#im glad you’ve got someone doing what needs to be done

[i-like-forcefem]

one of my tumblr mutuals started forcefemmimg me and I thought it was ironic but now im questioning my gender (I'm totally a boy I am totally a boy!) and forcefem tumblr is making me blush a little more than it should be ;w;

Awww, you’ll ge those silly little ideas of boyhood out of your head in no time cutie~

[megalomaniacz]

IM SO HOOKED ON CRYBABY I NEED MORE OMG

CRYBABY! - (E.W) PT6

pairing: mean/cruel ellie x sensitive/emotional reader.

synopsis: you’ve had enough at this point.

a/n: the next chapter is already in the works and guys…things get so… like there’s no going back i think this is the end point 😭

i don’t care if it hurts

masterlist.

no one can get a word in before jesse breaks up the fight. “we go on in two minutes. get it together. fucking get cleaned up.” he pulls at ellie.

you’re baffled, really. such a silly word but it’s the only one you can use. abby never really got into fights, that you’d known of. she was one of your best friends. and you never had the heart to tell her about what ellie had done, so how did she figure everything out? why are you spiraling? ellie probably said or did something to get herself punched. maybe this has nothing to do with you?

“and i’m very excited to introduce our next performers. watching them go from garages, to performing on stages, to signing record deals has been a beautiful journey. i’m happy to say i’ve been here since the beginning. now please make some noise for, seattle revival!”

you and abby are sat backstage as you dress her wounds. you wait to hear a familiar string of notes from jesse as he starts their first song, but you’re surprised by ellie’s voice on the mic.

“guys i just want to start the show off by apologizing to someone very near a dear to me. a very special person in my life who i’ve hurt—“

“we love you ellie!”

“aww i love you too. i want to say i’m sorry to her because i did some really fucked up shit in the past and i hope that she can forgive me and that we can move past it.”

the crowd cheers.

“and go back to being lovey dovey girlfriends. please forgive me babe. it’ll never happen again.”

abby’s mouth falls so far to the ground you could stick your fist in it. her face has never turned red faster. “what the fuck is she talking about? you guys were—are dating?”

you frantically shake your head. “no abby she’s lying. i don’t know what she’s gaining from it either. i think we should go now.”

“and this next song is dedicated to her—“ she points to you, an employee tugs at you to make you more visible, pulling you to the stage. a spotlight falls on you. everybody’s phone is up. everybody’s flash is on. here come the waterworks, fuck. didn’t you say you weren’t gonna cry today?

and then a familiar string of notes plays. jesse and dina catch on quickly, and your heart seeps. there was no way she was playing this song right now.

“when you were here before.”

you’re taken back to that first rehearsal. stuffed in jesse’s parents garage on a gloomy day. you were sitting on a scratched up couch, petting his cat. ellie looked over to you with a smile on her face. “you listen to a lot of music?”

you nod. “i love music. i was honestly so excited to hear you guys are starting a band. i’ll be your first groupie! handmade merch and everything.”

she laughs before whispering something to jesse and dina, then returning to the mic. “we’re gonna dedicate this one to our first groupie.”

“couldn’t look you in the eyes.”

dina and jesse slipped off after that practice and you knew they’d gone to go fuck somewhere, so you stayed with ellie. “they have no idea how to be discreet about it.” you laugh. she shrugs. “good on them, atleast i’m not alone dealing with it anymore.”

she’d convinced you to grab icecream with her. nestled in the booth of the old restaurant over an icecream sundae. soft music playing from its speakers. it was nearly empty, and it had started to rain outside.

“so how long have you known jesse and dina?” you ask, dipping a spoon in your side of the sweet treat. she grabs a cherry from the top, popping it into her mouth. “since we were kids in highschool. those are my best friends. i’m excited to be starting a band with them, and i’m glad i got to meet you.”

you blush.

you’re crying now. onstage, you’re crying. you can feel the tears slipping down your cheeks and underneath your chin. you wipe at them but they just won’t go away. she was so sweet to you a couple years ago. she was the sweetest person you’d ever met. how could you even compare the person singing to you now, and the person you’d met back then?

then you get a glimpse of her. it’s in her eyes. you’re flashing back between that memory and now. her hand in yours, running through the rain. catching the bus back to jesse’s. staying up and watching movies all night. waking up the next day to the lovebirds apologizing, while you and ellie laugh about it so hard your stomachs started to ache.

and you’re conflicted because this is the same ellie that got drunk at a party and threw up all over you. twice. then the next day said, “atleast it was better than what you’d been wearing.” jesus, she was addicting. she’d hooked you in and completely destroyed you. your self esteem. and now she was trying to play nice?

out of the corner of your eye, before you can catch it, abby is walking onstage. she takes a moment to look at you, tears streaming down your face, and decides to turn around. she walks away and it takes you a minute to follow behind. calling for her. begging her to come back.

“abby stop. where are you going?”

“no, just stop. you’re pathetic. why do you take the shit she does? don’t you have any respect for yourself?”

you’ve never heard her speaking to you this way. between your head rushing from the crying and the whiplash you’re getting from her harsh words, you feel like you’re going to pass out. “i don’t just take it abby. how do you even know about that stuff—“

“because jesse and dina told me! i’m supposed to be your best fucking friend but you can’t even communicate the simplest of things. the things i know are hurting you inside. i was gonna— never mind. fucking forget it.”

and then she walks away, disappearing into a hallway. fading away slowly like a ghost. body blurred from your tears. you feel your feet get weak first, then you drop to your knees and onto the ground. huddling within yourself. letting all your tears fall.

the “seattle revival’s last show after party” is one you refused to miss. with everything happening between abby and ellie, you were more than prepared to let it all go. to get drunk or high or whatever the fuck, and stop feeling. this very thought picked you up off that floor, and led you to the dressing rooms. you enjoyed the rest of the show from there, wiping at your face so hard you felt like it would bruise.

when the band found their way into the dressing room, dina and jesse rushed over to comfort you. “i swear i’d bash her head in if it didn’t interfere with the tour. i’m sorry, i shouldn’t be apologizing for her but it’s the only way you’ll get a real one. i’m sorry.”

you had sat with the pain for long enough. you’d cried enough. you didn’t know where abby was or why she said what she did but it was your breaking point. if you were a house, she had pulled a loose brick. making everything collapse within itself. and tumble over everyone else in its path. you felt like…ellie. the world had darkened. the small light, the tiny bits of happiness in you, had melted away. you didn’t care anymore.

you get up to face ellie, her smile fading when her eyes meet yours. everything had left them. all that purity. all that love, was gone.

