#but ughhhhh it was so close to being done!!!

[le-fruit-de-la-passion]

ughhhh just had to cut a chunk of the jayce fic. I liked it but it just didn't work well with the flow of the story... time for rewrites 🫠

[fujii-draws]

[geekforhorror]

Stop wait I’m so sorry I didn’t see your won’t write list until after I sent my req.

Disregard my last message; puppy play with daddy James :p

no worries! and this ask is so delicious i actually can’t ughhhhh

good for you

pairing: james kelly x fem!reader

warnings: SMUT (DNI IF YOURE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT!), dom!james, sub!reader, puppy play, age gap (james is 35, reader is 20), use of leash and collar, praise, breeding kink, daddy kink, dirty talk, degradation, pet names, etc.

James had been waiting for this day to come. You had finally admitted about having filthy fantasies of being a puppy—his puppy. He already had a sneaking suspicion that you had this kink, so he was waiting for the right moment to bring out the pretty little collar he got for you that had ‘bitch’ lettered on the tight garment.

That’s how you ended up sprawled up on all fours on his mattress, being pounded into while wearing the tight collar around your neck and the matching leash that came with it. You could feel his balls slapping against your tight ass as you gripped onto the sheets in an attempt to not lose balance or composure. However, you had lost your composure along with your dignity when you let him slap that collar onto you.

“Who would’ve known my pretty baby would look even better like this? All obedient like a good little pup.” he enunciated between harsh thrusts. Tears were beginning to flow from your eyes due to the overstimulation you were given from him.

He tugs on your leash with enough force to pull you backwards and have his large, veiny hands grip your soft cheeks in dominance.

“Who’s their daddy’s good little puppy, hm?” he implores, expecting an immediate answer.

“I-I am..” you say, your cheeks turning redder than they had ever been.

“You’re what?” he tuts with a frown, wanting to hear the words slip from your lips.

“I’m your good little puppy, daddy,” you finally let out, earning a chuckle from James.

“Atta pup, always so good for me. I think that deserves a reward, don’t you think?” he asks you with a newfound smirk on his handsome, chiseled face.

“Y-Yes” you manage to say while still in your constraints.

With that, he suddenly pulls out before forcing his fat cock into your clenched ass, earning a loud gasp from you. He sets a new, threatening pace as he bottoms out in your hole. You can tell he has no intention of slowing down whatsoever with each additional thrust. It’s as if this experience awakened something in him, something that was always there but never acted on until now.

Your pretty little moans only egged him on even more before, prompting him to slam into your walls even deeper and harder. “I’m gonna breed you like the little bitch you are…make you take my seed and have my babies,” he let out as a guttural groan.

“Yes please daddy!” you exclaimed in between happy sobs, feeling the hot coil start to form in your stomach. You could feel his balls grow heavy as they slapped against the rim of your ass and knew he was close as well.

“I’m gonna-“ you whined in a high pitched voice.

“Give it to me pup, come on. Milk me like the pathetic little bitch you are,” he demands.

His words spur you on as he pounds into you at an ungodly speed, making your impending orgasm closer. Before you know it, you spill your sweet release all over his cock, earning a satisfied moan from James. He continues to fuck you through your heaven sent orgasm before he spills his hot seed into your ass, which is where it would stay for the rest of the night.

The two of you finally come down from your shared high, prompting him to fully pull out of you with a grin on his face.

“Daddy’s not done with you yet, puppy.”

[no-nameno-face]

Auburn Thoughts (Pt.4)

Pairing: Reader x Ellie Williams

Summary:  After a long night, and waking up with a raging hangover, Ellie comes to your aid.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, minors do not interact. You will be blocked. Mostly fluff this chapter, sub!reader, dom!ellie, mentions of alcohol and being drunk, biting, bruising, hangover, pills, taking pills

Author's Notes: this definitely isn't my favorite chapter ever, i have pretty bad writers block (i much prefer making audios, but I really want to improve my writing.) with that being said i still hope you guys enjoy it. <3 some more fluff and lovey dovey stuff. I love teasing (but caring) Ellie so much. I just know she so full of sarcasm but like insanely protective and caring. UGHHHHH shes so real to me :( I think (dont quote me on this) the next chapter will have an audio! I have some fun ideas!!!! Eeee <3 anywho if youre reading this ilysm and i appreciate you 

Part 3

Part 5 (WITH AUDIO)

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Hands gripping sheets, white knuckles. All I see is her. Her… Her name rolling off my tongue, I can't say it enough. 

Ellie. Ellie. Ellie.

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My eyes drift close as the current carrying my body resides, leaving me sensitive and aching in its wake. Heaving breaths fill the silence, hers and mine. Synchronated. 

I feel her fingers as they brush a hair out of my face.  And I look up to meet her gaze, a thank you in my eyes. A finally in hers.  

“What the fuck?” she says, lips lifting into a smile, shaking her head slightly.

“What the fuck!” I return, matching her expression. My voice shakier than hers. We laugh at the precarious situation beneath us. My arms shift to cover my bare chest. My cheeks a bright shade of crimson, replaying the events in my mind. Ellie sits up, the warmth of her knee leaving me. I watch as she leans over the side of the bed and grabs my shirt, tossing it to me before turning to grab her own. I pull it over my head, and flinch slightly as it scratches over my tender breasts. 

“You good?” she asks me with a smirking sideways glance as she pulls the black tank on. I chuckle.

“Umm.. yeah you could say that.” hands fidgeting in my lap. My eyes shoot up to her suddenly, brow furrowed. “Should I..” my gaze drifts to her hips, “Do.. do you want to?” I sigh, she smiles. “I feel bad.” She looks at me with amusement.

“No. I’m fine. Watching you was enough.”

“Jesus Christ Ellie,” I say, averting my gaze. Not hiding the effect of her words on me. She laughs at me. “Don’t fucking laugh, im trying to be.. Like.. accommodating or some shit.” 

“Accommodating?” she raises her brows at me. 

“I don't know man, I've never done this shit before,” Rolling my eyes. She squints at me.

“You've never.. Do you mean like.. With a girl?” she questions. My eyes widen when I realize the information I shared. 

“No! I- I mean, technically yeah.. but like its..” her eyes widened at me. “I mean I haven't with a guy either.. I just..” STOP TALKING! “It's not like it's the first time I’ve.. You know..” I stumble over my words, unable to stop my babbling.

“Came?” She raises a brow. I gape at her. “I’d sure hope not. That shit’d be bad for your health.” she says smiling. I glare at her. 

“Fuck off” she smirks, standing. She paces to the kitchenette in the corner and starts opening cabinets. “What are you doing?” She pulls out a glass.

“Getting you some water. It's been a long night.” she says, filling the glass from my sink, bringing it to me. 

“Aftercare? Who knew you were such a gentleman?” I take it from her, gulping it down. I didn't realize how parched I was.

“Did you expect anything less?” She sits next to me, the bed shifting at her weight. I meet her smirk.

“So.. you said I have no idea how long you've wanted this.. Me..” I say looking into her. 

“Well I..” her turn to be flustered. “I didnt know you wanted me… you know… in the same way. I mean don't get me wrong, I saw how you watched me in class,” I blush at this, “but I figured it was just in a weird ‘I like drawing so I observe everything’ sorta way I guess.”

“Ellie, I was totally checking you out.” I laugh. 

“Dude, I didn't even know you were into girls. You look like so straight.” 

“I look straight?”

“Yeah, you do.” She says matter of factly. 

“Hmm. Funny. Did I still look straight while I was on top of you?” I raise my brows, “Under you?” my confidence ebbing and flowing, dependent on her own. She rolls her tongue over her teeth.

“Debatable.”

“There's no winning with you, is there?”

“I'm hard to beat.”

“I'd like to take that challenge.” a moment passes us. I don't want it to end.

“It's really late,” she sighs. 

“Shit,” I say looking at the alarm clock on my bedside table. 2:47 AM.

“I'm gonna head back to my place, I don't want my bike to get towed.” I feel a small pang of disappointment. 

“Yeah, no, that totally makes sense.” she starts putting her flannel back on.

“It seems a bit late to ask but, can I have your number?” She smiles at me.

“Mmm.. No. Sorry. I'm not into girls.” I tilt my head at her. She pokes her cheek with her tongue. I laugh, sticking my hand out. She gives me her phone and I put in my number. I stand up and give it to her, walking her to the door.

