard to make them understand. and ofc sometimes it can even be dangerous for you to broach a subject with someone. if it's all more an issue of misunderstandings, it's important to figure out where exactly communications goes awry. i found that repeating back to people what i think they are trying to say OR imply (or vice versa) can clear up things sometimes. doesn't always work either though. i also learned that i ususally fare better when i layout an argument in my head and prepare some sentences before i start a difficult conversation. i often still forget some things in the heat of the moment, but just having thought about the most important points in advance makes that less likely (in my experience).

like i said, it's all so, so very dependent on many factors. if you have any more questions i am happy to help out as best as i can <;3

[peachsayshi]

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ minors / ageless / blank blogs (dni) - dad gojo x reader

papa's scary face is how your daughter describes it. the difference when her usually bubbly, bright father morphs into somebody else. the expression he makes when she accidentally walks in on you and satoru having a serious argument. when she catches him coming home from work with his shoulders taut and his brows furrowed.

satoru's daughter is the light of his life - his little peace of heaven on earth. that's why he is so terrible when it comes to discipline (a lecture you constantly have to give him). she has never been on the receiving end of your lover's scary face. isn't familiar with the hardened muscles he express when serious, or notices the angry twitch of his jaw when frustrated.

it's rare, but these moments happen. satoru may possess godlike powers, but he's still inherently human. his very essence the same that make up you and your daughter.

you're surprised when you see her quietly tiptoe her way towards the sofa, towards you and her father. her energetic aura dwindled by silence. her bottom lip is tucked tightly between her teeth, her beautiful round eyes varnished with tears ready to fall.

satoru's face instantly drops with concern. his body immediately growing protective with his arm lightly slipping away from around your waist.

"you okay, mochi?" he asks sweetly, his brow quirking at her arms tucked behind her back.

you both know that she's hiding something.

"I did something bad" she says quietly, her worried voice so small it makes satoru spring to his feet to meet her halfway.

he crouches on his knees, his height daunting compared to hers. he lightly tugs at her frosty pigtail, and she sniffles ever so slightly to keep her brave face in place.

always trying to hold a strong front, just like her father.

"what did you do?" he asks with a gentle smile, watching her shift from one foot to the next.

" I..uhm...I was playing with your toys," she mumbles, unable to meet his gaze as she keeps her own firmly on her pattering feet. "I know they're yours. I know I have’ta ask first. I was tryna to be...uhm..."

"careful?" satoru completes, tilting his head in an attempt to make contact with his hesitant daughter who still hasn't figured out all her words just yet.

"yeh that..." she grumbles to reveal what's behind her hands.

you press your fingers against your lips when you see it.

satoru's favorite pair of sunglasses.

a limited edition pair from one of his favorite high fashion brands. he splurged a stupid amount of money of it. even kept the packaging because he hyper fixated on the details. the frame was extremely delicate, which is why he rarely wore it. but he gushed over it for almost a year since it's pre-release was announced.

his daughter, however, has a habit of sneaking into her father's room to steal one of the many pairs of shades that your lover wore. she enjoyed "modeling" them, and would flash poses in front of your bedroom mirror while sifting through his collection like they were treasure.

you and satoru have caught her doing this many times before, and while the both of you found it adorable, you realized that your daughter wasn't very careful when handling things.

she scratched the lens of another pair that belonged to her father. bent the temple of a second, which he hasn't been able to fix.

so, when satoru received these specific shades, the two of you sat her down to try and explain that she couldn't freely just loot around his stuff without asking for permission.

right now, those very shades where split into two in his daughter's hands.

satoru's jaw goes slack when he picks them up from her tiny palms, his cheeks tinting a slight red from surprise.

"im sorry, papa," she timidly begs, bringing her now empty hands to cover her eyes. her body heaves, you can see that she is trying really hard not to cry.

satoru allows the shock to settle for only just a minute, before he places the broken sunglasses by his side. there's something else that washes over him - relief.

he circles his arms around her wrists, tugging them away from her face but she keeps them fiercely in place. he chuckles with ease, shaking his head in disbelief as he loosens his grip to grab her waist and pull her into his frame.

"silly girl," he teases. "it's okay, papa's not mad, I promise..."

"but I didn't listen to what you 'n mama said-"

"I know," he sighs calmly, "and you know that was wrong, right? not to listen?"

she nods her head yes, her hands still covering her face.

"Eyes on me, grabby hands..." satoru lectures but she shakes her head no.

"Don't wanna see your scary face," she awkwardly admits, and you can't help but bite back a smile.

she's far too innocent to understand what those expressions. to young to acknowledge that they weren't always bad. that they were, in fact, normal. and that one day she will bare the cross of these complex emotions herself.

"scary face?" satoru huffs, "you think daddy has a scary face?"

she drops her hands to her side swiftly, revealing her guilt and wet cheeks. she furiously shakes her head no, taking in a large inhale as she wipes her face with the back of her hands.

it makes your heart ache watching her try to comprehend the weight of her small feelings.

"nu-uh," she reassures, "but-but sometimes..."

satoru kisses her plush cheek three times over to interrupt her eyes, "I am not mad at you, mochi," he consoles, "just promise you won't do it again."

"pinky swear!" she yelps as she searches for his long, slender digits. the relief brings the color back into her face, the pale sheet of white bloomed with a tiny blush. she hooks her pinky around satoru's, the size different so prominent, before eagerly wrapping her arms around his neck. "m'sorry, papa"

"it's okay, baby," he coos as he kisses her forehead.

the scene is heartwarming, and while satoru maintained his cool, you can still read the disappointment on his face.

the pair slip away from each other's arms, your daughter picking up the broken shades as she patters her way back down the hallway to give you both some privacy.

satoru gets up, his hand clutching his chest as he turns to give you a pathetically sad expression.

"how much does it hurt?" you tease, watching him drag his feet back to you.

you grumble when he collapses into your chest, burying his nose into your neck as he wraps his strong arms around your waist.

"this is the worst heartbreak of my life," he groans obnoxiously, and you raise your own brows in surprise.

"I thought our break up was the worst heartbreak you’ve experienced," you chide, twirling the strands of his soft hair between your fingers.

"seriously? you want to bring that up now? while I'm in mourning?"

you giggle when he sinks his teeth into the delicate flesh of your neck, nipping at your skin tenderly before exhaling with sorrow.

"ugh, she's got me wrapped around her fingers like taffy," he moans like he can’t believe his own defeat, "did you see her face? how can I even get mad?"

"I know, my love," you coo, consoling your own crybaby.

Minutes pass in silence before satoru finally ponders that, "maybe, I can find another pair online or something-"

"papa!" your daughter chirps, interrupting the moment as quickly as she graced it.

satoru untangles himself from your embrace, sitting upright to see her pigtails bouncing as she scampers towards you both. her steps hit the ground fast. he doesn't even have a chance to answer before she climbs on his lap, her eyes still a little glossy from shedding her tears. she wipes away the rogue strands of feathery hairs that stuck to her temple, before showing off what's in her hand.

"I fixed it for you," she beams, her face hopeful and optimistic.

Satoru picks up the glasses from between her fingers, noticing that she had used one of her washy tapes to stick the bridge back together.

It was blue, and had little ducks on it.

You can feel an eruption of laughter bubbling in your chest, but pure love bleeds through Satoru's eyes, completely moved by her gesture.

"Aww, mochi," he gently replies, tracing his thumb over the tape.

He arches forward to kiss her nose, while she seeks another embrace between mumbling into his ear that she loves him.

You simply melt by their side.

Satoru doesn't wear the glasses anymore, but he still keeps them. Bringing them out every once in a while to show his daughter that he still loves them.

Even though they sit quite lopsided on his handsome face.

[requests are closed]

[mrsbarnesblog]

the reader has been begging rafe to watch vampire diaries with her because its her favourite show but its always been a firm no. rafe did something ( it can be anything ) and it upset the reader a bit and rafe asks the reader how he can make it up to her and she asks for girl night with rafe. face masks , making tiktoks , listening to music and of course watching vampire diaries

Vampire Diaries

Word count: 0.8k

Warnings: none

A/N: thank you for the request <3 Rafe would've definitely pretended to be annoyed but secretly enjoyed it lol

“I'm sorry, baby, okay? I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that.” Rafe kneeled in front of you, as you were currently sitting on the couch, endlessly scrolling tiktok and paying literally no attention to your boyfriend. 

You two just had a small argument, and with Rafe’s short temper, it quickly went downhill. Even though there was nothing too serious and you knew that Rafe didn’t want to upset you, it still hurt you a little bit, so you wanted to teach him a lesson. 

“Please? Look at me, pretty girl. I’m really sorry.” He rubbed his hands up and down your thighs, leaving a few soft kisses. “How can I make it up to you, huh? Do you want to go shopping? Spend all of my money? Go on a date to your favorite place? Kick me? Just tell me and I’ll give it to you.” 

You were trying so hard to keep back a smile forming on your lips. Because who would’ve thought that Rafe, the big, scary and moody guy, would beg for your forgiveness, literally standing on his knees? You finally put your phone down, looking at your boyfriend and studying him for a few seconds. 

“Have a girls night with me.” You smirked, seeing how his brows slowly furrowed. 

“Excuse me?” 

“Girls night. Masks, snacks, music and vampire diaries are included.” His eyelids lowered, looking at you suspiciously. 

“Were you planning on pulling me into that shit? ‘Cuz I ain’t doin’ that. Told that a million times already, babe.” 

You just rolled your eyes, going back to your phone and acting like you didn't notice the way Rafe was burning holes into you with his stare.

“Are you really gonna ignore me again? I said, I’m sorry.” 

“And you also said that you'd do anything that I asked for. That’s what I’m asking for. Just one night, Rafe. No one’s going to see you being soft and cute except for me, you grumpy ass.” You held eye contact for a few seconds, already seeing how Rafe was hesitating between giving in and continuing to act like a child.

“Fine. But only one time, got it? And you can’t tell anyone about it.”

***

“Did you just take a photo?” Rafe’s head snapped towards you and you innocently bit your lip, locking your phone and putting it away. 

“Maybe… But you look really cute, just wanted to have it for myself.” You smiled at him, moving closer on your bed and fixing a few strands of hair that fell out of Rafe’s white bunny headband. He did look cute, laying and watching your favorite series only in his gray sweats, with no shirt, and most importantly, with a Hello Kitty sheet mask on his face. 

Before that, you had already cleaned and exfoliated Rafe’s face while sitting on top of him, which was the only reason why he didn’t complain every second, and then you brought all the possible snacks from the kitchen and took your favorite masks with you. It took quite some time to convince him to put it on, but a few kisses worked just perfectly. 

As the twenty minutes on your timer went off, you took both of your masks off with Rafe mumbling “finally” under his breath, and with another bag of chips, you snuggled into your boyfriend’s side. “Vampire Diaries” that you convinced him to turn on were currently only on the third episode, and you looked up from Rafe’s shoulder, noticing that he was actually looking at the screen. 

“I told you that it’s good.” You giggled, shoving chips into your mouth and then giving a few to Rafe. His hand wrapped tighter around your body, bringing you even closer. 

“It’s not.” 

“Then why are you watching it?” You arched your brow when he looked down at you.

“Because you told me too. You know that I hate this type of stuff, right, babe? This girl shit is not for me.” 

“Whatever you say, Rafey.” Your hand stroked his bunny ears, which were still holding his hair, then cupped his face to place a kiss on the lips. You knew that Rafe was just being stubborn and that he actually was enjoying your evening together; it was obvious by the way his body was in the most relaxed state possible, there was no usual annoyance, and he had that look in his eyes. The one that you always saw whenever you two were alone, when you were wrapped up in each other’s arms, when you made him happy and safe. “Thank you for this. It means a lot to me.” 

“ Anything for you, baby.” Rafe softened, lips curling in a lazy smile, as he caught your lips in another kiss. “Now watch your goddamn show, or I’m gona turn it off.” Rafe pulled away, playfully rolling his eyes at you, yet still looking back at the screen, now also too hooked on to miss any second. 

[pbnbucks]

can you write something about meeting Caitlin because ur family are family friends and you two develop a relationship?

Caitlin x Reader!

What Happens In Bora Bora Stays In Bora Bora

word count : 1574

warnings : cussing, friends to enemy’s to lovers, somewhat leads to smut, jealousy

summary : your dad and caitlin’s dad worked together and made lots of money so when they had a scheduled buisness trip and decided to bring the whole family down you and caitlin where put to room together.

i made this at 6am so if it sucks my apologies!

your sitting in your cabana in Bora Bora waiting to be told the rooms suituation only to be hit with total disappointed “I just got off the phone with Brent and we decided you and caitlin will be staying in a cabana together while we are in Bora Bora” your family was close with the clark family because for generations they worked together in the family industry. you where close with Brent and Anne, along with their sons except their daughter caitlin. she often picked arguments with you and she didn’t bother hiding her hatred for you. nobody knew exactly why she hated you, your guy’s parents always thought it was because you where the same age (16) and similar in many ways and equally stubborn. although caitlin wasn’t always like this, when you first met when you where 4 and she was a sweet heart up until you guys where 14, thats when it all changed and compliments changed to snarky comments. something in her changed the way she viewed you she went from idolizing you and protecting you to being disgusting by you and filled with hatred towards you. but by the end of the trip it would all change because by the end of 3 weeks shared in a cabana in bora bora together something was bound to happen.