“honestly i’m over it. let’s go to the after party.”

[luvanniiee]

Chill and Unwind .

non-idol!felix x gn/afab reader

synopsis : you come home from a hard day of work , feeling overwhelmed by everything , your bf felix helps you relax and forget about everything thats troubling you .

warnings : smut mdni , established relationship , sub!reader , softdom!felix , unprotected sex (wrap it or it falls off) , sensual massaging , reader has a vagina , oral (f & m receiving) , cunnilingus , oils , vanilla sex , everything is soft here , breeding , multiple orgasms , overstimulation , slight edging , pet names like baby , princess and things like that. lmk if i missed anything:)

a/n : hii its annie here and uh this is my first story on this app , so be nice ! also i got this inspo from a porn vid 💀 . dont ask , anyways enjoy !! lowercase intended

wrd cnt : 200 +

story under cut !! ;)

9:23 pm

youre driving home from work , tired as usual . the boss always gives you a hard time . what do you expect when theres a deadline coming up ? but today , he was a little rougher this time . he was so pushy . do this y/n , he would say , or get this done , he would add . it was too much. everyone moving around fast , it made you feel overwhelmed . you just couldnt wait until you were home with your loving boyfriend .

and now youre pulling in the driveway to the house you shared with him . lee felix , he sure was a catch . hes so beautiful in all aspects , sometimes you would dread bringing him along to the stores , people would stare a little too hard at him sometimes . it made you feel proud that you were the only one lucky enough to be with him . but it also made you feel jealous because of those men and women eye fucking whats yours .

hey baby , someone said snapping you out of your thoughts . you hadnt even realized you walked in the house . oh ! hey felix , you said . you set your keys down and gave him a hug and kiss . you must not have realized that you were almost clinging on to him . when he tried to back up , you would only hold him closer . hard day baby ? he said . yeah , my boss was being a cunt again, rushing everyone for a stupid deadline .

oh , my poor baby . im glad i ran your bath , go on and get in it baby , and when you get out , daddy will give you a nice massage to help you chill and relax , okay ? he said . you nodded and went upstairs to take that bath .

11:14 pm

you’ve finished your shower and felix was sitting on the bed waiting for you . you smiled at him softly and made your way over to the bed . since you were only in your towel , felix took it off of you and laid you face down on the bed . ready? he asked . you nodded , and felix got up , grabbed the vanilla scented oil and poured it into his hand .

he rubbed his hands together and laid them on your skin . you shivered at the contrast of his warm hands vs the cold air , forming goosebumps on your skin . feel alright princess ? he asked before he massaged you . you hummed in agreement . and he started his massage .

you felt his hands moving down your lower back , towards your ass . the way his hands gently gripped and soothed your muscles really turned you on . do you like it honey ? he asked . yes felix , your hands feel nice . you say lifting your head to speak . he chuckled lightly at your response . and you smiled to yourself .

11:35 pm

felix has you on your back now , so youre facing him . his lips are on yours , kissing you passionately , lovingly , making you forget about everything that worried you . you felt safe in this moment , you felt vulnerable being naked in front of him . his hands massage your boobs , while kissing you . you grind your hips upwards to ease the tension you felt down there . you needed friction , he was more than willing to give it to you . but he wanted to take his time .

as his hands traveled down your body , his mouth traveled down as well . kissing and sucking on each nipple . taking his time to appreciate you . his efforts to make you feel better made you really hot . as his hands travel from your stomach to your lower body , he stops just above your pussy . not touching it , but enough to make you need him more . i know you need me here , your love juice is coming out a lot . he said. i wont keep you waiting my love , i know you want me to make you feel good . he added.

so he took two fingers , and slowly played with your clit . it wasnt much , but it was enough to make you whine for more . please felix i need it so bad . you said . he gave you what you wanted by speeding up . he took his thumb and circled your clit with it while his middle and pointer fingers were deep inside you . aw fuck d..daddy it feels s’good . you moaned out . that only fueled his desire for you . so he leaned down and replaced his thumb with his mouth .

the feeling of his mouth gently sucking on your clit , was too much for you . in a matter of seconds , felix had you moaning and panting as you released . your eyes rolling back , and back lifting up off the bed . the more you were coming down , the more you realized that felix was still sucking at your clit . the overstimulation quick to set in . s . stop i already came . you moaned as you tried to push him away . he got up and took his fingers out slowly . he brought them to his mouth and sucked on them . moaning at the flavor .

he looked at you , with his fingers still in his mouth , and fingers wet with your cum and his spit . he took his fingers from his mouth and kissed you on your lips . you moaned at both the flavor and the fact that his boner was pushing against your sensitive clit . he grinded himself into you , seeking a slight relief from how hard he was .

baby , can you help daddy out ? he asked . he sounded a bit needy , so you couldnt keep him waiting . he leaned back on his knees and you sat forward . you wasted no time taking his pants off , revealing his erection . it slapped against his lower abdomen , causing a slight noise . he moaned as you took him in your hand . his precum leaking out from his tip . you gave him kitten licks causing him to whine . stop teasing me baby , put it in your mouth now . he groaned . you obeyed him .

thinking about the times where you teased too much and he ended up punishing you , you took him in your mouth as soon as he finished his sentence . his hips stuttered due to his sensitivity , as you were sliding him down your throat , he grabbed some of your hair and pushed himself more in your mouth . you gagged because of his size and how far he was down your throat . it sent pleasure waves down to your pussy making you drip on the bed . although you were still a little sensitive from the mind blowing orgasm he gave you , you wouldnt mind going again .

fuck y/n … you..youre mouth is s’good . he moaned . his moans always turned you on . you subconsciously moaned , making him thrust his hips forward , pushing himself down your throat even more . fuck stop … stop i dont want to cum yet . he groaned forcing himself out of your mouth . with a pop , his dick was out of your mouth . you caught your breath and wiped your mouth clean from the spit .

he kissed you and laid you back down . he spread your legs and put them on both sides of him. he looked at you , desperation , lust , love , need in his eyes . you gave him a nod and with that , he slowly pushed himself into you . both of you moaned at the stretch . although you guys have had sex before , you werent quite used to him yet .