I watch her put her shoes on. “Get home safe,” I say leaning against the wall, crossing my arms. She gives me a sideways smile and in a split second she is gently grabbing my cheek and kissing me. Much softer than before.

“Bye.” 

I'm too flustered to respond before she leaves the door. Fuck me. I'm left standing there staring at the wall. Holy shit. HOLY SHIT. Did that just happen? Oh my god. My hand shoots to my lips. My knees squeeze at the memory of her touch.  I sit here for a minute trying to process tonight's events. 

I need to go to bed, I tell myself trying to break the chain of my thoughts. I go into the bathroom and grab my face wash. I splash some cold water on my face and take a pump of the soap, scrubbing. I rinse it off and grab my towel blindly. I pull the towel down my face, finally looking myself in the eye until… my eyes dart to my neck. A FUCKING BITE MARK. I gape at it, already bruising. Part of me is mad that she would be so reckless, but the other is saying Hers. I'm marked as HERS.

I flop onto my bed, lying there. Wishing she was still here with me. My fingers drift to the mark, and push on it enjoying the dull pain. A reminder of her mouth on me, and a thought of the other places I would like it to be-

BUZZ

I shoot up looking for my phone, I grab it off the nightstand and check it anxiously.

I fumble with my phone, seeing the 8 missed calls. Shit. I had completely forgotten to tell her where I went. I press on the missed call and my phone starts dialing.

“Hello?”  she sounds upset.

“Hi!! Chloe i'm so sorry I-”

“Where the fuck are you? Dude I was scared shitless”

“I’m fine! I just got too drunk and a..” I look at my bed, where Ellie lounged earlier, “a friend took me home. It's fine!”

“Its not fucking fine,” she still sounds drunk, her words slightly slurring together “Seriously you didnt even tell me where you were going!”

“I tried! I couldn't find you!”

“Then you should've tried harder!”

“Maybe you shouldn't have left me in a house full of drunk men, did you think about that?” 

“Oh fuck off, youre a big girl. You couldn't be alone for 10 seconds?”

“Chlo-”

“You fucking ruined my night. I've sat here worried about you for the last hour, stressed out of my mind.”

“I understand, I'm sorry.” I say, resigned to the conversation. She's drunk, she doesn't know what she's saying.

CLICK

The phone hangs up and I stare at the now dim screen. I'm too tired to be upset, I'll talk to her later about everything. I fall into my pillow and pull a blanket over my legs. My mind is drained, the adrenaline of my high crashing into heavy eyes and deep breathing as I slip into sleep. 

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BUZZ

My eyes drift open, everything is blurry and way too bright. I squint as pain shoots through my skull. I definitely drank too much last night. I reach, patting my bed trying to locate my phone. Finally, when my fingers find it I roll onto my side to see who texted me. An unfamiliar number. Ellie.

I make my way, slowly, to the kitchen looking in the fridge. Eggs and milk. That's it. God, I need to go grocery shopping. I pour myself a cup of water and dig in my drawers until I find a small bottle of pills. I pop one while I walk back to my bed. Setting my cup down, I fall onto my mattress. I turn on a YouTube video and cover my head with a pillow. Trying to drown out the raging light. 

BUZZ

After not hearing anything for a while, I pressed the pillow back into my eyes and waited for the meds to kick in and take the edge off of my raging headache.

KNOCK KNOCK

My brow furrows against the cushion. 

KNOCK KNOCK

I groan and sit up, it must be the hall director checking in. It had been about a month since her last drop in so that would make sense. But god, bad timing. I sluggishly made my way to the door and swung it open. Green eyes met mine. 

“God you look awful.”

“Ellie!” Oh my god. I very quickly became aware of how disheveled I was. She walks by me, holding up a brown bag of food. 

“Cheeseburgers!” she announces, setting it down on the counter. I'm still at the door while my pained brain plays catch up. I finally make my way to her, she's pulling out loads of food and laying it all out. She hands me a wrapped burger,

“Eat.” she commands. 

“Umm Ellie.. I'm vegan.” I look at her with concerned eyes. Her face drops. My worried look shifts to humor as I laugh, “I’m fucking with you. You should've seen your face.” she furrows her brows at me, “God you're so cute.'' I say taking the burger. And striding to the bed. 

“That was mean.” 

“Was it? I thought it was pretty funny.” I sit on the bed. She grabs a burger too and sits next to me while I unwrap my own. It hit me all at once, my brain finally acclimating to the situation. I told her I didn't have anything, and she went out of her way. For me. My heart flutters.

“Thanks for this Ellie. I really appreciate it.”

“Is that one of your jokes too?” I nudge her with my shoulder. “How are you feeling?”

“Ibuprofen, greasy burgers, and you? Shit, I'm not complaining” I say as I take a bite. She beams at me. Her smile is so beautiful. “Do you wanna watch something?” 

“Yeah!” she says, settling against my headboard, scooching closer so our shoulders touch. Butterflies flew through my shoulder into my belly where they fluttered happily. I turned on The Office and we sat there together, eating and laughing and comparing the characters to each other.

“You're definitely Dwight.” 

“That's so rude!” I smack her shoulder playfully. “If I'm Dwight then you’re Andy, and that is arguably worse.” I suggest.

“Ouch, that's just mean. At least Dwight is funny.” I raise my brows at her.

“You see my point!”

She bites her lip. “You're kinda cute when you're a smart ass.” I feel my cheeks turn pink. She notices and uses it as an opportunity to fluster me further, laying her hand on my upper thigh. My breath catches in my throat. She smiles at this, settling back to watch the show. My eyes are on the tv but my thoughts are stuck on her fingers, and the many places I wish they would be. I feel warmth grow as I think about her fingers on me. In me… Two can pay at this game.

I move closer to her, closing the space between us, laying my head on her shoulder. I put my hand on hers and start drawing lazy shapes on her knuckles. I see chills decorate her tattooed arm. Her hand squeezes my thigh ever so slightly, and I exhale a bit too loud. It's almost like I can see her ears perk up.  I see her eyes, in my peripheral vision, settle on my hand and trace up my body. 

“You're in the same outfit as last night.”

“Okay, Jesus, don't call me out like that.” I sigh. “I was too tired to change.”

She turns to meet my eyes and I notice a mischievous glint shine across them. “Do you wanna hop in the shower?” The butterflies that settled in my stomach migrate to the warmth between my legs. I sat there blind sided by her question. She liked to one-up me, and she's damn good at it. 

“Its okay if not,” she shrugs

“No!” my voice comes out a bit too high-pitched, I correct it, “I- if you want to, I'm okay with it.” she smiles before standing and walking towards my bathroom. I'm frozen to my mattress. She turns to me when she reaches the door and tilts her head at me, playfully.

“Are you coming?”

[blonde-tori-spring555]

as promised, here is one of my tori spring stories

(please tell me what u think, because idek if i like it)

“Charlie, I'm going to the shops soon. Do you need anything?” I yelled from the top of the stairs, “Tori, I know you're going on a date with Michael” Charlie replied from the living room, so calmly it confused me if it was actually a date. It isn't a date. I look at myself in the mirror in my room one last time, it feels strange, I feel…put together. What i mean is i spent at least 30 minutes trying to figure out what to wear, from what i've heard, what i've ‘been through’ to figure out what to wear, is ‘perfectly normal’, first i layed out around four options on what to wear, and when I couldn't decide I asked Charlie, which he responded with “where are you even going” and “i don’t know, why does it matter” so I kicked him out and took all my clothes out in panic, and threw them around the room, then I sat on my floor and cried, then told myself I was being an idiot, did my makeup, and put on some jeans, a white shirt, a black hoodie (which actually fitted me instead of being oversized and/or one of Michael) and some white converse, that I stole off Charlie a couple years ago, to be honest I look the same, but whatever.

I took the bus to the ice skating place Michael went to, he said we could skate together after he's done training, I'm not sure why I said yes, I don't even know how to skate, I haven't since I was a kid. This isn't a date.

I walk inside, he's still training, so I sit in the stands and wait. If this isn't a date, then why am I so nervous? Maybe this is a date, maybe Michael intends it to be a date. Shit this is a date isn't it, no surely not, Michael isn’t my boyfriend, he isn't, so this surely isn't a date.

