#don’t ask about that picture either i literally was just trying to avoid writing so i made a piece of shit collage

[thebeesatemyknees]

141 with a gf who has been cheated on in the past and it kind of destroyed her confidence?? Like just how they would prove themselves as true and how they would go about a relationship with her. Love your writing, friend!!!! <3

141 with a (fem)partner who's been cheated on in the past

Some headcanons about things that Simon Ghost Riley, John Price, Kyle Gaz Garrick and Johnny Soap MacTavish do to reassure you after learning that your previous partner/s cheated on you.

Word count: 1k || No warnings. || Reader: FEM reader. Pronouns "you", but feminine terms used ("missus, girl, lady") [I could make a gender neutral version too if anyone would want it!]

Simon Riley, who, half joking half serious, reminds you that he’s a difficult bastard to get close to. So you don’t have to worry. I mean, look how much time it took you to make him open up and let you become part of his life. He has a hard time openly admitting how he feels about you and how he only has place for you in his heart and mind. So instead, he jokes that you’re the only person on this planet, crazy enough to approach him. Though sometimes, when you have late night conversations, he admits in a hushed voice, that as much as he enjoyed the solitary life, leaving it behind for a lifetime with you was the best decision he's ever made.

Although he prefers to avoid crowded places, he starts taking you to pubs more often to prove that he’s right about being unapproachable. It also gives you a reason to dress up all pretty, so he can shamelessly compliment you and tease you about wanting to show you off.

If someone is silly enough to walk up to you two and try chatting him up, he immediately cuts it short, not even trying to be polite – “No, we’re alright. We’re busy.” And if they’re persistent, he uses his “Lieutenant Ghost” voice on them – “You’re interrupting my date. With my girl.” He keeps his hand on you for the rest of the night.

He asks you if he should get your name tattooed on his arm and you can’t tell if he’s joking or not. But he is dead serious. Have you seen his tattoos? Not to be judgemental, but… He wouldn’t mind tattooing your name on himself once he thinks you’re the one.

John Price, who relies on communication. He asks you to talk to him whenever something feels wrong – whether it’s caused by your thoughts or something he’s done. But he doesn’t just wait for you to bring the issue up either. He’s a true leader and he’s very observant. Sometimes he notices the heavy thoughts starting to cloud your mind before you can even cotton on. He’s also really good at reading between the lines. If you ever do that self-sabotaging thing, where you ask his opinion about other women on the street or on the internet, he immediately gives you a stern look and, without even looking at the lass you’re pointing at, gives you a lengthy pep talk. Why would he even need to form an opinion about another woman’s appearance, when he only cares about you? 

He’s got the patience of a saint when it comes to you. He’s told you what he feels towards you and how you are the only one for him many times already. And he would repeat himself, over and over again. Until he loses his voice.

If he got approached by someone and offered a drink, while you’re hanging out in a pub, he would point towards you and say “I’m alright, but you can buy my lady a drink if you insist,” with a cocky smile on his face.

Kyle Garrick, who attacks you with “I love you”-s and compliments whenever you start doubting yourself. Literally. Won’t let you finish your self-derogatory comments, even if they’re well hidden in what you’re saying. Starts yelling ILYs from afar. Then once he gets closer, he grabs you and holds you close, repeating it against your ear until you laugh from the sensation. But he doesn’t ignore your worries. He often sits you down so that the two of you can have a conversation about your feelings, your boundaries, behaviours and things he can do to assure you of his loyalty.

He has pictures of you everywhere and he’s proud to show you off. There are polaroids of you alone and both of you together in his wallet, in his car’s sun visor, in the pocket of his uniform. You’re his phone’s wallpaper. He posts pictures of you on social media. Obviously, he does all that while making sure it won’t affect your safety. And as for him bragging about you, you probably learnt about that from Price. What you don’t know though, is that he went out of his way to introduce you to his captain in hopes of Price telling you how often he talks about you. And only you.

If someone tried to chat him up while he’s with you, he would give them the nastiest, most offended glare possible. He looks at them, at you, at them, at you… He throws a simple “Uhh, no thank you,” while he grabs your hand and pulls it to his chest, using it to ground himself. Before the person can even turn away, he’s looking at you with a “can you believe this shit” stare. He gets upset for the both of you.

Johnny MacTavish, who’s physically glued to you.While off duty, he doesn't give you much space for doubts or anxieties cuz he follows you everywhere. You’re going to run some errands? He’s coming with you. He’s going to run some errands? Can you please come with him…? One time, when you went to the toilet in the middle of the night, you found him sitting half-awake on the floor next to the bathroom door. Later, he can’t even explain why he did it. He wasn’t even fully conscious. It was pure instinct – you go, he follows.

He takes you to buy matching rings. You can take your relationship at your own pace, but others don’t have to know it. He’s more than happy to pretend to be already married to you. Especially when he’s deployed away from home. And when he comes back, he proudly shows you a tan line on his ring finger, proving he’s been wearing it the whole time.

If someone approaches him and offers him a drink, he scoffs and tells them that HIS MISSUS can buy him his drinks just fine, thank you very much. If you’re there with him, he turns to you and, before the person can walk away, he starts playfully flirting with you, saying you can take him home if you buy him a drink. If you’re for some reason not there, he immediately calls you (or at least texts you if he’s with the lads) and proudly tells you about how clever his response was.

I hope that some loose headcanons like these are alright.

Also, if this happened to you – I'm really sorry and I wish you all the best! And if anyone needs to hear it: remember, the fault is never in the person who got cheated on but the one who cheats. Screw them. You deserve to be treated kindly.

[junicult]

Could you write about what it’s like when the bachelors and the farmer decide to try for a baby? Either the conversation they have about it or when they actually TRY 😉. Or both… No pressure tho! I love your work!

!! trying for a baby with the bachelors.

contains ; fem!farmer. nsfw! fluffff <33. talk of children / pregnancy. mostly talk, not much smut. some smut in harvey’s, sam’s, & alex’s. farmer wears a dress. breeding kink. not proofread! i’ll add more tags later & i apologize this is a bit rushed :,

harvey.

- alright so i basically talked all abt this on my last post,

- but i’ll happily elaborate further.

- first of all, this man dreams of being a father.

- he’s always wanted to be one, and may i just say he’d be the best father?? hello???

- if u don’t agree ur lying.

- so i wanna say the topic of children was first brought up when you were only dating.

- “would you ever want to have kids one day?” you ask, and it wasn’t so blunt that he was blindsided, but he was still a little taken aback by the question.

- standing next to you in his kitchen, mixing breakfast on the stove while you sat on the counter.

- he only looks at you for a sec, because ever the overthinker he is, he’s afraid he’ll say the wrong thing.

- “yes, i do. one day.” he feels the need to specify, before looking back down at the pan to avoid eye contact.

- he doesn’t see your smile, or the way you softly chuckle at his action.

- “me too. one day.”

- and now he feels beyond excited. so excited that he starts to grin without even realizing it.

- i feel like that’s as far as the conversation went for now, you changing the topic to breakfast and starting to get plates together while he displayed it all.

- but ofc the thought would always stay in the back of his mind.

- bc now, when you’re married and it’s actually clear that you would want him to be the father of your child, it’s easier to have the conversation without feeling worried abt rejection. for him, at least.

- i feel like it happens one night after work, and you’re both a little exhausted and just want to be together.

- ur all clean and full after showering and eating together, just spending time w one another before u finally finish up ur tiring day in bed.

- “do you want to try for a baby?” you ask.

- my fav part abt all of this is that u always ask at the most unexpected times.

- but he’s not as shocked this time around, cus he was literally thinking the same thing.

- “do you want to?” lmfao.

- “i do. i think we’re ready.”

- say no more, cus he’s absolutely ready.

- i mean, he’s literally been ready for the last like 15 years of his life so…yeah.

- i mentioned this my last post, but i’m gonna say it again. to really get the message across.

- ur married to a doctor. ur abt to try for a baby with a DOCTOR.

- ur not just gonna fuck until you make a baby. unfortunately 😞

- he’s gonna help you figure out ur ovulation schedule. and if you aren’t for a while, obviously you’re not just gonna stop having sex, but you’re not going to be actively trying as hard until you’re ovulating.

- and when u finally aarreee 😊😊😊

- tehehehe.

- imagine he comes home from spending like the entire day in the clinic, and he’s so tired and all he wants to do is be with you.

- like he’s literally spent the last three or so hours thinking about burying his face in the crook of your neck and just holding you.

- so picture his excitement when you finished up your work super quick, made dinner, and you tell him ur ovulating liikkeeeee.

- suddenly he’s forgotten all about his annoying day.

- his arms wrap around your waist, lifting you ever so slightly to meet his height while your lips are already molded together.

- try to tell me he wouldn’t lift u bridal style to take u to the bedroom. just try.

- hands softly running up and down your body underneath your layers of clothes, kisses trailing down to your neck and collar while he piece by piece helps you out of them.

- “love these lips, these cheeks, these ears,” he whispers all the while emphasizing each feature with a kiss.

- he’s so handsy, and he won’t let you hear the end of his praise.

- prep prep prep prep prepppppps you.

- he’s so grateful to be able to have you like this, ofc he’s going to make the most of it.

- plus, statistically, a female orgasm increases the chances of pregnancy.

- it wouldn’t hurt to up the chances by giving you a few, now would it?

sam.

- for sam, being a father wasn’t really something he spent so much time dwelling on.

- like, it’d just be a passing thought in his mind before he fell asleep,

- occasionally wondering what it’d be like to have a wife and kids, but not something he’d want to act on for at least a few years.

- he never found himself thinking about that kind of stuff, until he met you.

- and sure, you were both young, but the more he spent time with you, the longer he fell in love with you, the thought would continue to pop up way more often.

- he started to really think about it after seeing you interact with vincent.

- how his little brother would come running into your arms the minute you knocked on the door, excitedly latching onto you as his way of saying hello.

- “hey kiddo, how’s it been?” as if you didn’t see him literally yesterday.

- but that doesn’t matter, bc the way you ruffle his hair, entertaining his all-over-the-place conversation without even a hint of annoyance—makes sam feel all sputtery inside.

- it’s like vincent would be your main priority until he finished up telling you whatever it was he wanted you to know, and then you’d turn and greet your boyfriend with a small kiss on the cheek.

- like sam was secondary to the rest of his family, bc not to mention, you were also a sweetheart to jodi.

- vincent absolutely adored you. he’d always bother sam about you, asking when you’d come over or if he could tag along on your dates.

- i feel like his breaking point (if u will) was when he came home from work one day to see all three of you in his kitchen.

- his mom was teaching you how to make some special dish, and you had vincent propped on your back so he could watch.

- “sorry! i forgot you were working today but jodi just told me to wait here, and we kinda lost track of time.” you justify, face pinching in worry at his silence.

- that’s the exact moment it all clicked for him.

- he stayed dreadfully quiet while jodi finished up teaching you, and each moment you were growing increasingly worried.

- it wasn’t until you finally had alone time, and you immediately started gushing apologies when you stepped into his room.

- “i’m so sorry, sam, i didn’t mean to make it awkward for you, but your mom wanted to show me something and i was excited to learn and i dunno, i just forgot about—“

- “i wanna get married to you.”

- gn.

- you just blink back in awe, unsure of how to respond bc WHAT a bomb to drop rn.

- “…you do?”

- “so bad. i love you so much, i really want to be your husband.”

- so of course you ask him, “where is this coming from? i thought you were mad at me?”

- he just cups his hands on your cheeks, shaking his head. “are you kidding? how could i ever be mad at you spending time with my family?”

- and when he realizes you didn’t say anything, he goes all quiet and he’s like, “…do you wanna marry me?”

- duh.

- and so the topic of kids doesn’t follow long after, when you both mutually agree you want them, but at least not for a while.

- neither of u act on it until like a year after u get married.

- “vincent was asking about you. says he misses you and wants us to come over for dinner soon.” sam says, recapping his day while you wash your body beside him.

- btw, i like to think he waits until whenever u need to shower to shower with u.

- why? idk.

- anyways,

- “i’ll go visit him tomorrow. i miss the little guy,” you giggle.

- for him, he misses the way he’d see you interact with his little brother. how sweet, and kind you were. how you’d always include him in things, and despite him being a child, you didn’t really treat him as one.

- sure, you knew better then to say certain things around him, but when it came to all of you being in the same room together, you made sure he wasn’t forgotten about.

- he knows you’d be a great mother.

- “i wish we had a baby.” he blurts, a little frown on his face as he rinses the soap out of his hair.

-“really?”

- it’s not like it’s a foreign topic, but it’s still a little unexpected.

- “yeah! they’d have your hair and my eyes. with your cheeks, and cute nose.”

- he’s so cute i’m sobbing.

- you can’t help but grin at him as he goes on about how many kids he wants, and what they’d be named, and how they’d look.

- “yeah, i know vincent has jas but how cool would it be if he had another little buddy in town?”

- “i didn’t think you wanted kids yet?”

- “well, that was a year ago. we just haven’t really talked about it since.” he shrugs, and you can’t help but kiss his cute, rosy cheek.

- so from now on, ur gonna try for a baby🫡

- it’s definitely not as thought out as harvey.

- yeah, u guys are just gonna fuck until it works LMAO.

- but dare i say, you’ve never enjoyed sex like this.

- you’re all hot and sweaty, naked, hair clinging to your neck and staggered breaths all over his lips.

- “nggh, fuck, sam—feels s’good…” moaning into his mouth while he does the same, hips meeting yours at a eye-rolling pace.

- he’s already came twice, hardly enough energy to even bring himself to a third but yet somehow, here he is, fucking into you like he knows no better.

- and he won’t stop sputtering just pure filth in your ear,

- “mmgh—y’so pretty, so perfect. you’d make the prettiest babies.” “what are you doing to me? nnfuck, feels so, so good…”

- your fingers are feathered through his hair, arms wrapped around his neck to keep him close.

- you’re already so sensitive and overstimulated by the time he cums. you both are.

- so while he catches his breath, he’s holding you close and staying buried to the hilt inside of u.

shane.

- :,).

- i feel like it’s his little secret that he’s always wanted to be a father.

- but he never thought it’d happen for him.

- and after he met you, first of all he was shocked you liked him back.

- and as time progressed, and you’ve helped with his alcohol addiction, he’s really found that he fell in love with you.

- spending all this time together, despite you being so busy.

- you always make a way to fit him into your schedule, whether it be he comes over and helps you with some of your chores, or you meet him at the saloon.

- but as time progressed, and you were both were absolutely infatuated with each other, he couldn’t stop thinking about marrying you.

- but more importantly…having kids with you.

- i think, generally, he wants to be a good father, which is why he’s always kinda wanted kids.

- he wants to try to be there for his child, and wants to laugh with them, help them when they need it, watch them grow up and stuff.

- he wants to be able to nurture someone in a way he wasn’t really able to do for himself.

- but also, he’s a little possessive🤷‍♀️

- it’s sick, and gross, but the idea of you walking around with a pretty, swollen belly and everyone gets to know he did that. well.

- and he just knows you’d be the most amazing mom. with how you care for your animals, and you’re such a hard-worker…he’s gonna lose his mind.

- so yeah, despite him thinking about it constantly, you’re still the first to bring it up.

- “…can we talk about something?”

- instantly, he’s nervous. he feels like ur gonna break up with him or something.

- “a-about what?”

- you’re in the middle of washing dishes, so you use that as an excuse to avoid eye contact.

- since you’ve been dating for many months now, long past the point of exchanging “i love you”‘s and even closer to the inevitable possibility of marriage.

- but to make it this far and find out he doesn’t want children like you do, well that would be the most painful way to end things.

- “what are your thoughts on…like…kids?”

- he blinks.

- “kids?”

- “yeah, kids. like…children.”

- he’s quietly scratching the back of his head, trying not to let confusion paint across his face but yet here he is, eyebrows furrowed and head tilted.

- “i—i dunno. they’re pretty…cool? i guess? i like them…”

- he’s just staring at you, trying to read your expression in any way to figure out what the hell u are bringing this up for.

- he’s even more confused when you just nod instead of giving him an answer.

- “is that all you wanted to talk about?”

- it takes u another like 5 minutes to finally swallow your fear, and flicker your gaze to him.

- “no, i just…well i wanted to know if you’d ever be interested in, like, having kids….of your own—in the future! not now, or, whatever.”

- he thinks ur so cute.

- the way you’re purposely angling your chin down to hide your face, and despite the fact that you’ve already cleaned the same plate like seven times, you still continue to scrub it.

- he has half a mind to laugh a little, but he knows that’s only make you feel more nervous. so he just smiles quietly to himself, looking at you.

- “hmm, having kids?” he sighs, leaning against the counter, crossing his arms like he’s in deep thought to agonize you teasingly.

- “well, considering i have jas in my life, yeah. kids aren’t so bad.”

- the puppy-dog look you give him finally has him chuckling.

- “you’d want kids?”

- “yeah, someday. but you know, having kids is kind of a two person job.“

- now it’s your turn to giggle, fixing your gaze back towards a new dish you grab to clean.

- “oh, is it?”

- “mhm. they’re hiring, too. but not just anyone can apply.”

- “what’re the requirements?”

- he gently wraps his arms around your waist, pressing against your back and lowering to rest his chin on your shoulder.

- “hmm, we’ll they’re looking for someone who’s perfect.” he presses a kiss to your cheek. “have i told you you’re perfect?”

sebastian.

- much like sam, he didn’t really spend time thinking about fatherhood.

- it wasn’t something he dwelled on hardly, if not ever.

- he had other things to focus on, and unfortunately he didn’t really think that’d ever be a part of his future.

- and it didn’t change right when he met you.

- he really liked you for a long time before anything even progressed (nerves, i guess?)

- but eventually, you were steadily a very good couple.

- spending lots of time together, going on dates (more like ponder sessions by the rivers and beach but whatever) and just overall the early stages of falling in love.

- he’d come visit at the farm and wouldn’t leave for days. even when he told himself he needed to, it’d take him so long to actually leave.

- he spent so much time thinking about you too, that of course his mind began to wander.

- what would marriage be like, first of all.

- it didn’t take long before he decided he liked that thought. coming home to you every day, waking up with you by his side.

- his city dreams weren’t so important to him anymore. not if it meant leaving you behind.

- now, as for children,

- he didn’t spend much time thinking about it for a while. it was mostly just a passing thought in his mind.

- kinda like sam, you two definitely discussed it before getting married but it was a short, “if we decide we want to someday,” and that was about it.

- i feel like sebastian is a little possessive, too.

- he loves the fact that he’s married to you now. that he’s legally tied to you and he has a reason for wanting you all to himself some days.

- the longer you two were married, however, he had to get used to his mom’s constant remarks.

- “you know, i did build a nursery in her house, sebby. just something to think about.” robin grins in passing convo.

- which he can’t help but cringe at what his mom is implying, but he guesses she has a point.