he pushed himself all the way until your pubic areas were meeting . he sat there for a few minutes , letting you adjust to him . and also keeping himself from ending it all by cumming . move now daddy , you moaned as you grind your hips into him . okay baby . was all he said before thrusting slowly into .

his size was so incredible , always making you feel full of him . you whined as he kept pushing himself deep and slowly into you . i..ah…i want more daddy please . you begged him , you wanted him to speed up , which is what he did . he fucked himself into . both of you moaning loud . it was almost like a competition of who can moan loudest . mmgh fuck…fuck me babe , so tight an..nngh..and good for me . he moaned out , the last part coming out as a whisper .

his praise compared to how deeply and fast he was fucking you , had your head spinning . you felt yourself getting closer and closer each snap of his hips . fel…fuck daddy im gonna cum ! you moaned loudly . he brought his hand down to rub your clit , pushing you over your limit . you came with a loud cry of his name . fuck felix ! you screamed. he slowed down enough to help you through your orgasm .

soon as your breathing slowed , he sped back up . chasing his own high . you could tell he was close . his breathing was uneven , his eyes closed tightly , biting his lip , his hips sloppily thrusting into you . fuck fuck fuck y/n i… aw fuck im cumming i..m cu… he came with a loud moan of your name . he stills his hips and releases his cum into .

as if his cock wasnt filling enough , his cum filled the tiny space his cock wasnt touching . he shakes with each sharp thrust , gasping as each rope of cum shoots out . his eyes roll back and his head falls back . then his head falls forward looking at the mess hes made . he slowly pulls himself out , and watches as some of his cum leaks out .

he pushes it back in you , not wanting to waste it . you twitch a little from the aftershocks , and he looks up and smiles at you . let me clean you up , and then we can talk more about that day you had . he spoke up . how could anyone have energy after that ?

he drew the bath , and yall cleaned up . as soon as you hit the bed , your eyes start to close . now about that day … he said but then realized that you had fallen asleep . he kissed your cheek and turned off the light .

i hope that you guys enjoyed this ! i hope it was good for the first time ! ill be making more soo put in some recs !!

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[the-s1lly-corner]

An Eraser (Bloody Painter x Reader) (7MIH Ending 7)

only about four characters left and then we are done! wondering what fandom to do next hmm.... im also thinking of possibly making a quotev acc so i can more interactive stuff- having polls at the ends of these have been fun but quizzes sound so cool tbh reminder that there are polls at the ends of these to determine the next ending notes: reader is gn, admin is still trying to figure out how he wants to write helen outside of hc posts, hes got a bit of a crush on you cws: none word count: 1775

You reach your hand into the hat and pull out…

An eraser. Not the pink blocky ones you would usually see. No, it was one of those fancier malleable ones. The ones you see artists use every now and then… You didn’t even need to look around the room- there was only one person you could think of who would have something like this. You shift the eraser between your index and thumb and show it to Helen who only pats his thighs and rises to his feet. 

“Well damn, alright then.” Jeff said under his breath, seemingly disappointed that he didn’t get to delay the surprise of who you got until you were both shoved into darkness. Jeff flicked his head towards the hallway, “Closets down that way, you’ve both got seven minutes the second the door closes you got that?” His wide blue eyes darted between you and Helen- who had already joined you at your side. You didn’t even notice him closing in on you. 

You decide not to say anything, instead choosing to walk down the hallway that was motioned towards. Helen kept up with your footsteps, his own nearly perfectly matching up with your own. When you stopped, as did he.

It wasn’t until you made it to the closet door that he made his own move, and it was as simple as opening it and waiting for you to enter first. 

“Thank you,” You mutter under your breath and slip right past him. You slink into the back corner of the small space. 

The door shuts behind Helen, leaving the both of you in darkness. 

You tap your palms against the wall behind you as you scrape your head for something to say to fill the silence. Helen decided to be kind enough to break the silence for you.

“I never took you as someone who would play this game,” 

He catches you off guard. 

In an instant you’re straightening up and trying to come up with an explanation. Was this an accusation? Judgment? 

“I mean I don’t usually but-”

“I’m not saying that it’s a bad thing, I’m playing as well,” He gently cut you off. You suck some air between your teeth and fall silent. 

“You don’t seem like the type to play games like this either, you know… I mean, I’m personally fine playing… this stuff… but you kinda…” You fail to find the words. “Seem reserved to yourself?”

The air falls quiet once more for a few moments before it's broken for a second time by Helen. “I was encouraged to put myself out for tonight,”

You hum in response and move your hands from the wall to the bottom of your shirt, busying your fingers with the fabric. 

“Yeah? By who? …Pup right? I only ever really see you hanging around with him,” 

Helen nods. 

You look down to the floor and stare down at your shoes, then to Helen’s- dully noting that he wore boots… stained with paint, or perhaps blood. It was nearly impossible to tell in the darkness. 

“Well, I’m glad there’s one person here that you like- or at least enjoy enough! I remember you hardly ever left your room for anything when you first arrived here,” You give him a smile and hope that he could see it. 

“There’s two, actually.” 

You snap your eyes back up to his mask. 

“It was you who gave me the nerve to stick around for the games, if you didn’t come downstairs I’d have gone back up to my room… though I do wish I got the chance to talk to you before everyone gathered…” He paused. 

“Too many people…” He muttered under his breath. 

“But I bumped right into you- how come you didn’t say anything?” 

Helen’s head tilts to the side. It feels like his eyes were raking themselves over your body- from head to toe. You do your best not squirm under his gaze. 

“You took me by surprise… Nerves is all.” 

You hum again and clench your fists into your shirt fabric.

“How…” You start. Helen rights the angle of his head and you pull your eyes away from his mask. “How long did you…”

Was he admitting to having feelings for you or did he simply want to be your friend? You work your jaw… you could be horribly misreading this. You could make a fool of yourself. 

“How long did you have a thing for me?” 

Helen only chuckles softly- a sound that only lasts for a few seconds before its quieted. “For quite a while… months, now.” 

You open your mouth to reply but he’s already answering your question.

“I wanted to see how long until you approached first,” Helen takes a step towards you. He leans over you with a gaze still fixed right on your face. He smells of paints and iron, and you fight yourself not to scrunch your nose as the scent washes over you. “But I grow tired of waiting, and there’s no one here to steal you away- during the party, of course,” 

He stops right in front of you, leaving just enough space for you to make an escape if you wanted to. “I was hoping you would take out my eraser, even if we do not share a moment of intimacy having you just to myself for a moment is fine enough for me,” 

Your mind blanks for a split second at his words for a moment. 