“Tori!'' I look up and snap out of my thoughts, Michael smiling widely and waving at me from the rink, I smile back, “is that a smile I see Victoria '' he gasps dramatically, I roll my eyes and try not to laugh. I'm blushing. I walk down the stairs and meet with him, and he gleams at me and smiles largely making him look almost insane and cute at the same time, “what?” I ask, “nothing, nothing, you just-” he looks me up and down, not in a sexual way but in a way almost to fully look at me, if that makes sense, “oh my god u looks so cute!” he says in the loudly excitable way, like a child getting a new toy, he quickly takes off his skates and runs up to me and hugs me, almost lifting me off the ground, its probably because of our height difference, he’s alot taller, “i look the same” I reply bluntly, still being held, “yeah, but your… ughhhhh, your so fucking pretty” he nuzzles his face into my neck, gives it a quick kiss, then quickly walks away as if regretting, he opens his mouth to say something, probably to say sorry, but I quickly beat him to it by saying “so we gonna skate now or…?” he looks at me, closes his mouth, half forces a smile “yeah sure” he goes and grabs me some skates, hands them to me and sits down to put his own on, I sit next to him, “just so you know imma be shit at this” he looks and me and laughs softly “I thought so, that's why i’m here to help” I roll my eyes and laugh, he smirks back.

We’re now on the ice, well michael is, i’m standing at the entrance scared to death, “if I die this is all your fault” I glare at him “i’m sure you wont die” he laughs, “i’m fucking serious” I try not to laugh, he holds my hands as I walk onto the ice, to my surprise I dont immediately fall. I force him to hold onto me as we skate, or well he drags me. We laugh and smile and talk and fall, eventually we finish, and we're sore and tired and loki kinda wet, but it was fun. It's still not a date though.

“Are you just going home now or?” he looks at me, he seems understanding, “yeah probably, I told my parents I would be home soon so” i say not looking at him “ok” he nods understandingly “I don't ever really do though” I say still not looking at him, “what?” he asks confused, I realise im not making sense “sorry…ummm, if you don't want me to go now we can just hang around for a bit longer” he looks at me and smiles “if you want” I nod back, i’m blushing, i'm not sure why, he doesn't ask if my parents will be mad, he knows i don't care, anymore at least.

We just sorta sit and talk for a while, after a bit we fall into silence, it's a comfortable silence, it's never really awkward around him, after a minute or so I break it, “don’t you think it's strange that everyone thinks we're dating, just because they saw us kiss once” I look at him, he looks back “their just hopeless romantics'' he replies, “your starting to sound like me” I joke, he laughs back, “that kiss…” I say, we’ve talked about it before, we’ve decided it was a heat of the moment sorta thing, we’ve kissed a few times since. not in that way. He looks at me, for context when I bring it up its the only way my fucking autistic brain can ask for a kiss, he leans in and says “no ones here and no one cares” I put my hands on his face and kiss him, its a normal kiss, not a gross one were u taste eachothers mouths, its just normal, it doesnt last long, but it's long enough.

We part and he rests his forehead on mine, he's looking at me, I keep my eyes closed. I hate eye contact, it makes me wanna die. I finally open my eyes to look at his blue and green ones, he still hasn’t put his glasses back on, his blue eye isn't as bright as my blue eyes, he even jokes that when he doesn't have his glasses on, it's the main thing he can see on my face. For context he's like nearly blind in his blue eye and his eyesight is shit in general. He kisses my forehead. We stayed like that for a bit.

He walks me home, I chose not to take the bus, everytime i’m on one that isn't for school there is usually a random old man eyeing me. I hate men. We get to my house, I don't invite him in, I already know my mum is pissed at me, I'm an hour and 23 minutes late to what time I said I should be home, Michael doesn't need to see her yell, he’ll probably think she's crazy or some shit. I give him a kiss goodbye and walk into my house.

“Your late Victoria” I hear my mum say from the kitchen, she's not even looking at me, Charlie and Ollie both turn and look at me, their playing mario kart, Charlie nods at me then unpaused the game and they both continue to play, “so what were you and michael doing to make you an hour and a half late” my mum raises her eyebrow, my dads head shoots up, oh i'm in for a lovely talk, “victoria this is just unacceptable, the least you could do is call me and say that your going to be late, but here we are, worried sick” my mum guilt trips “yeah but even calling wouldn't of been enough would it” I say, it wasn’t aggressive just pointing out the obvious, “loose that tone” my mum snaps, “what tone” i scoff, “tori, me and your mum think it's inappropriate for you to be hanging out with a boy and coming home exceedingly late and in clothes that are very obviously his” my dad says trying to calm the situation, and for fucks sake that ain't happening, “first of all michael isn’t my boyfriend, second of all your talking about him like he’s in his 30s, and third of all why do you both even think im late” i sorta shout, but its still quiet so Charlie and Ollie can’t hear, “tori your too young to be having…hanky panky” my dad says, oh im in for a treat, in my head i plan to say something like ‘he’s not my boyfriend’ or ‘stop saying hanky panky’ but it comes out more like…”OH YOUR ONE TO FUCKING TALK!” don’t regret it though, if you don't know my parents had me barely a 2 years after they met and got together, my mum finished her english lit course only 2 months before I was born, she had to drop out of a lot but her parents were happy she at least finished the minimum, anyway she had me and my dad was still studying in uni so we went and lived in cambridge where my dad studied, when i was 4 months old my mum got pregnant again, with charlie, he was born like a month early, but so was i, we were both pretty much fine, my dad never wanted to rush into marriage, my mum didn't mind, but i think when you get your girlfriend pregnant twice it's kinda the deal. Ok sorry that just sounds weird. My parents got married when I was 3 and Charlie was 2. My dad looks at me, clearly unsure what to say, my mum is clearly trying not to say something she's gonna regret later, so i just walk away.

I’m not really sure how long it had been since that ‘argument’ but after a bit charlie knocked on my door, i let him in and we cuddled in my bed for a bit, “i heard what you said” he eventually says “did ollie?” i reply, “no, i don't think so” he responds, i nod, “the funny thing is your right” he chuckles, i laugh softly back, “its weird how people look at us and don't realise” i say, “i know right like i was casually talking about it to Sarah and she was in pure shock!” Charlie laughs, Sarah is Nick's mum, she's nice, i like her. We just laugh for a bit and at some point Charlie falls asleep in my arms and I start to drift off too. to be honest it's the best sleep I've had in a long time.

I don't really remember my childhood, it was normal i guess, the funny thing is that majority of the memories i have include charlie, which yeah like he’s my brother, but what i mean is their special, like my main happy memories, charlie and i have been through everything together, like when i got my first period when i was 9 my mum was at some baby appointment since she had just had ollie and i thought i was dying so for some reason instead of going to my dad i went to my little brother, obviously he didn't know what was happening to me so he just held me and cuddled me as i cried, my dad eventually found us and comforted me until my mum came home, and when he came out to us, he had blurted it out one dinner when he was 13 and run to his room before anyone could react, i ran after him and held him and talked to him and told him how proud i was and how much i loved him, and when i was like 6 i decided i wanted to run away, i don't remember why i just did, and my 5 year old little brother asked if he could come with me and so i said yes and we attempted to camp out on our trampoline we had growing up (our grandparents gave it to us or something) and eventually we got to cold and went inside and my parents said we could all stay up and watch a movie but im pretty sure we fell asleep in like 15 minutes. To be honest the list goes on and on, and now that I think about it I realise why people think we’re twins. I know it's total bullshit, but you know what I mean, like for a good 3 or 4 years growing up we were the same height. The thing is charlie will always be mine, he was mine first and biologically we will always be together, i would do anything for him, i would for either of my brothers, i would kill for them no questions asked, i would die for them, i would lie for them and i will always protect them. My parents used to always say that was my job as the older sibling, and it's funny because it’s true, but I could choose not to, but I want to, it's a habit, it's a need. For a long time i always thought i only felt that way about my brothers, that was until michael came into my life and nick really became part of our family, i mean it will always be a different kind of love, but i would still do anything for them. No questions asked.