“do i seriously have to share a room with her i mean she hates me and i don’t want to deal with her the entire time” you say trying to convince your dad to make any change in the vacation arrangements. “actually it was her idea she wanted to share a room with you, wouldn’t let anybody else get the spot” great. her goal was to make the vacation terrible for me. “please dad im begging you its a trap her entire goal is to ruin my vacation” he just rolled his eyes at you “they will be here any minute so better hurry up and choose your side of the room.” you’ve got to be fucking kidding me. as soon as he walks out you hear her voice making small talk with your father, she has always kisses up to the adults and the second they turned a blind eye she completely changed. she of course walks in with a attitude already and waits for you to tell her the room arrangement “so i picked the left side of the room so that leaves you the right and i’ll probably go explore in about 30 minutes once im unpacked.” she walks past you making sure the shove against you, not hard but hard enough for you to notice. “look if you just forced yourself into being my roommate just to make my life hell ill gladly go find somebody to room with instead” hopefully trying to get her to quit whatever act she had going on but instead she just laughs at you “your not scary so just sit down princess, and i think i will join you on your little scavenger hunt” shes unbelievable.

TIME SKIP.

its now been 3 days that where full of hiding from caitlin making sure to be out by the time she was awake and come back when she was asleep. shes caught up to what you where doing but to entitled with her ego to question it so instead she drops subtle hints to inform you that she knows what your doing and to cut it out. but you genuinely have no want to argue with her. a good this is you met this girl Maddie on you trip, you brought her by your cabana once but it was extremely awkward with caitlin there, all of a sudden she became extremely possessive with you and even putting her arm around you saying that you where her best friend. you thought that maybe she just didn’t have friends back home and it would make sense with the way she acted.

you where brushing your hair getting ready to meet up with Maddie but instead caitlin walks in on you in the bathroom, “where are you going?” is she being serious? she treated you like shit for the past 3 days and all of a sudden wants to know where your going. “im going to go swimming with Maddie ill be back around 10.” she immediately shuts down you idea and tells you otherwise “no your not im tired of having to wait and stay up at night cause you want to go out with some girl all day and night.” “dude caitlin what the fuck are you even talking about right now, maybe act like a normal person on vacation and go make some friends clearly your lacking some.” she scoffs at your true, but mean comment. “im not lacking any friends nor do i need any, and you one to talk about friends in supposed to be your best friend and yet your blowing me off to hang out with some random girl” best friend? she wishes. “what are you talking about best friend? we are far from friends because you cant get your head out of your own ass. now if you will get out my way so i can hangout with my friend and enjoy my vacation away from you” you shove out the way not giving her the chance to even disagree with you and walk out the door only to greet maddie’s face as she is already there waiting for you, before she can even greet you, you drag her by the arm and run down the long hallway to the water. “im sorry caitlin was giving me a tough time and she was close to coming out and breaking the door down” she laughs thinking you where joking but only if she knew what you had to put up with. “i think she might be in love with you.” you cant believe the words that just came out of her mouth. “whats with everybody and trying to ruin my day.”

ANOTHER TIME SKIP

its now 10pm and you said your goodbyes to your friend as you parted ways only to be greeted with a locked door, you knock on the door begging caitlin to let you in turning the door knob hoping that she will listen but nothing works, your last hope is to say something you know would piss her off and give you a long night but you just deeply wanted to go to bed. “caitlin seriously let me in before i have to room with Maddie.” once you finish your sentence you immediately hear foot steps coming you way to have your door swing open greeting a angry cait, you push past her “seriously you locked me out? why cant you not be a asshole for one day” she rolls her eyes at you “me, im the asshole now? and stop bringing up Maddie i couldn’t give to fucks about your friend.” unbelievable “well clearly you did cause you let me in as soon as i mentioned rooming with her, and you know what i am going to room with her because thankfully she wouldn’t kick me out my own room.” as soon as you said that her face got red and she pressed you up against the door pushing you bodies close together and her forehead resting on yours “your. not. leaving. this. room. got it?” you didn’t know if it was the butterflies in your stomach or her hands gripping at your waste and her mouth and body extremely close to yours but you craved her touch and you wanted more and the only way you know how to get more was by pissing her off. “or what? you cant control me caitlin especially not with the way you act” there was only one thing you wanted to hear from her and it was for her to beg for you. after all these years of constant arguements someone who claims they hate you, ends up needing you so badly. “cmon cait i want to hear you beg for me to stay.” she hesitates hoping you would give up “ you can be serious, im not going to beg.” you just smile at her words “im serious and if you wont beg im rooming with Maddie.” she groans at your words “fine.” theres a long silence for her mentally trying to prepare herself for what shes about to say “please y/n, don’t go room with her.” there was those words you wanted to hear so badly although it wasn’t enough. something in you just clicked “aww is that really what you want baby?” her eyes widen staying their for a second before deciding her next move, no going back now. her lips attack yours and her hand that was on your hip now find your neck making you moan into the kiss, it was the shock you have because this is the first time in a while that she has shown affection for you. she pulls away to gather her breathe but before she pulls you in for more you stop her “y’know i think i have more control over you then you let me know” she gives you her little smirk shes known for “oh yeah? why don’t you show me princess? you up for a challenge?” maybe this was your chance of getting your relationship back, you couldn’t miss your opportunity “of course.”

[comfortless]

to the anon who was talking about konig and the rule following intention thing: i love you. he seems cheeky like that. BUT i will also climb that big man and start strangling him if he entertained or led on the recruit.

idk, maybe its my rabies, but i would start whacking him grgrgrgrg. wrangle him till he acts right!!!!! (whatever that means)

i also love that anon! 🤭

Being instructed to “act right” for König is more or less the same as following any order at work. “Shoot that target.” is the very same as “Don’t glare at a stranger.” The differences between the König at home and the König on the field are subtle things. No bloodshed and rewards in the form of tenderness and orgasms instead. He’s less rigid, less focused, but still a soldier, the strangest one at that.

Everything is taken as directly as possible, because he’s not going to question any hidden meaning behind words. That’s silly. He always says just what he means, so shouldn’t everyone else?

There’s a lot he just doesn’t get, and your jealousy happens to be one of those things.

He would kill for you, lets you graze your fingertips over his favorite weapons, allows you to hold his face and even pretends that your staring doesn’t make his fingers twitch and sweat bead at his temples. König is loyal and so trusting with you… how dare you accuse him of worshipping some other woman in the same way? How could you even believe that?

Say you, his beloved, put together the pieces, realize that surely this woman is messaging your König during his leave for a reason. There’s an argument to be had, one that’s less of a screaming fit and more of a break down from both sides. You tell him through gritted teeth and tears that you know your intuition isn’t wrong: he’s done something, you just aren’t certain what that something is. There’s no outright accusation spoken, but his face immediately grows red and his eyes narrow.

It’s not that he even cares to question why you would think that way. He just wants to know where he’s failed. What is it that you need that he’s not already providing? He takes an awful picture of his cock each time he’s hard and away from you, even follows it up with one of the aftermath of thinking of you. No other woman makes him feel so starved.

He knows he isn’t very romantic; you would probably prefer actual dates instead of watching him train or following along like a cute accessory at the gym. But he brings you flowers, licks your cunt without hesitation, buys you feminine products and chocolate any time that you’re in need of them. Sure, each picnic date ends with your chest pressed against a sturdy tree or your thighs spread atop the patterned blanket, but the confessions hissed into your hair are true. It’s never just been sex, not to him. It’s love, and that’s one word he never seems to shy away from saying. He’s greedy, wouldn’t want something so simple, not after every moment you’ve spent together.

König might not get why you’re so into some new trend or show, but he listens when you talk about them. Or tries, at least. Really, he had no idea why you would bother explaining to him why you prefer a dress with wiry straps over something cozier when he arrives home, but he’s happy to just listen to your voice and shush you with kisses when he doesn’t know how else to respond.

You’re allowed access to his phone any time you like, even shows you his bank account to prove he hasn’t taken some lady a world away off on some expensive shopping trip or spent a curious amount at a pharmacy. In fact…. He’s barely spent anything while away, all of the transactions are from the last time he was on leave or at that cute little shop he had told you about and brought you home some shiny new gift from. There’s nothing suspicious to be found… except for those messages from the woman he tells you is just a recruit.

So… what if you’re just projecting?

To him, his own jealousy is righteous.

König almost looks scary when he’s upset, not that he would ever lay a hand on you. Maybe the coffee table will be in disarray, cleared entirely when the thought of you leaving proves to be far too much. His shirt suffers a few massive tears when he grips at his chest to show you just where you’re hurting him.

You may not have outright accused him, but König can’t hold his tongue when he asks you about this imaginary other man. Is he handsome? Does he buy you nice things? Does he make you come hard? How did you meet and just where does he live? Do you love him…?

König would try his utmost to hold back tears. He feels weak when he cries, and the last thing he wants is for you to view him as fragile. He’s supposed to protect you.

But it’s all gone in a flash. His entire being seems to relax when you explain to him that there is no other man. The unshed tears are wiped away, a heavy sigh leaves him when he rubs at his face. He feels like the worst idiot just stood there blinking in surprise while you’re still pissed, but at least that scenario proves to be untrue.

You just want to understand why he’s entertaining some other woman’s flirtations. Is that what telling some recruit she’s got sharp aim and allowing her to grasp at his arm and admire his muscles is..? He will admit that maybe he’s allowed her too much closeness, even if he never has and never will return her affections.

It baffles him entirely for a moment, slows his tongue enough to have a grin curl at his lips. It’s the most flattering thing in the entire world to think that you desire him so much that the thought of sharing makes you like this. The realization that maybe you’re just as territorial as he is is impossibly cute, makes him twice as obnoxious and overbearing when you’re pulled into his arms.

His voice takes an amused lilt when he asks you just what you want him to do about it. Cut her off? He’ll avoid her entirely if it appeases you. He doesn’t want to hurt a woman that isn’t an actual enemy, so killing her is certainly out of the question, but he can be scary if you would like that. She wouldn’t like him as much if she saw his face. He would remind you that only a silly thing like yourself could ever be keen on it. Your orders are absolute, so long as he still gets a treat in the end.

[igotanidea]

Told ya! : Jason Todd x fem!reader

request: why was it so hard to believe she had a boyfriend? Why was her friend constantly teasing her about it? At least until he finally decided to show himself and said friend were forced to listen to some action......

Warnings: sugestive at the end, but nothing explicit, swearing, sexual tension and teasing.

Italics are flashbacks in the first part and sounds in the second.

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„Let’s go out and party tonight” Leah was splayed on the couch on her back, facing the ceiling and  absentmindedly fiddling with her hair. Y/N could almost see the wheels in her friend’s brain turning as she was masterminding a plan. “Maybe you can finally meet someone to actually become your boyfriend.”

“Leah….” Y/N sighed deeply rubbing her forehead, leaning on the kitchen counter nearby “I told you already, many, many times, that…..”

“That you have a boyfriend” the other girl lift herself up, facing Y/N with a raised eyebrow, teasing smile and a twinkle in her eyes “Sure, I heard you loud and clear. A boy in another state? A Canadian? That one? The one I never get to see or meet?”

“Leah…..”

“Oh, come on, Y/N. You know you don’t have to lie to me, we are friends. No shame in being single. You just gotta you know…..” Leah shimmied her chest a bit “bite the bullet, baby. Get some action.” now she also buckled her hips a bit in a very suggestive gesture.

“STOP IT!” Y/N could feel her face becoming bright red and burning. God, Leah was her best friend, but she could also be a bit too …. emancipated, leaving Y/N flustered and ashamed.

“god, you’re so cute and innocent when it comes to talking about sex” Leah smiled brightly “like a little girl. I know, I know, it can be scary when you’re a virgin, but it is in fact quite pleasurable and ….”

“I’m done with you! I’m out! I …. I gotta get to work, so …. Have a good day or whatever, Leah.” Y/N threw her hands in the air in frustration over her friend’s behavior, grabbed a jacket and a backpack and left the apartment, banging the door.

“Don’t be mad at me!” Leah yelled after her “I only mean the best for you! I love you, Y/n!”

“Screw that.” Y/N thought, gritting her teeth. At this point she should already be used to Leah’s teasing. The girls knew each other since their high school years and she was always like this. Like two sides of the same coin – Leah always got the fire that pushed her forward, making her a shining star, always on the spotlight, while Y/N preferred staying in the background, shy and easily intimidated, not really wanting any attention.

But.

The matter of the fact was that she did have a boyfriend.

In the same state. In the same city, to be honest.

He was just ….. busy.

Busy with being a vigilante, fighting crimes at night and yeah, you guessed it , former Batman’s sidekick. With the breath of danger constantly on his neck, there were never a good time to bring him into contact with her friends. Not that any of them wanted that, but it gave Leah plenty of arguments to call Y/N a liar, a confabulator and storyteller. Damn it! That wouldn’t be so frustrating if it wasn’t for the fact that to up the teasing, Leah would constantly put Y/N into other man’s arms and the shy girl being himself had absolutely no idea how to oppose. Sometimes it resulted in a highly awkward situation.