You had nearly forgotten the outcomes of games like this- though you couldn’t find it in yourself to mind it all that much. You looked at his mask again to try to find his eyes, however you were only met with failure… you force your eyes to remain locked onto the mask’s sockets though as you try to find your voice again.

“I will not force anything on you, nor will I act without your word,” He softly spoke and backed up a few inches away from you. You finally release the hem of your shirt and reach forward- lightly gripping the sleeves that were folded and bunched against his wrists. 

“I… wouldn’t mind-” You grin up at Helen. It’s faster paced than what you normally preferred for relationships, but you had found yourself emboldened by the current setting you’ve found yourself in. “So long as this isn’t a trick to get my blood for one of your projects,” You teased.

…

“I’m joking of course… not giving you my bodily fluids before the first date,” You swat the idea down and pull Helen closer. He allows you to, even lowering his face closer to yours. 

“I wouldn’t… I’ve no spare canvases as it is already… a work with your matter requires one purely devoted to it,” He mutters into your ear. A shiver runs up your spine as he rested his hands on either side of you- effortlessly freeing his sleeves from the admittedly not very tight grasp you had on them.

Helen pulled away and settled his face in front of you, seemingly taking in every single feature of your face. You’d swear he could memorize every pore if he could, if it weren’t too dark. 

He was… close… to say the least…

Helen peeled one of his gloves hands from the wall and let the finger sprawl across his mask. He didn’t take it off or slip it upwards towards his forehead. Instead he shifted it to the side, shielding his face away from the door… but allowing it to give you a full view of his face. 

He looked… tired… more than you were expecting given the hours you assumed he spent on his paintings. Despite that, his blue eyes were nearly glowing with life. Or at least carried a sense of thrill in them- a stark contrast to the otherwise neutral expression pulled across his face… there was a light dust of red across his cheeks… faint in the darkness but you could just barely see it thanks to the proximity. 

Helen remained still and unmoving in front of you despite all of this, though.

Your eyes darted across his face, before his earlier words sparked an idea in you.

You make the first move and begin to lean forward to him, and gently press your lips against his. In an instant you can feel his mouth attempting to twitch upwards into a grin before he simply started to kiss back. Helen’s hands returned to the wall on either side of you and remained. Instead, it was you that decided to begin touching him; by choosing to run your hands through his black hair and move the strays out of the way. 

You both remained that way for… you weren’t paying attention- the only thing that caught you off guard and made you pull your face away from his was light flooding into the small room.

“Woah! Damn! Okay!” Jeff chuckled as he stood in the doorway. 

You shoot a glare at him- you didn’t hear him announce how much time was left… Did he give a warning? It didn’t matter now as your face burned hotter than it had when the door was closed. 

Helen doesn’t seem to pay much mind to Jeff. He only rose to his full height and pulled his mask over his face back to its original position. Only then did he actually turn to face the doorway straight on. 

“You didn’t knock, Jeffery.” He said lowly.

Clearly irritated. 

You pull away from the wall and follow after Helen as he steps out of the closet. 

“Didn’t think you’d actually have the balls to do anything… damn…” Jeff shot back.

“I owe a Nina some drinks, damn…” You caught him muttering as you passed by. You tried to fight the urge to step on his foot as you passed, instead choosing to focus on Helen, who was waiting on the other side of the hall for you. 

“Hey,” 

Helen nods to you. You chew the inside of your cheek as things fall silent once more… How does one proceed after something like this with someone as reserved as Helen? You shift your weight between your feet.

“Do you want to go somewhere else? You’ve gotten what you wanted from the party- and game-” You sheepishly smile up at him. 

Helen studies you hard for a moment.

“I would love that,” 

“Cool… cool nice,” You smile. He takes your hand after your eyes nervously dart over it. 

You weren’t surprised when he started to lead you to the stairs, and even less when he passed by your room and to his.

[dreamwritersworld]

Tell me. Part 2(Sully brother x reader)

It was quite strange to Y/n. She was still her and yet Neteyam looked different to her. How could he change so much? They were great friends and would’ve been even greater lovers. Yet now as she stood she saw a stranger.

It was early in the afternoon when they had begun hunting. The first task they were given was to clear the area. In which Y/n had no trouble doing but the awkward silence bothered her. Neteyam never bothered to properly pull her aside and apologize. So in return she never threw herself at him to give him a chance. Yet they were forced to work together.

“Tsk! Tsk! Y/n!”

Y/n quickly turned to the unfamiliar voice.

“Oh..Tsu’ti. Hello! How are you?”

“Good! Very good! If you don’t mind, I was if you can be my partner instead of Ou’itan!”

“Is he ok with th-“

“Yes! And im sure Neteyam would be ok with this exchange right Neteyam-“

“We’re here to search and hunt Tsu’ti, not make friends-“ (Neteyam)

“Right! Well I just thought a change of scenery would be good for us soldiers-“

“Get back to work. That’s an ord-“

“Neteyam! Please settle down. No need to throw orders yet as though you are king.” (Y/n)

“Y/n that’s not my intention. I just meant we should be hunting right now-“

“Correct. We should be and I’d be glad to take your offer Tsu’ti!”

“Really?!”

“Yes of course! I’m sure Neteyam would do just fine without me. In fact, I think Ou’itan would make a brilliant partner for him.”

“Wait Y/n. Don’t leave-“

“No worries, Neteyam. You’ll make do without me.”

Neteyam watched as Y/n walked right past him. A knife ripped through his heart the further she went. This was the first time she had accepted any type of courtship from someone besides him or Lo’ak. Sure this was a small gesture but Neteyam understood the intentions of Tsu’ti.

Lo’ak was the only other boy he had allowed to feel this type of betrayal from. His brother was everything to him. He’d guard his feelings for him. Plus, Neteyam foolishly believed Lo’ak knew almost everything about the girl he spent time with every day.

Once hunting was over. Neteyam walked out of the woods to find Y/n riveting over the amount of food they had retrieved. She had practically praised Tsu’ti for being a great hunter beside her and all the young boy and girl could do was laugh at their greatest moments.

The clan were more than full for dinner that night and Jake had noticed the grand meal and approached Y/n about it.