I eventually actually fall asleep holding Charlie, as if it's a habit, I wake up at what has to be a decent hour for someone who has slept in, (it was around 10:30) I wake up still holding Charlie and ollie curled next to me like a kitten, they're both still asleep, but clearly about to wake up, I just lie there for a while longer, savoring it like it's the last time it will be this way, even if it probably isn't. The boys wake up around 5 minutes after I do. Nick and Michael come over, and we just sit and watch movies all day, and play Mario kart, and laugh until our stomachs hurt. I could get used to this, I love these boys, all in different ways, but yet the same, listen I am aware I probably sound like I'm reminiscing on my deathbed right now, but when you have lived a shit life like me and have seen things a person should never have to see, whether a child or a teenager, or even an adult, you treasure moments like this, my parents are still home, their just doing their own thing, them seem happy, they definitely talked about what I had said, I don't care, if they wanted to punish me they would’ve by now.

Right now high school musical is playing due to Nick and Michael learning ollie has never watched it and they apparently must educate him and their dancing and singing around the room together and me and charlie are sitting on the couch admiring it all. I kiss his cheek and he smiles at me. I love my boys.

But Nick should probably stop encouraging ollie to dance on the coffee table before someone gets told off or hurt.

(Please tell me what u think, I also might change it slightly since it does include things that barley make sense, but I hope u enjoyed x)

[ithilien-writes]

something about the way this is a fwb fic and it's full of the sappiest fucking sex i've ever written

shit i think this fic might actually end up over 10k

[kairithemang0]

it always hurts to think about the fact that Tatiana was the one who said “Owen” when he came out from behind the curtain and not Curt. Curt just stands there, shocked. He’s terrified, he freezes. The first thing he says is “how are you here”, and then “why are you here”. I swear, this poor guy. And the fact that Tatiana, who has only really heard stories of Owen, and maybe saw a few pictures if Curt kept any and decided to show her (I’d like to think he did keep a picture of Owen on him, dunno it’s cute) just knew that it was Owen. It’s just the way that Curt freezes, the way he walks back just a bit when Owen starts talking, just trying to figure out how Owen, Owen who’s been dead for 4 years, could possibly be here, and not only that, could be the deadliest man alive, the man who tortured him days prior. I’m rewatching the scene now, it’s been a minute, but the way Curt stutters at “how are you here” is so painful. He left Owen, he wanted to put Owen behind him and he wanted to move on, meanwhile he’s being confronted by Owen mere days after he finally got back on his feet. I feel like “you’re dead” is more of him trying to get himself to believe Owen is still dead now, I think in some way he’s experienced this before, some type of hallucination trying to make him believe Owen is still there. And yet here stands the real Owen, who is not only alive, but wants him dead and wants to go against everything they ever believed in. Ugh the way Owen insults him is everything to me, because in some way it is true, Curt is arrogant and impulsive, he probably did feel like the dumb one on the team at multiple points. Ughhhhh what if these were insecurities he actually told Owen? What if he was able to open up to him about the fear he’s arrogant and impulsive and was made to feel stupid by the people around him and Owen reassured him at the time he wasn’t and now he’s the one telling him? Sorry I’m overthinking this scene I just love it. And then the one time Curt gets something right HE STILL INSULTS HIM. Off topic but Curt’s “rocks?” Is so cute to me idk why it just is. Rocks? Gah I love them. Owen’s little annoyed slow turn after “huh” is everything to me IM SORRY IM LOSING MY MIND.

Ok I meant to do this months ago but here’s my overthinking of the line of “I’d be god, what kind of a world would that be?” You can’t really see exactly who he’s looking at, but I swear it’s Curt. He’s looking directly at Curt and saying that a world where he’s god would be better than this one. At least that’s how I’m reading it. honestly I doubt Curt or Owen believed in god at that point, through all they’ve been through, for all the things they’ve done, though the fact that at this time homosexuality was seen as “sexual perversion” and against the will of god. I dunno, I’m really overthinking this. I don’t know where I’m going with this tbh, frankly that’s all of my posts

the way Curt hesitates at “good thing we’re here to stop you” is interesting to me. Does he want to stop Owen? I mean yes of course he wants to stop this plan of his, but does he want to actually hurt Owen at this time? I think he’s still processing the fact Owen has been the DMA, that Owen tortured him. I think at his time he isn’t set on killing him, that maybe things could work if he somehow gets Owen back on their side and thinking clearly. I think once he kills the informant, that's when he really questions it. The informant isn't just some random person who they need to kill to get out of some warehouse, he's someone Curt knows and may not be close with but does care about. Owen didn't need to kill him, he just sort of wanted to.

I think the fact Curt at first wanted to go and destroy the compound is interesting, he knew what was going to happen by then. He knew one of them wasn't going to make it out alive and that this wasn't going to end well. I'd love to see a Tatiana staircase scene with Owen, I don't think it would be as emotional, but I think it would reveal a lot more about Curt and Owen's relationship. Tatiana, even if Curt hasn't explicitly told her he and Owen were once together (i think he did personally), it would be interesting to hear Owen's point of view on that. Actually I may write that... hmm.

Well here are some really incoherent thoughts for yall

[lightlycareless]

Hey, I really love the original story! I was wondering if you have any idea when the next chapter will be released? No rush, just curious !

Hello!!

Awww, thank you so much! You don't know how happy that makes me 😭❤️❤️❤️

I wish to post the new chapter before February :> I'm still struggling to write some of it because of some reason tbh, like, ughhhhh I thought I had everything planned out but you know what? I'll just write; let the characters take me where they want to be and if it's good, great. if not... I'm sorry :'v

And while that update seems a long way from now, I do have a small sneak peak I can offer in the mean time ❤️ it's the first part of the next chapter so beware SPOILERS

Just a little something for y'all 🙈🥺 thank you so much for your patience ❤️❤️❤️❤️ (p.s. i might still edit some things, but I don't think much will actually change tbh just lettig you know)

It should’ve been smooth sailing from here.

After putting in the work of saying the right words, being at the right place, knowing just what strings to pull, Taeko hoped she’d become closer to Naoya. Seen as more than just a staff member, perhaps something a bit more intimate even…

Which she was slowly becoming.

Just not the way she sought after!

For she could easily discern it in his eyes, in the manner he approached her, and the way he ultimately disregarded her in favor of whatever it was that required her attention—like you.

Taeko had been upgraded not to potential lover, but rather, a close friend.

And that infuriated her like you had no idea.

As well as Naoaki, who not only had to deal with his plans seemingly failing, having underestimated the factors that once made Naoya in his entirety, but also the maddening bickering of a servant he really couldn’t care less beyond what he could gain out from her.

“—and I’m always there, keeping an eye on him if he ever needs refreshments after training. See if he’s not boring himself when working on those—those papers he has mountains of! And instead of even considering me for, you know, something more than a friend, all that he does is whine and mope for Y/N! How he wishes she was oh, bit more interested in him; and if that wasn’t enough, he still has the audacity to ask for suggestions of gifts that she might like!” She cries. “It’s not my fault that she doesn’t seem to care for anyone but herself! I don’t even know what he sees in her, seriously… she’s not even that pretty or interesting—”

“I’d watch my mouth if I were you.” Naoaki coldly interjects, but the abrupt change in his demeanor passes undetected to her, taking it simply as a warning regarding her darling’s behavior, not his…

“I know, I know. The last time I said anything like that Naoya looked at me as if he wanted to kill me!”

Taeko ought to keep her mouth shut if she wishes to maintain her allies. The few she had, anyways.

“I would’ve done so too. I mean, I just one glance at the two and I get all I need.” Naoaki says, Taeko frowns. Though unsure of the nature behind his words, she still can’t help but feel offended.

“What did you mean by that?”

“Hmm, I guess this aspect is the only one you and Y/N are similar in, but outside of that…”

Naoya is supposed to be her final prize, the motivation to sway her from all temptations, and yet, Taeko experiences a kind of betrayal only she’d be selfish enough to pursue; was it not enough to have the interest of one of the masters, but did she need two?

Or was it jealousy towards you, and how you seemingly captivated their affections by doing nothing.

It’s not the kind of attention she should seek, if she only knew the precedent of your status, then maybe she would’ve long given up in this silly matchmaking dream of hers.

But she wasn’t even able to discern what laid clearly beneath Naoaki’s intentions. Did she really believe that a no one like her would earn the help of someone like him out of the goodness of his heart? Because he worries about his brother’s loneliness?

No.

He wanted something that Naoya had, Taeko was just a means to that end.

Like the many, countless pawns before her.