- so as he got older, he started to think about having kids a lot more.

- because, yes, being married to him does kinda scream off limits.

- but wouldn’t having a child be even a much better indicator?

- how there’s actual living proof that sebastian is yours and you are his.

- yeah, he’s gonna be thinking about it a lot.

- “honey, are you okay? you’ve been really quiet today.” you wonder softly, wrapping your arms around his back where he laid with his face pressed against your chest.

- you know that sometimes he just likes to be alone, and it has nothing to do with you, it’s just his own personal preference.

- but he’s not usually like this. clingy, latched onto you tight while he’s lost in his thoughts.

- “hm? oh, yeah i’m fine baby. don’t worry.”

- you frown at his vagueness. “you can tell me anything. need me to step out? i don’t mind, sebby.”

- he loves u sm.

- “no! no, it’s nothing like that,” he even accentuates by squeezing you a little tighter, “i’ve just…been thinking.”

- “about…?”

- you feel him shrug, but he moves his face to bury into the crook of your neck, so you can’t see him.

- “i dunno, just like…us. i guess.”

- 😑

- “…okay…”

- and now ur kind like, sitting up to move away from him, and he’s not having that.

- he frowns, once again tightening his hold on you and burying himself deeper.

- “nothing bad, i promise.” he murmurs into you.

- “then what is it?”

- you never want to pressure him to tell you what’s on his mind, but when he’s like this, you feel like you deserve to know a little.

- he only answers with hesitation, taking long enough before you frown and squint your eyes down at him.

- “sebastian, if y—“

- “i wanna have a baby.”

- lol.

- now it gets real quiet.

- you freeze, hand pausing midway through his hair. you can almost feel the significant change in the atmosphere.

- “…what?”

- “i know we haven’t really talked about it lately, i just think it’s something we should talk about.”

- he keeps his face hidden away from yours, despite you attempting to look down at him.-

- but, if he was looking at you, he’d be able to see the smile on your plump cheeks, and how you were suddenly wrapping your legs around his torso.

- “i was thinking the same thing.”

alex.

- okay, so for this one,

- i feel like it’d be 50/50.

- one half of me says he’d never want kids.

- he saw the man his father grew up to be, and he despises him because of it.

- it scarred him enough to mess with his relationships with past women, definitely gave him commitment issues for a long while.

- so he never wanted to be a father. he can’t picture himself as one.

- but the other half of me says the opposite.

- he’s a man, who knows what it’s like to live with an abusive, absent father.

- and despite him still being kind of young, he couldn’t stop thinking about how he’d never treat his child, or even his wife like how his father did.

- almost like he’d want to prove people wrong.

- like, not all men end up like his father. most of them can actually become loving, supportive fathers and husbands.

- that’s the side of him i like to think abt most 😇

- but, i do wanna say though, when he met you, he didn’t really think that deeply about you.

- sure, he really liked you and how sweet you are. you’d always spend time with him, and make him feel better whenever he was down.

- most importantly, however, you weren’t shy to put him in his place if he ever said anything offhanded.

- you taught him a lot, and that’s when he really started to fall for you.

- it didn’t take long to confess his feelings. he likes being bold like that, and rejection doesn’t scare him.

- after you told him you reciprocated, he was instantly excited to call you his girlfriend.

- evelyn and george already loved you, (maybe evelyn a little more openly,) so accepting you into the family was a very easy task.

- he’d talk about you constantly. he’d find any opportunity to steer the conversation to you, and run with it for as long as they’d let him.

- and don’t get me started whenever he’s with you.

- he may act all tough, and above-it all the time, but i can promise you:

- whenever you’re alone, he’s just a big baby.

- smushing his face into your chest, wrapping his arms and legs around you so he could take a nap.

- and he loves when you’d lay like that, brushing your fingers through his hair and telling him about you day so he can just listen to your voice.

- now, that being said: i feel like he’s not scared to talk about wanting children with you.

- it was probably a conversation early on in your relationship, he just steered clear from stating he’d like you to be the mother of his child.

- “yeah, i’d love to have kids one day. babies love me!” kinda thing.

- and the longer you two were dating, and the more serious and committed it became, he was all for letting you know what was really on his mind.

- “you’d be the most perfect mom. our kids would be so smart, and gentle. plus, with our ridiculously good looks—unbeatable.” he grins, pop kissing all over your face as wraps his arms around you.

- behind your fit of giggles, you can’t help but counter, “please, alex, i need get back to work!”

- and he’s reluctantly sending you off to do your job, spending the rest of his hours making himself busy at home until he can repeat it all over again when you finish up at night.

- despite him talking and thinking about it so often, much like the rest of the guys he won’t act on it until you’re actually married.

- probably like a month after you get married he brings it up, but not like he used to.

- “hmm, what do you say about making a baby, pretty?” his fingertips slide through your hair, cupping the side of your face.

- he can’t help but place one calloused hand to your bare stomach, pressing down just slightly to watch the way your eyes pinch and lips part.

- his hips were stilled, cock buried deep inside of you after minutes of teasing you.

- “nngh? whaa—“ you’re hardly coherent, head lulling into his palm the moment he begins his slow drags in and out of you.

-“aww, you’d look so pretty carrying my kids, dontcha think? let’s make it happen baby, please?” “we wanna baby, right? c’mon, we’re ready. now’s perfect.”

- he’s gently nipping at your cheek, kissing down your jaw and neck to hear you whine on top of the way he’s pressing against you.

- “c-can’t, t’much,” you whimper, eyes rolling the minute his hips snap and his pace quickens.

- “yes you can, i know you can.” his voice is breathless and low in your ear, “why don’t you let me cum inside, hm?”

- his sweet gaze has your head spinning, lower lip puckered and wobbling.

- you’re so overstimulated even the slightest movement has your body twitching, throat swelling.

- yet somehow, you’re still bringing yourself to nod slowly while he grins above you.

- “yeah, knew you’d like that.”

elliot.

- he’s absolutely ready to be a father.

- it probably didn’t become something he actually dwelled on until he got older, but yeah, he’s absolutely ready.

- when he met you, not to say it was love a first sight but…

- it was love at first sight.

- he quickly became well acquainted with you, and spent much time with you.

- whether you were at his cabin, or he came to visit your farm, it didn’t matter.

- it didn’t take long before you started dating and fell in love.

- he’d find himself thinking about you at his desk instead of writing.

- or lying awake at night, missing you beside him and eagerly awaiting the morning when he could go and see you.

- he’d spend so much time picturing what it’d be like to have you as his wife and mother of his children.

- the topic of kids was definitely early on.

- “i’d want three. two girls and a boy. he’d be the youngest.” he hums, taking a bite out of a pomegranate you had just given him a few minutes beforehand.

- “yeah? three, huh?”

- he smiles, nodding.

- “well y’know, if she didn’t want three, then i’m fine with however many.”

- you were sitting on the foot end of his bed, while he sat beside you.

- “hmm, no, three is fine. i’m sure she wouldn’t mind three.”

- “you think?” he licks the fruit juice off his thumb behind his grin, before leaning back against the headboard.

- “oh, i know.”

[medusapelagia]

Learning to Love 2

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 3,..)

Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve /Billy Tags: enemies to lovers, mention of parent's death (Steve's mom), mention of domestic violence Words: 1870

Harrington's place is a solitary house in the middle of nothing, surrounded by the woods and nothing else. Billy appreciates the privacy; no noisy neighbors that might call the police if they hear a few screams, like it wasn’t a normal thing, and no one around to see him limp the day after. Not bad at all.

Neil was even proud of him when he told him that he was going to tutor the richest boy in town.

He literally said, "Kid, I'm proud of you." Which is a first in Billy's life.

If the big house and the heated pool didn't give away how rich Harrington's family is, the doorbell would, it sounds like the doorbell they have in the old big mansions and Billy is almost expecting a butler in a pressed uniform showing him the living room instead of his schoolmate.

"You came." Harrington says, almost surprised.

"Told you I would. Are you disappointed, pretty boy?"

Steve shrugs, moving from the door and gesturing to Billy to get inside. The house is super modern and cold, the living room seems ready to be the set of a sitcom, the kitchen is so clean that it almost shines and Steve's room is the most boring room he has ever seen; there is nothing personal, not a trinket, a picture, a sporting trophy, nothing at all, just a desk and few books there are lying on the side.

"Do you want something to drink?" Steve asks, annoyed.

"I'm not here for a courtesy visit, I'm here to help you because you are too stupid to do your fucking homework and you need a babysitter." Billy snarls, ready to fight, but Steve doesn't take the bait, he sits at his desk and stares at his books.

"Where would you like to start?" He asks, pointing at the pile of books.

"What do you need more help with?"

"Math."

"Let's start there."

Steve takes his book and opens it, staring at the first problem.

"Come on! It is an easy one!" Billy sighs, taking the book and quickly solving the problem while Steve stares blankly at him "Can you just concentrate a little for Christ's sake! You didn't even write the right numbers! Are you stupid? Can't you copy some fucking numbers?"

Steve flinches, moving away from Billy. Billy sighs, this is not going well. He takes a deep breath and thinks about the waves of the ocean, trying to calm himself and when he feels a little bit settled he asks "Why... why didn’t you write the correct numbers?"

"I did!" Steve replies, "I can copy some stupid numbers, ok?"

Billy stares at him for a long moment and he sees how the boy squints while reading.

"Do you wear glasses?" He asks and Steve glares at him.

"Of course I don't, jackass!"

"Well, maybe you should. Have you seen a doctor recently?" After Billy broke a plate on his head.

"I... I don't like doctors." Steve confesses blushing in embarrassment.

“Are you scared of doctors?” Billy mocks him and Steve turns his face, avoiding Billy’s stare “Are you serious?” 

“I’m not scared… I just… I don't like them.”

Billy stares at him for the longest time before Steve finally cracks. “When mom went to the hospital… she never came back, ok? I know that’s stupid but I can’t deal with the smell of disinfectant ok? And I’m young and healthy, I don’t need a doctor!”

Billy can understand the fear of the doctors, the few times Neil brought him there with a broken arm or to fix his nose, he was always terrified that those doctors, who asked so many questions about how he got hurt, would have taken him away. Living with Neil was no fun, but living in a foster family didn’t sound much better either.

“I’m not saying you should do a complete checkup, I’m just suggesting that you might want to see an eye doctor, so maybe everyone will stop thinking that you’re stupid.”

“I don’t give a shit about what everyone else thinks about me! I was their fucking god and now what? You came to town, took my place and all my friends forgot about me. I guess they weren’t my friends after all and you are not my friend either! And I don’t need to study all this stupid shit because I’m going to work with my father as soon as I get out of high school! So what the fuck do you want from me? I’ll give you a good review, I’ll say that you were the best tutor ever. Let me copy you from your test and we’ll be good!”

Billy shakes his head “No.”

“What?!”

“No. I will not let you copy from me and I don’t give a fuck about your stupid opinion of my tutoring skills. I just gave you a suggestion, you don’t want to follow it? Fine.” Billy replies, ready to get back to his place. Harrington is avoiding his stare, he is clenching his fists so hard that his knuckles are white.

“Stop being such a baby. You can’t take any criticism!”

“What about you? You come here, to my house, telling me that I’m either stupid or blind! What did you expect?” Steve snaps.

Billy gets up, grabs his things, and pushes them in his backpack. Fuck Harrington! Billy doesn’t have to help him! He doesn’t owe him anything! It’s not his fault if his sight is shitty!

Only… maybe it is.

Only… Steve actually tried to help Max.

Only… Billy is not the dickhead he pretends to be.

“I could… I could come with you.” He suggests, keeping his back to Harrington, his hand on the handle of the door.

“And what? Hold my hand like a fucking child?” Steve snarls, throwing what’s left on the desk to the ground.

Billy dares to turn, this time it’s Steve who has his back turned. “If that’s what you need.” Billy steps forward, not daring to touch the other boy but wanting to let him know that he is there, that he is listening “Where is your father?”

“Russia? China? Don’t remember. He must have written it on the calendar, I don’t really check anymore.” Steve replies and Billy sighs. He never really understood how lonely Steve must feel now that his friends have turned their back on him and even his girlfriend left him.

“Was she worth it?” Billy asks, and Steve’s shoulders stiffen “Was she worth losing your privileges? And your friends?”

“If I lost my friend it is not her fault. She is… She was… well, she was everything I wanted, the only problem was that I wasn’t enough for her.” Steve says in a self-deprecating tone. “It’s the story of my life. I’m not bad, but I’m never enough, no matter how hard I try. Even my father thinks that I’m not enough and he should know, right? He is my father.”

Billy gets closer to Steve and forces him to turn toward him, “Listen to me. You are the only one who knows your worth, ok? Not Wheeler, not your father, not those stupid boys at school! And if you keep repeating to yourself that you are not enough, you’ll end up believing that! So look me in the eye and tell me something good about you.”

Steve tries to free himself from Billy’s grip “What the fuck? I don’t do this stupid shit. If I needed a therapist…”

“Look me in the eye and tell me something good about yourself.” That’s a game Billy’s mother made with him every time Neil belittled him, and it worked every single time.

“I… I…”

“One thing, I know you can do it.”

“I’m… I’m brave.”

Billy smiles “Yes, you are. Good job, Harrington.” He tells him, patting his back, ready to leave.

“Hey…” Steve calls him, finally getting up from the chair. “Would you like to stay for dinner? I was going to order pizza and watch a movie.”

Billy stops, wondering if Neil would get mad at him “Can I call home? I’m not sure if Susan already cooked.”

“Sure. The phone is in the living room.”

Billy and Steve get downstairs and Billy calls home, it’s Susan who answers and tells him that Neil is not home yet but that he can stay out for dinner, he just has to be home by ten. 

They order pizza and watch a movie and for Billy it is the first time ever. He never invited anyone to his place and he didn’t get invited much, always too unpredictable to be invited to someone’s home. Maybe that’s why he and Steve are perfect; Steve feels like he is not enough, and Billy feels that he is too much.

“Will you book a visit to the eye doctor? I’ll drive you.” Billy asks while they are watching an action movie.

“I don’t know.”

It’s not a yes, but it’s not a no either, so Billy nods and goes back home. As soon as he enters his father calls him, asking him where he was, and when he tells him that he was at Harrington’s house his father seems really pleased. “Those rich boys are always stupid, aren’t they? But my boy is so clever that he is the one who is going to help that stupid kid. You’ll do great things, I know, you are just like me.”

Every time that Neil says that they are similar Billy feels some disgust about himself. He doesn't want to be like Neil, and even if he knows that his outbursts are so similar to the one his father has, he is trying his best not to become like him. Waking up one day and seeing Neil Hargrove in the mirror is Billy’s greatest fear. Not being beaten to death by his father, not getting married to a woman he will never love because he likes boys, not being trapped in a life he knows he will hate every single day. The only thing that terrifies him, the only ones he prays from every night, kneeling on the side of his bed, folded hands and eyes closed, is not becoming like his father. 

He always lived a life where he was always ready to fight for dominance and he is so tired of being alert at all times.

Max is sitting next to Susan, watching a television show together, “Steve’s house is so cool, right? Did you see the heated swimming pool?”

“We studied, I wasn’t there to have fun.”

“I know…” Max snorts “I just thought that maybe… but you are right. You are no fun!” She rebukes, finally leaving him alone.

Billy’s room is full of music posters, he has a big stereo and a vanity made with plastic crates where his few precious belongings rest: a strong male perfume, the same brand his mother bought him years ago, and the golden necklace he received as a gift for his christening.

He stares at himself in the mirror, somehow he feels a little bit less angry and skittish, is it possible that spending time with Harrington might really be beneficial for both of them?

[slutforln4]

Guys need y’alls help! This thing has been sitting in my drafts for MONTHS now and I feel like it would flop so I just never continued writing😭 reblog ir comment if you think I should continue🫶🏼

If the world was ending

Summary: Lando and you have been dating for a little over two years now, seeming pretty happy together, but what if you’re not…? You wouldn’t call your relationship toxic, mostly because being a toxic relationship is your biggest fear and you just don’t want to have it true, but what if it is? Lando and you have been constantly fighting the past few weeks over stupid rumors the media has made up. Both of you are stubborn little shits so most nights ended up in Lando sleeping on the couch and you alone in your shared bedroom… maybe you’re not meant for each other like you both always thought…?

You’re sick of these stupid rumors you think to yourself, scrolling through your phone as you stumble across another one.

Y/N Y/L/N cheating on former boyfriend Lando Norris?

Just as you’re about to get that out of your head, Lando comes walking into the living room, looking furious. He slams his phone on the coffee table, opened the page you just saw.

“What the fuck is that?” He asks firmly, trying to keep his anger in check.

“That’s not true Lando and you know that.” You respond, getting up with a huff as you walk to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

“Don’t walk away and avoid the fucking problem!” He snaps, following you to the kitchen. “There’s literally a picture of you making out with someone that’s not me don’t even try to deny it.” He says, showing you a picture of ‘you’ kissing a dude in front of the Monaco club you were at a few weeks ago.

“that’s not even me Lando come on.”

“It’s literally you- you can see all your hair and- and your fucking face and everything the outfit!” He stutters out, a hundred percent convinced that that’s you.

“I’d know if I kissed someone else.” You respond with a little too much attitude than intended.

“There’s literally a picture of you kissing that dude don’t fucking lie!” He yells, throwing his phone onto the table.

You flinch at the thud and his shouts but don’t back down yourself. “So what you’re telling me you know exactly what happened that night by a shit photoshopped picture?! Bullshit!” You yell.

And here you two are again, yelling at each other’s faces when you were supposed to have a nice movie night instead. It pains you, and you’re aware of that, but you don’t want to lose this stupid argument, so backing down is not an option.

“This is not working anymore Lando…” you murmur under your breath.

“Yeah because you don’t Even fucking try to make things work!”

“Im doing everything I possibly can!”

He doesn’t respond for a moment, looking out of the kitchen window instead as if gathering his next words. “Well it doesn’t feel like it! Every fucking day we’re getting new rumor about either of us cheating and it hurts okay!?”

[trollsedits]

Hello, Can you please write your headcanon for whatever trolls you picked?

Like your own opinion about them...

Of course I will, I decided to do Both poppy and viva since I love their sister duo 😭🫶🏻

Poppy 🩷:

-She’s definitely a huge swifties she would drag branch to go to every single one of Taylor Swift concert (or the troll version of her)

-she’s clingy especially when around branch

-definitely hates it when her dad keeps secrets from her especially about her long lost sister Viva

-she is a supportive friend she will support you no matter what

-she’s the troll that everyone wants to go to for comfort or just need to vent

-Her favorite brozone member is Clay

-she would easily forgive anyone especially creek who literally sold them out to chef

-she’s very talkative you can’t make her shut up

-Is a major fan of Rave and party she will throw the biggest party/Rave with the help of the techno trolls

-she will remember every trolls,bergan birthday/anniversary so do expect her to

show up at your door with gifts and stuff

-she rarely gets mad is hard to see her mad

-when she dose get angry she would angry scrapbook til the scrapbook is in flames she almost set her pod on fire one time b/c she was so angry branch and her father would make the whole troll village splash water on their pod and her father banned her from scrapbooking when she’s angry

-she also listed to Harry styles aswell

-she owns all of brozone albums

-she once called branch older brother John Dory the old one during the Royal wedding it was funny even branch wasn’t mad at her for saying that

-She has tons of baby pictures of branch she even ask John Dory for more pictures of baby branch she made a scrapbook of baby branch

-She’s wears the pants in the relationship (Base on a fan art I saw)

-she would be the one to make a move on branch like proposing etc.