“You guys work fantastic together! I’ve got to say Y/n you and Neteyam have always worked well together but it’s been weeks since you’ve outdone yourself this time!”

“Me and Neteyam? Oh..so sorry sir but this wasn’t me and Neteyam’s doing.”

“Oh..then whose was it?”

“Me and Tsu’ti! He’s great!”

“Wow! You guys definitely focused on being the best hunters then!”

Y/n laughed at Jake’s shock and bid her goodbyes before settling down besides the sully siblings.

There Neteyam’s head hung low and disappointed. He hadn’t expected Y/n to praise Tsu’ti the way she used to with Neteyam.

“Neteyam what’s wrong? Eat.” (Kiri)

“Nothing sister. I’m just tired.”

“What extra training did you guys do?” (Kiri)

“Nothing extra at all today. It was pretty light!” (Y/n)

“Ahh well I’d expect the queen of hunting to be exhausted! Yet here you stand while Neteyam’s falters!” (Lo’ak)

Y/n laughed at his jokes content in the fact that she had done a good job with Tsu’ti.

“Yes well me and Tsu’ti worked great together-“

“Tsu’ti? Wait w-why Tsu’ti?” (Lo’ak)

“He offered! He asked to exchange partners and i agreed!”

“Oh..” (Lo’ak)

The young brother grew silent looking over at his brother frustrated that he hadn’t disagreed to the other young man’s ambitions. It was clear what Tsu’ti tried to do yet Y/n was blind.

“Yea well it can’t happen again.”

The young girls looked at Neteyam shocked.

“Excuse me?” (Y/n)

“Well I just mean that you are my partner and it was assigned like that so it should stay like that.”

Neteyam’s actions threw Kiri over a cliff. She couldn’t understand why Neteyam continued to make himself seem like an idiot. He clearly was trying to guard their young brothers emotions. Had the brothers made a promise ? Had Lo’ak asked Neteyam to help him with Y/n? What a pair of idiots.

“Partners? Yet you haven’t spoken to me in weeks.”

Y/n picked at her food. Clearly uncomfortable with Neteyam’s attitude.

“We do speak. We’re speaking right now Y/n.”

“You’re unbelievable-“

“I am? You’ve ignored me for weeks as well Y/n.”

“Ignored? How about you acknowledge your action first..Now if you excuse me, im not hungry.”

Y/n got up quickly walking amongst the clan in a rush. Again, Neteyam decided to make what feel like a mockery out of Y/n and he had zero shame doing so.

“You better follow her Neteyam. That wasn’t right.” (Kiri)

“You’ve upset her brother. Apologize just say you want to be friends again.”

Kiri noticed how Lo’ak emphasized the friends part as if it was important whether Neteyam wanted more than friends..

“Fine.”

Neteyam rushed to follow Y/n, walking away from his siblings and clan.

“Y/n! Y/n! Please listen to me-“

“Why should I-“

Neteyam grabbed Y/n arm and spun her around to make sure she saw every word he meant.

“I was hurt and I was wrong. And im sorry.”

“I don’t forgive you. You are not forgiven-“

“Y/n please-“

“Don’t. You can’t do this to me. You can’t say those things and act that way with me as if Im nothing.”

“I’m sorry and I need you to understand-“

“You keep saying that like it means something.”

“I’m sorry-“

“I don’t believe you. I don’t believe you anymore.”

Y/n made sure to say each word slowly, ensuring that Neteyam understood her pain.

“I-I don’t know what to do anymore Y/n.”

“Stop denying me.”

“What?”

“Stop avoiding me. It’s not fair to me. You want me to remain your partner yet we don’t speak-“

“Well Y/n it’s work. We don’t speak because we’re hunting-“

“Neteyam stop. Stop saying that as an excuse. We’ve always spoken. You’ve always spoken to me inside and out of training.”

“We just- I just haven’t had time.”

“Spending too much time with Ma’eve perhaps?”

“Yes. But that’s not why.”

“Yes it is. Because slowly but surely you got rid of me. And now that another boy asks to share his time you suddenly need me?”

Y/n stared at him in disbelief. It was clear he was just being stupid. He was hiding something.

“That’s not true because I’ve shared time with Lo’ak!”

“…what?”

“I mean you’ve spent time with all my other siblings so technically this isn’t the case of me being upset when it comes to you sharing time with others!”

Now this was where Y/n was sure Neteyam had lost it.

“I-ok neteyam. I’m done arguing. I’m tired of arguing. Just please stop avoiding me. Whatever you’re hiding just stop.”

“I’m not hiding anything.”

Y/n could see right through him. she knew something was up and she hadn’t known of it.

“Whatever you say. Just stop all of it please.”

“Ok..”

Neteyam watched Y/n closely as she created distance between the two having notice they got incredibly close.

“So what have you been up to..”

That was a start of a very long night. There the two warriors taking a seat closely to each other. It had made Neteyam forget all about his promise with Lo’ak. He had promised to help him with Y/n and to keep distance so that he’d have more of a chance to catch her. Yet being friends still wouldn’t hurt…right? 

Indeed it did. At least on Neteyam’s part. Neteyam couldn’t understand his emotions. He’s always loved, cared and catered to Y/n. There was no one else he had in mind…well all but one..Ma’eve.

*neteyam’s memory*

“The forest tonight is truly beautiful isn’t it?”

“Yes it is Ma’eve it always is.”

Neteyam began laughing at the scenery, recalling old memories as a child.

“Whats so funny Neteyam?”

“It’s just…Y/n, my siblings and I used to run around here as children and I remember once she stupidly slipped on mud-“

“Who?”

“Y/n! The strongest child and yet she faltered! She couldn’t believe she had fallen she stayed in the mud for a full minute just shocked! Then she threw the mud at Lo’ak and spider for making fun of the situation-“

“Sounds pretty bratty to me. I mean isn’t she yk?”

“What? Isn’t she what?”

“Bratty. She thinks because she’s the strongest and quickest female that she can control and question whoever.”

For a moment, Neteyam stared at Ma’eve shocked. How could something so innocent turn into something filthy? It bothered him how easily it was for her to tear Y/n into two.

“No that’s not true. She takes pride in herself and the clan. If she questions it’s because she’s concerned not because she’s degrading someone but because she’s trying to help-“

“Help? Well she’s one pester too much.”

“Ma’eve where is this coming from? Y/n doesn’t bother or care to make you upset.”