“What… what are we to do if nothing is working?” Taeko asks, doing her best to move past her disillusionment and back to her frustration, why she sought him out in the first place.

And while Naoaki much preferred to remain isolated from her, place himself above her petty issues, he couldn’t deny the fact he understood her feelings all too well.

But the only difference between them was that he’s not too distraught, for there is one thing he can always rely on when it comes to you, and that is—

“—she’s naive. Too innocent for her own good.”

It was only a matter of time before you misplaced your trusting heart into a stupid cause and got hurt because of it.

The perfect moment for him to attack.

He just had to be patient about it. Until then, he’d continue to pave the way for your downfall.

“Have you been keeping up with the other thing I told you?” Naoaki wonders, with her nodding immediately after, much to his amusement.

“Oh, yes, I have. It wasn’t that hard to do so since Y/N spends most of her time away from her bedroom.” She explains, taking out some envelopes from her obi and handing them over to Naoaki. “Turns out, she’s been keeping secrets.”

“Has she now?” Naoaki raises an eyebrow. Who would’ve thought that the overtly trustful Y/N was capable of keeping some things to herself? “What did you find?”

“Well, some letters that she’s been getting from a secret admirer.” She reveals, and at her words… well, Naoaki does his best to not lash out. After all, he hadn’t informed her of such acknowledgement—there was no reason for him to reveal his cards to her.

Still made him angry, almost feeling as if she’s wasted his time… but at least now he knows where the rest are: and that you’ve been getting more, just as he planned.

“Is that all? Just letters??”

“No. I also found a diary.”

“A diary?”

“Yeah, a notebook of sorts she writes into almost every night given the dates.”

Naoaki’s eyes widen, a smile threatening to part his lips at the thought of just what silly things you’ve written.

“Does anyone else know about this? Where is it right now?” Naoki persists. “Did you bring it?”

“No, of course not! I can’t risk Y/N suddenly deciding she wants to pour her heart out in the middle of the day and be exposed!” Taeko gasps, and for the first time in his life, Naoaki agrees with her. “But… I have read some of it.”

“And?”

“It’s just a bunch of gibberish, really. Mostly of how much she misses her family, my cousin; how Junko can be a bit overbearing—but Naoya is mentioned too.” She discloses “A lot, actually. But nothing I didn’t know anyways.”

“I don’t read minds.” Naoaki cautions, he’s in no mood to guess. “Tell me, what did it say?”

“That she’s confused about it. About her feelings towards him, if she had any—those were her own words.”

This last declaration was just what he needed to finally smile.

Seems that even after all that Naoya has done for you, you still held back when it came to accepting him.

Oh, his poor brother, he’d be heartbroken to know that all his attempts had been for nothing; that no matter how much he tried, fool others into thinking he’s a changed man—at the end of the day, his actions will continue to haunt him ‘till his death, a retribution shaped in the form of your constant rejection.

And that’s without knowing all the other dirty little secrets he’s kept for you, those nasty letters you wrote to yourself when you thought no one saw, or the futile communication you’ve wished to establish with your sister. Not that it ever happened, but a part of him knows that the controlling side of his brother wouldn’t like to hear his beloved wife had gone against his orders.

Against his trust.

“We can use this on Naoya, show him how little he actually means to her and finally—!"

“You do that, and I will personally make sure you regret ever considering coming to the estate.”

Taeko suspected Naoaki had a darker side to his attitude, carefully kept away from his charming persona to easily gain the other’s trust—but she could’ve never imagined it was this horrifying.

To be in the mere presence of his threatening, suffocating, force briefly has her reconsidering her alliance, if there was even a point to do his bidding; but her desire to have Naoya by her side eventually forces her to stay.

Besides, the two were already knees deep into this treacherous act, there was no turning back now after signing away her freedom with blood.

“Then what… what am I to do?”

“You’ll keep a close eye on the diary, a secret, and you will not divulge a single word of those contents to Naoya or anyone for that matter.” Naoaki explains. “Doing so will only compromise your position.”

Label her as unreliable and lose the mole of your inner circle.

“The diary and the letters will be sufficient to break their marriage, but only when the time is right.”

“Wh—what?” Taeko breathes. “You mean—not yet?”

No. Not yet.

Naoaki knows he just mocked his brother’s seemingly useless attempts in breaching the gap between the two, but the truth is, even he understood that your minimal consideration towards your dreaded husband were the first signs of acceptance.

An excruciatingly slow movement towards officially claiming him as your partner and moving past all the pain he’s inflicted on you.

You had to be truly stupid to believe he was a changed man, and yet, your longing heart tightly held onto the smallest glimpse of love it could find. Just so you wouldn’t be alone.

As if he wasn’t there, with you, in your darkest moments.

What did Naoya even have that he did not?

“Isn’t there something I can do now?” Taeko persists. “Something that can—that can stop Naoya and Y/N becoming closer??”

Keep quiet might be a good start.

“I don’t know, go ask that friend of yours.” Finding no use in this conversation anymore, Naoaki quickly dismisses her, causing Taeko’s eyes to snap wide open at his words.

“What friend—?”

“Have you ever wondered why some members of the family stare at you whenever passing by?”

“N—no…” Taeko confesses. She wasn’t even aware of it until now; but to Naoaki, it was only obvious from the moment she stepped onto the estate.

“It’s because you reek of cursed energy that’s clearly not yours.” He informs, starting to walk away. “If you’re going to be seeking the service of sorcerers, then at least be discreet, less you wished to be accused of treason.”

Taeko swallows.

“I’ll—I’ll be more discreet.” She quietly promises, but before he can completely disappear, she asks him one last question. “What are you going to do now, Naoaki?”

Change his game, adapt to what the circumstances demand.

Influencing Naoya no longer seemed to work, not as easily as it did many moons ago. And of course, he’s had his attempt at you which only proved fruitless given that silly way you offered your friendship to him, as if the two hadn’t dangerously approached what many would consider adultery.

But with a family as treacherous as the Zen’in, all that he had were options.

If destroying you from the inside proved too difficult to accomplish, then perhaps he’ll remind you of who truly oversees your misery.

What little power the heir has when compared to his family.

Naoaki will break you, destroy you and all you believed in into small little pieces—and when there isn’t any more to ruin…

He’ll pick you up and keep you all to himself.

🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕 naoaki and taeko

[ghastigiggles]

Not a commission…but what about some headcanons on how Sebastian would react when he reunites with his s/o in the Blacksight after realizing they aren’t a hallucination. No tickles, sadly. (Unless you wanna add some :333)

Ughhhhh I'm so bad with headcanons here we go

( note; for the sake of this I'm saying it's polyschule (specifically sebaudie) bc i dont subscribe to married blacksite sebastian, nothing against zerum at all - its just not my vibe, and we write coping au on this blog baby, everythings a little to the left anyway! )

It's not often that Sebastian and Audie spend an extended period of time apart after meeting (much to his chagrin, or so he says) - but even on short periods, it's easy to imagine their presence.

Their smell is baked into his clothing and parts of his shop where they usually sit. Sometimes he swears he hears them chattering at a distance.

Only on really bad days and extended absences does he actually visually hallucinate them. It's always so brief, they're like a ghost.

It's a tease and a torment that actually gets him worrying the longer it stretches. If that's not the real Audie, where are they? What's the holdup? Did an Angler do them in? Pandemonium? P.AI.nter always holds his fire for them and Cephei, of course, that's one less thing to worry about - but the place is a damn deathtrap by design.

Unlike him and a select few Expendables, Audie is not amortal.

And if it's not the Blacksite, maybe it's their captors up topside. They return regularly to report back and dose up again - perks of being an ally's asset and not an expendable resource. Audie'd already been twisted and morphed beyond their previous life by Urbanshade's hands, what if they came up with some other torture?

What if they were using Audie to get to him? This is what he gets for letting someone get close. More the fool he.

Mangled spectres of his flame taunt him in the shadows after those thoughts flit through his mind. He tries not to give them more than a second of his time.

The one time it's actually them, hale and whole and chipper as always, he's all over them in a way that's borderline embarrassing.

"What the hell took you so long? Got stuck in a tunnel, or something?" He says, feigning coolness while checking them over, wondering what the fuck Urbanshade (or, more likely, the Ministry) might've done to them while they were gone.