***

“It was supposed to be a casual coffee!” Y/N hissed at her friend, dragging her away from the table in the café. “What the hell were you thinking?”

“Um, not what, but rather who” Leah corrected “Tom.”

“Why did you bring him here?!”

“To show you how fun boy’s company can be. We got together a couple weeks ago and he is just so good at making me feel good.”

“Leah!!!”

“Chill, sunshine. I’m just giving you a taste of what you can have. There’s no need to thank me. Now, can we please go back to the table? I don’t think I can last long without his hands on me….”

“I hate you…..” Y/N muttered, but putting on the brave face, smiled and approached the guy.

“Tommie…..” Leah sat as close to him as possible, almost on his lap “Please, forgive my friend. She has no real experience with boys and hence the shyness and strange behavior.”

“It’s all right, love. Not everyone is as …. bold as you. it’s actually quite cute so see a girl standing on the other side of the barricade. I heard a lot about you, Y/N.”

“You did?” Y/N’s eyes went wide at the simple thought of what words Leah could use to describe her.

“nothing wrong, I swear.” Tom raised his hands in defensive gesture and smiled sympathetically

“Just about giving you a little show of hugging and kissing and …..”

Oh my god…… Why?

***

“Jace?” the ringing of the phone woke her up in the very early morning(though some people would call it very late night). She swore she would stay up, knowing he was dealing with a  particularly hard patrol, but cramming for exams and burying herself in the textbooks did nothing to help her keep that promise.

“hi, baby…..” he mumbled with that hoarse voice and her sleepiness was gone in a second.

“Are you all right? Are you hurt?” she was already one leg out the door, forgetting being dressed only in pajama shorts and old T-shirt.

“I’m fine, princess. Just needed to hear your voice.”

“I miss you, Jason. Where are you?”

“I’m actually outside your  apartment.”

“What?” she let out a scream, but immediately put a hand over her mouth, not to wake Leah “Where?”

“Right here” a gentle tapping on the glass  got her attention and once she spun around she noticed Jason in his civilian clothes.

“Jay!” she rushed to open the window, longing to have him in his arms, wanting nothing more than to hold him, kiss him, touch him.

“What are you doing?” the door opened suddenly and showed Leah with disheveled hair, blurry eyes and print of the pillow on her cheek. “I thought I heard you talking to someone?” she yawned widely

“Yes.” Y/N smiled, her gaze flickering to her friend and then back to window, noting Jace already gone. “My boyfriend.” There were zero chances Leah would believe it in her current state, so Y/N did not risk any exposure to Jason’s presence and alter ego.

“Mhmmmmm.” Leah mumbled “that’s quite the imagination you have there, Y/N. You truly are desperate if you’re using Camila Cabello song as an excuse….”

“What?”

“He comes alive at midnight…..”

“I don’t….”

“damn it girl, you need to get laid.” Leah laughed a bit “I wouldn’t mind a bit of sounds coming out of your room, you know. Anyways, I’m going back to bed. And you should do too.” She closed the door and went to her room, leaving Y/N alone.

“Why didn’t you tell her that you do have a boyfriend?’

“JESUS CHRIST! JASON!”

“Sorry.”

“Are you trying to give me a heart attack?! I told her, she just doesn’t believe it. Not that I blame her. You are practically a ghost to everyone I know. “

‘I know it’s not ideal, but …..”

“I don’t care, Jace. That’s the whole point. I can handle the teasing as long as it keeps you safe. As long as you are only for me.”

“I am. But it’s not fair and you should not go through this shit only for my benefit.”

“Are you gonna kiss me or not?” she interrupted him, pouting and crossing her arms.

“Thought you’d never ask.”  He grinned and dragged her out to the emergency exit, enveloping her in his warmth, shielding from the cold night air.

****

She meant what she said that night. She did not mind the teasing. And that was why Y/N finally agreed to go out and party with Leah. Knowing exactly what to expect.  

But.

She never planned getting the attention of one of the snippiest guy on the campus and spending the night running away from his sticky hands.

“Don’t hide from me, pretty one!” he yelled chasing after her, while Y/N was swinging between the partying people, desperately searching for any kind of shelter. That was until she bumped into someone’s chest and a pair of arms wrapped around her waist, making her squeal and struggle out of instinct.

“Relax, princess, it’s me.” Familiar voice made her look up, meeting with those angel green eyes.

“Jason….” she whispered, clinging to him, immediately feeling safe in his arms.

“Who is this fucker?” Y/N’s chaser came into view and eyed Jason with a stern expression “Are you bothering my girl?”

“Your girl?” Jason laughed viciously “You should really be careful with words. And who the fuck are you calling fucker?”

“Um…. I don’t know? You?”

“You want a fight?” Jason took a step forward leaving Y/N behind. None of the boys realized that the crowd already circled around watching the scene. Some people has already started recording. “Want me to remind you how many bones you have in your body? Cause I swear if you laid a finger on my girl, fuck, if you did as much as throw a glance her direction I will break each and every one of them.”

“Jason……” Y/N tugged at his jacket desperately “Let’s just go home. Please. There’s no need to make a scene.  I’m tired, please, Jace….”

“I got my eyes on you, you piece of shit.” Jason hissed, relenting to his girlfriend pleas “And if I ever hear you came near her.” He dragged a finger on his throat before turning around, grabbing Y/N’s hand and leading her out the party, straight to her apartment. They both forgot about Leah, but that girl knew well enough how to take care of herself. She came into the flat half an hour later, demanding explanation.

“Y/N!!!”

“Leah! Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I left you there!”

“Fuck that” Leah shook her head “who the hell is this guy?” she peeked behind Y/N’s shoulder and eyed Jason “hi, handsome. I’m Leah, Y/N;s roommate.”

“I know.” he mumbled, without any smile or friendly expression.

“You did?” Leah’s voice turned seductive “how?”

“My girlfriend mentioned the teasing you gave her.”

“Wait, girlfriend? You mean….. Y/N…. what?”

“Yeah. Apparently I’m very real. And honestly, quite pissed that everyone decided to torment my little princess.”

“Y/N…. I …. I ……” Leah mumbled, her face screaming shock and dumbfoundedness “I’m sorry… I ……”

“It’s all right, Leah” Y/N put a hand on her shoulder “I told you. Guess next time I say something you will believe me.”

“Yeah…. I …. I guess.”

“good.” Y/N smiled brightly “now if you excuse me, I would rather take care of my boyfriend once I have him. Or maybe…..” the girl shot Jason’s a glance and his eyes sparkled, blown with lust “let him care of me…..”

Neither Jason nor Y/N waited for Leah’s response, disappearing inside her room and closing the door tightly.

What was it that she once said?

I wouldn’t mind a bit of sounds coming out of your room?

***

“Jason…..” she moaned, the door doing nothing to muffle the sounds and Leah prayed to whatever god or other entity were up there to make them stop. “Yes, please, more…..”

Her whines and ragged breath was subdued for a moment. Maybe they were done for the night?”

“Yes! Yes! Right there! Give it to me!”

“Princess.�� Great, now his deep silky voice joined hers and embarrassingly, Leah started getting wet. God, this Jason guy was so hot and sexy and now she was forced to suffer, imagining things that she would never have. “you feel so good. Mhmmm” he groaned and she whined much louder “so tight.”

“Please, Jason….. Baby…. Please, I’m so close. So close. Don’t stop.” The bed cracked and Leah clearly heard the slap of skin on skin and the sound of banging the headboard. “Ah!!”

“Come for me, baby. Cum on my cock, I want to feel you.” judging by the sounds he thrusted into her more and more and more and ….

“JASON!!!” holy fuck, her scream must have been heard on the whole campus. Her orgasm definitely was intense, and that assumption was quickly proven by ragged breath and panting.

Hopefully, that was it. After all, Leah had her fair share of guys and none of them lasted more than one round…..

“got another one for me, princess?” he asked and Leah heard him loud and clear through the thin wall, not that he was keeping his voice quiet. It was like he wanted to be heard. Apparently Y/N nodded because they started going again. Moans, whimpers, whispers were going to keep Leah up all night.

***

 “Good morning”a few hours later, Y/N full of energy came into the kitchen when Leah was currently eating breakfast. Hickeys and marks all over her body and Jason’s shirt draped all over her speaking for itself. “Did you sleep well?” she teased

“I….um…..”

“oh, you are just so cute and innocent when it comes to sex.” Y/N ginned watching her friend turning red, for once in her life the situation turning around on Y/N’s benefit.

“He….. he’s good isn’t he?”

“Oh, my dear friend…… Let me tell you all about it…..”

Now, finally, it was Y/N’s turn to tease. And Jason’s getting up and coming into view, shirtless showing his perfectly sculptured body was enough to make Leah shut up for quite some time.

@ultravioletqueen

[screaminglygay]

KINKTOBER day 9

pairing: dark!quinn bailey x fem!reader, tara carpenter x fem!reader, slight quinn x tara

summary: you and tara are in relationship, happy one, but what if someone thinks they can be better for you?

warnings: smut!!!, dark!quinn, begging, choking, biting, noncon, dirty talk, slut as a nickname, degrading, crying, mentions of blood, cheating, face slapping, quinn is threating with knife, pussy spanking, little dark!tara as well, not proofread, if anything else - let me know!

word count: 3.3k

an: i wrote this at my work and... yeahh, i basically got paid for this so i guess that´s a win! heh, i hope you´ll enjoy this. i think i need to write some fluff after this, or maybe just touch some grass outside, anyways... enjoy!:p

(italics = your thoughts)

!MDNI!

Enjoy this spooky time and be safe!

"Tara, please!" You whine out.

"Look who´s begging now, huh?" She smirks agaist your neck as her hand run all over you.

"Shut up and just-" For Tara´s height she was really strong, you´re not really sure if it´s because of her training with her sister, or because you underestimate her all the time, but the way she´s pinning you down right now is unbeliveble, and hot.

Tara´s hand slides up to your neck and it shut you up real quick, she makes eye contact with you and squeezes a little. "If you want something, you should ask nicely, (Y/N)."

Of coruse she´s teasing now, since you already made her cum two times tonight. And to be fair, you weren´t entirely nice about it either.

"So how it´s gonna be, (Y/N)?" She smiles at you.

You hate her in these situations, because she always gets what she wants. Always. It´s her stupid pretty face with stupid frackles and stupid big eyes, that make you melt everytime.

"Please Tara," she slows down her hand movements on your body, "I want you to touch me and just-" She starts to circle on your lower stomach as she listens to you very closely, "make me cum, please."

"Your wish is my command, love." She kisses you one more time and then slowly makes her way down, it was really easy access since both of you were completly naked.

Closing your eyes to feel the full pleasure was something you did often, but Tara wasn´t really satisfied with so little eyecontact so she bites into your skin, something that Tara did often to bring your attemtion back to her. Even in school, when you were reading a book for some quite time, she bit your hand.

As you open your eyes, Tara just gives you a small smile, indicating that you did very well. You´re needy as much as her, she just really needs to taste you and make you fall apart. And she did, she starts out slow, teasing you and mostly teasing your clit, she was the biggest fan of yours and she made sure you know it every day.

That night she made it known four times, before you were overstimulated.

After Tara cleaned you up, she noticed that you were already sleeping, which is a good thing, since the last few days were hectic and you barerly slept. She got up and made her way to the kitchen.

"Oh shit, you scared me, Quinn! I thought you´re at you Italian boyfriend." Tara chuckles.

"He´s not my boyfriend and I realized he´s not so good in bed, it was just his lucky day, the firt time we met, I guess..." The readhead shrugs as she sips on her water. "But you sounded like you had a great time, huh?" Quinn raises her eyebrow and Tara just blushes, real hard.

"Oh um... yeah. I though that no one will be at home, so we like-" Tara stutters and Quinn just laughs.

"Didn´t hold back, got it." Quinn nods.

"Yeah... can you not tell Sam? I mean she would give me some sex advices and I just really don´t want to hear it." Tara groans.

Sam knew you and Tara were dating for a few months, but after everything that happened a year ago, she was still very suspious of you turning into a big scary killer and kill everyone. Which is definetly what you´re doing as your after school activity every Wednesday and Friday. You even had a small arguments with Tara, one time she was on Sam´s side, the other day she was hating her sister for always being up her ass. Well let´s just say that dating Tara is little rollercoaster of emotions, but you wouldn´t trade it for anything.

"Won´t do and hey, bring your girl some water, I think she needs it." Quinn throws a bottle of water to Tara.

"Thanks! Goodnight, Quinn." Tara is still blushing like crazy, but she quickly dissapears into her room.

Quinn watches Tara go to her room, where you were sleeping peacefully after Tara made you scream like that. How much Quinn wanted to be there, to see you, to take care of you, to make you scream her name.

You and Quinn met after you brought some literature books to Tara. Which was few months ago and since that, she can´t get you out of your head. But Tara captured your heart first, but she know she can change your mind. And she will.