-she owns every Taylor swift album and one Harry style album

-She gave barb a swiftie friendship bracelets after the rock apocalypse

-she basically gave every trolls a swiftie friendship bracelets either with their name/songs from Taylor swift or just something that describes them

-she also gave one to brozone too each one of them having words that describe them John Dory was the most offended by it branch threatened to beat his square *** up if he dare take it off

John Dory: The Old one

Bruce: Daddy BRUCE (okay don’t look at it the wrong way guys cause he’s a dad now 😭)

Clay: serious boy

Floyd: the sensitive one

Branch: Lover or bitty B 💙

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Viva 💛:

-Still dose not know why her sister is friends with a Bergens

-Still dose not trust Bergens

-Definitely has abandonment issues

-she still mad at her father after 20 years for not telling poppy about her

-she loves milkshake so much that she once drank so many and got hyper clay had to banned it from her for a while til she can control herself

-She’s definitely listen to Lana Del Rey she cried to so many of her song cuz it reminds her of her father and poppy

-Her favorite lana del Rey album is the Lust for life and honeymoon album

-she is protective of poppy won’t let anyone near her not even Bridget and sometimes branch

-Viva likes to make candy necklaces with any new friends she meets

-Viva is that type of girl to kick down anyone door without knocking so believe it or not she has seen some stuff she once kick down clay door and caught him….

-knowing that viva will kick down anyone door down they all got hard metal door to keep viva from kicking in

-She gets angry quickly when she dose clay is afraid of her clay would often try to avoid things that trigger her

-she and clay are business partners

-she’s super duper chaotic

-she’s braided everyone hairs

-she’s a tight hugger she once gave clay a hug so tight taht it almost broke his poor ribs

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Anyways, thanks again for the request Anyways if you want to request me just click under my profile “Ask me anything” I’m currently slowly running out of content so do request if you have any also just to let you all know that I’m working on another brozone headcanon so it will take a while…

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Like + Follow are very much appreciated! ✨

[mdhwrites]

Why I Answer Asks More Easily Than Make My Own Blogs

Or in other words: I have Avoidant Personality Syndrome. Literally diagnosed only a week ago. So to make things clear, I don’t know this the best either with it being so new but I’ll do my best to explain. The simplest and funniest way for me to put it though is that it’s what you get when Imposter Syndrome and Social Anxiety have a baby and it turns out to be the Anti-Christ. The long version is that it is a crippling fear of humiliation and failure in ALL things you do because of the way you perceive how others perceive you and you see yourself. Because you tell yourself the only outcome can be failure because you are worth so little, and they are worth so much more, there’s no reason to do anything because it will only mean pain for you and at best being ignored by others. In terms of my blog, it’s genuinely why Asks are easier on me than my own blogs. If it’s my own thought period, then I have no guaranty anyone is interested in the thought. If someone asks me though, then I know at least one person will want the thought and so I will succeed in one person’s eyes. It’s also where you get my relationship between me and my cat Mischief. Now Mischief is the best and I will not be accepting debate except with pictures sent to my ask box. This is where I would share a picture of her but Tumblr is being dumb and not showing me how to put in inserts like usual for some reason. So now with that out of the way, I also want to admit that she very social and very needy. She will straight up yell at me for attention and play times so she isn’t some cat who lays about all day (except when, you know, she’s sleeping. Because cats do that.) She also has, since a couple months after I got her, developed a knack for knowing when I’m heading to bed, even when she looks like she’s sleeping. When I do that, it’s time to get up, hop up and curl up on my chest, back, between my legs, over an arm, etc. like that because sleeping with me is her favorite place to sleep. She will also purr for like five minutes straight while just sitting on top of me, no pets required. Logic dictates that she definitely loves me. Yeah... Yeah guess who still constantly looks at his cat and asks, “I’m doing a good job, right? There’s enough space in this apartment? You have enough toys? I’m sorry I don’t play with you as much always. Depression and anxiety get in the way of that but I know that’s no excuse. I’m sorry I can’t give you a better life.” Is there a logic for it? No. Is there anything anyone can tell me to get my brain to stop worrying? Not really because of how I see myself versus my cat who, I should mention, is adopted from a shelter so I’m pretty sure finds my apartment that she owns as much as I do to be more than enough. It’s way more than she used to have after all. But that doesn’t matter to my brain. Nothing does. I question if even concrete proof like suddenly having a bestselling book would do it because my brain would possibly just try to create excuses for why everyone hates me, I’m still a failure and this isn’t real. It... It damages one’s ability to put themselves out in any way. I try to fight this as I’m an oddly sociable introvert *gestures at this entire blog* but there’s an Amischa story I want to do about Boscha growing up and why Amity’s betrayal in Winging It blindsided her so much and I KNOW that how people who don’t want me blaming Amity for anything might react to it and that adds a lot of pressure to even the idea of writing it. Pressure I didn’t have when I loved The Owl House and no one had decided to be a bigot towards me. Pressure I can’t get rid of and is likely half the equation for why this past year has just kind of been an ever worsening hell for me. And because Tumblr now is showing the option to me, let’s end this with a few pictures of Mischief as a pallet cleanser, hmm?

[bbyboybucket]

1, 3, 13, 18, & 24 for the ask game 😁

1. I write in default but I don’t think the notes app has fonts to chose from actually 😭

3. I don’t really have a ritual 😭 but if we’re talking about cursed ways to write, there’s been 10000 times where I’ve been driving and I’ll have an idea for whatever I’m writing so I’ll just pull my phone out and start typing out like an entire scene or chunk of dialogue. No, I do not wait till I pull over. I think it’s self explanatory why this is so bad.

13. I feel like missions and action scenes are my hardest area. I’m not very good at coming up with them nor describing them, so I try to avoid it. I actually have a genius fic idea that I wanna write but I prolly never will bc it’d require all that mission stuff. Maybe I’m just bad at it because I have no experience, since most of my fics are mundane, random, little life moments rather than actual stories with plots lmao.

18. Honestly I had a hard time picking a passage bc most of my fics are so old that I don’t remember writing them or I straight up just think they’re cringe now 😭 so basically I just chose one from the last thing I wrote

Nakajima didn’t get the joy of having more holidays with his family. Collins didn’t get another Christmas. Weaver, Hudson, Gannod, Hauser, Whitaker; not a single one of them saw the light of Christmas morning again. The nameless faces didn’t either. They all got nothing ever again and their last breathes were filled with terror as his own merciless form stood before them. Bucky had no right to complain as his heart was still beating, his windpipe wasn’t crushed nor was his brain matter splattered on the walls.

The reason I chose this one is because I spent soooooo long looking, like literally scouring the whole internet, for a clear picture of Bucky’s notebook so I could use the actual last names written. The paragraph itself was nothing special and mainly just to play up his guilt some more, but the process of finding those names in his book was weirdly difficult. Like I swear it took me over 20 minutes.

24. My prep work is the bare minimum. I’ll have an idea for dialogue or a prompt and I’ll write it down, then I’ll make a really really shitty outline. Honestly idek if what I do qualifies as an outline. But then 99% of the time I won’t even end up following it.

[motownfiction]

isle

Lucy thought she escaped it last year when the first movie frightened Emma to her core, but alas, she’s not so lucky. Her daughter is weeks away from entering the second grade, and as such, she’s ready to enter the second Spy Kids movie.

Like any mother with sophisticated taste (whatever sophisticated actually means), Lucy tries to get Emma to see any other movie at the theater. She’d even sit through The Country Bears for the third time. Actually, she kind of liked that one. It’s not her fault John Hiatt can write a song, even if it is for a Disney attraction come to life. But Emma is married to the idea of Spy Kids 2, and Lucy has to give in.

“You’re just like me,” Lucy says as she buys Emma her popcorn and drink.

“What do you mean?” Emma asks, popping a kernel into her mouth.

They walk toward their theater.

“You get ideas in your head, like a vision,” Lucy says. “You know exactly what you want, and once you picture it, you can’t give it up. You won’t compromise. Do you know what it means to compromise?”

Emma shakes her head.

“Didn’t think so,” Lucy says. “Daddy and I don’t make you do it very often because we know how much you hate it.”

“Well, what is it?”

“It’s when you find a middle ground between what you want and what somebody else wants.”

Emma makes a face like she’s never heard anything more horrible in all her life. If Lucy didn’t respect her so much, she’d probably laugh right here and now.

“I know,” Lucy says. “I don’t like doing it, either. But I do it all the time because I’m a mom, and that’s what moms do. They compromise. Worse than that, they figure out compromises for other people.”

“Maybe I should never be a mom,” Emma says.

Lucy laughs at that one.

“You’re seven and a half,” she says. “You have plenty of time to decide.”

“But if I’m just like you, then don’t I only have ten years?”

Dammit, Lucy has to laugh at that one, too. They find their seats in the back of the theater – Emma’s favorite place in the auditorium, another thing she’s not willing to compromise about – and Lucy hands her the bag of popcorn.

“Don’t be so literal,” she says. “Do you know what that means? Literal?”

Emma shakes her head again.

“It means you think of words in the most basic, easy way. Like, you avoid deeper meanings or puns or storytelling.”

Judging by the look on Emma’s face, being literal is the new worst thing she’s ever heard in her life.

“I don’t ever wanna be like that,” she says.

“I don’t blame you,” Lucy agrees. “So, how about we work on it together? We’ll practice not being literal and learning how to compromise. Starting with you letting me have more of that popcorn than you usually do.”

“Get your own!”

“Emma.”

Emma sighs and hands the bag of popcorn over to her mother. Lucy holds in another laugh. She always thought she’d be intimidated by a kid who was too much like her. When she was young, she wanted to be the only person anything like herself. A rara avis in its truest form. But that’s not how it works when you’re a mom. Your daughters are sponges, whether or not you want them to be. They’re going to pick up a few things, no matter how hard they try to wring them out. Elenore’s almost dry, but Emma’s still soaking.

Lucy thinks she could get used to it. At the very least, she’ll be able to know where Emma goes before she knows it herself.

For some reason, Emma loves the Spy Kids movie, especially the pop star sequence at the end. She sings the song over and over for a week, even though she only knows a few words: Dreams! Isle of, isle of dreeeeammmssss! It’s irritating as can be, but Lucy lets it go. She compromises.

And for what it’s worth, Emma compromises, too. When she’s done singing about the island of lost dreams, she lets Lucy listen to Siouxsie Sioux, even “Kiss them for Me.”

As far as Lucy’s concerned, that’s what love is. That’s what it has to be.

(part of @nosebleedclub july challenge -- day xv! i'm still trying, even in vain, lol)

[cadavercowboy]

Business As Usual

Stepfather!Nick Fowler x Reader | WC: 8.2k+ | Explicit Content

Summary: If you go looking for attention, Nick is going to give it to you...but it’ll be on his terms. Warnings: 18+ ONLY — Minors DNI. It’s utterly OOC because this was just an excuse for me to write porn. Inappropriate relationship. Cheating. Manipulation. Implied gaslighting. Dub-con elements. Degradation/humiliation. Spit kink. Choking. Oral sex. Unprotected sex. Over-stimulation. Slapping. Forced orgasm. Multiple orgasms. Forced creampie. Nick is an asshole. A/N: A lot of this is Zee’s fault. It’s somehow always Zee’s fault. I’m also placing full blame on this, the first of the many phases of the 2022 DILF-ication of our boy. He’s giving Dad™ and I’m giving up!

Excitement and nervousness tangle ferociously in the gaping pit that has opened deep in your belly as the sound of the front door shutting echoes through the house. Your mother is off to run some errands, thus leaving you with only the company of your haughty and moody stepfather, Nick. Though you’ve been waiting for what feels like weeks for this exact circumstance, now that the fantasy has become a reality, you have to admit you’re beginning to feel quite intimidated. 

A recent interaction with the formidable man has left you with an uncharacteristic confidence and an unshakable, stubborn determination to win his affections. At first, you’d doubted your own perception of the events and convinced yourself that you’re slightly delusional. But in the following days — given the heated, tense looks and the subtle touches — you could doubt it no longer: Nick was flirting with you. The idea that he had shown an interest in you lit a fire within you and you’re powerless to deny the desire you feel to garner his attention again. 

You wring your hands in your lap before launching to your feet and pacing restlessly through your bedroom. What if Nick is downstairs, fully aware that you’re practically crawling out of your skin trying to muster the courage to go get what you want from him? No, you’re just overthinking this. There’s no way he knows what you’re planning. Right?

Downstairs, Nick drags a firm hand through his short hair and sighs in annoyance. The constant thumping of your feet overhead is driving him crazy. For 20 minutes he’s listened to you track back and forth, back and forth. He wonders if you plan to stop anytime soon or whether you’re going to carry on until you wear a hole right through the floorboards. He tosses his head back with a grunt, trying to refrain from storming up there to scold you for being such a distraction to his work. 

Your fists clench and release at your sides, the muscles bunching with agitation as you mentally build the fortitude to overcome your apprehension. If you wait any longer, any bravery you’ve amassed is going to ooze and seep from your pores, disappearing as quickly as it came. With a sharp inhale, you check your appearance in the mirror and stride to the door. As swiftly as you move, you make sure to do so without making a sound; tiptoeing down the staircase, you keep in mind how much Nick hates it when you’re too loud. The house is silent and empty, not a single noise to indicate Nick’s location, although you know precisely where you’ll find him.

Even on his days off, Nick spends pretty much all of his time in his office. Being a federal agent is a demanding job to be sure, but Nick takes his job more seriously than most and there’s practically never a moment when he isn’t working. Still bearing in mind Nick’s intolerance for interruption, it takes a minute for you to work up the nerve to rap your knuckles against the door. You remind yourself yet again that you’re being ridiculous. You’re his stepdaughter, surely he won’t be upset with you for wanting to speak with him. At least you hope so.

The moment your knock reverberates off the heavy wooden door, Nick's velvety voice calls out to you and immediately grants you permission to enter. Anxiety grips you once again and you find yourself questioning your own sanity. Maybe you had misread the signs. This is wrong on several levels for many reasons and if you end up having in fact misjudged Nick’s intentions, you’re going to suffer an embarrassment you may never recover from. You shake your head as if to dispel the very thought, then take a deep breath before you twist the knob and ease the door open with a long, low creak.

Inside, you find Nick facing the tall windows behind his desk with his broad back turned towards you. Although he’d been working, you’re surprised to find Nick without his customary crisp dress shirt and dark slacks. Instead, he wears a navy patterned button-down over a gray long-sleeved tee; the outfit is complete with gray pants and a pair of overly-clean sneakers. It’s an odd combination, but you suppose this is his idea of casual attire.

At the sound of the door clicking shut behind you, Nick turns to stare at you over his shoulder. His dark brows are lowered slightly, his expression unreadable but ominous nonetheless. He seems perturbed…then again, he usually does.

Perhaps now is not the most opportune moment for you to make a move on him. The icy pools of his irises scan from your feet to your face, taking in every inch of you before glaring into your eyes. His jaw ticks rhythmically and the hands buried in his pockets rustle quietly before he beckons to you with a growled command to come further into the room.

One corner of Nick’s mouth quirks when your feet instantly begin moving, your steps quick and eager. Something about your desperation to please him has always made his cock swell a bit and today is certainly no different. Your cautious eyes peer up at him through your lashes, blinking dumbly as you stand before him expectantly and your legs subconsciously rub together. The motion catches his attention and his gaze shifts lower to observe the cute dress you’re wearing. 

The outfit is undoubtedly due to a recent compliment he’d given you about a similar garment; you’ve been wearing dresses rather frequently ever since. He wonders if you’re aware of how you attempt to please him even with the most subtle and unconscious choices you make. You don’t even realize how easily you bend to his will.

“Did you need something?” Nick inquires shortly, raising a brow as he observes you across the room, still seemingly hesitant and determined to keep a distance.

You shift your weight, swallowing with some trouble as you try to find your voice. 

“I wanted to see what you were doing.”

You cringe both inwardly and outwardly, realizing how terribly silly the words sound; resembling those of a lonely child, dependent on someone else to quell their boredom. Nick almost appears to smile before his lips press into a firm, thin line. He drops his eyes as he gathers several folders and documents into a pile and taps them against the desk to align them into a neat stack.

“I’m working.” The answer cracks through the air like a whip. “I have a job to do and unfortunately, that doesn’t include babysitting or entertaining you.”

He may as well have slapped you across the face considering the way you visibly flinch at the venomously offered words. Nick’s tone is one you’re familiar with — the glacial and sharp nuance of a man prone to sour moods and bouts of utter impatience. You suppose this is to your benefit; Nick’s obvious annoyance has sapped all your confidence, drawing it from within you like a sponge. Maybe it will save you from inevitable embarrassment after all.

Your lungs deflate along with every hope you had of following through with this thoughtless endeavor. Of course Nick isn’t interested in you, he can barely stand the sight of you most days; he was simply being kind in a rare moment of affection and you’re a fool for making anything more of it. Nick watches you with glee, glorifying in the self-conscious way you smooth your hands over your dress and nibble uncomfortably at your lower lip. He’s got you right where he wants you, and when you turn on your heel — surely to abscond from the room in an exodus of shame — he calls to you.

“Come over here,” he orders with surprising softness. 

It’s impossible to mask your shock as you twirl back in his direction, your skirt swishing gently around your bare thighs. Your eyes lock with Nick’s as a brief battle of wills commences. He clearly expects your obedience and something about that makes you want to stomp away all the more. But you’ve already set this half-assed plan in motion and you may never get another chance to go after what you want. What harm could it do to give in to Nick?

Nick’s handsome face twists into a smirk and something mischievous glows in his light eyes as he watches you approach with caution. Your fingers glide along the polished edge of the desk and you grip the wood as if needing to brace yourself, as if keeping the hefty piece of furniture between the two of you is going to save you from him. You pause a few feet away from Nick, but that’s not good enough for him. With a flick of his eyes to the ground before him, he silently directs you to close the small distance. 

Your feet come to a stop mere inches from Nick’s much larger ones, your bare toes scrunching anxiously against the cool floorboards beneath them. Though Nick continues smiling victoriously down at you, you raise your head defiantly and meet his gaze without hesitation. The confident charade is almost convincing, but when he reaches for you, you crumble instantaneously. 