"Why? Didja miss me or something?" Audie teases, completely unbothered and always one to take the piss.

"Get real."

He's glad they are, this time.

[inotcat04]

Hi!Sorry for not posting in awhile,life and procrastination happened and I was really busy but I have finished Part 7!Also exams are coming up (I am actually screwed) so might not be able to post as much.Sorry about that.Anyways,This as usual is inspired by Among the stars by @smol-vehvi !Please read it,if I have mentioned a story for this long you know you need to read it!Anyways,enjoy!(Thanks for actually reading this!I am still not done with my homework.Procrastination!)

When they came back,Jess was rightfully mad but glad that both of them were safe now.Mabel,of course,wasn’t allowed to go out to other dimensions after that incident but after a lot of begging from both her and Katee,Jess finally allowed Mabel go out to other dimensions but with a twist.

“Seriously,first I have to wear this chocker and now brain surgery!?Come on!”Mabel groaned when she heard Jess’s condition.”Yes,it is important!It is to keep bill out of your mind.If he has control,it will end in a disaster and since you are not here where bill cannot enter,it would easier for him to enter your mind.But I do have a new machine that can also do the same thing as brain surgery but I haven’t tested it yet on anyone or anything so anything could happen.Not death but anything really.”Jess explained.”Ummmm,So for the brain surgery.Do we have to shave off my hair?”Mabel asked hesitantly as she ran her fingers through her very short hair that got cut off during a fight with bill a few weeks ago.Mabel was very hesitant about cutting her hair,either than her sweater,her famous ‘pines hair curls’ was the only things left.She didn’t want to part with it but if she didn’t then she wouldn’t get to leave and she also didn’t want that.

“Of course but if you don’t want to do this,you can stay here with me or do the other opinion.”Jess reassured and put a hand on Mabel’s shoulder but Mabel pushed off Jess’s hand and stormed to her room.”Mabel!”Jess began but didn’t continue as Mabel closed her room door.Jess was just about to go and follow her but stopped,she believed that Mabel could handle it by herself.Mabel was 14 and Jess believed she could do it.

“Ughhhhh!”Mabel groaned and flopped onto her bed.She really didn’t want to shave her head but she didn’t want bill to enter her mind.There was that other option but it sounded very risky.She could also just don’t go but Mabel didn’t want to stay in dimension 52 forever.Mabel wanted to help with the mission and just siting with Jess on a coffee table didn’t cut it.Also there could be a possibility that the portal couldn’t come here and she would be stranded her forever and.Mabel shook her head at that thought.She was going home.

As she thought,her eye lids grew heavier and heavier and she fell asleep on her bed.

‘Oh,I am back here.Where the axolotl?’Mabel thought as she continued to look around the place and thought of a pink bean bag to sit on.Mabel had been in her mindscape few times after learning magic and most of time,the axolotl would come too and talk to her.She quite enjoyed those talks,they were always so peaceful and calming unlike her life which,most of the time,was a rollercoaster of emotions.

Mabel closed her eyes and enjoyed the peacefulness until,under her eyelids,saw a pink glowing blob coming closer to her but not in her direction.Mabel opened her eyes and saw the axolotl.”Hi!”Mabel exclaimed and started waving to it hoping it would catch its attention.

The axolotl was looking around for shooting star.Well,Mabel.The axolotl learnt early on that she didn’t like being called that even though being one of the solutions to kill bill cipher should be something proud of.It suddenly saw Mabel waving her hand excitedly and gesturing for it to come.The axolotl smile sincerely but sadly and swam over to her.The axolotl felt that something was plaguing Mabel and she was trying to distract herself from the problem.Mabel always did this and nobody would notice expect for it.It was one of her copying mechanism that helped her but the axolotl knew it was bad to keep things bottled up and had to tell her that.

The axolotl also thought of a chair and a small table.It sat down in front of Mabel who had an excited expression as usual but there was sadness behind it.”Hiiii,what have you been up to?”Mabel asked excitedly to the axolotl.”Mabel.Are you alright?”The axolotl asked with a questioning look on its face.”Hehe,What do you mean?”Mabel questioned,trying but failing to keep a smile on her face.”I am totally fine!Everything is peachy!”Mabel continued as she voice broke bit by bit.”Mabel?”Axolotl asked again and sipped his tea that suddenly appeared on the table.It put his cup down and another teacup,tea pot and sugar appeared out of thin air.The axolotl started putting tea and a lot of sugar inside the tea cup and pushed it towards Mabel with a concern look on it’s face.

Mabel sighed deeply as the axolotl did all that and sank down into her chair more before getting up to get tea.Mabel managed to pull a soft grin on her face as she thought about life.”How did you know?”Mabel asked as she took her cup of tea from the table.”It is a secret!”The axolotl exclaimed playfully.Honestly,it was one of it’s powers that it could see into people feeling but Mabel didn’t really need to know that and saying that it was a secret makes it even more fun for Mabel and cheer her up.Mabel chuckled and leaned back more onto her bean bag.”Do you want to tell me what is wrong?”The axolotl asked while looking at Mabel.Mabel had a hard tine trusting things or people after all the bill scares and the voices so all those other times she didn’t talk about them but this time felt different.

“Alright.”Mabel responded and tears welled up in her eyes as she remembered she had to tell the story again to the axolotl about what happen when she left a few weeks ago with Katee.Mabel bowed her head so that she would look to the floor and it couldn’t see her cry.”Oh!”The axolotl gasped but immediately apologised.”Sorry,I am just surprised.You can start,I will listen but are you sure you want to do this?I can see that you look very shaken up when you said your answer.”The axolotl explained but asked at the end.”Yes.I think it is time.”Mabel responded as she closed her eyes.Her tears falling down from her eyes and down to the floor.She felt her eyes sting,this wasn’t new to her.Nowadays,when she cried,her eyes would sting,burn and at the ends of her eyes.There was a little shadow.Mabel didn’t know what caused the sting but she suspected it was that.She would most likely deal with that when she went back to earth since she searched it up online here and got no results so for now she would just have to deal with it.

Mabel took a deep breath and began.As Mabel described to fight,her breaths hitch and falls and tears fall down her cheeks in rivulets.Mabel was still very sad and scared after this experience because it had only happen a few weeks ago and the rest of her time was spended sleeping or begging Jess to let her go outside dimension 52 so she didn’t really have time to process everything that had happen.Usually,when this would happen,Mabel would just bottle it up and since Mabel’s bottle is small and her problems are so big.After awhile,her bottle will blow and all of it’s insides will come spilling out and this was what was happening right now.When these happen,she would lash out onto Jess

which then after she had calmed down,would come up to her and say sorry.Mabel would come talk to Jess about her problems but she had done so much for her,give her a home,give her food but most importantly,encouragement.Mabel didn’t want to be a dead weight but she was.A Burden.

Once she was done,Mabel looked up and saw the Axolotl’s face.,which looked very sad and worried.”I am so sorry!I know it is stupid!”Mabel apologised and started wiping her tears stained cheeks and her red nose.”No Mabel,I am sorry.I shouldn’t have asked,I should have just kept quiet.”The axolotl apologised and put its fin on Mabel’s shoulder.Mabel finched at the sudden contact but relaxed.”No,it’s okay!It honestly felt good!I don’t talk about these things much with Jess since,I don’t want to talk.”Mabel muttered and looked back to the floor,tears welling up again in her eyes,Mabel really didn’t want to say it.They fell into silence that as occasionally broken by Mabel’s sniffing.Suddenly,like a puzzle piece,it clicked into placed for the axolotl.”Like a burden?”the axolotl questioned hesitantly and Mabel nodded,tears that welled up in her eyes came falling down her cheeks.The axolotl’s mouth hung agape after that.

“Why would Mabel feel that?”The axolotl thought.The axolotl felt immensely bad for Mabel.She had to deal with all of this at such a young age,she should be going to school with her twin and being with her family but no.She was here,stuck.

The axolotl would have done anything to see happiness on her face this very moment but couldn’t.It couldn’t do anything expect.An idea popped into its mind but it would deal with that later.all it could do was comfort her.

Mabel felt a presence behind her and immediately looked behind and saw.”Jess?I thought I told you not to come into my mind anymore?”Mabel asked Jess who was behind her and looked like she had heard everything.Oh no.Mabel thought.Jess immediately ran over and hugged Mabel once she saw her face”Mabel!You are not a burden!You are anything but that!”Jess cried as she hugged Mabel tightly.Mabel was stunned for a second but wrapped her arms around Jess and cried.Mabel weeped like never before that time.