“Well she does when she constantly tries to make plans when we have things to attend to”

“We’ve just grown up together and spent every day together so something like that is normal-“

“Normal? Tsk she’s so blind that she doesn’t even see Lo’ak likes her. She doesn’t ask about him as much as she offers to hang out with you.”

“Well we’ve always been closer I guess..”

“Yea? And what do you think Lo’ak will think of that? You think he’d like that his crush is out and about with his brother?”

“I- I don’t know. I don’t think much of it.”

“That’s the issue. When you’re with her you don’t think. I mean she doesn’t even have parents. If she was like anyone else she’d be considered an outsider. A weakling. She has no real guardian or person to guide her-“

“Eywa is there to guide her Ma’eve. Y/n’s always had us.”

Ma’eve brushed the topic right off her and continued to talk about the forest and the livelihood of the clan. Yet Neteyam couldn’t stand her or hear her. It bothered him to his core that Ma’eve disregarded Y/n. She was everything to…him.

That idea terrified him. It meant all the emotions he’s been pushing away were real. And that what Lo’ak had asked of him was true. When Lo’ak asked for Neteyam to step back from Y/n he couldn’t believe it….

“So as you know Y/n and I are friends…”

“Yes as we all are. We grew up with her you idiot!”

Neteyam laughed at his younger brothers awkward statement, not figuring anything of it.

“Yea well as our friendship grew..well as of recently I began to look at her differently.”

Neteyam froze from sharpening his fathers weapons. He prayed to Eywa that whatever Lo’ak said next wouldn’t be that-

“I like her! I really like her and she’s perfect!”

“oh.”

“Oh what? I mean isn’t this good! I finally found someone in the clan who I can relate to and confide-“

“Relate and confide? So you guys have been getting closer? When? I haven’t noticed..”

“For these past two nights she’s been coming with me and Spider at night! We take flights and talk about anything and everything at night!”

“Brother you can’t do that-“

“It’s a secret and we don’t go far trust me. As much as we love exploring, Y/n won’t allow it she mentions how you wouldn’t like it…then that got me thinking. Since you guys are such close friends right?”

“Yes..”

“I was just going to ask if you can you know back off a little-“

“What? That’s-“

“Wait! Let me finish! I was just asking that because I really would like to be closer than just us hanging out in groups. I mean no offense but she always is with you so I just realized we haven’t hung out exclusively.”

“That’s absurd brother. You can’t just ask that of me.“

“Why not I thought you were just friends? Please brother do this for me.”

Neteyam looked at his younger brothers contemplating weather or not to agree. Can’t Y/n just be the one thing he got to himself? But then again this was for his little brother...

“I just don’t like that condition..this is the one time I’m asking you not to ask me of anything-“

“No! No please Neteyam you have to understand! Y/n wouldn’t mind at all. Just do this for me!”

“ok…”

Neteyam’s body language was so obvious. He was clearly disappointed in himself. He couldn’t deny his brother even if it was everything to him. Neteyam felt like there was a fist wrapped around his heart when he was with Y/n. Strangely for him it didn’t feel like hurt it just felt like he needed her and to be separated means she’d feel ripped away

*

As days went on he did let go of Ma’eve slowly. He realized that for him it was easy. As horrible as it sounds it was because she wasn’t Y/n. Of course unfortunately he was too scared and couldn’t voice this.

!🩵!

[6okuto]

heyy l love ur all your touchstarved hcs and I was wondering if you could write anything for ais? if you’ve done him already could you do leander? thank youu <3

GENERAL AIS HCS

gn!reader | OF COURSEE my babygirl & thank u omg IM GLAD U GUYS LIKE THEM !!🫶 i'll probably make a separate leander post + posts for the others too tbh

you see it in the demo but he's so so happy to see you get along with princess + any other pets 🙁 personally i need a scene where they go to you instead of him and he pretends to be offended.

"after all i've done for you?" he asks before squatting beside you. his eyes flicker over to you before he joins in petting them. "guess i can't blame you, though."

ais teaching them tricks and grinning and saying good job and laughing when they jump on him for a reward. him teaching princess a trick and secretly being very excited to show you because he wants to see your reaction🙁💔

ONE LAST PET NOTE but i need to know what other names he's thought of because he totally looks like he'd give a big scary pet the silliest name ever. peak entertainment for him

if you know any other languages he'd love to learn some phrases!! yes i mean insults for others and nicknames for you. ais loves using them on like,, leander,, who's like What? so he can go "Wouldn't you like to know."

would be very amused if you dyed your hair to match his. calls you a copycat but if you threatened to redye it he'd get more annoying (said lovingly)

does the thing where he leans in really close as if he's gonna kiss you then doesn't. he reaches to grab something behind you and moves away while grinning

he likes listening to you talk about your interests and makes sure to remember important details. casually osmosis's (???) your interests and opinions even if he's never touched it himself

pulling him closer by his clothes or necklaces gets him. Interested.

the pocky game. he takes huge bites and kisses you or gets so incredibly close everyone's just like oh shut up. takes the stick that's a centimeter long between his fingers and goes "i think we got an inch left"

the type of guy who if you wordlessly hugged him would be like "miss me that much?" but have a noticeably firm hold around you because he Is a little worried about why you're hugging him. if you sincerely say yes, his eyes and voice soften when he says "well, good thing i'm here now."

he's confident and totally trusts you but he also finds it incredibly amusing to walk up and kiss you or wrap an arm around your waist if he sees someone try hitting on you. asks "hey, babe, who's this?" while staring right at them. Won't be nice if the person's an ass though

not afraid of pda. you could literally be clinging on to him and he wouldn't mind.

one of the guys who'd carry your silly looking bag without hesitation

you could say "oh try this," about a silly little heart headband and he'd let you put it on as long as he can give You one. "now we match," he says with a grin. take a picture together and set it as his lock screen and he won't change it for ages

looks like a guy who will drape himself on top of you if you're in bed or on the couch. the type of guy who when you say you need to go pee says okay i'll come with you before you shove him

^ likes it when you hold him and just play with his hair or trace things along is back. he plays that game where he tries to guess what you're writing and is ? weirdly good at it ?

if you made a playlist for him he'd listen to it whenever he misses you

also if you have spotify he always checks your profile. you say "i need to know who's liking my playlists" and he's like yeah they must have a crush on you. it's literally him though

sends you shit like this and says you @ me / us / etc because he's annoying and also correct. ais at the peak of the "you want me so bad" jokes would be on top of the world

[vclvetfleur]

Obedient Chapter 9

roman roy x fem! reader

Summary: After your kiss with Roman last night, you rethink your decision and think of what the future could be like. You don't know if you made the best choices last night.