“You pick this out just for me?” Nick ponders, dragging his fingers over the thin strap that sits snugly against your shoulder.

A snort of laughter escapes him when you smirk shyly and shrug your shoulders noncommittally. Even as your eyes shift to the ground, he can see the blatantly hopeful expression on your pretty face and it almost makes him pity you. You couldn’t lie to him even if you tried. Nick tugs at the strap’s stretchy fabric and allows it to snap back against your skin.

“It’s a real pretty dress. I like it,” Nick murmurs, making a point of giving your body a once over. “I like the way you look in it.”

Your cheeks warm slightly and a subtle heat thrums between your thighs. The room suddenly seems to spin as you’re overwhelmed with excitement from just a few simple words. Nick’s admission is all it takes for you to gain back every ounce of confidence you’d come stumbling in here with. You rock forward onto the balls of your feet and boldly place your palms against Nick’s torso, just above his firm abdomen. As your hands glide over the soft material of his shirt and venture towards his chest, you implore your brain to come up with something clever to say.

“What do you like about it?” you ask in your best seductive voice.

Nick would be impressed with your audacity if not for the timid way you refuse to look at him now. Something unrighteous in him gleans great pleasure from seeing you struggle with what you want, with what you’re too afraid to ask for. He knew you’d be easy to manipulate, he just wasn’t expecting it to be this easy. Knowing what a vulnerable spot he’s got you in, he perfectly executes the next step of this iniquitous game of push and pull.

His strong hands wrap firmly around your wrists, the warmth pleasant and favorable until he applies more and more pressure. Nick squeezes your joints with bruising force, tutting at you as if you’ve done something wrong. He uses his grip on your arms to yank you off balance, gathering the limbs in one of his large hands to hold you against his body as he leans close to your ear.

“You want a man’s approval so badly…is that it, little girl?” he taunts with a mean-spirited whisper. “Just crave their attention.”

Shame ignites a fresh wave of heat in your cheeks upon hearing Nick’s cruel response. It isn’t the first time he’s implied that you have a desperate need for acceptance from the men in your life. On occasions when he’s being especially malicious, he’s even gone as far as mentioning that maybe if you were better behaved and more compliant, perhaps your father would not have abandoned you and your poor, innocent mother. Nick knew that particularly savage barb would only make you more malleable to his wishes and it’s a tactic he’s learned to use sparingly though strategically. 

Nick studies you as your wavering fortitude crumbles to bits and your eyes gloss over with an abundance of moisture. He’s elated to see how much his comment has affected you. The more he plants the seed of your need for male attention and acceptance, the greater the benefit he receives from the crop it yields when you continue to prove him right. You’ll do anything just to earn his literal and figurative embrace, which is precisely what he wants.

“Well, you sure know how to get it,” Nick sneers hotly against the shell of your ear, punctuating the insult with a rogue hand sneaking under your short skirt to grip the soft flesh of your ass.

Your voice cracks around a soft moan that is muffled by the fingers buried up to the knuckles in your mouth. No matter how hard you press your tongue against the intrusive digits, Nick merely applies more pressure to the slick muscle, shoving his fingers even further until you audibly gag around them. He keeps you settled in his lap with your head tipped down so your watery eyes remain on him. You can hear the sound of his other hand working furiously around his cock, which is exposed through the fabric of the slacks that hang open around his trim hips.

Saliva coats the length of his fingers and the slender digits slip and slide against one another as he pumps them into your open mouth. A flood of drool dribbles down your chin as your jaw hangs open and a thin stream begins to trickle across Nick’s wrist, running along his sinewy arm and creating a dark splotch on the bunched sleeve of his shirt. You struggle to breathe through your nose with your stepfather’s hand practically stuffed down your throat, gagging until tears spill from your eyes. Nick clicks his tongue, eyebrows furrowed piteously as he slowly drags his whorled fingertips over your taste buds.

You manage to draw in a much-needed breath before sniffling and coughing harshly. Nick’s fingers glide over your lower lip, pulling it down and letting it flop back in place before his thumb sweeps through the moisture on your chin. He collects most of your residual spit on his fingers, then drops his hand to his lap to smear the saliva along the tip of his cock; the reddened flesh already shiny with pre-cum as he switches hands to viciously fuck his wet fist, inadvertently bouncing you in his lap with each jostling movement of his hips.

With the hand previously wrapped around his length, he reaches up to grab your face, his palm still overly warm from the friction. He squeezes your cheeks until your mouth puckers and he chuckles at how stupid you look. Stupid and absolutely debauched given the thick splatters of cum that cling to the tip of your nose, your brow, and your cheekbones from when he’d jerked off over your pretty face earlier.

Evidently, Nick hadn’t taken too kindly to being slapped and called an asshole in response to his teasing if the ensuing events were anything to go by. You ended up on your knees, under an onslaught of insults and degradation as Nick pleasured himself above you; being taught a lesson you’d surely not forget. He had every intention of stopping things there before it went too far, but when he saw your hopeful excitement as his cum spilled across your skin and coated your features, something in him snapped. There was no hope of holding himself back from showing you precisely how you could earn a man’s approval.

“Are you my good girl?” Nick rasps as his fingers gather the sticky white remnants from your heated skin.

Your eyes light up as you nod eagerly and he half expects you to start panting with your tongue lolling out like an over-excited puppy. Tapping his knuckles against your mouth, he raises a single brow and you obediently part your lips. He shoves his cum-slathered digits inside and — without even having to be told — you seal your mouth shut around his fingers and suck; your tongue sliding between each one to slurp his seed enthusiastically. When he tries to pull his hand away, you’re quick to wrap both of yours around his wrist, keeping his arm in place so you can lick and suck at his salty skin.

All the while, Nick still pumps his cock rhythmically. The slick friction created by the lubrication of your saliva is rapidly sending him hurtling towards another orgasm. He tips his head back, teeth digging into his lower lip and eyes hooded as his thighs spasm beneath you. You don’t know what comes over you, but you find yourself scooting closer and closer to Nick, fitting your pelvis above his and tilting your hips towards the sizable erection in his hand.

You take his long fingers even deeper until your mouth is stretched painfully around the thick digits and you’re salivating uncontrollably. Each time you whimper and suck harder against his fingers, Nick grunts in response; his abs tightening and rippling under his gray shirt as his orgasm fast approaches. He’s so caught up in imagining how your lips would feel wrapped around him that he misses the way your weight shifts then disappears altogether as you slide off his thighs and drop to the ground between his feet.

The sheer length and girth of Nick’s cock is daunting from this perspective, but you’re determined not to let that deter you. Not when you’re this close to what you were after. Your eyes are locked onto Nick’s strong hand, entranced by the way his tanned fingers tug up and down the smooth skin of his erection. Your mouth waters. 

Licking your lips in anticipation at the sinful sight, it’s torture to watch Nick slide his fist along the thick shaft that bounces only inches from your face and do nothing about it. With yet another uncharacteristic rush of bravery, you lean in and sweep your tongue over a prominent vein that runs the length of Nick’s straining shaft, not caring when his knuckles catch your sensitive lip and pinch it against your teeth. The moment the tip of your tongue makes contact with Nick’s member, his eyes whip open and he curls forward, immediately wrapping a hand around your throat to force you backwards.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he hisses, fingers pulsing against the delicate length of your neck as he shakes you slightly then pulls you close enough that the sharp tip of his nose brushes yours.

“Please,” you mewl pathetically, putting on your best puppy dog eyes as you beg.

The wavering, pleading tone of your voice nearly brings him to his knees. Any chance he had of stopping this runaway train before it derails and lands you both in trouble flies out the window. You shatter every remaining bit of his self control with a single whimpered word, although he has no plans of allowing you to maintain that power.

“Did you want something, sweet girl?” Nick coos, the soft and sympathetic tone he uses belying the angry, sinful fire in his crystalline eyes.

He slides his wide palm along your neck until it cradles the back of your head and your stomach flips with excitement, believing that Nick is finally going to allow you to take him into your wanting mouth. You arch forward with cautious eyes, craning your neck until you’re inches from his crotch so there can be no doubt about what you want. Your tongue has barely snuck past your shiny lips before Nick takes himself in hand and slaps the hot flesh of his cock across your cheek.

“Stupid little thing…doesn’t even know how to use her words,” he barks as he drags the weeping tip along your lips, holding fast against your skull so that you cannot possibly get close enough to suck his dick. “So fuckin’ impatient, you could barely even wait for your mother to leave the house. I know you were upstairs creaming those girly little panties just thinking about how you were gonna get your own stepfather to touch you, hmm? Thought you’d flaunt your ass a little so you could get some attention, is that it?”

Through his tirade of humiliating words, you’re still fighting against his grip to get your mouth on him. You don’t even care whether or not his insults are true, the only thing on your mind is tasting him. And besides…he’s the one who flirted with you, otherwise you wouldn’t even be here. You hope your stubborn antics entice Nick…make him appreciate your need to please him. All you can focus on is satisfying him. All you can think about is making him feel good. Isn’t that enough to earn his affection?

When your lips touch Nick’s hand and nearly brush against his length, he shifts one leg and plants the sole of his sneaker squarely against your chest. He extends the limb, his strong calf muscle bunching and bulging beneath his pants as he sends you toppling onto your back. Your elbows knock against the wooden floor with a resounding thud and the air leaves your lungs in a dramatic rush.

“Look at you, you’re pathetic,” Nick observes nastily as he stands from his chair to tower over you. He leans over and grabs your chin firmly, yanking you up onto your knees so that he can slap his cock against your cheek again, then slide the pulsing tip between your lips. “This what you wanted? You wanted daddy in your mouth, huh?”

With your lips stretched wide around his girth and your tongue immobile beneath the weight of his cock, you can only hum in confirmation. The way he speaks to you makes you squirm in the most disgraceful way; a stark reminder of how wrong this is and how dirty you feel behaving this way with your stepfather.

Nick thrusts his hips and his length reaches the back of your throat with such force that tears begin to seep from your eyes. The moan that escapes around the appendage stuffed in your mouth causes Nick to inhale loudly, the air hissing through his perfect teeth as his length twitches against your tongue.

“You look so good down there,” Nick pants with a rare show of genuine praise. “Exactly where you belong…on your knees like a worthless whore, choking on daddy’s fat fucking cock.”

He grows painfully hard as you whine around him and desperately fight to breathe, battling your gag reflex to take every inch of him without choking. You swallow him down in earnest; licking, slurping, and gagging as you do your best to impress the dominant man. Your display of unabashed corruption threatens to make Nick explode then and there, something he has no intention of doing without first being buried deep inside you.

Crouching down, Nick grabs you by your hair and pulls your head back at an extreme angle that forces you to lose your balance and topple over. He comes with you, bracing one hand beside your head as he hovers threateningly over you. When he settles between your legs, his bare cock rubs deliciously against your panty-clad mound and you suck in a breath. The friction is enough to wreak havoc on Nick’s nearly non-existent restraint, but when he glances down, the sight he’s met with makes his head spin: a wetness darkening the crotch of your innocent-looking cotton panties that unleashes something feral in him. 

Nick wedges his huge hands under your armpits and drags you up with him as he stands back up. As dreadfully heavy as his balls are with the need to bury himself in your pussy as soon as possible, he’s not going to fuck you on the floor like some horny, overzealous teenager. The squeak you let out as he drops you heavily on his desk and the plastic cap of a pen digs into the softness of your ass is adorable, but that’s not what Nick is thinking about. His entire attention is focused on shoving the fabric of your dress up and out of his way, the harsh tugging of your clothing making you shoot your hands out behind you in order to remain upright. 

“Are you fucking kidding me? Look how wet you are,” Nick spits through clenched teeth, scolding you as if you’ve done something offensively wrong.

Now your cheeks are positively melting with a blazing inferno of shame and you turn your head away, too embarrassed to watch the way his eyes focus between your trembling thighs. Nick is breathing laboriously above you, fingers trembling with the need to rip away the thin scrap of material that hides you from him. If he isn’t buried deep within the tight heat of your pussy right now, he fears his head may explode — both of them. He can’t possibly hold back any longer.

You flinch slightly at the first rough contact of Nick’s knuckles brushing your sensitive folds as he yanks your panties to one side. His pupils swallow the remnants of his cold, blue irises at the sound of your breathless gasp and the sight of your soaked cunt. He paws mindlessly at his pants which still hang loosely at his hips, shoving them lower along with his boxers so that his skin is exposed to mid-thigh.

Suddenly you’re panicking while Nick situates himself between your thighs and forces them open to make room for his large body. His cock bobs between you, bouncing dangerously close to your center. Sure, you’ve given this plenty of thought, but it was nothing more than a fantasy; never in your wildest dreams did you imagine it actually becoming a reality.

Though you shuffle awkwardly along the slippery surface of Nick’s desk, he’s quick to latch his large hands around the underside of your thighs as he squeezes the soft flesh and pulls you back to the edge. Your heart skips a beat when he bends at the waist, his lips only inches from your pulsing core. The thought of his mouth devouring and pleasuring you has you panting and quaking, the warm wetness of the saliva he spits forcefully against your pussy has you gulping loudly. Hips wriggling and restless, your mouth suddenly grows dry with unease when Nick stands at his full height and shoves you until you’re forced to take your weight on your elbows while he angles your pelvis up towards him.

Typically, Nick would warm his girl up and at least prepare her a little, but he simply doesn’t have the patience to do that for you. So desperate and ready to take you — to make you take him — after seeing you behave with such depravity. Your eyes widen and your jaw falls slack as his cock sits heavily atop your pubic bone and the silky firmness drags against your own flesh as he fits the bulbous head directly over your throbbing clit. 

The heat of his massive appendage sears you, sending bolts of lightning through every inch of your body as you prepare for the initial discomfort of his length breaching you. You expect Nick to take his time and slowly push into you considering how large he is, but he doesn’t allow you that courtesy. Offering no concern for your pleasure, Nick shifts his hips and inserts the blunt head of his cock into you, though he has no intention of stopping there. He doesn’t think you deserve to be treated with care, he knows you don’t really want to be.

You’re certainly wet enough to ease the entrance of his thick member, however without first stretching you out, your pussy is clenched so tightly around him that he can’t fit more than an inch or two inside. He proceeds without pause, not giving you a moment to adjust and you whine in protest; a sound which Nick takes as beseeching encouragement.

“My needy little girl,” he murmurs. “You wanna be stuffed full…don’t you, baby? Just want someone to love you, poor thing.”

Although the words are cooed softly, they’re teasing, taunting, and heavy with condescension. Ignoring your whimpers of objection, Nick seeks to give you just what he’s accused you of wanting. With several pointed thrusts of his hips, he manages to feed you a few more inches until you’re crying out with the aching pressure between your thighs. He shifts and leans even more of his weight into you, causing you to groan in a way that has him smiling wickedly. He’s decided he’s waited long enough to have you.

Paying no mind to any discomfort or pain it may cause, Nick slams his hips forward and with one swift and fluid motion, he’s bottomed out. The intense burning stretch prompts a howl to part your lips and your head slams into the surface of the desk when your arms can no longer bear your weight. Before you have a chance to recover from Nick’s harsh filling of your tight pussy, he attempts to pull out, your rippling walls making it somewhat difficult for him.

“Tight little snatch doesn’t wanna let me go,” he puffs hotly, strong hands digging fervidly into your waist as he drags his cock slowly from your body.

Unable to handle another forceful drive like the last, you squirm beneath Nick and try to wiggle away from the pulsating dick that rests just within your clenching channel. He merely smirks at your distress and fails to hold back a ridiculing scoff. The hands braced along your torso journey upwards towards your breasts, then under your body where they curl around your shoulders from behind. Nick takes one long inhale before he digs his fingers into your skin and slams your hips into his, forcing your body to accommodate his incredible girth.

Your mouth opens on a silent scream and tears trickle from the corners of your eyes. Though Nick’s brutal treatment is overwhelming, your ears are ringing with how inexplicably good it feels. With your pussy squeezing and oozing around him, you know it won’t take much for you to explode regardless of how rough he’s being with you. The stimulation against your clit from the coarse hairs at the base of his cock as he presses as deep as he possibly can has you clawing your nails into the wood beneath you. Your body shakes uncontrollably and you circle your hips, not sure if you’re trying to escape the sensation or scramble closer to it.

Nick repeats the motion until he’s so deep it hurts and you feel as though your muscles are cramping. The pain and pleasure wash over you in equal and immense waves, rendering you incapable of coherent thought. Your body moves mindlessly when you reach out to brace your palms against Nick’s stomach in a wordless bid for him to back off and the stinging slap across your cheek sends you hurtling right back down to Earth.

His face is worryingly angry now and it makes you want to cower. With nowhere to go, all you can do is mewl helplessly when he yanks one of your thighs around his pelvis and shoves the other leg towards your chest. The position has you completely exposed, your leaking pussy on full display as he splits you open with his cock. A jarring soreness blossoms from where his swollen cock stabs persistently against your tender cervix. Your damp palms slap noisily against the hard surface beneath you as you try to drag your body away in search of some relief.

“You wanted this so bad, don’t run from it now,” Nick hisses, pinning your hips down as he begins to fuck into you savagely. “What did you expect me to do when you came in here batting your eyes and practically dripping on my floors? If you didn’t want daddy to fuck you like a little tramp, you really shouldn’t have done that.”

Nick pounds into you so hard that your tear-filled eyes roll back and you’re moaning in the most unbecoming way. Your throat is dry and raw and you know you’re moments away from what is beginning to feel like the best orgasm you’ve ever had. When your eyes return to their rightful place, they clash with Nick’s and your brows furrow as you’re met with staggering pleasure at the passionate, lustful heat that burns there. 

As he pounds into your sweet, slippery pussy, Nick tries to ignore how your face is crinkled in ecstasy as you watch him with blatant adoration. Admittedly, the pornographic way you’re responding has him hardening noticeably, but that doesn’t matter. Staring into your wide and doting eyes, he doesn’t want you to think he gives a shit about your pleasure. This isn’t special to him.

Crashing a clammy palm against your cheek, Nick forces your head to the side with jolting swiftness. He wrangles your legs while still fucking into you and manages to skillfully flip you over onto your stomach. With your thighs pressed together in this position, Nick feels impossibly large and the sensation of unbearable fullness has drool trickling from your parted lips.

“Please...oh god,” you choke out, the words slurring out from your slack mouth. “I can’t, daddy. It hu—.”

“Hurts?” he barks, cutting you off. “It hurts? Good. That’s good, baby. That’s what you need.”

As your hands scramble for purchase and your upper body slides across the desk with each punishing forward motion of Nick’s hips, you scatter the stack of papers he had so neatly gathered earlier. A sheet clings to your sweaty palm and another slips under your face as you rest your burning cheek against the cool wood. With tears flowing and drool dribbling steadily from your lips, pools of liquid gather and begin to smear the black ink of the presumably important document you lay upon. You shove the paper away from your sticky face and Nick catches sight of the smudged type, slamming a palm down on the ruined document.