What Tara didn´t know was that the bottle she just caught was Quinn´s special bottle for her plan to work. And so far it was working amazing, Sam out of town for buisness meeting, you being dead asleep and Tara being so naive, which makes her vulnerable.

Quinn read Tara like a book, so she knew right away, that she will have a sip or two as well. So after Tara making you drink at least half of the bottle, you pass out back to sleep. Her lips touches the bottle too and she drinks the rest of it. And bang, she´s dead asleep too.

Quinn peaks into Tara´s room and smirks to herself, knowing she has the whole night for making the perfect scene.

...

You´re not really sure what time it is, but when you open your eyes, trying to ajdust to the light, you can´t see Tara in the bed with you, so it must be after 8AM, since Tara likes to go to the coffee shop for hers and yours favorites orders.

As you try to sit up, you notice you can´t. Your hands and legs are tied to the bed and you just let out a chuckle. You know that Tara is really open about trying out new things with you, but this is a big unexpected jump even for you. But to be honest you don´t mind at all. You still feel little sore, from yestreday´s action, but nothing you can´t take.

"Baby?" You say little louder, hoping she would get in the room immidietly. But there is no response. "Love?" You try again, but nothing comes from the other side, the doors are still closed. "Tara? I uh- I´m awake!" You get little imatient, as it´s been few minutes, on the bed, without your girlfriend, tied to the bed.

The door finally open, but it´s not your girlfriend. "(Y/N), are you oka-" you and Quinn look at eachother. "oh- sorry! I didn´t know-" Quinn turns around, ready to walk out.

"No, Quinn! Wait! I- Can you help me please?" You quickl say, before she can dissapear.

"Help?" She turns around. "I don´t want to get into, whatever you and Tara have..." Quinn lies, but you´re too emberassed to catch how her words came out in a sarcatic, harsh way.

"No, it´s fine. Uh Tara is not here and my hands are getting really sore, so... if you could just-" You nod towards the ropes attached to your wrists.

"Tara is not here?" Quinn tilts her head, playing innocent is really easy for her, but she can´t contain herself much around you, especially around your naked body, tied to the bed. Completly at her mercy.

You just nod, hoping you will get out of this situation quickly as possible.

"That´s a shame isn´t is?" Quinn walks to you closer, sitting on the bed next to you as her hand grab your wrist. "That Tara is not here." She looks at you.

"I mean... It´s just embarrassing." You mumble as you look at her hand on your wrist.

Why is it taking so long?

"Aww you´re embarrassed. Don´t be, look at you. Look at your body," her hand is now running from your wrist, along your sides, then back up circlening on around your nipples, "it´s perfect, (Y/N)."

"Quinn, what are you doing? This is not- Tara will come back." You try to move away from Quinn, but it´s really hard with the fact that you´re tied to the bed.

"Don´t worry, she won´t come back. Not now at least." The readhead whispers into your ear, which brings out goosebumps on your whole body. Your nipples are now hard, since you´re naked and the room is quite cold.

"Quinn-" you look at her in complete panic, you don´t know what to do, but Quinn does. She planned this to every single detail.

"Shhh, just enjoy it. I heard you last night, you sounded so good, but..." she moves closer to you and kiss you under your jaw, "I know you can scream louder than that, slut."

"Please don´t..." few tears start to fall from your eyes.

"Okay, if you´re not wet, I´ll stop. That´s fair, isn´t it?" She smirks, knowing damn well, that you gonna lose this one.

Fuck, you´re fucked.

You try to move your hips, hoping you could dry yourself up somehow, but you know it´s a lost fight already. You hate your pussy for betraying you like this. You´re body always wanted this kind of a treating, but you need your body to understand that this is not you Tara.

"Let´s see..." Quinn stand up and slowly trails her hand from your breasts, to your stomach and all the way to your pussy. "And look at that!" She smiles as her finger slips into you so easily. "You´re drenhced. You don´t like this, you love this, of course you do!" She pulls her finger out and brings it to her mouth, tasting you. "So fucking sweet. I don´t blame Tara for eating you out for hours, this taste is addicting!" She chuckles.

You try to get out of those restrains, but you can´t. "Quinn-"

"Zip it, I want to hear you scream my fucking name, when I make you fall apart, got it?" Quinn put her hand around your neck and squeezes hard, then she moves to sit on top of you as she begins to make out with you. As a protest you bite her lip, but that didn´t stop Quinn at all, it´s the exact opposite, her kissing gets messier as you can taste her blood on your lips, she´s more turned on. And sadly, you are too.

Her hand slips back on your pussy as she starts quicken her pace and you let out a moan. "See? Not that hard." Quinn mumbles against your lips. And it´s her time to bite your lip.

Fuck- this is so wrong, but it feels so good.

Her hand on your neck starst to get really tight as her other hand on your pussy is playing with you faster, so fast that you can´t hold it anymore. "Fuck, Quinn!" you let out the most pornographic moan of your entire life.

"Good fucking girl, I knew you will like this. Of course you do, you´re such a slut. My slut." She wispers into your ear.

You hum agaist her, trying to catch your breath was the only thing you can concentrate on, at the moment.

"And now you´re agreeing with me. See? I knew you will like this." She kisses your head. "Let´s show this to Tara, hm?"

Your eyes widen at the mention of your girlfriend. "W-what? N-n-no, I don´t think-" Quinn cuts you off.

"You´re not here for thinking, slut. Only for screaming my name, so now shut up and don´t move." She winks, knowing you barely can move a muscle.

After five minutes Quinn comes back with Tara tied to a chair. "Oh my god-" you scream. "Tara? Tara, baby?" you yell towards her, but Tara just looks up at you with tears in her eyes.

"Quinn let her go! Please," you whine, hoping that she will listen. "please." You start to cry more, already forgetting about the pleasure she made you feel a minutes ago.

"Jesus christ, you´re such a cry babies." She comes to you and slaps your cheek. "I will give you a reason to cry, if you continue, slut." Quinn´s soft hand make contact with your cheek one more time and you try to hold your tears.

You lay there completely naked as your whole body is shaking, you´re not sure if it´s still from the pleasure or the stress or the fact that you´re actually really cold. You look at Tara and you notice that she stopped crying too.

"I´ll make a deal with you two, if you," Quinn smiles and looks at Tara, "will fuck (Y/N) the way I say, do everything I´ll order you to do, then I might think about not killing you. If you won´t, Tara... bye bye, see you on the other side." Quinn takes a pocket knife out of her pocket and swings it next to Tara´s cheek.

"You can´t do that!" Yelling was a stupid thing to do, but in order to protect your girlfriend you would do anything. Quinn turns to look at you and she slaps you again. "Gosh, stop making me hurt that pretty little face of yours." She looks at Tara, but quicly turns back to you. "Are you doing this on purpose? Of course, you fucking like getting spanked!"

You blush at Quinn´s words. You fucking blush. "Tara..." your voice breaks as you look at your Tara, watching your naked body.

"Fine. You fucking freak!" Tara spits on Quinn.

Quinn smiles, "oh you two are so messy and I love it!" She swings her knife again, laughing at the two of you. "If you try anything, I´ll cut your throat like, understood?" Tara just nods.

Quinn unties Tara and immedietly points her knife at her. "I want you to eat her out. And you-" Quinn point her knife at you, "you better fucking scream, remember your sweet girlfriend´s life is on the line, (Y/N)."

Tara slowly moves towards you, "are you okay, baby?" she whispers to you and you just nod.

"Enough with the chit chat, get to fucking work!" Quinn yells as she sits on the chair next to the bed.

Tara just gives you a soft smile, something that used to calm you down, but not now. At least you´re glad that the both of you are okay... alive.

As she slowly put her hands under you, she draw small circles of reassurance, hoping it would calm you down at least a little bit. Clossing your eyes sounded like a good idea, at least now you can imagine being there with only your Tara, if that was the case, this would honestly be a very enjoyable moment for the both of you.

As her motuh got closer to your wet pussy, you could feel her breath on you, which brings the shivers everywhere and you let out a soft moan. Tara kisses your pussy, she did this everytime, you love how soft she can be in a dirty moments like this. But... both of you feel like this is a completly different thing, as you´re trying to stay alive.

Tara´s tongue start to go up and down, tasting you made her hums against you as you let out yet another moan. "Fuck, Tara-" your hips jerk at her skilled motuh.

"Oh none of that! You will moan my name, slut. Not hers. Come on!" Quinn harshly says.

"I-" all of your words left you, you don´t know what to say, it feel so wrong. But you want to survive this, whatever this is.

Tara´s hand squeezed you softly, giving you a sign that it is okay. You take a deep breth and at the same time Tara quicken her licks and you moan. "Quinn! Fuck, oh my fucking god!" You moan.

Quinn is smilling ear to ear as she knows how much fucked up thing she´s doing right now. But it took her so long to look at you and Tara, like she didn´t care, like she was okay with you two. But now? When her plan is perfectly made, she can do whatever she wants.

"Give the slut three fingers." Quinn orders.

Tara knows you never took three fingers with her, you´re too tight, she wants to protest, but she also knows the consequences of this decission. So without missing a single beat she slides three fingers into you. Shockingly it went in smoothly and you´re now a moaning mess, repeating only one word, "Quinn".

"Harder," another one of Quinn´s orders.

Tara start to pump her fingers in and out harder, making you whine at how harsh she is going. "That- hurts."

"Good, make it hurt." Quinn´s hand start to slide into her own pants and she was drenched, everything that happened today and is still happening was her dream.

Tara´s fingers were hurting you a lot, but at the same time you feel this pleasure that you never felt and it feel so good, your pussy is swallowing Tara´s fingers and she can feel how much you like it.

"Slap her clit." Quinn let out a shaky words as she was also coming closer to the edge.

And Tara did, so hard, that you think she´s letting out all her anger and frustration on you and you are correct. She don´t stop, she just contniues slapping your clit, until it´s Quinn who brings her out of it. "I think she had enough of spankings, Tara." Quinn chuckles as the sight of Tara slapping you was truly a masterpiece.

Tara stops, but you can tell by looking into her eyes, that she was still angry, sad, horny, but mostly furious with you and the whole situation. And Quinn could tell too, which was again something that just made her plan work, even better.

"Stop and sit on her face, let that little slut make you cum." Quinn notices how Tara´s eyes shift at that order, she was fucking with the two of you so effortlessly.

No matter how much you whimper or try to buck your hips, none of the girls cared, Tara just sits on your face and her hips start to move back and forth, not really carring if you can´t breathe with her pussy in your face at all. Your tongue start to get to work, licking as much as juices as you can, noticing that Tara is enjoying way too much. Noticing that her body is betraying you as much as yours do.

"Let it out, Tara. All these ugly emotions, let it all out." Quinn mumbles as she´s nearly there herself.

No need to say it twice, Tara lean in so she can reach your pussy and she start to spank you again. This time faster and harder, letting out all the anger from you screaming Quinn´s name, from all the moans that were supposed to be hers, but mostly from you being a slut.

And the fact that you´re very close to cumming just comfirms how big of a slut you are, not to Tara, but to anyone who is willing to touch you.

This moment was meant to be, as on the same time all of you cum from the pleasure you are feeling. Tara came all of your face, as almost suffocating you in her juices and pussy. Quinn came at the beautfiul sight infront of her and you came as a dirty little slut, from all the pain that´s Tara been causing you by her hand.

Quinn stands up and come closer to you and Tara. "You did great, my little sluts." She smiles.

Tara want to do something, but she is too tired to jump on Quinn and tackle her down, but she´s trying to come up with the best thing she can do right now.

"Don´t even think about it." Quinn put some fallen hair behind Tara´s ear. "Because I´m so nice and I want this to be more than just a one time thing, I made sure that you two will behave." She walks to the window, where she had her phone recording this whole time, but only the bed, so if she truly wanted to, she would manipulate this recording for her own use. "Because of this, we will have so much fun in the future, girls."

And now you´re truly fucked.

Thank you for reading!!!!

[jiminsfirstlife]

SVT boyfriend headcanons

how i think sebong would treat u as a gf ^.^

Choi Seungcheol

spoils you <3

loves skinship!!

makes u carry the groceries inside

back hugs >>>>

looks scary but is actually the nicest bf ever!

makes u sleep on the couch when jeonghan sleeps over

he sometimes ignores u bc his schedule is so busy, but he always finds ways to make up for it~

Yoon Jeonghan

is extra clingy bc he enlists soon :(

makes u sleep on the couch when seungcheol sleeps over

doesn't do chores

loves to cuddle :)

gaslights you whenever you get into an argument

calls you "darling"

the apartment smells like cigarettes

always makes time for you <3

Hong Jisoo

makes u listen to him while he plays the guitar and sings

cheats on u with a man

Wen Junhui

teaches u chinese :)

helps with the chores

towers over you

little spoon

loves teasing you bc he's a child at heart

lets u wear his hoodies

talks very fast when he's excited, which was hard to understand at first, but after a while you understand him perfectly <3

Kwon Soonyoung

clingy when he's drunk <3

won't let you wear his clothes bc they're too precious to him

introduces you to his family within the first 3 months of dating

uses your photo as his lockscreen

takes the worst photos of you

makes u take photos of him so he can post on weverse

Jeon Wonwoo

ignores u all day while he games

doesn't respond to texts

gives you money to go shopping

spends more time with mingyu than he does with you

spends a suspicious amount of time at mingyu's apartment

will side with mingyu whenever you question him about it

Lee Jihoon

watches anime with you <3

get's mad when you talk during movies

won't let you wear heels in public

lets you listen to his song demos & dedicates songs to you :)

is busy producing most of the day and gets mad when you interrupt him

little spoon

Xu Minghao

will answer honestly if you ask him "do i look fat in this? :("

dresses better than you

looks u over before u leave the house so u don't embarrass him with ur outfit

teaches u chinese :)

he loves hugging u from behind and using your head as an armrest

Kim Mingyu

golden retriever bf T.T

makes u go to the gym with him to spend quality time together

spends most of the week at wonwoo's apartment

takes you on late-night drives to get food

so clingy!!