TW: verbal abuse, sexism

Word count: 4.2K

Notes: I'm so glad everyone enjoyed the chapter last night. I hope you like this one too :)

Chapter 9: Calm before the storm

You stayed with Roman for the night. The entire night consisted of you both drunkenly laughing, breaking it up with small kisses or make out session before finally going to bed. You laid next to him; your arms draped over his chest as he held you close to him. You laid your head on him partially, snuggling into his body. He left kisses every so often until he had fallen asleep. It was nice. It felt like the kind of intimacy you wanted for a while. No expectations. Just soft affection.

And this is exactly what Roman was looking for. Something exactly like this. Someone to be comfortable enough in this setting. He knew he’d eventually disappoint, but for now, he wanted to keep this moment still. He was glad he finally made the first move. But when he woke up, he found you gone. He looked around, not seeing any evidence you were here. He left the bed, looking in the bathroom. Not there either. He quickly pulled his phone texting you to see where you were.

You woke up early enough to see Roman was still asleep. He looked so beautiful. Peaceful even. You’ve never seen him so relaxed and content. It was the only time he didn’t need to stress out. But you knew you had to get out of there. You couldn’t be here for too long. You got up, grabbing your bag and shoes and leaving the room as quick as possible. Whatever happened last night was a mistake. It shouldn’t have happened in the first place. It was just wrong. Roman was emotional. You both were getting drunk and, fuck, he’s your boss. You couldn’t do that. You and Roman were never supposed to happen. He was not the person you’d ever want to be romantically involved with. It was extremely wrong. It wasn’t meant to happen.

After getting ready for your day back to New York, you saw your phone buzzing. You sighed, texting him back out of curtesy.

‘im in my room.’

‘can you come back?’ Roman texted immediately.

You sigh, shutting your phone. You grabbed your stuff before going back to the room you had just left an hour ago.

Once the door opened, Roman shut it for you. He cupped your cheeks, leaning to kiss you again. He needed to. He missed feeling your lips on his. He needed you badly. You moved your head away, shaking your head.

Roman pulled away, hurt and confused. “What’s wrong?” His panic set in. He felt as though he was being punished for something he didn’t even know he did wrong. He thought you wanted him back. That why you kissed him back last night. You were practically fucking him through your clothes. Nothing went as far as just childish grinding and kissing, but he didn’t think you’d be so quick reject him after the night before.

“Rome-last night-uh fuck- it was a mistake. We should’ve just- y’know…” You tried to keep it at a level of professionalism. You knew he wasn’t going to want to give it up, but it had to be done.

“No-no it wasn’t a mistake.” Roman tried to debate your point, grabbing your arms. He was practically ready to get on his knees to beg you, as if he was a kid asking for his parents to play with him. “Just- fuck come on y/n…” He seemed desperate. He wanted to argue, but he felt so pathetic having to beg you to love him the way you did last night. “Just-please.” He started to beg.

You let in a deep breathe, before finally exhaling. You couldn’t bare to even look at him. It was hard, but it was what was best for the both of you. It’s not like this would ever last. This was just sexual attraction. It was only on the bases of comfort. If you weren’t around him constantly, you’d find him repulsive. Vice versa going for Roman. You both didn’t even align ideally. Roman did whatever his dad believed. They had no real moral. You’d bump heads all the time if you actually had to have deeper conversations with him. Not to even mention Jess, you promised not to get involved with him in this way. Not even the also mention that he literally writes and pays your checks. Every week. 4,500 a week. You couldn’t lose this job over some office romance. Who knew if this was just a passing feeling for Roman. He just might want something to distract him from what happened at dinner. His ego was bruised last night and kissing you was an ego boost. At least that’s what you were telling yourself.

“Roman, seriously. This was wrong. I didn’t mean anything of it. I was just drunk.” You lied. You weren’t entirely drunk. You still had a sense of what you were doing. But also, you wanted him just as bad. You needed him practically.

You might as well have just stabbed him in the chest. He stood there, trying to think of something else to manipulate you into giving him affection again. But he couldn’t. His panic thoughts clouded his mind that he didn’t have the energy anymore.

“Alright. Uh- well. Fucking-just…” He pulled away from you, walking to the other side of the room to grab something to distract him from what was happening right now. “Alright I guess.” He mumbled to himself. He started to get ready for the breakfast. He couldn’t even look at you.  “What is it though? That you regret so much about it? Am I just-am I not fucking whatever the fuck you like?” Anger finally coming into play of Romans emotions. He couldn’t handle all the emotions that were rushing through him, so he picked whatever came first. All the things people have told him were at the front of his mind. Reminding him of all of his weirdness. How he wasn’t smart enough. How he was childish. That he was odd looking. He was short. He talked weird. He was a moron. Everything.

Your eyes had pity in them as he just started to bombard you with such heavy questions. You didn’t want to hurt him any further than you had to, but it had to be done. You knew this was not going to go well for the both of you. “Please don’t do this Roman.” You begged, but he just wouldn’t let it go.

“No- come on. What the fuck is so wrong with me? Huh? Cause apparently everyone fucking does. Including you. So what is it? Huh?” He let his mouth run without a second thought. Barely even the first thought were coming through entirely.

“We just can’t!” You were trying to get it through his head. He let out air shoot out through his teeth, calling on your bullshit. “Roman, can you fucking relax? I don’t want this. This was just as a big mistake for you than it was for me.” Roman interrupted “Bull-fucking shit.”

“You are not emotionally ready. You and I wouldn’t work. Also come on! You were fucking upset about possibly losing CEO to Shiv and- “You tried to reason with him but before you could even finish what you wanted to say Roman cut you off.

“So that’s why you kissed me? Because you felt sorry for me?” He couldn’t believe it. “God you’re a fucking bitch.” He laughed to himself out of pure annoyance. “Get the fuck out.” He told you as calm as his rage and emotional body could give. He pointed at the door, but you didn’t think you should. You wanted to explain, but Roman was not in the right headspace to even have an adult conversation.  You turned around to open the door before Roman landed one more insult at you. “Fucking pathetic bitch.” He spat out. You shut your eyes, trying to take a breath, but your anger got the best of you.