“You’re making a fucking mess of my work,” he growls, lifting and then shoving your head so that your skull thunks against the desk. “Maybe I should make a mess of this pretty pussy. Huh? Should I?”

All you can do is whine pitifully in response; you’re too scared of angering Nick further and given the way he pins you in place and buries his cock all the way to the root, you’re utterly mindless. With a sharp slap on your ass and a powerful thrust, you’re finally hit with a rattling orgasm that forces you to lose control of your body. Your arms flail wildly at your sides and your knees shake and buckle as your pussy spasms with release. 

“Nasty slut…creaming all over my cock like that,” Nick grunts, revealing his own wavering control as he grits the words through clenched teeth. “Such a bad, bad girl.”

His words embarrass you and you wonder whether you are a bad person for getting off on this. Tears spill rapidly and you sniffle as you choke back a blubbering cry while Nick still grinds unwaveringly against your backside, fucking you through your orgasm until you grow horribly sensitive. All the while, he continues berating you, shaming you for letting him fuck you and for finding release on your stepfather’s cock.

“I’m s-s-sorry,” you stutter pathetically, your broken sobs only fueling Nick’s hunger to destroy you wholly.

Another swift slap halts your warbled words as Nick palms your face and presses it firmly into the desk, forcing your cheek into the puddle of drool you’ve left beneath yourself. You try to squirm out of his hold and away from the cold, slick mess, but he’s relentless and easily keeps you in place. Following a whine of protest, Nick leans in to spit harshly in your face. The hot saliva slips over your nose and lips before joining yours on the desk below.

“Lick it up,” he demands, pressing more intently on the hand braced against your face. 

Your jaw vibrates and lips quiver as you begrudgingly open your mouth and the tip of your tongue peeks out. Nick grows impatient and slaps you once more, prompting you to obey his orders more quickly. He watches with rapt interest as your tongue sweeps through your combined saliva. The obscene sight finally halts his gyrating hips and he tucks his pelvis snugly against your own as he sees you obediently lapping at the puddle.

“That’s it, there you go,” he purrs, his cock retracting with surprising ease until he’s nearly slipped free from your soaked pussy. “Maybe your real daddy would have stayed if he knew what a good girl you can be.”

“Nick, p-please,” you beg as you twirl your hips in search of more friction; seeking out the feeling of him buried back inside you. 

You’re so close and — with all shame long forgotten in the heat of your neediness — you want nothing more than for the man who serves as the only father figure in your life to make you cum. It’s undignified and it’s sinful, but you are far beyond caring. Nick answers your unspoken question with both force and fervor, slamming so deep and hard into your depths that your pussy produces an embarrassingly wet squelch and your juices splash against your thighs and his.

“Guess you couldn’t make him stick around by showing him what a well-trained whore you are, huh? But you had no issue trying that shit on me. Thought that would fill the void, didn’t you? Fucking your own goddamn stepdad,” Nick rambles, growling and mindless as he stuffs and stretches you to your absolute limit. 

His hands claw at your bare shoulders until they both eventually find purchase around your delicate throat. Angling you up, he crushes your smaller form to his firm chest, his hot breath brushing past your over-heated cheeks as he pants rapidly against the shell of your ear. Sweat drips down his forehead and lands on your collarbone before trickling along your cleavage. His warm lips brush your sensitive earlobe when he snarls his next words.

“Tell me…is there anything fatherly about the way I’m giving you this cock?”

The sound that erupts from your chest is that of a wounded animal; distressed and bleating. Seemingly fueled by your agonized noises and the sheer wrongness of his own words, Nick pounds harder into you with a renewed vigor as he brutishly slams your chest forward and pins you against his desk once more. 

He plants his feet beside yours and practically climbs on top of you as something animalistic and carnal blooms within him. Nothing matters to him except the rabid desire to overpower you and fill you full of his seed. The very thought of watching his thick cream drip from your used body has his head spinning and his dick swelling so much you squeal with discomfort. 

Your pelvis bumps painfully into the sharp edge of the desk and though you know the soft flesh will surely bruise, you can’t focus on anything but how full you feel. Before you have a chance to beg Nick for mercy, an oppressive heat begins between your legs and your stomach lurches. 

“F-fuck, I think I’m gonna—”

You aren’t given the chance to finish the statement before Nick is preventing the words from emitting from your lips. He slams a heavy palm over your mouth, fingers digging into your cheekbones as he leans in close.

“Shut up, I don’t fucking care,” he grunts. “Don’t wanna hear you…don’t wanna hear your fuckin’ mouth. Just wanna hear how fucking soaked this pussy is. She wants my cock so fuckin’ bad…just stay still for me and take it.”

He punctuates the notion with several determined thrusts which fill the room with the sound of your wetness and the deplorable smacking of colliding flesh. With your fingers and toes curling along with your arching spine, a blinding orgasm overcomes you. Your legs shake as your core constricts until Nick can barely move, though that doesn’t prevent him from trying. 

Among a litany of loud curses — his voice sharp and strained — Nick fucks into you with harsh but shallow movements; your trapped moans further dampen his sweaty palm as he muffles your pleasured exhalations. His cock spears your sore cunt, every ridge and vein lightning your nerve endings on fire with each drag of the hard flesh. 

A garbled sound claws its way up Nick’s throat and you know what’s about to happen. You try helplessly to shift away and force him to pull out, although when he snatches your wrists and pins them against your lower back with both of his hands, his full body weight laid over top of yours, you know it's of no use.

Every pulse and twitch of his cock has you inching towards another orgasm as each muscle in your own body tremors with exertion. Just when you’re about to tumble over the precipice, Nick ceases moving altogether. All you can do is lie there and take it while Nick explodes with an echoing roar, his engorged cock throbbing as he floods your sopping pussy and drenches your womb with ropes of his hot cum. You begin to writhe beneath him, uttering a hoarse whine that quickly morphs into a cry of desperation. 

“Don’t stop,” you plead, almost in tears.

He continues releasing into your pliant body, a shudder coursing through him as his cock jerks, still buried balls deep in your messy cunt. You manage to free your wrists from Nick’s grip, but he refuses to let you up. Even picking up on the distant sound of the front door opening then rattling shut, he won’t move. Your blood runs cold when you hear your mother’s swift approach, her keys jingling loudly with every determined step. 

A sigh of relief escapes you once she passes and detours towards the kitchen, however that moment of calmness is short-lived as Nick ruts insistently against you. Although his cock softens within your silken walls, it remains swollen enough to stimulate you with every pump of his hips. Your peep of surprise prompts his over-sensitive cock to jump and he grinds into you with purpose. He swore not to care about your pleasure, but he longs to watch you fall apart for a third time. He needs you to cum for him again.

“Better be quiet, little girl,” Nick warns, curling over you and inserting three long fingers into the moist recess of your mouth as he humps weakly against you. “Unless you want your mother to come in here and find you…see you being used like a sloppy whore by your stepdaddy. I don’t think she’d be very proud knowing what a slut she raised.”

Nick’s vicious words send a burst of ashamed heat racing through your whole body, although the burning sensation only seems to gather directly between your slick thighs. Your clit pulses with every harshly spoken syllable and that combined with the hot, sticky stimulation from his half-hard cock — lazily fucking your cum-filled pussy and rubbing you just right — sends you over the edge.

Without warning, your entire body stiffens and you do your best to subdue your pleasured groan as you suck the digits stuffed between your lips. Your cunt is aching and tender, but still manages to ripple and clench so forcefully around Nick’s length that he slides right out of you; a warm rush of your juices and his abundant cum pouring out in thick rivulets which collect messily in his pubic hair and drip to the floor between your bare feet. 

Before you truly have an opportunity to revel in your release, Nick is interrupting the euphoric moment by yanking you upright and spinning you round to face him. You tip your head up to meet his chilly stare, struggling to focus your bleary eyes on his attractive face. A face which displays none of the discomposure you feel in your current frazzled and fucked-out state. Nick smiles in a way that makes your skin crawl, the sight of his gleaming white teeth more predatory than affectionate or comforting.

“Get on your knees. Suck me clean,” he utters with false patience, the infernal spark in his eyes simply daring you to say no.

Gulping audibly, you grip the edge of the desk to stabilize yourself as you drop to the hard floor with shaky legs. Your knees settle uncomfortably on the unforgiving wood and the musky scent of sweat and sex surrounds you. Nick studies you unflinchingly, his eyes boring into you as you observe his flaccid cock, still smeared with your combined fluids.

As you lean forward, you swear you can hear Nick gasp shakily. For once, you feel as though you have the upper-hand. You move with calculated delay as you walk the tips of your fingers up his muscular thighs before wrapping them around the waistband of the disheveled pants that hang loosely from his hips. Another tense moment passes. You can feel him growing impatient and choose not to push your luck. You want to be good for him, after all.

The flavor that assaults your taste buds as your tongue flicks out to tentatively lick the soft flesh presented to you has you eagerly wrapping your lips around the head of Nick’s cock. He groans at the wet heat of your mouth and you groan at the balmy, silky weight of his length against your tongue. You suck gently, admiring the way you taste together; Nick’s sweat and cum are salty and potent, your own juices more subtle and sweet. The perfect amalgamation; mingling in a heady and complimentary mixture, but each distinct in their own way. 

You can’t get enough and you engulf Nick with your mouth, cheeks hollowing as you suckle determinedly. His cock feels heavy and strange in its lax state, but you swallow him skillfully nevertheless. The pulsing suction of your greedy mouth prompts Nick to plant both of his hands around the back of your skull and pull you forward until your face is buried in the thatch of hair at the root of his length and cum smears along the bridge of your nose and your cheek. 

“Such a sweet thing,” he murmurs, his words encouraging you to bathe him in your saliva until all that remains is the untainted taste of his flesh.

When your swirling tongue brushes the delicate skin of Nick’s now-empty balls, he yanks your mouth away; his cock twitches at the thought of you slurping obediently there and he knows just how risky that will be with your mother and his wife merely a room away. Instead, he hastily shoves himself back into his boxers, fixes his pants, and plops into the previously vacated leather chair. He adjusts the bunched sleeves of his tee and smooths his hands over the open lapels of his shirt. You remain perched on your knees — disheveled and expectant, your dress a wrinkled mess — awaiting some sort of acknowledgement from your stepfather. 

Nick leans his elbows on the surface of his desk and begins to rifle through the stack of confidential papers he’d fucked you over, annoyed at the stains of sweat, spit, and tears. He returns to his work like you’re not even there. Your stomach drops and your eyes mist over with a sting of disappointment. Though you know it is childish to have expected him to praise you or hold you after — not to mention dangerous if you hope to protect the secret you now share — you can’t help the hope you have for him to at least say something to you. Rather, he proceeds as if nothing has happened between you.

“I have work to do,” Nick informs you coldly, not even sparing a single glance in your direction. “You should go get cleaned up.”

Seeing no movement from you, Nick finally offers his attention. The emptiness in his blue eyes makes you shudder and the way he curls his lip in what can only be described as disgust finally prompts the tears gathering in your eyes to spill forth. Of course you were stupid to expect any sort of affection or appreciation from the wicked man. He’s acting as if nothing has happened because it hasn’t…not for him anyway. You were nothing more than a fuck to him. A hole. A means to find release.

With that in mind, you rise clumsily to your feet and scurry with haste towards the door. Deep down, you’re still hoping for Nick to call out to you, to say something that will let you know this interaction meant anything to him the way it had for you. But the silence you’re met with hurts more than any of the nasty, insulting things he’d said to you earlier. 

The skin of your thighs sticks together as you make your exit, a cruel reminder of how callously your stepfather has used you. You swipe agitatedly at your face, smearing your tears and the drying cum from your skin. Though you fight to bury the sobs that bubble up from deep in your chest, one sad and strangled sound escapes you. And it makes Nick smile when he hears; satisfied with his efforts, knowing he has you right where he wants you yet again.

Sebastian Stan Masterlist || Writing Masterpost

[erodasfishtacos]

HSLOT PHILLY

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Harry is predictable.

He falls into the same patterns during every tour since he was on the Up All Night with One Direction.

The excitement that comes with the first couple of shows begins to fade as he starts his world wide tour that doesn’t end for nearly eight months.

His constant adrenaline wears off and his exhaustion from not having toured in two years settles deep in his bones.

YN senses it from a mile away, has nearly eleven years experience dealing with her jet-lagged, exhausted, and stubborn husband.

It hits the day of the Philadelphia show, they got in late the night before, and YN always set her alarm for seven thirty in the morning to workout.

Ninety-five percent of the time, Harry got up with her and they either did a jog around the new city or they took advantage of the in-hotel gym.

Four percent of the time, he would whine and tug the comforter over his head, whimpering, “M’too tired, baby. Stay in bed w’me.”

And then the one percent, which was today.

The alarm emits a low, constant beep that rouses YN, in the time she takes to rub her eye and come back into reality - Harry hisses with a sharp edge, “Turn tha’ fuckin’ thing off.”

She bites her tongue at his tone, reaching to turn it off but she can already tell what day they’re going to have.

YN slips out from under the covers and automatically gets a comment from her husband, it another whiney demand, “Cover m’feet, y’too the blanket off them.”

“Yes, your majesty,” YN replies reproachfully, rearranging the blankets before quietly moving around the room to change.

“Stop makin’ so much noise.”

“Turn off tha’ light.”

“S’too early f’this, d’you not care that m’tired?”

She chooses to ignore the remarks, hoping that he can sleep off the attitude.

When YN is about to leave, he grumbles, “Y’need to kiss me goodbye.”

Harry purses his lips for a soft kiss, not moving a muscle, and after that - she leaves to head down to the gym.

YN is required a body guard, definitely when she isn’t with Harry or a group of people, and she decided not to follow those rules today.

She had her TPWK water bottle in hand, a cute workout set on ***, and her AirPods tucked in her ear with some Spice Girls playing.

It’s only about twenty minutes into her exercise, a light jog on the treadmill, that a young girl slips up beside the machine.

YN is kind, stopping the belt to smile for a selfie before the girl scampers off and she resumes her run - music blasting.

However, what YN didn’t know, is that fans had found out early in the morning which hotel they where at and a hoard was rushing towards the small gym.

It’s not even ten minutes later when a swarm of fans in rushing into the work area, lining up around her machine with their phones flashing and recording.

She tries to be nice, “Hey! Uh, I’m just trying to workout. I’m sorry, but no pictures please.”

Then there is loud protest and people shoving each other, begging and pleading for a selfie or for her to sign something - all because she was Harry’s wife.

There is literally no exit to escape to, so she relents and anxiously calls Frank - one of the body guards - to come retrieve her.

-

The whole way back up to her hotel room, Frank is lecturing her about safety and how she could have gotten hurt.

And when he scans the keycard for her hotel room, she feels her stomach drop because Harry is sat against the kitchen counter.

His brown locks are rumpled and going every which way, just in his briefs that are low on his narrow hips, and absolutely irate expression on his face.

“Are y’fuckin’ kiddin’ me?” Harry snaps, brow furrowed and jaw clenched - his arms were crossed tightly against his chest.

“Good morning to you, sunshine,” YN mutters, shutting the door and kicking off her tennis shoes to the side.

“Don’t,” Harry replies sourly, “Please explain t’me why I get woken up by Frank to be told y’getting mobbed in the gym? And y’didn’t to call him.”

YN bristles at his tone, giving him a pointed look as she steps further into the room, “It’s not a big deal. I just wasn’t thinking.”

“Y’right about that, y’weren’t thinkin’. It is a big deal, y’could have gotten hurt - shouldn’t have t’babysit m’own wife,” Harry huffs, stomping back over to the bed and sliding back under the covers.

“You better watch your tone-“

They’re interrupted with a knock to their door, Harry throws the covers over his head and leaves YN to open the door.

It’s Jeff, who barges in with a coffee in one hand, “Come on, H. Did you forget? You have soundcheck early today and then you have to meet with FullStop to review the details of that new merchandise contract.”

“No, move it,” The popstar groans, muffled from the heavy blankets over him, and his manager and wife give each other a knowing look.

“We can’t. Get up, we need to leave in fifteen,” Jeff replies casually, unbothered as he sips from his to-go mug.

It has Harry dramatically ripping off the covers and getting out of bed, as he charges off towards the bathroom, he shouts backwards, “Wish someone would have fuckin’ told me! Like m’manager or m’wife!”

“Oh my god, here we go,” YN groans quietly to Jeff, snatching up the few things she needs for the venue as well as Harry’s and shoving them in his duffle.

He comes out a few moments later, dressed in running shorts and a vintage Queen shirt - going to tug on his Nikes without a word to either.

But in true Harry fashion, even when he’s mad, he’s still a gentleman. He slips the duffle off his wife’s shoulder so she doesn’t have to carry it.

“Thank you,” She murmurs but he avoids eye contact, being the first to open the hotel room and trudge towards the awaiting car.

It’s a quiet ride, Harry looks out the window with a deep frown and puffy eyes - eyes heavy from the lack of sleep.

Usually, he’d be curled into YN - snuggling as close as possible and asking for her to pet his hair to soothe him.

Not today. But he does have his hand on her thigh.

There’s already fans at the arena and Harry doesn’t acknowledge them - keeps his head down and walks quickly into the private entrance past the barricades.

When a irritated fan screams, “Asshole! We waited all night here for you!”

YN watches as Harry goes to turn, to say something but she pushes him forward through the door to prevent him from doing something he’d regret when wasn’t in a foul mood.

They manage through the long hallways, filled with bustling tour crew, and everybody there to make the show happen.

Sound check isn’t as fun as it usually is, the band stays low-key when Harry does exactly what he needs to do and nothing more.

And after the merch meeting, Harry has reached his limit apparently.

He was so tired, so fucking moody that he couldn’t deal with anymore human interaction.

YN has to step in when she gets a text from Harry Lambert.

Come get your husband. Sarah’s Kitchen.

She sighs, excusing herself from hanging out with Jeff and Glenne - she can hear him from the hallway and now she’s finally get irritated.

“I asked for that specific brand. It’s literally one of the only things I’ve asked for on this tour.”

YN takes a deep breathe before stepping in, there are crew trying not to stare as Harry complains to Sarah about something unimportant.

“Harry,” She says flatly, “Come on.”

He snatches his water bottle and follows his wife out without another word, trailing behind until they end up in his dressing room.

“You need to stop. You’re being a literal nightmare today,” YN tells him, watching him as he digs in the duffle.

“Where is m’charger? Did y’not pack it?” He ignores her words.

“I must have forgot. Harry, I know you’re tired but you can’t be treating everyone like-“

Harry pushes back the bag, seething for no reason, “I’ll treat people however the fuck I want!”

“You’re acting like a spoiled popstar right now,” YN replies, attempting to stay level-headed and calm with him.

“S’my show! M’tour!”

“Yes and everyone is here to support you and you’re treating them like shit. Including me, I’m your wife - the one person in the world that’s here for you no matter what and you’re being downright mean.”