"jokingly" flirts with other women but denies it whenever u bring it up

Lee Seokmin

24/7 affection

loves buying clothes for you

is embarrassing to eat with in public

very loud

talks during movies

will tease you but feels guilty and will nonstop apologise if he takes it too far and hurts your feelings

hogs the bedsheets

"are you finished eating that? i'm still hungry"

will ignore your texts but post on weverse 5 minutes later

Chwe Vernon

plays 2000's emo music in the car

on his phone 24/7 but still replies to your texts late

"sorry i didn't see your text"

lets seungkwan third wheel in the relationship

can't dress for shit so u have to choose his airport outfits

buys you plushies and couple's accessories

Boo Seungkwan

argues with u like a woman

sassy

likes it when you comfort him

spends too much time with vernon

always starts arguments but gets offended when you argue back

will hold a grudge for days

takes u on weekend trips to jeju island :)

accidentally calls you "vernon" while you're having sex

Lee Chan

ur probably older than him

sometimes calls you "hyung" by accident

loves when u wear his shirts to sleep :)

will dance for you unprompted

~ this is my first tumblr post i hope it's okay! tysm for reading

[bmodiwrites]

So, our power went out this morning & my s/o and I made a blanket fort by battery light to snuggle under. For some reason, as I drifted off to sleep, this little idea stuck with me. Here's the result of 5AM wanderings...

Slamming the case of his guitar down, Eddie let out a long breath.

After four hours of what could only be called terrible practice, Eddie was glad to have the instrument packed up and out of his sight for a while. Though Corroded Coffin saw some recent success, their attempt at creating new music wasn’t going all that well and everyone knew it.

What should’ve been an easy way to relax after a week of shows turned into bad playing that gave way to silly arguments. In the handful of years they’d been a working, functional band, Eddie hadn’t ever felt so put off by the people around him. They weren’t making music – just a mess.

Lingering behind everyone once Gareth finally tossed in the white flag gave Eddie the opportunity to calm down and come back to Earth. There was no guarantee that he would’ve made it out of the parking lot without punching Jeff across the cheek if they all walked out together. Eddie hated being called out for bad lyricism and Jeff hadn’t held back once he got started. Despite agreeing with him, Eddie’s temper was on a hair trigger, close to going off at any minute. Taking a second to let everyone leave in peace was the only way for the band to stay together.

Even in a fit of red, Eddie understood that.

Once the aggressive need to barrel people over dropped by the way side, Eddie felt able to get on his feet and out the door. On top of not wanting to ruin things with the band, bringing home bad energy was never a good idea. Steve’s ability to read people had only gotten stronger having survived Vecna. Any bad juju immediately put Steve on edge – especially where Eddie was concerned.

Of course, the mere thought of Steve worked wonders in its own right. No matter where Eddie was on the spectrum of freaking out to breaking people’s noses, conjuring up little pictures or memories of Steve always helped to soothe him. Their three year relationship played a huge part in the control Eddie now had over himself. His rambunctious personality and lifestyle was a lot easier to manage when each night didn’t end with a possible arrest.

By the time that Eddie made it out to the parking lot, his mood was a lot lighter. He already forgot most of the turmoil sitting on his chest – the weight there was easily replaced with the scorching flame of something unnamable Steve and Eddie’s feelings for him always brought about. Getting into his car, Eddie almost had a smile on his face.

The drive back to their little shared apartment finished leveling Eddie out – his steps walking to the door were filled with anticipation, not anger and dread. It still blew Eddie’s mind that his heart started to pound harder and harder the closer he got to his place of rest. Coming home, crossing the threshold of a place that still didn’t feel real – it was overwhelming.

Still, Eddie hoped the excitement would never fade. There was something nice about the promise of forever.

Shaking his head, Eddie blinked back to reality just in time to notice the front porch light wasn’t on. He passed Steve’s car in the parking lot on his way in, so his boyfriend had to be home. The confusion of what could be up had Eddie’s brow quirking and his stride hastening. Their apartment was usually a lit beacon shouting the comfort of home into the void. Darkness, after finding out all the scary things that creeped about in it, scared Eddie.

He was quiet as he opened the front door. Whether Steve was out for the count napping or taken hostage by something from the Upside Down, making a lot of noise wasn’t going to help the situation. Having surprise on his side seemed like the only weapon Eddie had at his disposal.

A shaking hand reached down to grab at the chain that dangled from his belt loop. Eddie gripped it hard to stop the noise of it banging against his leg. If push came to shove, he could fling his heavy wallet at an enemy a little easier now.

More surprise to wield. 

Slowly, Eddie walked through the kitchen into the living room. Their tv was eerily off, adding to the blackness of the emptiness. Noticing that Steve’s slumped over form wasn’t on the couch, Eddie let out a breath and continued down the hall.

One by one, Eddie cleared the rooms – upon first glance, nothing was out of the ordinary.

That should’ve made Eddie’s pulse quiet but he still felt on edge. With only one room left to check, Eddie was nervous to peel back the curtain and peek behind it. If Steve was in trouble, the game officially started, the fight was on. It was now or never.

Sucking in a huge breath, Eddie gripped the doorknob of their bedroom until his knuckles turned white. Eddie squeezed harder then, delaying the inevitable that came with flicking his wrist and opening the door.

The squeaky hinge had Eddie holding his breath – he made it through the entire apartment without making any noise, leave it to the final moment to give his position away. No matter how much practice Eddie got being stealth and sneaky and heroic, the end result never matched up to his expectation. When all was said and done, Eddie was just a goof, even fate and the wide universe knew and understood that truth.

A soft groan coming from the bed stopped Eddie’s downward spiral in its tracks. Eddie went on high alert again, the hair on the back of his neck standing on end. The darkness of the room made it harder to focus, but Eddie’s eyes eventually got adjusted enough to make out Steve’s body curled up in a ball on the comforter.

Another garbled noise had Eddie dropping his chain in favor of walking to the bed and getting his hands on his obviously suffering boyfriend. All the thoughts of danger dropped to the floor because Eddie recognized Steve’s hands on his head for the very regular, very normal thing that it was.

A bad night for Steve.

Trying not to make too much noise on his approach, Eddie sat down on the edge of the bed. For a second, he merely lingered there, allowing Steve to know he was there without saying anything. Eddie’s heart rate came back down and a sense of peace filtered into the room. Finally, a hand shot out to brush against Eddie’s leg. The touch was fleeting but cue enough for Eddie to move in a little closer.

His hands were feather light when returning Steve’s touch. Eddie scooted across the mattress until his hip was pressed against Steve’s drawn up knees. No stirring to pull away happened, so Eddie continued. Soon, his fingers brushed up Steve’s arm and shoulder, settling on the length of his neck. With the most adorable sigh Eddie had ever heard, Steve pushed back into the touch.

“You okay, babe?” Eddie asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Steve pushed back into Eddie’s touch in answer. Speaking, it seemed wasn’t in the cards right now.

“Is it your head?” Eddie questioned as he brushed his fingers into Steve’s hair, tugging the strands gently.

Again, Steve arched into Eddie’s touch but said nothing.

Breathing out an affectionate huff, Eddie needlessly nodded. The darkness made so much sense now.

Eddie lingered in Steve’s space for a few minutes, wordlessly petting him into a stupor. The pained sounds he walked in to hear disappeared into contented hums until Steve seemed to drift off into sleep. When Eddie felt him slump, he pulled his hand away.

“No,” Steve mumbled, his whole body stirring for the first time. “Don’t go.”

“I’ll be back. You need medicine and water. You’ll feel better, Stevie.” Despite all of that being true and Eddie’s counter being sound, they both knew Steve was absolutely going to get his way.

Especially when Steve pulled out the big guns. “I just want you. Hold me – please.”

Sighing, because Steve was gorgeously manipulative and Eddie was absolutely there for it, he tucked his chin to his chest in defeat. “You’re lucky I love you,” Eddie muttered in jest.

He got up as gingerly as he could to toe off his shoes and shrug out of his vest and jacket. The cropped shirt he changed into after sweating his ass off at band practice made his skin prickle in the cool air, but Eddie quickly got over it. Steve was hot to the touch and begging to be snuggled back to normalcy. The chill wouldn’t linger around long.

Walking around to the other side of the bed, Eddie crawled into his usual spot, a feeling of lightness washing over him. It didn’t seem like he’d been close to breaking half of his life apart just half an hour earlier. Everything in him was light and easy enough to carry now. As his hand settled over Steve’s waist, digging into Eddie’s favorite little spot of hair on that flat stomach, contentment threatened to overwhelm him. Emotional whiplash prickled like sparks on his skin.

After a moment of having Steve in his arms, gratitude washed everything else away.

Steve leaned back so beautifully into Eddie, fitting all their joints and curves together. Eddie palmed Steve’s belly while Steve arched into Eddie’s frame like the house cat he truly was. Like puzzle pieces, they wiggled and shifted until they fit together perfectly. Eddie’s earlier thought about a healing touch became more and more real as the minutes went by. Steve calmed down to the point where he started to snore ever so slightly.

The breathy puffs of air meant, at last, Steve was truly asleep.

For a moment, Eddie thought about climbing out of bed to get Steve what he needed, to turn on a few lights in the apartment and get started on dinner. He imagined himself being a responsible adult that took care of his partner with the grace of someone who wasn’t selfish and hooked on the feeling of their bodies melding together. The urge to be that person lingered just long enough for Steve to subconsciously reach down and grip the hand Eddie hand on his belly.

His decision was so easily made.

Settling in, actually relaxing, made Eddie’s own tiredness become obnoxiously apparent. His arms seemed to weigh a ton and all ideas of doing anything but pulling Steve closer were sufficiently buried under comfort and an ease so sweet Eddie forgot about his troubles.

Seconds before Eddie drifted off himself, the fingers tangled with his own squeezed and Steve stirred. “Love you.”

Humming, Eddie leaned his smiling lips into Steve’s neck, pressing a sleepy kiss there. “I love you,” he muttered back, settling into the mattress further.

Sometimes, the universe forced shit to slow down, gave signs of its own. For once, Eddie appreciated the gesture, leaning into it completely.

[knightofwounds]

Tournament

For @adelarsims event.

Okay, I didn't bring the guy first, like was planned, but I still took the leap of faith as recommended. So, after silent first year in the community I am ready to introduce the two young participants of the tournament.

Is she li'l or is he tall? Yes.

Although… Miss Gemma Charm needs no introduction. The youngest daughter of the Charm family, an ancient magical lineage, she is set to make her 16th birthday debut at this year's magical tournament.

Traits: Goofball, Art Lover (+Creative and Perfectionist with mod). Aspiration: Spellcraft & Sorcery (in this family she had no choice, to be honest). Skills: Charisma, Comedy, Logic, Mischief, Painting. Likes (in the game process): Pranks, painting, comedy, new age, argumentative sims, silly behavior. Dislikes: Fitness, egoistical sims.

Her mother Minerva Charm is a powerful and respected witch, her brother Darrell is a famous duelist, she herself has been reminded of who she is almost every day since childhood - all of this is definitely exerting some pressure on the young witch, especially now. Oh, the status obliges.

It's no wonder that behind her carefree facade, Gemma is secretly afraid of not living up to the high expectations of her family and the magical community.

And perhaps the big event would have been an equally grandiose nervous breakdown and she would have given up before it even began if it wasn’t for Glenn O'Malley.

Gemma's stubborn and unpredictable school friend simply stated: "It's dangerous to go alone, take this! And by “this”, I mean “me”. Eh, shut up, Gem, that's not a suggestion, but a declaration."

Traits: Mean, Erratic (+Hot-headed and Loyal with mod). Aspiration: Renaissance Sim. Skills: Dancing, Writing, Painting, Mischief, Fitness. Likes: Red color, funny sims, writing, dancing, gemology, potty humor. Dislikes: Complains, physical intimacy, discussing hobbies, ginger hair (yeah, actually his own hater #1).

You might be a tough street guy, who dare not be teased for an old-fashioned name or anything else, but if your friend wants an one paired outfit for an important event and gain access to your face with her questionable makeup skills… okay then. But just one!

But who the hell is he and what happened?