The axolotl job here was done,it had other things to plan.The axolotl sensed that they would never be torn apart so it wrote Mabel a little note and decided to wake up Mabel.

Mabel was squeezing her eyes shut as tear flowed freely down but her mindscape started to flicked,she was waking up after a hectic time.

Mabel woke up in her bed with Jess,got ready and read the note the axolotl left her.Her mouth perked up to a smile at the words.’Dear Mabel,don’t hide your emotions anymore.You have support system,use it.See you soon.Love,one of them.’the note read.

Jess and Mabel sat down at the dinning table and talk about which one did Mabel want to do.They both settled on the new experiment and if that doesn’t work,then they would have another conversation about that when the time comes.

Jess left Mabel at the table to get ready but as Mabel was trying to eat her pancakes,of course the possibility of something happening to her lurked behind her and she couldn’t focus on eating her breakfast.All the possibilities are spinning in her head and she couldn’t stop thinking about anything else until.Mabel saw Jess coming from a distance and Mabel immediately put on a smile by default but then remembered the note.

‘You have a support system,use it.’Rang in Mabel’s head as Jess walked up to her.”Mabel?Are you alright?You haven’t eaten any of your pancakes.”Jess asked and looked back and forth between her and the pancakes.Silence.”Will I be ok?”Mabel whispered so softly Jess could barely hear it.Jess stood there after hearing what Mabel whispered for a few seconds,processing but crouched down to Mabel’s level.”Yes,because I am here.”Jess whispered back while smiling warmly,she was lying.Jess didn’t know if Mabel would be alright but she would like to see Mabel smile even if whatever she was telling her that made her smile was a lie.Mabel smiled back and hugged Jess tight.Jess didn’t know this but Mabel knew she was lying.Mabel can read people but people can’t read her.That was her superpower in her words.They stayed like that for a while basking in each other’s warmth and company.It felt nice,Mabel never wanted it to end,ever.

Thank you reading my work!I really appreciate it and hoped you enjoyed this!Please leave a like,reblog and or a comment to support me and if you didn’t like it you can also leave a comment for me and tell me what to improve on.Also sorry it took so long,I would have posted it yesterday but I fell asleep while reading it.So here I am early in the morning writing and posting this finished for you guys!Well,see you next time!BYEBYE!🩷

Part 1

[king-of-a-kingless-world]

BRO THIS POOR DOKEBI HES JUST TRYNA DO HIS JOB HES BEING NICE TO THE INCARNATIONS AND HES TRYING HIS BEST I UGHHHHH 😭😭😭 this poor sweet thing, if i was u id run away from dokja hes gonna bully you.

panel 354 of dokja looking pretty 😌

something about this just feels disrespectful to sangah. like yea she pretty but...thats kinda fucked up persephone. if some fabled being put on my face and did ...that... id not be happy. at all.

BROOOOO WHAT DOES IT MEEAAAANNNNNN

NONONONO FUCK OFF NASTY HORRIBLE WOMAN LEAVE NO ONE LIKES YOU(thats a lie i like you just pls stop)

NEVER. try to tell me kdj isnt gay. ☝️

he legit shuts down a baddie to just say he wants her husband like bro 🙄

hey, uh, what the fuck does this mean? latter days, gigatitanomicha or whatever its called, the outer gods, BRO JUST TELL ME WHATS GOING ON THIS AINT EVEN FORESHADOWING YOUR GIVING ME NAMES AND ARC TITLES BUT NOT INFO ON WHAT IT MEANS MATE WHAT THE HELL

YOOSUNG MY POOR BABY WHAT DID THEY DO TO YOU

see dokja keeps trying to say he doesnt care and he just doing things to get the ending he wants but thats a LIE HE FUCKING CARES MATE J DARE YOU TO TELL ME HE DONT

brroooOOOOOOOOOOOOO I FUCKIN CANT LEGIT SOBBING RIGHT NOW OK THANKS FOR THAT GOD DAMN

istg if he fails to save her im killing.

mate....its the apocalypse.

"i dont know if youve heard" mate she's literally his mom.

hes legit looking at the woman who ruined his life i think he knows

she gave him childhood trauma I THINK HE FUCKING KNOWS MATE

THE CHAIRS HAHAHA

the polotician getting the regal like chair, the actress getting the fancy cushiony chair, the other two getting basic wooden chairs, kdj mom getting a metal folding chair and DOKJA WITH THE CRAPPY PLASTIC CHAIR AHHAHAHAHAH I CANT BOOOOYYYYY

bro the majority does not want to do things your way. boom democracy. ur done. shut it. no one likes you.

knowing why hes angry, that face looks like hes so jealous. like hes looking at kdj like he betrayed him. gay. u gay.

dokja having a panic attack bc his bf isnt picking him for the 6th scenario.

but the thing about yjh is he wasnt going to bc he didnt know kdj from past regressions, no matter how much he wants to be close to kdj hes going to push him away bc he doesnt have the safety net of past knowledge. he doesnt know whats going on so he stays away. he may not act like it and he may not even know it but it highly likely hes almost scared. (not rn ofc but when it comes to kdj and his relationship with kdj)

GILYOUNG PROTECTING YOOSUNG AWWWW

[walkingstackofbooks]

DS9 4x17 Rules of Engagement thoughts (I’m re-watching, so beware spoilers for future episodes!) [9 July ‘23]

Worf having nightmares makes his possible quip in Rejoined that Klingons dream about "things that would send cold chills down your spine and wake you in the middle of the night" less funny. That's a traumatic experience thing, Worf, not a Klingon thing.

I didn't think Klingons cared about civilians overly much. (edit: my memory was of Odo telling Bashir in Way of the Warrior "Don't count on that blue uniform to protect you. In the heat of battle, Klingons aren't very choosy about their targets." Which isn't exactly civilian-specific but also close enough that this outrage feels very manufactured. Plus they attacked DS9 not knowing about the number of civilians on the station.)

Sisko has the shortest skant, no?

The Klingon lawyer just outright stating the Klingons' ulterior motives in the case: "When Worf is extradited, the Federation will be forced to admit that one of its officers committed a massacre. That will put you on the defensive throughout the quadrant. And while you're busy trying to repair a badly damaged reputation, we'll find ourselves with certain opportunities."

"We can't put a man's heart on trial!" Sisko's outrage.

Ohhh I've just remembered how much second hand embarrassment there is in this episode...

"May I enter this file into evidence? Or do you have something to hide?" Ughhhhh, that's such a twisted way to do it

The way Quark's is filmed XD

"You have told me one thing - you're worried." Sisko's A++ analysis... but knowing what comes next I don't know if that was a set-up to make Sisko more confident.

Ughhhh, I'm cringing already as the attorney makes Worf feel unKlingon

Why is the Vulcan judge not stopping the Advocate more forcefully?

Sisko's exasperated eyeroll when Worf takes the Advocate down...

"Constable?" "Good news." Finally

"Care to step onto my battlefield?" Oh, it's gonna get good now Sisko's leading it.

"Miraculously, everyone survived!" I live for the way Sisko presents

"Tell me, Advocate, isn't it possible?" As always, Sisko is electric

"I should not have accepted the mission." "I'm glad you realise that. That was your first mistake. What was your second?" Take him down, Sisko

"But I do not feel like celebrating." "Part of being a captain is knowing when to smile, make the troops happy even when it's the last thing in the world you want to do. Because they're your troops and you have to take care of them." "Life is a great deal more complicated in this red uniform."

I don't have a great deal to add to this one. Sisko is incredible. Worf is at his worst. 🤷‍♀️ I really like the way the interviews and flashback were done, though.

[petrichoraline]

bl ask meme:

🎥 fav trope

👀 love triangles

🙄 overhyped

what a delight seeing you in my inbox aaa 🥰🥰

🎥 fave trope

sucker for forced proximity honestly. also found family is great as a main part of the plot or just sprinkled in.