“Y’so fuckin’ sensitive,” Harry mutters angrily, digging around to try to find a charger in a different bag.

And…that stung a bit.

When he doesn’t get a response, he looks up and notices how her demeanor had changed - it brings him back to reality for a little bit.

“I’m not going to stay here and be talked to like that because you don’t feel good. I’ll leave you alone because you are being insufferable.”

“Bab-“

YN is already out the door, storming back to Sarah’s kitchen to apologize for her husband’s diva behavior and everyone shrugs her off - knowing it’s not her fault.

She is sat down with the band and a few others when her husband saunters in, he doesn’t look at anyone else as he walks up to his wife.

“Baby, can I talk to you?” He mumbles, his warm hand coming to cup her shoulder.

“Harry,” YN says back, they’ve been together for so long that those words are all she needs to say for him to formulate a response.

“Come nap w’me please, need you. I’ll apologize t’you,” Harry says, his palm encompassing and big on her.

“Harry,” She repeats.

The crew looks on in amusement as Harry huffs, he lifts his head and speaks loudly to the room at once, “I apologize for my behavior. I have no excuse for getting upset like I have been today. I hope you guys can forgive me.”

Everyone assures him that they forgive him, most of them have dealt with actual spoiled celebrities and Harry was just having a bad day (which still really wasn’t that bad.)

“Okay, come on, bunny,” YN agrees, satisfied and can’t help but smile a bit when she stands up and Harry automatically intertwines their fingers to hold her hand.

The sofa in his dressing room folds out to be a bed and they still had hours before the show.

Once they’ve locked the doo and settled down on the mattress - they’re both laying on their sides, facing each other.

“M’sorry, darlin’,” Harry whispers, “I haven’t been very nice t’you today. I was just upset about the gym thing and just being so tired.”

YN hums, combing throwing his fluffy curls with her fingers as his hands explore over her hips and belly like always.

“You always get like this every once in a while on tour, like a little spoiled popstar,” YN says softly, no sharpness in her tone, “You also need to be nice to your wife.”

“M’always nice t’my wife,” He mumbles childishly, leaning forward to nip at her chin, “I am sorry, know tha’ when I act like that it embarrasses you.”

“You’re better than acting like that,” YN reminds him, allowing him to tug her into his warm, now bare chest, “I’m never gonna let you turn into some fame monster. You’re gonna stay the kind, funny, compassionate person I met when I was young.”

And when YN doesn’t get a reply, she glances to see Harry’s eyes shut, mouth slightly parted as he breathes rhythmically and his entire face relaxes as he sleeps.

“Still my boy,” YN murmurs lovingly, nuzzling before letting sleep overtake her.

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[nightcolorz]

Random Gotham Rogues Headcanons

(In honor of all the wonderful people who wanted more after my last post, yes I see y’all)

*Jonathan has a huge sweet tooth, the poor bastard didn’t try sugar until he was like 12 and eats candy like it’s his last meal.

*He’ll forget he needs food to live for way too long and eat a gallon of ice cream or some shit that’ll give any sensible man heart palpitations and just be like “😐👍”.

*Selina tells the newer rogues she was raised by cats to freak them out, Jervis still believes her. (Tbf, Selina does walk around with a cat tail on hissing at people and purring on their laps, I don’t blame him).

*Edward has a tiktok account that he made to fule his own ego, he’s a fragile little shit, literally all of his hate comments have video responses (as you can imagine, Edward gets A LOT of hate comments).

*One time a teenager called Edward “submissive and breedable” and he was too baffled to make a clap back.

*The Rogues have a surprising amount of stans. Ivy’s fan base consists mostly of lowly simps, Joker gets stopped on the street daily by greasy redditors and zealous scene kids.

*No one likes Joker, he thinks it’s because he’s “Batman’s favorite” (it’s not).

*For a while Joker has been insistent that he fucked Bruce Wayne once at one of his many parties, no one believes him except for Harvey (begrudgingly).

*He says it’s “Perfectly in character for Bruce” as much as he may hate it.

*Selina denies everything.

*Oswald and Jonathan share solidarity as “the weird bird people”. At first Oswald was a little put off that Jonathan only held knowledge of crows but soon got over that when he realized that now he had an excuse to infodump on someone who might actually be interested.

*Every time Jonathan visits Oswald’s aviary to pick up Nightmare and Craw Oswald jumps at the opportunity to talk about his numerous birds in excess, Jonathan’s a surprisingly good listener.

*Despite Edward and Joker’s long term rivalry Edward has remained relatively civil when faced with Joker’s constant egging on. That is until one iconic day in Arkham Asylum when Edward beat the absolute, ever loving shit out of Joker in the cafeteria. To this day no one knows what exactly got him to snap, not even Joker.

*Harley keeps a scrapbook about all her misadventures + friendships as a rogue, she has a habit of taking pictures of the others at the most inappropriate times (during a heist, while being beaten to a crisp by Batman, ex).

*One time Harley asked Batman to pose for a picture to put in her scrapbook, he obliged to everyone’s surprise.

*Edward is wholly insistent that he doesn’t belong in Arkham, and is convinced he’s completely sane. He’s weirdly obsessed with the fact that Oswald is sane “as well” and will make unprompted snide remarks like: “Blackgate sounds terrific, unfortunately I’ve been misplaced among MORONS, it’s a shame that the system is too incompetent to properly judge my un-categorizable psyche.”

*Oswald usually responds with a simple “🙂👍” or “ok” to avoid conflict, disagreeing with Edward could be catastrophic.

*Art therapy is an occupational hazard for all the Arkham staff. (Seriously, who thought giving super villains an outlet to express themselves was a good idea).

*Edward can’t draw so he spends his time harshly criticizing the other rogues art, that’s caused more than a few fights. The one time Edward’s ever actually done art in art therapy was when he drew a green triangle and explained in complex detail how he colored it to perfection.

*Jonathan is no longer allowed to share his art with the group before having it reviewed by a staff member after emotionally scarring a few patients. He’s one of the few rogues who presents his art every time, just to see the disturbed looks on the others faces when he explains whatever twisted art piece he came up with this time.

*Jervis is probably the most dedicated artist of the bunch, he‘s not allowed to make himself any hats (for obvious reasons) but he’s still a very skilled seamstress and has a very interesting art style (Jervis tries not to draw anything explicitly linked to Alice in Wonderland in fear of getting repercussions, as rogues often do when they engage with their ‘personas’).

*Harvey isn’t very technically skilled in drawing, but Harv usually spices their art up enough to make it interesting. Their drawings are always two themed, as expected. One time Edward criticized a painting of theirs for being “too unrealistic” and Harv had to manually restrain himself from kicking Edward in the teeth.

*Victor can’t draw either, but he writes pretty good poetry. His writing is excessively melodramatic and flowery, and his themes even more so. Half of the presentation period is spent listening to Victor muse about the meaning of life or some shit, his poems are VERY long.

*Waylon and Ivy are the obligatory pretentious painters, both have a fondness for flowers (for very separate reasons). The two will often compare their paintings and wax poetics about the beauty of nature or some bullshit before never speaking again. That’s one of the positives of Art therapy, it brings rogues together who would otherwise not grant each other a passing glance.

*Group therapy is just as (if not more) atrocious than Art therapy.

*The only one who ever talks is Joker (and sometimes Harley, but way less).

*Joker is the embodiment of an irl troll, he does a much better job at getting responses from the other rogues in therapy than the therapists ever could (usually hostile responses but still).

*Occasionally a new and bright eyed therapist will try and coax childhood memories out of the rogues, it never ends well (usually with the rogue or the therapist in hysterics).

*The majority of the Arkham staff are either terribly unqualified or terrible period.

*Music Meister lived with Edward for a short while after escaping Arkham together but he was promptly kicked out because he wouldn’t stop singing.

*Selina and Ivy had a huge argument once because Selina’s cats nibbled on Ivy’s plants.

Okay this post is all ready super long so I’m gonna end it here, as I said last time I can always make more if you guys like these (I’m not running out of headcanons anytime soon!)

[mittensmorgul]

For anyone interested in long-term residence in the supernatural fandom, please have some observations I’ve made over the decade I’ve been here. Take it or leave it as you will, but I’ve found all of this info useful over the years I’ve been here.

I wrote this yesterday, and it achieved its mission of identifying the sort of folks who would react negatively to it (i.e. a lot of block lists have been updated), so now that it’s been edited for content, it’s going under a cut (because that is how we do things on tumblr in general, unless we have a deliberate purpose for annoying readers with excessively long text posts) for the sake of people who actually do care about the fandom and its history. If that’s not you or your reason for being here, then keep on keeping on with your own thing, I guess. For those who are interested, there’s a lot of fandom resources some of us have been building for years that you might enjoy knowing about.

First off, I’ve been informed by a few friends who’ve read through this for coherency’s sake that it sort of reads like a *shakes cane from porch* fandom grandma complaint, but honestly... I earned this rocking chair and goshdangit imma rock now. So apologies for any “back in my day” vibes or faint aroma of tiger balm this post might give off. Then again, it’s loosely based on a similar post from 2012 so like... time is a flat circle anyway I guess.

1. There is no such thing as “tumblr famous,” unless you’re referring to the hilarious and delightful fic of the same name (please go read it, you will cackle). Posting Hot Takes for imaginary Clout™ on this site is kind of pointless in the long run. Sure you can post solely for the sake of stirring shit and getting notes, but the majority of the folks who do aren’t long term residents of the fandom. They’re just tourists moving through our little beach town for spring break. If you’re actually intent on moving to this corner of the fandom for an extended stay, please bother to really feel out the permanent residents and understand the culture and general mood of the neighborhood. It bears no resemblance to whatever’s going on across town where all the bars and beach parities are happening, and those loud, drunken revelers are, again, gonna disappear back to their regular lives or on to the next party eventually. That doesn’t mean the fandom is dying, it’s just evolving.

(funny how I had several comments implying that I’m just trying to keep the fandom from evolving with this post, because I sincerely do want the fandom to continue on for years to come, and that is impossible without evolution. We can evolve without self-immolating, though. mostly i included point 1 for an excuse to push ancient but hilarious fanfic on you.)

2. Once you post something here, it’s been unleashed to the fandom winds. You never know where it will end up, or who will comment on it or add to it. Remember that time Misha tweeted the link to the Epic Cockles Love Story post? No? It was wild. That was 2012. They all know we’re here, and how to find us if they want to. Please don’t take it to their doorsteps.

Obviously if someone is being a dick on your posts, please feel free to block them, but the whole entire point of this site is to engage people with your posts. Being big mad that someone reblogged your post with comments or supporting evidence, or happy headcanons or “HECK THIS IS GREAT BECAUSE (insert personal story about their experience or whatever else made them Feel Things about your post)” is frankly ridiculous. If your goal is to avoid any sort of engagement with your posts, then maybe try instagram instead. From what I understand, there is a SPN fandom presence there, and nobody can tarnish your original posts with unwanted commentary. But the ability to reblog with additional commentary is a FEATURE of tumblr that builds community through conversation. Otherwise we’re all just talking to ourselves in a vacuum, and that’s what actually kills fandoms.

(and for the folks who just want to blog how they want to blog and don’t want people to engage on their posts at all, please feel free to block anyone you want, as well... nobody wants to step on your toes, but most of us also don’t want to walk on eggshells wondering if this post is one of the “do not add comments for any reason” sorts of posts, either. This is a huge fandom and most people can’t even begin to keep track of every creator and their url du jour, and what their personal rules might be regarding interaction with their content. Including a “please don’t add comments” note at the bottom of your posts-- and not in your tags that won’t even show up on reblogs, but in the actual body of the post-- would sincerely help avoid any awkward or unwanted interactions, too. At the end of the day, you are in control of your own fandom experience and the block button exists.

For the record, I block zero fandom blogs (which is why I posted this, I wanted it to reach a wide scope... refer to the opening paragraphs as to why).

3. Since this post was partly inspired by a tag I left on that post going around about how “previous tags” mean fuckall on this site (which you can read here), just a reminder that if you like someone’s tags or feel they add value to the post, part of the Peer Review structure of tumblr encourages you to PASTE THEM INTO A REBLOG. If you do this, then at least credit the person who actually wrote the tags! Don’t just copy someone else’s tags into your tags on your reblog of the post without credit either. They were not YOUR tags. (I have had this happen to tag rambles I wrote and someone else got credited with them on a subsequent reblog and it is FRUSTRATING). Just... don’t even bother to write “previous tags” because WHAT PREVIOUS TAGS?! Nobody is gonna bother to chase back the chain of reblogs trying to find where the mystery tags came from, friendos. That way lies madness.

(for the record, since some folks seemed to focus on this point solely, writing “previous tags” on a post isn’t inherently a BAD thing, but for anyone who actually is here for more than one-off shitposting, then it’s sort of a pointless thing in the long run. This wasn’t intended to suggest people who ARE here for one-off shitposting are bad or “doing it wrong,” but for people who might actually want to preserve that hilarious joke or insightful comment. People delete posts and entire blogs all the time around here. Links break. I get that the upcoming generation just shrugs at that and moves on with their lives, but heck... you don’t have to accept that all entertainment is disposable if you don’t want to. There’s a bizarre sort of nihilism plaguing us all about the impermanence of pretty much everything that feels like something we should be fighting against rather than buying into wholesale, even in our escapist entertainment. I’m just exhausted by the complete loss of joy in community.

*shouts from the peanut gallery* IT AIN’T THAT DEEP, JUST GET SOME FRESH AIR AND LOOK AT A PUPPY OR SOMETHING

Yes... yes it isn’t really that deep, but bigger picture in the state of reality we’re all entirely disillusioned with, are we supposed to just give up on everything, including the things we cling to because they bring us a tiny spark of hope that we’re not all just trapped in this dystopian nightmare and things might actually be worth living for?

*peanut gallery clinging to burnt husks of peanuts in a barren peanut field* but this is how we have chosen to cope

Okay... you do you... I feel bad for you but if that’s the case then this post is NOT FOR YOU. AND THAT’S FINE. I honestly do not care if you don’t care! I mean, I’m sorry anyone has to live in a world that drives them to that mindset, but I understand. This post is for anyone who might look at their lives and their choices and think “no wait, I unironically enjoy this and want more from the experience of that enjoyment than I’m currently feeling.” Everyone else can continue with their lives as usual.)

4. CONTENT THEFT IS NEVER OKAY. PERIOD. Things like “credit to the artist” or tagging gifs or images you found on pinterest as “not mine” isn’t actually credit. If you can’t source an image or gif set, DO NOT POST IT! We don’t REPOST (i.e. save an image and then create a new post with it as if it was our own creation). We REBLOG (click the little square arrows and reblog from the actual creator). That goes for gif sets, fanvids, screencaps, meta, fic... everything.

(hopefully everyone here already understands this one, but I felt compelled to include some “these are stupidly obvious” reminders anyway, since this is ostensibly some sort of advice column. This is the equivalent of the warning label on your toaster reminding you not to use it in the bath. Like... duh...)

5. Close kin of item 4 is SOURCE YOUR SHIT. 

(for 100% disclosure purposes, I specifically discussed this one in this specific way because of an influx of anon ask messages I received in the wake of the finale. Literally the inciting incident for creating this entire post was what I can only assume was a joking ask about a comment Misha made at a con years ago. Someone actually bothered to take the time to type out those sentences to me. I have no idea what they were expecting in reply, or what could possibly motivate them to send this comment about something so entirely random from, again, several years ago. Just a joke? No idea, but whatever... it got me thinking that there might actually be people who are new to the fandom who MIGHT actually care about the fandom history, and maybe they just don’t know where to go for that info, or how to even begin searching through 16 years of history for things they might actually find enjoyment in, rather than just hauling random out of context garbage out on main and pointing and laughing about it now. People are actually allowed to care about things. It’s not cringeworthy to actually care about things, and you are not alone in actually caring, and there’s this whole big room over here full of people who are thrilled to share in that with you. This post is intended FOR THOSE PEOPLE SPECIFICALLY, so if that is not you, please just continue walking by.)

Yes, I know lots of y’all are new around here right now, but dredging up stuff from years ago that fandom has completely debunked and presenting it as TRU FAX again is just exhausting. We’re not trying to be party poopers, but seriously, we have seen it all and are mostly done with extinguishing bags of flaming dog poop on our front porches for the umpteenth year in a row. I’ve seen a lot of posts that have the same tone as “I saw Goody Proctor dancing with the devil” or “I heard kylo ren has an eight pack” and just... the information is there for anyone who cares enough to find it.

This goes double for “why is nobody talking about this thing I just discovered while watching the show for the first time?!” And, oh hon, we have talked it all into the ground over the last fifteen years. We’re happy you’re discovering it again, but I promise we talked about it plenty when the episodes originally aired. We have such a rich meta history that lots of us have worked really hard to preserve. I encourage you to seek it out, if nothing else than as historical artifacts. The way we have discussed the show has been a 16-year evolution. People have written literal doctoral dissertations on this show. Your shitposts are fun! We love reliving our own experience through fresh eyes, and seeing your wonder at experiencing it all again for the first time! But y’all didn’t invent this fandom in the last six months, either.

Meta Sources and Minerals provided by our friendly neighborhood fandom archivist, @lets-steal-an-archive

Academic books and articles about SPN 

A collection of Meta Essays going back to s1 and organized by topic (all of this has happened before, all of it will happen again)

SPN Heavy Meta Archive (s1-3)

Mel’s Dreamwidth archive of meta (s1-12)

Oranges8hands Dreamwidth archive of meta (s1-15, with many similar entries to Mel’s... though ymmv on viewpoint in a lot of these too)

Anyone remember Fandom Wank? Not the concept but the actual LJ... No? Okay have a link to SPN topics that ended up there. Through 2013. We have seen so much... including several fandom containment breaches.

for all your art sourcing needs, please see @theroadsofararchive, the repository for so much fandom art.

need to find a gif of something? canonspngifs is a vast repository of gifsets of the entire series. If the gif you want to use in your post happens to be the first gif in the gifset, in the tumblr gif finder thingy just paste the permalink to that post from canonspngifs (which is easily searchable by episode, character, location, situation, quotes, and sometimes even color and clothing items the actors are wearing... it’s really well organized, especially for tumblr >.>) and the first gif will be automatically linked with credit to the gif creator attached. It makes life easy that way. It’s also convenient when trying to remember something specific but can’t remember what episode it’s from. I’ve used the site to jog my memory before going to the superwiki armed with more specific search results to find episode quotes and references. Or sometimes I just scroll through all the nice gifs for fun, too.

Need a screencap of something and know exactly which episode it’s from? Try Home of the Nutty. You might not find the exact screencap you’re looking for, but they have a complete set of caps of every episode, and it’s an incredibly useful resource for quick reference checks and the like. Just give pages a chance to fully load before clicking on the next one. The site is easily overloaded, but it’s still free to use (and again, with credit... Pretty much every screencap on my entire blog is from HotN unless otherwise credited).