To be honest, he wasn't even a spellcaster until recently: just a rather unpleasant person who, nonetheless, cared deeply for his small circle of people important to him.

And Glenn got used to the fact that usually in their duo, he was the always annoyed (and annoying) creature with a short temper, but not Gemma. And this time it was hard for him to say "okay, keep your little secrets."

Of course, his friend always had some weird secrets, but she never was so tense and blue because of it. And it was going on for a while, so…

He was smart enough to put together a certain number of details into a whole picture and crazy enough not to try and rationalize the strange result, but just to test the theory.

And a month before the tournament, he met Gemma in the magical dimension with the words "don't you want to tell me something at least now, girl?"

Does Glenn have decent magical skills? Not yet.

Does he have decent physical form and the ability to improvise and adapt skills from one area of ​​knowledge to an unrelated one, compensating for his lack of experience or tools, without worrying about how strange or contradictory it looks? Hell yes.

A guy with the behavior of a delinquent and dirty mouth of a sailor but the cultural background of artsy kid and vocabulary of a poet, he once applied his many years of dancing experience to the football field (also for another favorite person btw), developing unexpected tactics to deal with his opponents.

What will he come up with for magic? Who knows.

Anyway, now it's not so scary to be ashamed together, right? Maybe two Neophytes with a couple of entry-level spells, a pack of cheap cigarettes, creative brains and pockets full of love for shenanigans won't win, but now it's going to be a fun adventure.

(At least for them: this duo of unruly teens can’t vouch for those who meet on their way, oops).

[pocket-lad]

CH 6- Common Decency

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“You do not have to do that,” Adelaide said seriously.

“Mm-mm. Don’t say that. If you give me an out, I’ll take it.”

“Okay, then I’m giving you an out.” Adelaide knew how scary it was to even think about meeting a Bean. Ian scared her sometimes, and they’d known each other for years. Never intentionally, but normal Bean things could easily come off as threatening, especially when they’re not thinking about it. She couldn’t ask Ollie to do that, and moreover, if it went poorly, she’d have no idea what to do.

“No! He’s important to you and I don’t want to make you choose between me and him all the time, and if he’s as nice as you say, then I have nothing to worry about!” Ollie’s face looked like she had everything to worry about, but Adelaide admired her stubbornness.

“Right…,” Adelaide trailed off. It wasn’t that Ian was dangerous. He was just…combative. And though he was always gentle physically, his words were less so. “Well, like I said, Sarah’s out right now, so if there was ever a time to do it…”

Ollie’s eyes widened and she rubbed her sweaty palms on her pants. “Right - right now?!”

“Again, you don’t have to,” Adelaide shrugged.

“I want to.”

“Okay…I’ll go let him know. You stay here.”

Ollie nodded.

Adelaide looked into her eyes for any sign that Ollie might throw up or pass out, and when she found none, she ran out into the wide open world.

Down on the floor, it was hard to get a good read of the room. She didn’t see Ian’s head peeking over the back of the couch, so she ventured further into the living room, if you could call it that.

Adelaide didn’t quite understand why Sarah’s bed was in the living room. In fact, it seemed Sarah only had two rooms - the big one that contained the living room, bedroom, and kitchen, and then the bathroom. Not that it wasn’t still enormous to Adelaide, but it did seem a little small for even one Bean to be living in.

It took a couple minutes to round the couch, but she located Ian sitting on the bed, cautiously patting it down. She didn’t know what he was doing, until she remembered where she had fallen asleep last night. Ian woke up to an empty nightstand and must’ve thought something happened. Guilt spread across Adelaide’s chest again. She needed to stop doing that.

Trying to minimize his panic, Adelaide sprinted to the bed, and once she felt she was in earshot, shouted up at him. “Ian! Down here!” The effort burned her throat and lungs, and no matter how safe she felt with Ian, calling a giant’s attention down to her on the floor went against every fiber of her being.

Relief flooded Ian’s face, and then it was replaced by anger. Uh oh.

“Della, what the hell?” he complained, making sure not to raise his voice but unable to stop himself from marching toward her.

“Woah,” Adelaide stumbled backwards as he walked, feeling every tremor with every step.

Ian abruptly sat down about a foot away. “Why?” He instinctively reached toward her to bring her closer.

“Please don’t grab me!” Adelaide shouted, and his hand froze. Part of her plea was because she didn’t want to get grabbed again, but a larger part was because she didn’t want Ollie to see. She didn’t want Ian scaring her before she even stepped foot out of the walls. “I’m sorry,” she continued before he could scold her. “I shouldn’t have done that, but I couldn’t sleep and I couldn’t wake you up. I should’ve left a note or something. I’m sorry…Just please don’t grab me again.”

Ian rubbed his hand down his face, quelling his argument for the time being. He wasn’t mad, just startled. “Did you at least get some sleep?”

“Yeah, I…I slept at Ollie’s place,” she lied. There was something embarrassing about sleeping in that threshold, though she couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was. Maybe something about vulnerability. Maybe she just wanted to avoid admitting it because she knew Ian would lecture her about it. Either way, the longer she slept there, the harder it was to change. But this was a good jumping off point. “Who, by the way, wants to meet you.”

“Hey, I knew she’d come around,” he smirked.

“Like right now.”

“Fantastic.”

“So I’m gonna need you to be on your best behavior.”

“I’ll try.”

Ian was too nonchalant for her liking, so Adelaide slowed her speech. “Ian, I feel like you’re not listening. She is scared. She’s not gonna tell you she’s scared, but she’s scared-”

“I figured.”

“-so you can’t make any sudden moves, or talk too loud, or poke fun at her, or ask her demeaning questions-”

“What do you take me for?”

“-and I really like her so I want this to go well. And put on a shirt.”

“Della, I uh, I got this. I befriended you, did I not?” Ian said as he pushed himself to his feet, stomping back over to the bed and grabbing a black t-shirt. He pulled it over his head and made his way into the kitchen. “I’ll see you guys in a bit. And don’t run off again!”

Adelaide figured he was too far out of earshot for her to say anything else, so she didn’t bother. Exasperated, but knowing this was the best it was going to get, she ran back toward the wall. This was almost definitely a bad idea, but at this point, she had no choice but to see it through. Whether or not she was ready, Ian and Ollie were.

When Adelaide returned, Ollie was still rooted to the exact spot she left her in. “There’s still time to back out,” Adelaide assured her.

“Stop it, I’m fine,” Ollie said, but her voice gave her away.

Adelaide gave her a small smile and held out her hand. Ollie took it, and they made their way up to the kitchen. Adelaide’s hand tingled the whole way there, and she absently wondered if that was normal. All too soon, they reached the hole in the wall. They could hear Ian shifting around out there doing who knew what.

Much to Adelaide’s surprise, Ollie marched right out there, not stopping for one second to think about it, because if she did, she’d turn around. Adelaide, still clutching her hand, was dragged along.

Ian sat at the kitchen table, twiddling his thumbs. As soon as the borrowers left the walls, he spotted them, and Ollie froze, her grip on Adelaide’s hand increasing tenfold. Adelaide winced but didn’t pull away.

“Hello,” Ian said with a casual elongation on the ‘o’. He waved at them, and Ollie flinched in a way that only Adelaide could see.

“Ollie, this is Ian. Ian - Ollie,” Adelaide said awkwardly. She didn’t usually have to introduce people, especially not two people she knew and liked.

Ollie didn’t say anything, her eyes locked on Ian as if he were a bomb that was about to explode.

Ian took it upon himself to break the tension. “So uh, you’re the one who kidnapped Della for a couple days?”

Ollie’s eyes widened even further and she started to back away. “No, I - I didn’t…It’s her choice! She chooses to see- and not even all the time! She sleeps on the floor just inside the wall every night, even though I tell her not to, so - so really, when you think about it-”

“Dude!” Adelaide exclaimed at both of them, having to extricate her hand from Ollie’s lest she break bones.

Ian recognized his mistake and tried to course correct. “Hold on, hold on. Relax. It was a joke, I was uh…joking. Hyperbole.” He hadn’t had to deal with a nervous borrower in a very long time, and his skills were rusty. “Wait, Della, why do you sleep on the floor?”

Adelaide took over before the conversation continued further down that road. “Okay, I think that was a great first meeting. Super proud of you, Ollie. Thank you Ian, uh, for being normal, but I feel as though our time together has come to an end. See you tomorrow, et cetera, et cetera, good night.” Adelaide dragged Ollie backwards toward the walls.

“Woah, hey, hey, hey, come on!” Ian leaned forward. Because of this, it was now Ollie who took the lead and dragged Adelaide back toward the wall. When nothing else happened though, she froze. She looked to Adelaide for answers, the unspoken question clear between them: He’s not gonna stop us?

Adelaide grabbed both of Ollie’s hands, looked into her eyes, and shook her head no with as much sincerity as a head shake could hold. “You can say anything you want, ask him anything you want. He’s not gonna hurt you.”

Though she tried to keep her voice down, Ian still heard. He leaned back into his chair again, trying to make himself as open and approachable and non-threatening as possible. “Ask me anything. I’m an open book. I don’t really get…offended…easily.”

Ollie sized Ian up. “Why are you so…nice?”

Ian laughed. “Ha, nice isn’t a word I’d use to describe myself, but uh, if you mean ‘why am I not hunting you down’, um, well, I’d just say that’s - that’s common decency.”

Ollie’s shoulders dropped a hair from their scrunched up position, and Adelaide was surprised they even made it this far. She asked another question. “Can I just ask that you don’t grab me? I see you grab Adelaide sometimes and…I guess…if you don’t look down on us, why do you do that?”

Adelaide, amused, looked to Ian for his answer. “Yeah, Ian, why do you grab Adelaide so much?”

Ian quickly put together an answer. “Uh, you have little legs, do you not?”

“No,” they both said, just to be combative. Ollie’s stance was firm, but under his gaze, she felt like her legs would give way at any moment.

“Okay…you have smaller legs than me, yes?”

“Yes.”

“So, I can get from Point A to Point B much faster than either - than either of you. Sometimes it’s easier if I just-”

“Get grabby and impatient?” Adelaide suggested.

“Yes, get…grabby and…impatient,” Ian conceded begrudgingly.

Ollie didn’t look very relieved, and Adelaide didn’t blame her, since that hardly provided any assurance. “But he won’t do that to you,” she said pointedly, which still did little to ease Ollie’s nerves.

“So…you have a, um, a family?” Ian tried.

“No!” Ollie blurted, looking to Adelaide to see if she told him anything.

“Okay…” Ian loved to talk, but he was having a hard time finding stuff to talk about with someone who was three inches tall and had lived their whole life in the walls. What did he and Adelaide talk about initially? He couldn’t remember.

On Adelaide’s part, she knew she was supposed to intervene, or even facilitate the conversation, but nothing came to mind. They were so different, and it didn’t help that one was terrified of the other. Think, dummy, think!

To everyone’s surprise, Ollie corrected herself. “Yes, I do. My dad and my - my brother. But please don’t go looking for them-”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Ian assured her.

“Okay, I think I’m done,” Ollie said. Both Ian and Adelaide blinked, but Adelaide recognized that Ollie wanted to leave now . She was proud of her for staying out in the open this long, and even more proud that she willingly gave away information about her and her family. She could also tell that Ollie was waiting for the other shoe to drop, waiting for Ian to stop them.

“You want to take any food with you?” Ian asked. He had so much food at his disposal, so even though he knew the answer, he had to at least offer.

“No,” Ollie snapped, then added, “Thank you.”

“I figured,” Ian smirked. “I’ll see you around, Ollie.”

“Yeah…okay,” was all she could think to say. Every instinct screamed at her not to turn her back to a giant, but Adelaide trusted him, and he didn’t give any sign of ill intent, so she hesitantly turned around to head into the walls, Adelaide in tow.

“Not so fast, Della,” Ian said.

Both borrowers turned around in shock, though one was much more aggravated than the other. Adelaide clenched her jaw. She wanted to support Ollie in her moment of bravery, but she supposed it was better to get this talk over with now. “I’ll be in in a second, okay?” she whispered, pulling Ollie into a hug. She smelled nice. “And thank you for doing this.”

Ollie nodded and, giving Ian one last wary glance, disappeared into the walls.  Adelaide took her sweet time turning around.

“Really?” he asked.

Adelaide decided to play dumb. “Really what?”

Ian threw his hand up in the air, clearly exasperated. “Why are you sleeping on the floor?”

“It’s comfortable.”

“Okay. Is it Sarah? Are you scared of Sarah?”

“No-”

“Are you scared of me?”

“No, of course-”

“Why don’t you stay at your girlfriend’s place?”

“It’s complicated-” Ian wasn’t letting Adelaide get a word in, which was all too easy when his voice severely overpowered hers. She was frustrated and, even more, flustered at the word ‘girlfriend’. Her cheeks involuntarily turned red. It didn’t help that Ollie was probably listening.

“Why - why do you willingly subject yourself to uncomfortable and - and dangerous situations when you objectively do not have to?”

“It’s not that-”

“I uh, I don’t really care what you do, but I can’t help but point out - you keep making ridiculous decisions out of the - out of the sheer inability to let go of your pride.”