👀 what do you think about love triangles?

ohhh boy hate is a strong word but let's say that if I am on the fence bout a show and see that as one of the tags I am closing that tab and not looking back.

i was literally thinking about this yet again a few days ago like "do I actually hate that trope? I feel like I'm missing something, if it's done well maybe it could be good cause I don't like sad endings but they CAN be good so it should go for love triangles too, right?"

but my gosh I dislike them. I can only tolerate them when the main lead clearly has no interest and shows it and/or the pining one knows when to back down. bonus points if they become friends with the couple, thats super wholesome. it might all stem from the fact I don't like big conflict or that I hate seeing characters hurt from unrequited love or (ughhhhh) going out of their way to be annoying. like we could spend that screen time to develop the main relationship or tie some loose ends. no need to see two characters who like each other but don't act on it and then someone else swoops in to become the main lead, no wish to experience someone obsessing over their childhood friend who doesn't know how to establish boundaries, no desire for looking at two guys measuring dicks and being unnecessarily territorial (esp nasty when one of them is civil and the main guy is being a jerk) (this annoyed me in lbfad too and that's arguably one of the best done love triangles)

that being said, I'm sure it's a good trope, I have some beloved character trios who had to go through that arc. for example I did not enjoy it in Light on Me (I knowwww I know I'm the only one) but I didn't hate it in Hometown Cha Cha Cha (sml was a cutie)

🙄 overhyped

oof that's interesting.. rwrb? i suppose it's more fun for fans of the book but i enjoyed it, thought bout Henry for a week and moved on, idk. it was very fun but also made me eyeroll a few times and near the end I was hoping for smth unpredictable to happen

I am thinking of shows I see way too much of on the dash but I realise there are very good reasons for them to be well liked. and it's actually not that they are overhyped - other shows aren't paid the same attention so it looks like these are being paid too much. it's just that we don't hype others as much, that's all. I cant say that shows I don't like as much as others do are overhyped when I can recognise there are objectively good parts of them so I won't list those (although I've got quite a few apparently pft)

ask game here!

[chickensarentcheap]

Does anyone have the same pet peeve I do when it comes to writing/reading? And that’s the repetition of a word or a variant of the word so close together? It totally ruins the flow of a fic and is usually the first thing that makes me stop reading something.  Like once or twice I can handle it, but when it’s being done continuously? Ughhhhh. 

[tutuandscoot]

Ok because I’m still emotionally distraught from watching their hometown WOF speeches back to back the other day I’m just gonna say something..

Not that I or anyone who wasn’t there (or wasn’t them) would know but I have a feeling, since Scott’s ceremony was first that day, he maybe asked Tessa to stand up there with him after the plaque reveal while he gave his speech, since he says (off script) that it’s horrible they have to do this apart from each other. So at least having her up there with him he could feel that reassurance there and of course she wouldn’t have questioned it. Not that they couldn’t reassure each other from the crowd- but they wanted to be next to each other when they did it.

So I guess later that day for her ceremony, without even discussing it he would stand with her. You know because their ceremonies were separate.. because they come from (close but) different communities, but its each of their own ceremonies, while both their names are on each plaque. But just given it’s them I think whoever went first would’ve asked the other to stand there. It’s a small thing but that’s so sweet that they don’t feel comfortable being alone when being at least somewhat individually honoured.

Then I just need to say how.. gut punching it is, when Scott looks to her and says ‘can you believe that was our career and we got to share that together’ and she looks away and is dangerously close to crying…

like Tessa is the queen of eye contact and composure.. she’s quiet in her expressions so with even the smallest thing.. that brief look away because she can’t look at him without getting emotional about everything they shared.. like… that says so much and this isn’t shocking but once you kinda know them in the sense of how they are and express themselves that is so telling from her.

Then of course she actually does go on to wipe tears away and once he’s done she just can’t wait to hug him and when they do hug and he squeezed his eyes shut and also it’s one of his Tessa hugs- like if you’re as unabashedly obsessed as me and you’ve watched enough hugs you know that he has.. kinda a few different hugs but a very special one or two Tessa hugs just for her.. and it’s one of those where he pulls her super close and so gently to fit their bodies together even briefly coz they have grown up essentially attached to each other it’s as if they have grown into and around each other so they fit perfectly…. ughhhhh it’s just so emotional when you know and understand just how much they love each other.. they aren’t use to having to get up in public and talk about how wonderful the other is- they showed that and would’ve told each other that to their face every single day.. but then reflecting on it and not being able to just straight away hug each other and express however/ exactly how they wanted to they had to stay composed and internalise it.. not to mention this time in their lives with so many changes and a scary but exciting future.. I think during T’s ceremony how she says ‘we can do this on our own time.. coz it would take so long… but like I think she probably really couldn’t do it because if she got that wobbly over her family imagine with him (not to say it’s more than her family but you know..)

Ugh I’m sorry I’m in my feels again I just had to let that out.. don’t get me any further started on crying T at her ceremony I was this 👌 close to jumping off a cliff.

[wh0lemilk0vich]

ok so there was an ask before where you mentioned chubby Aegon in a corset and it drove me absolutely nuts

So now I bring you a thought of Aemond bringing Aegon into his quarters and basically stuffing him until he breaks the corset, kind of an angry jealous dom dynamic

Like Jesus Christ, look at this supposed prince wearing a corset that he will probably end up eating his way out of fitting into. Might as well shortcut that process

And mind everything that as a historical fashion obsessor and a tailor, corsets are not easy to break- a well made corset has thick laces in the back that are made not to snap from tension, and because of the boning and layered fabric they are not likely to rip- but it can be done, and Aemond is fucking determined to do it

for some reason I see two outcomes to this

Someway or another, Aemond ends up snapping Aegon out of his corset, as his belly finally spills out and Aemond continues to bully him about how he's even broken the stays meant to keep his belly hidden

The corset does not break, and Aegon remains a moaning, whining mess, as his full belly is crushed by the restrictive garment. Aemond refuses to let up, however, despite Aegon's protests - he would be begging Aemond to unlace if and release the pressure

god Aemond would be like the meanest dom ever

anyway I hope you enjoy the one horny thought I get per week lmfao

-🍄

Hello Shroomie! I don't know if you saw this post I did

https://at.tumblr.com/wh0lemilk0vich/ooh-ooh-more-of-plumping-up-king-egg/uwcpqy9jy9fa

But yesssss I very much loooooove that image. I'm absolutely I'm obsessed with him looking hungover and pouty and just so squirmy and uncomfortable in tight clothes and trying to hide it with a corset and cloak.

So like maybe it's a boring day of listening to petitions and Aemond can tell Aegon isn't giving a single solitary fuck about what his duty and it's that sort of thing that always flips Aemond's switch.

So once Aeg tells everyone to fuck off and that he's done listening to their groveling, Aemond drags him by the scruff of his collar back to his/their/Aegon's chambers then tears open his shirt, revealing a straining corset with his tits being pushed up and together looking like an overfed whore. He mentions that he thought he could hear something groaning in the throne room, referring to the seams of the corset.

Herolls his eyes, and goes off about how pitiful of an excuse for a royal Aegon is, doesn't deserve it, the only thing he's good for is stuffing and fucking. So he shoves aegon onto the bed, after grabbing a tray of honey cakes. He grabs his brother by the back of the head and forces them into Aegon's mouth, even with his fingers. He holds Aegon's jaw closed even at times to get him to swallow thickly and keep filling his fat gut, causing the cramped stays to creak.

After what feels like hours of feeding like that, full of whimpers and halfhearted resistance, something finally gives. He finally bursts the stays with a relieved and delirious moan, his blubber like over proofed dough spilling out through the split at the bottom front.

Aemond thinks 'finally' and finishes tearing it up the front, for Aegon's fat, pretty, bouncy, little tits to settle above his belly, before grabbing one roughly, feeling its weight, and tweaking his nipple.

And he'd say something like "It's about time we rid you of this deceptive garment, so the whole of the kingdoms can see what spoiled greedy little pig you are. A fat, drunken, bestial little whore happy to bounce on a real man's cock. Now after all of those cakes you must be thirsty."

And he grabs a pitcher of whine and pours it down Aegon's throat, not caring how he sputters and whines, until he goes dozey and supple in Aemond's arms. And he feels so plump and warm and buxom. And his hips splay like a woman's, and his belly hangs low and soft, and his appearance and manner is so feminine and yet it's his brother and it makes it want him so much more despite himself.

Ughhhhh please will this work for you Shroomie 🍄!?!? 😩😩