As you can see, this is a fandom built on preserving our history. You absolutely are not required to engage with any of this if that’s not of interest to you, but I can only assume that there are people who would be interested in it if only they knew it existed and how to find it. Well, now they do.

6. A few more notes on tags, and how they work on tumblr. The first 20 tags on your ORIGINAL posts are searchable sitewide, so if you want to be able to find something again, tag that thing first before going on general tag rambles. The only place tags on reblogs are searchable is on your own blog. So you don’t have to put 50 tags trying to get a post seen if it’s a reblog. You’re just spitting into the wind at that point. If you have a filing system for finding things again, then by all means add those tags (again, in the first 20, so they’re searchable), but you don’t need to tag a reblog “destiel” and “deancas” and “dean” and “cas” and “dean x cas” or whatever. Pick one for your personal blog’s filing system, that’s all you need.

(this was only added because tagging and searching on this site is so very broken... I get that a lot of folks don’t care about ever searching their own blogs again for anything, so this one only really applies if you do often find yourself trying to find old posts. If not, then it’s not really relevant.  It took me years to work out a decent tagging system, and at the beginning of my time here I never thought I’d end up camping out here for a decade and falling this deep into the fandom, and I regretted my lack of consistent tags only years later when I realized I actually wanted to be able to go back and find specific old posts again. So... for anyone who wants to err on the side of caution, working out a sensible tagging system really helps if you’re here for the long term. I personally tag content by episode, because some of my other general tags are so large as to be practically useless as a search term. But whatever system you choose to file stuff on your own blog, it really only has to make sense to you. And again, if this is pointless advice for someone who has no intention of settling here for the long term. Please feel free to ignore it. I just wish someone had explained it this way to me ten years ago and saved me the hassle of retroactively tagging something like 30k posts... especially now that using the mass tag replacer is the fastest way to get your entire blog deleted... oops? so yeah, don’t use the mass tag replacer either >.>)

7. Tags on Tumblr DO NOT WORK LIKE TAGS ON TWITTER. If you @ someone in the body of the post, it will show up in their notifications (if they’re the sort of person who even checks their notifications... not all of us do. For the record, I generally don’t...), but putting actor or ship names in the tags on a tumblr post does absolutely nothing. It’s not the same as tagging the actor’s twitter account in a tweet. Nobody’s getting notifications about you tagging a post about Jensen here as “Jensen Ackles.” There is a difference. Please learn it. (and don’t take headcanons and ESPECIALLY RPF or otherwise explicit art or fic from tumblr to twitter and tag the actors in it. That’s just... not okay.)

(I have seen the pearl clutchers getting all in a huff about the mere existence of RPF or even explicit content of fictional characters if it doesn’t meet their purity standards, but tagging those things allows people who don’t want to see it to actively avoid that content here. Nobody has a right to tell people their fictional content shouldn’t exist at all, or that creators of that fictional content somehow deserve harassment or threats for having dared to create such “immoral” content, won’t somebody PLEASE think of the children... and no... you do not do that here. Don’t be the problematic behavior you wish to ban from the world. Learn to use tags to protect yourself from, as i have attempted to emphasize here, fictional content you are personally upset by. That’s a you problem, not a problem for the creators of potentially upsetting content that they tag appropriately for.)

8. General formatting stuff: If you’re writing long text posts, visually break them up so people aren’t faced with one long wall of text. The enter key is your friend. Also, if you put long text posts under a Read More break and send people to your blog to finish reading, please ensure that your blog is actually visually accessible (tiny text, or light grey text on a dark grey background, or a visually busy background might be aesthetically pleasing to you but nobody can actually read it. Loads of folks won’t even try. Which is great if you don’t actually care whether people are able to appreciate your content or not, but something to at least consider if you *do* actively want to encourage engagement with your work. Confirm how your blog looks on both mobile and desktop and make sure it’s actually functional in both, too).

And since I mentioned that most of my experience on fandom tumblr has been in the SPN fandom, here’s a bit of a reminder for folks who are new around here. With the reminder that I have been here more than a decade and still feel like a newbie myself sometimes...

This is an OLD FANDOM. There are many, many people who have been at this longer than some of you have been alive. The average age for creators in this fandom is older than you think (I think of my friends in their 30′s as young’ins okay? okay). With that understood, you are responsible for the content you consume and are exposed to. Curate your experience. Ship and let ship. YKINMKATOK. Don’t deliberately expose yourself to content you find upsetting for whatever reason. Tags and warnings are your friends, not targets for you to attack in some sort of purity war. People will ship things you do not like (or in specific ways you do not like), will say things you do not agree with, and will find their happiness in things you abhor. That is not your concern. Find what you do like, and support and engage with it, and ignore (or block, or unfollow) the rest. Tumblr has a feature that lets you blacklist tags so the content you’re trying to avoid won’t appear on your dash.

Remember the paradox of tolerance.

It is not your job in fandom to police how other people enjoy the fandom. It’s not *my* job to police how *you* enjoy the fandom, UNLESS your enjoyment is in actively harming other real human beings in the fandom. If you don’t like their take on the character or the show or the plotlines or their ships or anything else, you don’t need to engage with their posts at all! The necessary corollary to this is that clarifying misunderstandings or correcting factual misinformation is not “policing.” 

(this is where the peanut gallery reminds me it ain’t that deep, and I plead with them to put down the social media and find just one (1) thing to actually believe in in this godforsaken life, find something other than disdain and cynicism and spite to live for. If those things motivate you to find a larger cause for yourself, then great, use them to your advantage, but use them to find something that makes you a better person or brings you a modicum of joy and connection to your fellow human beings despite living in a dystopian hellscape of a world)

I have seen a lot of posts lately that are founded on the sort of authority that comes with “I watched through tumblr for a few months and then watched the last three episodes of the series” and as such are just... missing the larger context of the entire show, and are unfounded entirely in canon. I 100% appreciate the new enthusiasm for the fandom that we’ve been living in here for years, and it’s wonderful to see new people enjoying the thing we love. Your headcanons are valid, you are valid, but recognize that your headcanons aren’t canon. All of us finale denialists have accepted this in some measure, so we feel you. We truly, truly feel you. But regarding actual canon, we have a resource for that: the Superwiki. Learn it, live it, love it, as Metatron would say.

(which you could discover he said in 10.17 Inside Man, thanks to the superwiki! accept no substitutes!)

(and again, there have been people who have been involved in fandom for years who haven’t engaged with canon in years, either! You can play in this universe however you choose, BUT FOR PEOPLE WHO ACTUALLY CARE ABOUT CANON AT ALL, WHICH I AM AGAIN POINTEDLY SAYING MIGHT NOT BE YOU, READER, AND I’M NOT SUGGESTING YOU ARE WRONG FOR NOT WANTING TO ACTUALLY ENGAGE WITH CANON, but if you DO want to engage with canon, please have some useful resources. Why do people feel personally attacked by being presented a list of helpful resources? Absolutely baffling.)

(also: words have definitions. “Canon” is a specific thing, meaning in this case “the finished media product that aired on television.” Anything beyond those limits is secondary canon (think: john’s journal, which is not canon but canon adjacent at best...), word of god (i.e stuff said by the writers and showrunners), or headcanon (which includes actor commentary-- they may have helped create the show with their acting choices and whatever, but they are not in control of the story overall). If there’s something you dislike about actual canon, you can reject it and supplement it with your own theories or preferred outcomes-- that’s basically what fanfic is-- but that doesn’t make your theories canon (much to all our dismay, that’s just not how any of this works. This is not to invalidate how anyone engages with the show or the fandom, just trying to clarify what seems to have been a source of unintentional misunderstandings. Your theories do not have to be “canon” to be legitimate interpretations.)

***I am setting this section apart, and did make a separate post of just this following information, because this is where we go from being relatively chill about different parts of fandom choosing to interact in different ways and you do you and blog however you want, to “hey can everybody please understand that the way you are interacting with this specific material might be harmful for specific legal reasons, and stating that you do not care about the consequences of your actions does actively make you the asshole here...” Okay, now that we have that understood:

The spnscripthunt collective has been steadily acquiring new scripts (which are posted in full on the superwiki for everyone to enjoy, for free). The language around how some folks are talking about these scripts is... concerning. For very real legal reasons, actually, and not because we’re feeling precious about the collection and don’t wike it when meanies use them in shitposts.

-First off, these scripts are not “leaks.” They are all verified and legally purchased (or gifted, in some cases, but still acquired entirely above board. we didn’t whack anyone over the head in a back alley for these scripts, or swipe them out of someone’s trailer on set).

(in case anyone was unaware, these scripts are the copywritten protected property of Warner Brothers. So yes, how we use them and share them with the fandom could have legal repercussions. We present them as a collected resource of fandom history which SHOULD fall under Fair Use doctrine, but this is untested legal water. Insinuating that the scripts are somehow not entirely legally obtained, or that posting them for public access involved less than 100% transparent and entirely legal transactions is incredibly concerning.

Once again for the peanut gallery, if you don’t care about any of that and are just having a good time with it, at least be mindful of the work and expense a large group of people have gone through to acquire and present the content you’re all too eager to exploit for cheap thrills. Some of us do actually care and are not exactly comfortable with the fact that others don’t seem to care about burning it all to the ground. We can’t force you to listen or behave as we’d hope you might, but at least be aware of the potential consequences of your actions. All we’re asking is for you to not be the douchebag who sets the whole neighborhood on fire with your illegal fireworks display. Is that too much to ask for? more on that in a second, first... a psa)

-If you see a script for sale and are unsure if it’s legit (or believe it might already be freely available in our collection), please feel free to ask us for advice. Our goal is to make as much of our fandom history available to the entire fandom, and we absolutely do not want anyone shelling out money for stuff you can already find for free.

(seriously, we’ve seen a bunch of resellers cropping up selling printed versions of the scripts we bought and uploaded for everyone to enjoy free of charge, or scripts that are otherwise of dubious origin. We’ve been at this for years now and know what’s actually out there. We don’t want anyone to fall for a scam if we can help it)

-Also, the usual reminder that the scripts we acquire ARE NOT NECESSARILY THE FINAL SHOOTING DRAFTS. In fact, the majority of scripts in our collection are NOT. Changes are made daily to scripts, even during filming. Comparing a Production Draft (white pages, effectively the first “final draft” of what usually becomes a series of drafts before filming wraps) to a much later revision (say... green or goldenrod revisions, several of which we DO have in our collection for comparison) and how those earlier drafts often differ wildly from the aired version versus how similar a much later green draft is to the aired version, for example, can teach you a lot about the television writing process. The link above to the superwiki scripts page has a nice little explainer about how this process works.

Differences between our posted scripts (many of which are white drafts, aka FIRST complete drafts, which will likely go through multiple rounds of revisions before filming even begins) and the aired version of the show are not all “acting choices” or a director or editor just cutting whole scenes on a whim. It’s insulting to everyone involved in production to suggest that’s the case.

(and yeah, fine... whatever, make any sort of posts you like regarding how those changes came about, but at the very least understand that it’s not actually the truth about how any of this works. Don’t care that that’s not the truth and want to make the posts anyway because shitposting is fun and that’s the extent of your sense of humor? FINE! You’re entitled to do that! But at least you DO know the truth now, and hopefully so do the people who engage with your posts. Deliberate ignorance isn’t cute, smooth lions notwithstanding)

There’s probably a whole other post to be made on fandom tagging etiquette, but again I don’t really use the tags enough to know what’s going on with that whole situation. I’ve also probably left a lot of stuff out, so please feel free to add things I’ve overlooked.

Thanks also to @trisscar368 and @thayerkerbasy for help compiling this, too. They were kind enough to escort me through the park to feed these pigeons. Now I need to take them out for ice cream. :’D

So I guess welcome to the neighborhood. Make yourself at home, but like... try not to trash the place while you’re here. Some of us live here by choice, lol.

[dootdootwriting]

AHHH CONGRATS ON 600!!! I hope you're doing well heehoo and if its okay can i ask for the whole alphabet with scaramouche?:3 (also pls don't overwork yourself jdjajdkdlfmmeis)

600+ event!!

this is my first time writing for scara so i hope i did okay aha,, under the cut for length!

fluff alphabet with scaramouche, gn reader, warning for inazuma quest/scaramouche backstory spoilers!!

why is his name so long

A-Activities (what do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?)

- scaramouche isn't super knowledgeable about relationships, so he'll just sort of tentatively ask what you want to do and go along with it (though he might act like it's a stupid idea the whole time). really he doesn't care what he spends his free time on as long as you're a part of it.

B-Beauty (what do they admire about their s/o? what do they think is beautiful about them?)

- well first of all, he admires the courage you've got to have to be with him in the first place. other than that, he also loves your smile (but you won't hear him tell you that out loud, unless you're not really asleep when he thinks you are)

C-Comfort (how would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?)

- another thing he's alien to. at first just starts telling you to calm down and is pretty harsh about it. when he realizes this isn't working, he'll reluctantly take you into his arms and start awkwardly patting your head. it's funny how awkward it is and you end up laughing at him about it, which makes him annoyed, but at least now you feel better.

D-Dreams (how do they picture the future with their s/o?)

- scaramouche... either wants you to be by his side as he conquers everything and shows the world just how strong he is, or he wants to do it alone. though it would be much better if you were with him and it makes him sad to think about you not being there in the end.

E-Equal (are they the dominant one in the relationship or rather passive?)

- surprisingly passive, actually. he doesn't really know what he's doing so he lets you make most of the decisions about dates and spending time together. other than that though, he likes to drag you around to do whatever he wants.

F-Fun (what do they do for fun with their s/o? what’s their idea of a fun day out?)

- what's fun? on a day off, scaramouche will wander around and ponder his own existence. you'll have to take him to a market or a park or something so he can actually experience things first - once you do, you'll find he enjoys being alone with you somewhere quiet, where he doesn't have to listen to other people.

G-Gratitude (how grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?)

- doesn't show it, but is definitely grateful, though he also doesn't know just how much of a hassle he can be. scaramouche just sort of assumed love was supposed to be unconditional... but he can tell when he's crossed a line, and he's grateful for you sticking by him despite everything.

H-Honesty (do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?)

- obviously the one big secret is how he came into being in the first place, but once he trusts you enough to tell you about his being a puppet and a test, he's in all the way. he hides little things from you before that but once he's told you, you're in it with him forever whether you like it or not, and that means he doesn't keep anything else from you.

I-Inspiration (did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?)

- he's a lot more tolerable around you! you've been approached by fatui officers asking you "how do you do it?" and saying things like "thank you so much i totally thought i was gonna be yelled at today!" somehow you cool off his temper a bit.

J-Jealousy (do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?)

- JEALOUS JEALOUS JEALOUS man. he gets jealous so so easily and WILL confront you about it. after a while and once he knows he can trust you he gets jealous less frequently, because he knows you're with him for the long run.

K-Kisses (are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?).

- bad kisser at first because he's probably never been in love before. he gets the hang of it quickly though! your first kiss was because he had to shut you up and he couldn't figure out another way how so he just kissed you. you yelled at him after that.

L-Love confession (how would they confess to their s/o?)

- scaramouche confesses on purpose but in a really weird way. he plans it and everything - he takes you out to see the sunset and brings food (almost like a picnic) but then once he gets to the actual confession it's just like "how dare you do this to me? i stay awake at night thinking of you and somehow you're the most tolerable person i've ever met. childe had the audacity to call it love and to laugh at me so he got what he deserved. if you don't feel the same way i'll punch you too." but he doesn't end up having to punch you, which you're both very glad about.

M-Mornings (what’s it like waking up with them? do they sleep late or wake up before the sun rises?)

- he didn't have a reason to sleep in late until he started sleeping next to you. now he's stuck in his ridiculous sleep schedule so he always wakes up before you. but hey! bonus! now he gets to look at you while you sleep, which for some reason makes him extremely flustered (which is really cute to wake up to).

N-Nicknames (what do they call their s/o?)

- just calls you your name 🧍

O-On cloud nine (what are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?)

- when he discovered he was in love he got angry at you. then he realized it wasn't your fault, and, actually, this wasn't such a bad thing. man were you confused though. for a solid week he just yelled at you for no reason. childe guessed correctly when he realized scaramouche's more-unusual-than-usual behavior, but he had the decency to hold his tongue around you.

P-PDA (how are they with PDA? is it fun to them or are they more reserved with their affection?)

- hates pda. will hold your hand and that's it if you try to kiss him in public his face will scrunch up and his ears will pull back instinctively. then he'll avoid you for the rest of the day.

Q-Quirk (some random thing they do when they’re with you for no reason in particular)

- gently taps you at random moments, almost as if he's trying to remind himself that you're here with him.

R-Romance (how romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?)

- scaramouche tries to be romantic? he's doing his best. he tries all the gooey stuff to make you happy like buying you chocolate and giving you stuffed animals but in reality he has little to no tolerance for this kind of thing and you have to reassure him you love him, not the classic romantic things he forces himself to do. after that he stops, which is a huge relief.

S-Support (are they helping their s/o achieve their goals do they believe in them?)

- he's more focused on his own goals and climbing the fatui ladder, but he's also very invested in anything you're attempting to do. wholeheartedly believes in you, whether he outwardly expresses it or not.

T-Thrill (do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship or do they prefer certain routine?)

- scaramouche likes the security of his routine and the place your relationship is at. he gets embarrassed at pretty much any new milestone and needs some time to get to them, and he gets cranky when things change suddenly, so uh. no, he likes it better the way it is with little to no changes.

U-Understanding (how good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?)

- not very empathetic, but is very understanding. scaramouche lacks the ability to feel how you're feeling (is it because he isn't quite human?), but he does understand how you work and function, and the best ways to treat you depending on your mood.

V-Value (how important is the relationship to them? What is its worth in comparison to other things in their life?).

- since you're so important to him, you're about number two on his list of priorities, maybe almost tied with his work in the fatui. he can't stand people, but you've wormed your way into his heart, so he's not letting you go anytime soon.

W-Wild card (a random fluff headcanon?)

- any time you give him affection he's a little startled at first, but he comes to love it and eventually will ask you for hugs.

X-XOXO (Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?)

- yes but ONLY behind closed doors. he's afraid if he so much as looks at you lovingly his underlings will laugh at him, and he definitely can't have that. when you two are alone, however, he absolutely cannot get enough of your touch.

Y- Yearning (how will they cope when they are missing their partner?)

- angry angry angry and makes it everyone's problem. when you get back from your trip the mood is dark and agents are running up to you like you're their savior "OH GOD YOU'RE BACK THANK EVERYTHING PLEASE SAVE US."

Z-Zeal (are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind?)