Adelaide rubbed her hands down her face, but realized it was her turn to speak when silence permeated the room. “Can I talk now?” she asked, just to be safe but also to show Ian how impertinent and annoying he was being.

“Yeah,” he said.

“You know I don’t like sleeping out in the open-”

“Yes.”

“And I can’t sleep at Ollie’s because her dad hates me for being friends with you. He thinks you’re going to hurt them.”

“Let me talk to him.”

“I don’t think that’s gonna solve anything, actually.” Adelaide had a hard time imagining how that would go down, and an even harder time imagining it going well. If Dane didn’t like her, he certainly wasn’t going to like Ian. “And in the end, none of this even matters. We’ll be out of here soon. No sense in getting comfortable.”

“Ah, yes. Well, maybe you should - maybe you should find a way to get…comfortable.”

Adelaide’s brow furrowed as she deciphered the real meaning behind the sentence. From her point of view, it sounded like Ian planned to stay here for a long time. Maybe even permanently. “I should go check on Ollie,” she said abruptly, not letting her voice betray her increasingly negative thoughts.

“Della, hold on,” Ian pleaded as he reached for her. If he had tried a little harder, he would’ve caught her before she made it into the walls, but his heart wasn’t in it. She’d process this best in her own time. Still, he didn’t feel good about it. There had to have been an easier way to break it to her, but ‘breaking bad news’ was never one of his talents.

“Ah, shit,” he mumbled to himself, rubbing the back of his neck and watching her disappear into the walls. He needed to clear his head.

As he stood up and shrugged on his jacket, Ian caught movement in the corner of his eye. He was surprised and a little proud that Adelaide returned so quickly, but he wasn’t going to question it. If she was ready to have this conversation, he’d take it.

***

Adelaide couldn’t believe that Ian wanted to move here! Sarah’s place was tiny compared to his whole-ass house, there were far more Beans around here, and she couldn’t believe he was willing to uproot his whole life like that, though a small part of her was jealous he even had that ability in the first place.  She knew it was an inevitability that he would want to live with Sarah, but she was banking on her moving in with him.

On the other hand, going back to Texas meant leaving Ollie. Maybe not forever, but her time with Ollie would be directly based on the whims of Ian Malcolm. Adelaide would only be able to see Ollie when Ian wanted to see Sarah, and that felt discouraging.

All these thoughts raced through Adelaide’s mind as she ran through the walls, not even bothering to pay attention to where she was going.  This proved to be a bad idea when she slammed directly into someone. The idea proved to be even worse when she saw that that someone was Ollie’s dad.

“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was…” Adelaide trailed off when she realized Ollie was standing next to him with a panicked expression. She assumed she should probably say better words. Like right now. It was a good thing she was kept awake at night thinking about the million ways she could have handled their first meeting.

Adelaide cleared her throat and recited her memorized apology to the best of her ability. “Um, I just wanted to apologize for how we met. It was completely irresponsible of me not to think about the implications of my being here, and I-”

“Adelaide, great. Love it. You’re gonna have to save the speech for later,” Ollie breathed, and that’s when Adelaide knew something was off. Her panicked expression was mirrored on Dane’s face, and it was more than just ‘oh no you ran into me / my dad’ panic.

“Wh- is everything okay?”

“Oliver is missing.”

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Next

[catboydreamer]

summary; scaramouche w/ a partner who has a large amount of insecurity towards cheating. for the most part, this work is pretty fluffy and sweet but you'll see why the warnings are necessary of course :)

content warnings; mentions of past abuse including topics such as neglect and manipulation. cheating on the end of past partners as well. (essentially, if you have these sort of triggers,, don't read / proceed with caution, please)

you tell scaramouche pretty early on about your history. its hard to proceed without telling him. plus, you're running out of reasons for your random breakdowns over the smallest things.

it's a long night; you have to sit him down and explain everything that happened to you. it's not an easy task to complete, its emotionally draining for starters and crying felt sort of awkward. which is funny, you've been crying in front of him very often and he hasn't said anything to you yet...regardless, you felt stiff and so fuckin' seen in the worst sort of way? it's like there's a spotlight on you.

actually, he doesn't mind at all. but you can't ignore the way he tensed up and dug his fingernails into his pants while you recalled the details. the way your ex would ignore you endlessly and then dare to act as if you didn't love them. how they bashfully flirted with others in front of you. your final stray being this happening for months, right in front of you in long phases of i love yous and silence that reeks and then when you /finally/ go out again, there they are. with someone else. it hurt so fuckin' bad and you just simply broke. you couldn't do it anymore. so, you packed it up and left. that's it.

despite his rough demeanor he simple can't understand why anyone could stand to do that to you. he isn't heartless so he can't really wrap his mind around this concept. the person you were with was a fuckin' asshole. that's what he knows for sure.

even more than usual, you'll find scaramouche checking himself while you're around. his tone changes or is different, suddenly he pulls back and says, "it's not you, darling, i'm still frustrated from work". or if he's feeling weird about touches, he'll sigh and let you know, "my skin feels like it's on fire today. i do...appreciate your comfort". and the list goes on, even in silly ways like holding your hand through the crowded streets and checking to make sure you're following him and /always/ checking your anxiety levels. he doesn't care, you are going to always come first above all.

it's hard /not/ to feel like its superficial. that it's fake and soon all this love will be gone. or can you say its love? maybe just ... these actions of affection.

somehow, he senses your feelings and the way you pull a little from it all. so, he does ask you. he's very calm about it and its when you're both getting ready for bed that he brings it up.

his arms are laid across his chest as he stares sternly towards you. "what's wrong with you?"

the question shocks you and makes you freeze. it feels...scary? you can't place it but it feels wrong? like maybe he's trying to coax a argument out of you. "i'm not sure what you mean."

scaramouche sighs and your heartrate starts to increase. you're already panicking and he hasn't even done /anything/.

"You don't seem right. you aren't acting... the way you do. did i do something wrong?" its easy to tell he has to force the words from his mouth and he starts to try to busy himself a bit.

your eyes widen, and suddnely you feel a tiny bit embarassed. "no, no. you didn't do anything wrong. you seem to do everything right. thats the problem."

scaramouche stomps over to you and huffs. "can i touch your face?" you can only nod without looking too hard at him. it hurts.

he touches his fingers to your cheek softly before he cups it into his palm. when you look at him all you can see is how softly he looks at you.

this is where you break but quietly. its only silent tears that fall from your eyes. his forehead falls against yours as he sighs. he mumbles something you coudln't hear, you can't listen over your own heartbeat and the shit he's pulling so fuckin' softly. he's so sweet. so sweet to you. and for what? so, you can't help the apologies that fall from your lips.

“don’t you dare apologize to me.”

“ah. sorry.”

he lifts his head from yours and places his hand flat against your cheek. you lean into it. slowly, and quietly he huffs, “didn’t I just tell you to stop apologizing?”

you freeze up, your eyes full of fear instantly. and in return, he pales. all color drained from his face and none of his body moves for an instant.

he snaps out of it, spitting out, “shit. shit, I’m sorry, love. I don’t know what I did but you don’t need to worry. I promise.”

finally, you can snap from the icy hold. you start crying again but much harder this time, and this time, your hands grip into his shirt and pull him towards you. you cry into his neck for an hour straight. he holds you and waits for you to be ready.

when you are, he is patient. he starts to pull away from you and he hears a whimper fall from your lips. he slows his movement immediately.

“I’m getting you some water. for your throat.”

slowly, you nod. you speak up, “can I come with you?”

he shrugs. there is no issue and you are free to do as you please. he fully pulls away from you now.

as the two of you walk to the kitchen, you’re close behind. you watch his every move.

It’s when the water is running that you speak up, “I… he really fucked me up you know? I feel bad that you have to deal with the effects of it. it’s annoying.”

scaramouche whips around, drink in hand but the water left running. He sets the water in front of you.

he kneels in front of you, a sigh leaving his lips. “the habits can be… annoying as you say. but honestly,” he pauses running a hand over his hair, “I would endure it all for you a million times. it’s worth it.”

your breath catches as you process the entire sentence. “ah…”

your face twists into a wide smile from cheek to cheek. “I’ve never felt so happy. thank you.”

scaramouche places his hands flat to your cheeks, “I’d love for you to always smile like this. It looks so good on you.”

you laugh, “since when were you so cheesy?”

scaramouche doesn’t speak. he lets his mouth do all the talking in a way he knows how to, by pressing his lips against yours.

you melt into a perfect kiss and can’t help the love the love that you feel for him. even broken people can feel loved and love again.

[amunyan]

Almost Christmas… :D

The doorbell rings. And again. And a third time. Only then does Mereoleona get up from her couch and go to the door to open it.

"Yo."

"What do you want from me?" With narrowed eyes and a look full of annoyance, Mereoleona looks at Yami, who has raised his hand in greeting.

"I just wanted to see what you scary woman did to (Y/N). I haven't been able to reach her for days..."

"The better question is, who told you where I live?"

"Your brother's student file," Yami answers. "You are one of his emergency contacts. But now answer my question. Where is (Y/N)? I thought she was with you?" "Yes - she was." With an inconspicuous gesture, she invites Yami in, who follows and closes the door behind himself. Meanwhile, Mereo has gone into the kitchen to get a glass of water and offers it to Yami, who declines.

"We had a fight and she left," she explains. "It was about how little I trust her and that I really thought she was going on a date with you..."

"You really believed that stupid joke I told your brother?" Yami laughs, but Mereo doesn't. She looks at her visitor with an angry expression in her eyes. She almost grabs him by his neck. But she holds back as he raises his arms in defence. "Oh?You really believed him? Okay... I am truly sorry..." He is quiet for a moment and he really seems to feel guilty.

"I think (Y/N) has gone to her little squirrle-friend, if you are looking for her..." Mereoleona says distractedly.

Yami looks at her cluelessly. "Squirrel friend?"

"The one who always eats. I've never seen her without food - like a squirrle."

"Oh, you mean Charmy."

She nods and takes a sip from the water. "But I'm not really sure. Besides;" Mereoleona opens one of her kitchen drawers - a junk drawer to be precise - and hands Yami a mobile phone. "She forgot her phone here when she left. Not sure if she's coming back or not."

"That explains why she's not answering..." he mumbles as he takes the phone.

"Can you do me a favour?" Mereo leans against the kitchen counter and runs an absent-minded hand through her red mane. "Please bring her back her phone if you intend to meet (Y/N)."

"Why don't you do it yourself?" He scans her. She looks even more pale than she did a few days ago. "Has the lioness lost her teeth?”, Trying to tease her, but it doesn't work...

"I just don't know if she wants to see me or not. I'm too scared that she won’t give us another chance. That's all..." She tries to justify herself. But Yami has seen through her. The argument with (Y/N) has somehow broken her...

"Alright - then I will pay her a visit." Yami says and scratches her head. "Shall I send her greetings from you?"

Mereoleona looks at him for a few moments. Then she takes a deep breath, it looks as if she is thinking hard. An unusual sight.

"Not really, but I need to know something..." She gets back up and opens one of the cupboards to show Yami the meanwhile repaired cup.

"This is the cup (Y/N) was supposed to give you," he recognises it. "I know it's ugly and I told the little one it's not your taste, but it's still not nice to break it."

"Don't insult this thing! My brother tried his best to save it." Mereoleona gets louder and almost a little angry. "Better tell me where she bought it. I have to buy a replacement, I can give to her. But this thing," she lifts the mug a little to make sure she means the broken mug, "this mug should always remind me of how rash I always am and how deeply I hurt her feelings..."

"Pretty poetic for someone like you. But if you want to know, she bought the mug in that little tea shop in the mall. Right next to the entrance in the south-west. But..." He hesitates and looks at Mereoleona. "Will you give it to her? Or are you going to make me do messenger runs again?" Yami laughs, perhaps trying to provoke her again. But as Mereo refuses to react and just stares grumpily into the distance. So the uninvited visitor simply slaps her back. "Better you decide soon. Tomorrow is Christmas again, you know..." With these words he leaves.

Again, Mereoleona stays home alone, but with a little gleam of ambition in her eyes. It seems there is still a little spark in her. "I'd better go and get her that mug..." It's still snowing outside the CC. The afternoon is early and you are sitting in the almost empty café, sipping a cup of coffee. Soon the afternoon crowds will be rushing in from their last-minute Christmas shopping, so take advantage of the current lull to brood over your problems on your laptop.

After Marx left the company last week, your boss only had you to shout at. And since you already had a keyboard on your conscience and private documents on the company PC, another warning was probably not far off.

Somehow justified, of course, but with this boss it would only be a matter of time before the next little misstep ended in dismissal.

"So... should I just get a new job or look for a new place to live? And should I get the new job in Clover City or far, far away?" You ponder as someone sits next to you.

"Is this seat still free?"

At first you will to point out that the whole café is free. But then you look up from your laptop and see Yami.

"Yo," he greets you as he sits down and hands you your phone. It is turned off, but when you try to turn it on again, it seems to have enough power.

"Where did you get it?"

"I went to see your girlfriend. But I am not allowed to send you greetings, because she still feels bad about the argument and the misunderstanding".