- he would literally kill for you (please tell him not to)

[galkyrie]

if you’re open to talking about fates’ rn, i have. questions. okay. i get why jason’s hurt and unsure and still needs space yes but. the interaction with tim just doesn’t fit with how he talked barbara and bruce about it?? i just don’t see how he can hurt tim more? like, even unintentionally, and with tim being kinda an idiot, i’m not really able to see how jason said all that. (and i wanna add a massive thank you for actually writing this brilliant chokehold of a story that’s driving me mad)

Hi, thank you for reaching out! I usually don't comment for like a week after since I know people don't read stuff immediately, but I'll just put the plot-relevant answer under a read-more so hopefully nobody who cares about spoilers will read it without realizing:

The key between those conversations and the one with Tim is the layer of separation. Talking to B and Babs about him has different context than talking to Tim about it- it's fresh, he's been having a hard time processing it because (and this is totally a situation of his own making) he doesn't have all the information- just a bunch of anxiety and hurt. And, thanks to Tim's habits- nobody else has many answers that'll be at all helpful either.

But talking to Babs is a step removed from the source, y'know? And she's easily the most reliable when it comes to remaining logical for interpersonal drama that doesn't involve her. He can talk about this whole mess and try to see the bigger picture. It's easier to take a step back when it's not Tim looking him in the face as he acknowledges that some of this hurt is his own fault. Basically, he can play at being in a place where he's being reasonable about this.

And with Bruce- he can redirect some of the anger he has about *waves hand at entire situation* because Bruce's pattern of leaving Tim to handle shit he personally emotionally doesn't want to deal with because he will is something he can find some high ground on, even when he's acknowledging his own role in that hurt. It still has that distance, and he knows he has a point. But even this is lashing out- even if it feels righteous (and even if Bruce totally deserves the 'what the actual fuck, man?' conversation.) Barbara directly asks him not to do anything rash and he disregards it because of emotion and does what he thinks will get him answers and feel best about doing it- he's not thinking clearly here either.

It's not until Tim shows up uninvited (even if not entirely unexpected, because of course Tim's gonna jump to a conclusion and take his chance to see if Jason is passively reaching out) at what could be considered a literal monument to the relationship they were building while Tim was withholding information (justified or not, he was) that him being unreasonable is nakedly exposed. He's not in a place where he's been reasonably sifting through information and trying to see Tim's point of view. He's been marinating in how hurt he is. And he dumps all of that in Tim's lap without any intention of hearing him out, after Tim realizes his mistake and tries to leave.

It's definitely not like, fair of him to have done and is a recipe for regret and hurt. I just thought it was how he'd handle it (poorly) so soon after getting his shit emotionally rocked by the revelation and having his passive avoidance of actually talking to Tim about any of this interrupted by the man just literally showing up.

[juhaksworld]

TBZ reactions to you forgetting what day their birthday is

(not exactly an au but let’s just pretend you can’t look up their birthdays online bc they’re idols lol)

Sangyeon:

lowkey hurt. (you meanie -_- ) like one day you were sitting together talking and you were like “oh my goodness I’m so excited for my birthday in a few months bc it’ll be a reason for us to get the day off and spend all day together and he’ll be like “we could do that for my birthday too!” and you’d be like “.....yeahhhhh!!!!! but ummm when is your birthday?? I’m really sorry I forgot. I’m terrible at remembering dates and stuff” and he’d be like “in two weeks” and you’d instantly feel so bad bc this poor boy deserves better (you meanie x2) you’d keep apologizing and he’d forgive you in his heart but he’d pretend to be sad the rest of the day just to make you feel bad ( as you deserve ) and you’d like make it up to him by planning this super sweet day with him and get him the awesomest gift and he’d tell you he wasn’t actually mad at you for forgetting but you’d make sure never to forget any important date again bc having sangyeon sad/upset with you was too heart wrenching,, even if it was just a joke.

Jacob:

you’d be like going through your calendar at the beginning of the year making sure you have everyone’s birthdays put in correctly and you’d casually ask him when his was and he’d be like “????” thinking it was a joke since y’all had been dating for like 3 years. and then you’d look up and realize how awful you must seem for not remembering so you’d make excuses like “i knowwww when your birthday is i’m just double checking….*blushes*” jacob would start giggling and then come sit beside you and hug you and be all sweet and say something like “ahh it’s alright! don’t feel bad at all!” but then he wouldn’t tell you to make you feel bad and you have to go searching through your pictures from last year to find the right day. he’d just laugh bc he knows you didn’t forget bc he’s not important,,, you’re just kinda forgetful. he’d tease you about it a lot. maybe he’d pretend to forget your birthday one day just to get back at you lol.

Younghoon:

he would think you were joking at first and be like “stahpppp you know when my birthday is!” and you’d be like “ummmm hoonie i don’t actually” and then he’d just be like shocked and a little hurt and then he’d start explaining to you about how his birthday was in fact the DAY OF HIS BIRTH INTO THIS WORLD and without his birthday there would be no Kim Younghoon. and you’d just be like “i know...why birthdays umm..are important hoonie” but he’d keep lecturing you about why you should remember and you’d feel so bad. he wasn’t upset,,, just shocked you could forget something like that. eventually you’d be like “i understand hoonie” and make an excuse to leave the room and then you’d call chanhee and desperately ask him to tell you when hoonie’s birthday was. chanhee would laugh at you but finally give in and then you’d rush back to hoonie and be like “BAEEEEEE YOUR BIRTHDAY IS AUG. 8TH!!!!!!” and he’d be like “duhhh” anyways,,, you’d avoid bringing that situation up with him or chanhee bc it was too embarrassing.

Hyunjae:

after he realized you were serious he’d just laugh in your face. like he wouldn’t be hurt at all he’d just think it was hilarious,, especially since you were so flustered about it and embarrassed for forgetting. he’d go on and on with you about how you “ForGOt HiS biRthDay” and you’d be pretty sure it was in the first half of Sept. but you just weren’t 100% positive, but he wouldn’t tell you and he wouldn’t let any of the other boyz tell you either. then at the end of the day he’d ask for your hand and you’d give it to him...a little afraid of what he was gonna do with that black marker he was holding. he’d write “SEPTEMBER 13TH 1997” in bold thick lettering on your wrist. and you’d be like “SKJDKDJFKSJDH WHY’D YOU WRITE THAT SO BIG WITH A MARKER??? NOW IT WON’T COME OFF!!!!” and he’d just laugh and be like “well,,, hopefully you won’t forget my birthday now!” then he’d kiss you on the cheek and run away for his life.

Juyeon:

clueless,,, he’d be like “you forgot my birthday?? for real? this isn’t a prank?” and you’d be like “i’m sorry T-T” he’d do that face like he’d just blink a couple of times looking at you with a slightly disappointed blank face like “ur serious bae?” and you’d try so hard not to laugh bc he looked so funny and cute but you’d feel so guilty. so you’d go on to explain that you were just having a “blond moment” and you couldn’t think of it. you knew when his birthday was...you were just blanking out right then. so you’d change the subject and cross your fingers that you would remember his birthday later and then you’d write it down 30 different times in different places and add a reminder for his birthday and a reminder to remember his birthday bc,,, you never wanted to admit to juyeon that you actually forgot his birthday. he was always so good at remembering all the important dates that had anything to do with you,,, so you wanted to be better at remembering as well 

Kevin:

he’d be so butt hurt over this oml. he would 100% never tell you and just sulk all day bc he always makes such a big deal out of your birthday that takes weeks of planning and you just ??FORGOT?? his???? a baby lol. even after you remembered and very loudly exclaimed “OOOOHHHHH YEAHHH OFC!!!! HOW STUPID OF ME FOR FORGETTING” he’d still sulk. you’d have to do some serious explaining of yourself and apologizing and everything. he’d watch you put it in your calendar and turn on reminders every day for a week leading up to his bday. would quiz you randomly after that asking you if you remembered his birthday. you’d have to prove your loyalty to him by remembering some small detail about him that was super important to him before he would completely forgive you.

Chanhee:

disappointed but not surprised lol. would just roll his eyes and be like “why must you be this way?” you’d feel bad,,, but not like super embarrassed bc he wouldn’t make a big deal about it. would tease you a little bit and pretend to be hurt,, but you would know he was just pretending. would ask you if you remembered other ppl’s bdays and when you could,,, he’d tease you even more “i feel like i should be jealous, y/n, that you remember juyeon’s birthday so quickly but not mine...your own bf of 2 years” he’d keep asking you randomly throughout the day if you could remember,,,, and when you finally did remember ( or you secretly asked on of the other boyz ) he would stop teasing you as much and just tell you you had to get a certain (expensive) gift for his birthday to make up for forgetting lmao

Changmin:

Laughs when you ask when his birthday is and then after a minute he’s like “wait--- you were being serious???” and you wouldn’t want to admit it bc you know he can get offended easily over certain things sometimes so you’re like “well...i mean...i know when it is...i just can’t..umm...remember...right now….” *nervous laugh* he wouldn’t exactly be upset..more surprised and a little confused like how do you literally forget your own bf’s birthday you weirdo. he’d just give you this judging look like “????” and that would make you feel even worse than if he openly was offended...somehow. anyway you’re like “i’ll just----- wait until it comes back to me...never mind” and you’ll quickly walk away or change the subject bc you hate having him look at you like you’re the biggest idiot of the century. changmin’s just like “this girl. what a strange person I’m dating”

Haknyeon:

he would be sad,,,like “oh my goodness, how did she forget???” I feel like he tends to overthink so he’d just be so astounded and depressed that you had forgotten such an important fact about him. so he begins to ask you other questions about himself to make sure you hadn’t forgotten everything about him like “what’s my mom’s name” “what year was I born” “when did we start dating” “what’s my favorite food at the moment” etc etc. and you just feel so terrible bc this poor buy is convinced that you don’t love him anymore and he just :(((  

[i’m sad writing this y’all ;-; ] 

so anyways,,, you’re like “listen hak,,, the reason i’m randomly asking when your birthday is is bc it’s my literal password and i forgot. I forget everything. you should know that by now T___T it’s not bc I don’t think it’s important to remember.” and hak would be like uwuwuwuwuwu “my birthday is your password?? that’s so cuteeee!!! <3 and then he’d tell you and forgive you bc,,, hak is like that

Sunwoo:

butt hurt pt.2. he’d sulk and sulk. “You can’t remember my own birthday baby???” pouts. you’d have to explain yourself thoroughly and even though he knows you sometimes forget important things,,, he’s still surprised and slightly offended. would say something like “you’re not allowed to have any kisses until you remember” and normally that wouldn’t be that bad of a threat bc you were sure you’d remember after a while,,, but you didn’t want him to be even more offended than he already was so you pretended to be heartbroken by this threat and started to act all desperate to find out his birth date (even though you originally just wanted it to put on a little drawing you were working on beside your bday lol ) and so you’ll like all frantically call chanhee on the phone asking when sunwoo’s birthday was (making it seem like a secret from sunwoo even though you made sure he heard) and then you proudly went to sunwoo and told him you remembered the date and by then he was laughing bc he realized how silly he was for being so sad. (you got a kiss on the top of your head for “remembering” lol)

Eric:

lowkey confused and highkey amused. you forgot his birthday??? lol. Is how he thinks. so like one day you were just talking with him and he was telling stories about his birthday a few years ago, before you started dating… and then you realized that you could not for the life of you remember when his birthday was...you were pretty sure it was in december...but that’s all you could remember so you asked him after he was done telling you a story. and he laughed and was like “duhhh it’s December 22nd” and you were like “OOOHHHHHH YEAHHHHH HOW COULD I FORGET???” and then he was like “wait--- you actually forgot??” and you were like “Ummm yeahhh,,,,, sorry ;-;” and then he was like “SHOOT i shouldn’t have told you so i could use that as a bribe against you!!” and you just [-_-] anyways he’ll randomly think of that throughout the day and be like “omg guys my own gf forgot my birthday. none of y’all have it as hard as i do” and then he’d pretend to be sad lol.

[ahjustroza]

Do you have any hcs abt Last Legacy modern au?

Sorry for the wait! I just write very slow 🥺😭 btw I am still writing other requests! I'll post them as soon as I finish writing ✨😌😏 And YES I still take requests😏😏😏

Lol btw I haven't played the catboy Felix tale yet but found his delicious CG. Also, there might be typos etc. My dyslexia was a hoe for the last couple of days (･_･

Last Legacy Modern Au Headcanons

Sage

Lmao the first time you went to his place you faced with an ancient-looking old computer that he found in a garage sale

"It still works"

"Sage with its monitor alone you can heat your entire house in winter"

"Aye, but I don't have to use that to get heated if you catch my drift."

Let me give you a concept: thrift store dates

You took him to a thrift store once and thought it might be fun

But at the moment you entered the store Sage found a damn fake fur jacket and gold sunglasses

He will buy anything with a famous brand logo and say it is original and is an antique

But he'll only do that to annoy people

Mostly.

Sage cares about his looks but doesn't go crazy about it

Before dating you he just lived his life like a street kid like in cyberpunk 2077

Sage and Tulsi grew up in slums and then Sage got an apartment so that Tulsi could grow up in a safe environment

He didn't go to college but made sure that Tulsi did

Sage basically works as a mercenary in the modern au as well

He travels a lot and has to disappear for a looong long time

Tulsi is used to it but you aren't

Once you two are in a relationship and he feels ready to settle down he might get a job closeby to your shared house

You made him realize that he needs his family around him

And now he is not alone to carry all the burden by himself

He knows that if he can't make it in time you will be there to help out Tulsi or take care of all the work for him

He feels lighter around you

Also, he makes many people jealous on the streets lol

Whenever you two are on a date no one can believe that you, a literal divine being, could look at a Boku no pico catboy maid-sama man like him.

He is also jealous of you

But never possessive

He likes to send you out of context memes in the worst possible times ever

Like you got Luigi and Mario animations, doing the waltz, with the Britney Spears' Toxic song during the busiest hour of your shift

He also texted "This us"

The audacity

Sage would also LOVE video games

Especially Final Fantasy games

But he suck at playing them so he makes you play instead

And he'll give instructions too

"I saw a checkpoint in the other room babe,"

"Love, I gotta run away from the boss right now."

"It's not the boss, bosses have their boss rooms. This is an obstacle"

Sage also suck at filing taxes

So good luck with that

I can see Sage having PTSD treatments because of his traumatized childhood and the life he had to live until now after settling down with you

You convinced him to go to therapy and Tulsi backed you up

So he will take medications every day

At first, you had to remind him a lot, but then he just made it an addiction and now doesn't need reminders

He was never happier and finally had a taste of a healthy and caring relationship with you

He is also not so terrible with putting the IKEA furniture together.

Felix

He got expelled from Harvard.

Then his rich father had to convince the headmaster to reconsider the decision and Felix ended up with suspension instead smh

Felix's grades are great but he has disciplinary issues

I can see him majoring in criminal justice and mortuary science

Or maybe just mortuary science

Escell was very disappointed in him.

He is also famous for dating with the valedictorian among Harvard graduates

Then they broke up and you yeeted yourself in his life

Or he yeeted himself to your arms

He literally dramatically fell one day and you happened to be close to catch him

Then the Titanic music played in the background with the slow summer rain fell down to your heads

You are hot so he was flustered

Like he internally screamed when he fell in your arms

Or shall I say fell in love?

You two then started as friends since not too later he found out that he might actually have a chance with you after you mentioned your love of video games and romance books

After starting to date he confessed that he has an AO3 account asddgf

Rime was a burden too

He was the one who broke Felix's heart

But still wanted him to only love him and him alone

Then you were like

"Hoe listen to me..."

Rime hot

But no

Felix cried until morning the day you fist fought Rime in the grocery store parking lot

AAHGDHFA

Scylla secretly approved your determination that day and watched the fight afar

Escell got drunk and Florian came home the day after for everyone's explanations

The deeper your relationship got the more a part of his family you become

I mean every Friday it was now a routine that Felix and you attended family dinner

No one even asks anymore they just put your plate down and Escell hides his most expensive wine bottles from everyone

Felix is not good to live in his own house though

He always lived with someone in the house so he wasn't alone

Ever.

When you moved into the same house with him Felix was relieved

You two will be emos together and watch fifty shades of grey movies during the quarantine

Please ask Felix if he thinks the movie is interesting, he will avoid you all day long

Then become a blanket burrito at night lmao

Oh btw he might tell you random facts about mortuary

Like you are in the shower and he comes in to brush his teeth

Then he'll tell you a fact you didn't have to know then leave

"Truly fascinating, if you ask me."

He is also the type to text you from the other side of the room

Or call you from the other room to ask you if you can bring him something to eat

Felix would also love to go to the farmers' market too

"Finally some quality food."

Whenever you two go on a vacation together

lmao someone ALWAYS takes his hand and reads his palm

Only to be ended up getting scolded and getting a proper palm reading from Felix

Anisa

Call her and ask if she wants drive tru

"Love, it is thREE IN THE MORNING, I have work tomorrow-"

"So two? Or nah?"

"Get a coffee."

Actually, she wants a cookie but won't admit it

She knows you'll get her a cookie

You always get her a cookie with coffee

Anisa might be a great investigator if you ask me

If not a detective or a police chief or lieutenant

But I think she would work in law enforcement

Or she might also start her own company and rise as well

Unlike Sage and Felix, Anisa will not live in the same house with you before she decides to settle down for good

It's not because she doesn't want you around her

But because she is always at work and doesn't want to leave everything to you to handle at home

But she is always with you on her day offs

Will call you once a day at least

Text you during her breaks or whenever she can

If you can show up at her workplace during the lunch break she will take you to the nearest coffee shop

"Their coffee is not nearly as good as yours, but among other shops, this is the most drinkable one."

She will spoil you during your dates!

She likes to see you smile and will do anything for you to have a good time with her

So expect sweets, movie nights, amusement park dates, or just traveling during both of your yearly week/month offs/breaks

She won't admit it but likes it when you try to match your clothes with hers

She will know your favorite everythings lol

Take her to a dinner date and she will be so happy and feel spoiled

She will let you paint her nails

Let you get all the hot water in the shower

Will let you wear her clothes

Pillow fights are allowed every now and then

When she gets sick she'll try to power through but likes it when you baby her

Whenever you get sick she will try to not fuss over you but every 15 minutes she'll ask to take you to see a doctor

She is a cereal gal

You might have to drag her to bed many nights because she will take work at home

Oh my god, do play dungeons and dragons with her

If you visited somewhere she has never been she will ask a lot of questions about your trip

Likes to binge a tv series you two found online

Also enjoys just silent but comfortable moments with you

When you read your book she will gaze at you

All heart eyes

Will put her favorite picture of you two as her profile picture in her social media accounts

Will like your every post

ALWAYS TEXTS BACK TO YOU. ALWAYS.

Never leaves you on read/seen

She will either give you a proper text or just let you know that she is busy at the moment

Also if you come home later than her she will ask if you want her to prepare anything special you want for dinner

otherwise, she'll do dishes that you both like anyway

If she is late, she'll call you to ask if you need anything from the grocery store, etc.