"You've made a real mess of things," you grumble. "As soon as we got together - we wanted to take things slowly - poof. That was the end of the relationship."

"Did you really split up?" Your friend takes a sip from his coffee.

"I don't know. But I haven't heard from her in the last few days. But I must not complain. I haven't made any efforts to see her either. Even worse; I have just bought my train ticket for tomorrow afternoon – I’m going to celebrate Christmas with my parents. And before you say something, I know myself that I am probably running away from something..."

"As good as any adult would do. So you're not going to tell the Not-So-Scary Woman that you're leaving Clover City?"

"I don't know. I miss her, yes. But I'm too scared that she won’t give us another chance…"

"You know what..." Yami finishes his coffee with one last sip. "Believe it or not - I have heard that line before today." With these words, he gets up, grabs one of the newspapers lying on an old but still fashionable sideboard, and disappears in the direction of the toilets...

"That guy ....", you mutter, suddenly doubting your decision.

[giggly-squiggily]

i think the modern au renkaza thing sent on anon idk why 💀

Tumblr antics am I right? Okay back to our scheduled screaming:

AHZNNANZNAMZMAMSM AHHHH I FREAKING LOVE THIS HELP WHZNANSNNAMSMS 😍😍😍😍😍😍

First of all- Rengoku and Akaza dating in this AU? Perfection. I freaking love it ajznwnnsns also Akaza having a bit of a delinquent past but working to change it? He’d have the dyed pink hair and arm/chest tattoos and everything??? (No face tattoos though- I honestly don’t think he’d go for them in this AU but that’s just me.)

The thing is- Akaza has a rough past; but it’s not nearly as awful as the rumors paint him out to be. Yes he got kicked out of his old school- but it wasn’t because of some arson kick, and sure- he used to hang out with a gang (if you count like- three people him included a gang) but he wasn’t in association with them anymore. The ties might have been cut but the string still follows.

And Rengoku knows all this- Akaza had been frankly very upfront about it all. Still- he can see who he really is beneath all the rumors and rough patches and that’s why he loves him.

It’s also why he can’t stand his friends being so cold and harsh to Akaza. It’s based off heavily altered rumors and personal prejudice, not facts or the growth Akaza made as a person. They might not love him how he did- but that didn’t mean they had to constantly demean and berate him either.

Akaza might be willing to tank it cause he hates the idea of Rengoku fighting with his friends over him, but Rengoku isn’t gonna sit by and let them carry on like this.

And the breaking point is vicious! Rengoku- always so loud and fun, is suddenly icy with a low flat toned as he rips their little arguments to pieces. The warmth he usually has is sniffed out as he finally tells him off. It’s scary and different and uncomfortable and just enough to finally get those idiots to understand that they weren’t just hurting Akaza- but they were hurting Rengoku too.

He’s breathing hard and staring them down before getting up and taking Akaza with him, far away from them as the girls try to figure out what the hell just happened. Akaza’s barely holding back tears as he goes: “You didn’t have to do that for me…”

And when Rengoku looks at him, his eyes are wet with angry tears but his smile is small and genuine. “Yes. I did.”

Sorry I rambled way too long Rey your brain is freaking amazing! This AU is beyond delightful and I love the head canons you bring about! This was angsty and delightful and just- AHHH!😍😍😍😍 I’m not even that big of a Renkaza shipper (tbh I don’t even know who I ship Ren with hshznanznsjs) but girl you are CONVERTING ME! 🤣🤣🤣

Thank you for sharing- this is genuinely so good! 😍😍😍😍

[who1ssheesh]

Xanxus's s/o being best buds with squalo!!

Xanxus’ s/o being best friends with Squalo

Pairings: Xanxus/reader, Squalo/reader |PLATONIC|

Notes: maybe I’ve taken “buds” way too serious + Xanxus is a little piece of shit here I’m sorry……I’ll prolly will make Squalo s/o being buds with Xus soon lol. I also think I will expand on this one, feels rushed on some moments here and there

Warnings: swearing, not proofread at all, possible break-up 💀

If we take the route you’ve become friends with Squalo after starting to date Xanxus, then ooh boy, that’s a rocky start

Superbia admires Xanxus’ strength and specific traits – Squalo never in his life can terrify people around just by mere existing and suffocate with the strength through red wild eyes alone.

But other than that don’t they HATE each other with each letter in capital?

BTW Xanxus, on the other hand, is so ignorant he won’t admit any of Squalo’s strong traits to save his life, and captain acts much more reasonable here. So maybe you’re the one hinting to your man that he should go at least a little bit softer on his right hand

So. Squalo didn’t think Xanxus would date someone….like…….smart…….

He kind of expected a typical mob wife to be a candy of the eye and suck out (pun intended) money since Xanxus doesn’t care about people, you just gotta be useful to him

He can’t even lie he was dumbfounded seeing you for the first time. You are……..normal. He doesn’t mean ugly, you are pretty in a natural? Regular? way, not in a “I want to be a supermodel way too hard” way. Help me, I sound sexist.

It’s not an insult to you, it’s an “I can’t believe someone ambitious and smart got along with HIM”

100% the first time you see him is when Xanxus is beating the shit out of him with glasses again, and you were looking terrified to say the least. And Squalo was so NASTY, he really wished you would see this as the biggest red flag because he doesn’t want to see that bitch happy.

I mean it, there is just no way to get those two along, it’s a weird hate-infused destructive relationship between them.

You talk for the first time somewhere in the hall after that incident.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Squalo doesn’t answer, but you swear you heard an angry screech of his teeth in return.

You stumbled into each other pretty accidentally. You could be getting coffee for Lussuria (of COURSE you had  to be friends with that-, he would think) and somehow you always got one for Squalo. You are subtle, most of the times not even talking to him, just acting like……you merely treat him as everyone else and don’t pay attention to his tantrums.

You are immune to tantrums with your boyfriend, you’re the reasonable one in the relationship lol

You are the first one to call Squalo out.

“Quit your bullshit”

• You know what’s funny? It worked. Now welcome hell, you can never escape but it’s funny at least.

• You start talking just a little bit, one step at a time, a rare sight seeing Squalo genuinely laugh at something. He enjoys your humor and your brute language, he can now see why you get along with Xanxus.

• You start gossiping with him a lot, he is such a bitch, no wonder Lussuria likes him. As we know, nothing brings you closer than this.

• Anyways, you forgot your furious manchild idiot of a man. And he doesn’t like what he sees, Xanxus unironically thinks you are fucking with Superbia, he is raging and is THIS far from shooting you two

• It’s a long and heated argument, honestly 90% chance it can lead to a break-up. THAT’S IT THANKS FOR READING

• No, but really it’s the first time you have such a scary interaction, it probably includes you having a breakdown.

• Squalo is around there as well, and he is sure to let Xanxus know he won’t let anything happen to you.

• It’s a hard one for your relationship, you probably don’t talk for several days, Squalo will feel guilty despite hating Xanxus with all soul. Xanxus may be a bitch, but you are not.

• Will be your voice of the reason - he can’t and won’t in any way pamper you or pity, but Squalo is good with spitting facts, 10/10 friend material

• Could be having some interactions with Xanxus about the situation, could be not, depends on his mood. But certainly will call his boss a fuck-head

• Sadly, I can’t see your friendship with Squalo go well with Xanxus. Squalo may be the reasonable, but your boyfriend in not

• You both develop a pretty defending relationship, Squalo is sinking with his buds trust me it’s a pride think. So at least you are going to be irritated at him throwing stuff at Squalo -> another argument.

• You don’t go too far though, you both respect each other’s independence and don’t act as mother hen. Rare mature friendship here

• You start going hanging out with Varia a lot, maybe you even meet some of his buds out of Varia. Xanxus is going to be around too btw, some can say he is acting calmer around you

• Squalo is a friend to insult you a lot even as a joke, so thick skin is required. Will be mad at you A LOT, but still is the one to come over at 2am 1000 km away if your car broke down or sum. But if it’s a shitty reason he will get mad and say to fuck your boyfriend’s brain instead.

• Even if you don’t try, you pick up some fencing knowledge lol. Squalo starts rambling a lot and really appreciates you listening. Does so in return, can interrupt you with a dumb joke or some nonsense but just wants to show you he listens

• Squalo can be away for long at missions and develop a habit of bringing you cards with a shitty dad jokes, insults or all together

• You humor synchronizes well, there are a lot of inside jokes, Squalo thinks those are the most important in a friendship lol. Excluding drinking bets

• Has some lines. Won’t get over your house if you are alone. Fair maybe? He wouldn’t be happy if his gf brought Xanxus at their house while he is away. Exception for some emergencies and business questions

• If you ever interested, Squalo will get you tickets to sword fight events. Especially where he participates lol. You don’t have to go, but….he gets you those cause wants to see you ok?? You brobably will go there with Bel or Lussuria

• BROFISTING A LOT AND I WILL DIE ON THAT HILL. Sometimes that piece of shit bumbs you with a metal hand on purpose

• Since you don’t see each other in a sexual or any romantic light at all, Squalo often forgets you are a woman and could be smaller or not so tough (in a physical sense) and can hit you too hard

• You two rating others’ attractiveness 100%💀💀💀💀 Sometimes Luss involved

• It takes a really long time, but the 3am late chats while smoking at a balcony are a thing (I have doomer panelka vibes in my blood, doing that rn whatchu gonna do about it)

• He one day comes you for a serious advice because he’s unsure, and you are the only one Squalo trusts. You appreciate that a lot. Like…a lot

• He will do a lot in return to show his appreciation for your support, you know there is always a man behind your back, ready to catch you if you fall

• I don’t know, to be honest, of Xanxus ever makes peace with your friendship. He is not jealous, it’s about…trust. He is dead inside thinking that in critical situation you can chose Squalo, and Xanxus realizes his tantrums (that fight) break your trust in him even more, which makes Squalo more valuable to you. So in conclusion….Xanxus breaks his life again and is scared.

• But at some point, you don’t have to feel sorry for him, he also wounded you, and he knows that (he should). Squalo 100% will evaluate your ego and aggression a lot, you become confident in protecting your boundaries.

• So if ever Xanxus makes you choose (and holy shit I can imagine him doing this-), you don’t have to chose him just to please him? But it’s hurting someone’s trust either way.

• If you prioritize Xanxus, your relationship with Squalo grow noticeably colder. You obviously won’t develop an “I can’t trust you my life” friendship, but you notice Squalo is not angry about it and even sees a certain reason in your decision. He respects your view on the situation (since you are with Xanxus longer than being friend with Superbia) and sees this as a logical conclusion - that’s the character he likes you because of, ok? You still have a joke here and there or go crazy together rarely just like with any Varia guardian. You will notice Xanxus’ gaze anyway, but it’s a different one - he knows he is the one for you and can’t get enough of that fact.

• Well…….if in the end Xanxus hurts you too much….Squalo is flabbergasted to say the least and feels a lot of responsibility in here secretly, even tho he understands you both are adults + Xanxus can fuck himself piece of shit go and die + voi + ratio. He becomes distant because of this, all while you are weeping here all alone and having second thoughts. I’m the end, he comes at you door in the most Superbia fashion - with a slap and now you have 23 hour training sessions to get your mind clear or sum (he is trying). He gotta get you back to your feet with confidence and pride better as ever, because he is a friend. He goes to help at 2am, gets you when you are all out of breath and here to beat some cense back to you. He helps you get your place in a mafia life once you are chipped off of Xanxus and are all alone, he honestly the one to see you succeed and make yourself a name AND he will hardcore convince you to become a swordsman as well if a potential is seen. It could be decades, but you are still here for Superbia as he is for you, and everyone knows you are always around each other - loud, arrogant, bashful and foul-mouthed. And he still bumps you with a metal hand on purpose istg

[bwoahtastic]

Toto with pup George from his first marriage and while he loved Susie it was always more of a friendship and they ended things on good terms and always encouraged each other to date but Toto never found anyone else....until he meets omega Lance and god he wrestles with it because Lance is even under than his pup but he just can't help that he's fallen in love with him.

George is such a brat when Toto brings Lance to a family dinner and is quite nasty to Lance who ends up bursting into tears because hormones, surprise he's pregnant

sksksk plss! Susie and Toto having George and they were a happy family but they werent exactly in love? They loved each other and adored each other but it just wasnt right for a relationship.

They part ways in a friendly way and coparent their then teenage son together and it works. George becoming a little adult and Toto cant believe how quickly time has flown by lol!

Toto is single for a long time but meets lance at a party. They hit it of and Toto wasnt planning on it but they end up sleeping together and then the day after they just keep talking and a short date turns into a few days? And they just both fall in love so hard so fast!

After a month or so, Toto has Lance and George over for dinner to introduce the two and george is being such a little shit and quite nasty because Lance is his age and that is just wrong! Lance tries to be brave and nice but its hard and he just bursts into tears halfway through the dinner and flees up to the bedroom. Toto and George having an argument but George knows he was harsh... Lance seems sweet and he had been slaving away in the kitchen all day making George's fav food and even Susie approved of Lance!

Plss Lance turning out to be pregnant which is a bit scary for everyone but Lance and George get quite close too? They can be friends!