“You’re just annoyed I won’t fuck you. Maybe if you weren’t such a fucking suck up with no actual thoughts of his own, your dad would make you CEO.” You said before leaving the door, slamming the door shut.

Roman stood there, alone. He just looked at where you stood before leaving him behind. He ruined it. He completely fucked up something good.

You rushed down the hall before going to your room. You wanted to just scream, but there was barely any privacy around with the amount of people were in the house. You couldn’t even tell Jess. You knew she’d be pissed. She wouldn’t even hear you out. You weren’t sure where to go next from here. Whatever was there, that friendship, the professionalism, gone. All cause Roman couldn’t keep his comments to himself, you neither.

You paced around, shaking your hands as a way to calm yourself down and you took deep breaths. Roman was going to have to fire you. Fuck, you might even need to quit. And Roman was going to blacklist you or something. You didn’t know where to go from here. I mean- it was the fucking Roy’s! They were all vindictive assholes. Roman tries to ruin his siblings, why wouldn’t he try to ruin your life too? You were just some girl who didn’t give him what he wanted.

Jess sent you texts, wondering where you and Roman were. Logan was meeting with Nan with the other kids and Nan’s closest members. You both had missed breakfast. And now Roman was missing this big meeting. All over a stupid kiss.

‘Sorry I woke up late and Roman was still asleep.’ You lied. Fuck. You needed to get him out of his room. You returned to the room, knocking before coming in. Roman was gone though. Fuck. You roamed around, looking for him. You headed to the common area, seeing Roman talking to Gerri. You had no idea why, but you were scared to find out. Despite being worried about your job, a large part of you didn’t care. Roman had been so awful to you over something so minor. You didn’t know if you were willing to ever work with him if he was going to treat you this way. You didn’t need that in your life again. The berating. The insults. The blaming. All because you weren’t willing to allow something they wanted from you. You had dealt with it for too long and had tried to learn to not accept that kind of thing to ever again.

Jess found you though. You couldn’t look at her directly though. You felt guilty for even lying to her. That’s practically what you did just by looking at her.

“You alright?” She asked you, her hand placed on your arm. You nodded, clearing your throat.

“Yea- might get fired. Roman had a temper tantrum.” You dumbed down the situation. Jess’ face dropped, rubbing your arm to comfort you. “Kendall was the same way. Don’t stress. Here. Let’s go out for a walk.” She suggested. But before you both could, Logan stormed out of the meeting. The deal didn’t go through. Nan wasn’t willing to be bought out for what they had suggested. She thought they deserved more. Logan basically ordered for everyone to leave. We had listened of course. You refused to be with Roman though. You needed your space. You just rode with Connor, Willa, Jess and everyone else that was associated close enough with the family. But the Roy’s and Gerri left together. Once you landed though, Logans demeaner changed. I guess Nan thought they were bluffing and decided to go with the deal while they were flying. They had made the deal after all. And Roman was once again left out.

Everyone piled in a car, Kendall moving over for a seat for you, but Roman shut the door. “What the fuck are you doing?” Kendall asked him, annoyed. He opened the door, telling you to come in, putting his arm and leg in place for Roman not to shut the door. You kindly declined, but Kendall kept insisting. “We won’t leave without you. Come on. There’s no room in the other car.” He shouted. There was. But the third car was only for Logan and Marcia. You sighed before stepping into the car.  Roman put his sunglasses on, not wanting to be seen from you or others. But it drew more attention to himself. He just didn’t want to see the pity looks from you and the scolding ones from Kendall as clear. “Dude take that shit off.” Kendall warned Roman.

“Shut the fuck up.” Roman replied. He was too exhausted and emotionally drained to come up with something smart. “Oh, fucking look at me. I’m Kendall. I try to boss everyone around for the same stupid shit I do.” Roman mimicked. Kendall rolled his eyes, deciding to ignore him.

“Jeez what fucking crawled up your ass today?” Shiv teased. You stayed quiet, feeling tense around Roman. You didn’t want him to out your secret to the car. And you definitely didn’t want to deal with his juvenile behavior either.

“Why the fuck do you care? I’m wearing sunglasses! Why the fuck do you give a shit?” He snapped. “Just- fuck.” He whispered, looking out the window. Tom put his hand over Shiv’s thigh, warning her to just leave him be. Shiv was just amused to even get this kind of reaction out of Roman. “Y/n can you fucking fix my idiotic brother?” She started to try to annoy him even more. “She seems to know his fucking reset button.” She crossed her arms across her chest, laying back in the car.

“Uh- I tried already.” You shrugged, speaking lowly. Jess looked at you concerned. You weren’t doing so alright honestly. It stung. Romans’ behavior brought too many memories back. A lot of old emotions that you hadn’t felt in a while.  

Shiv put her hands up in defense, putting them down immediately after. We drove down the East side of Manhattan, planning to drop Jess and Kendall off at his house, so he can go to meetings he had set up for the day and get ready for them. As for Roman, Shiv and Tom, they were going home. You didn’t schedule anything for Roman. Only on the basis of not even knowing where you even stood. Unfortunate for you, you couldn’t go with them. You asked, texting Jess privately. She asked Kendall, but Kendall was too busy. He didn’t see why you needed to be there.

They left the car, leaving Roman, Shiv and Tom right in front of you. Roman refused to move to sit near you. He was as far as possible from you. What a child? Shiv moved over to finally have some more space. “Jeez, fucking child.” She whispered. The car was way too quiet. You’ve never spoken to Shiv and the only time you’ve spoken to Tom was at the dinner.

“Uh- by the way, I hope you didn’t take anything of offense last night.” Tom started. “Uh- it’s just politics. I hope you didn’t- “He tried to find the word. You shook your head and tried to give him a smile that assured him you weren’t mad. “No- don’t worry. I wasn’t. Everyone has their own views about stuff like that.” You tried to assure him. He let out an exaggerated sigh of relief, causing Shiv to smile to herself. Despite how they might be, Shiv did truly love Tom. She just had a hard time expressing it. But certain things he did made me smile. She was content. Even if they didn’t always get along.

“Well- good. If you’re going to be here for as long as Jess, I wanted to- “Tom was cut off by Roman. “She won’t be.” He said loud enough for them to understand him. He hadn’t been this quiet in a while.

That was low. It was almost as if he tried to slice you back for hurting him as badly as you did. You looked away, trying to hide how upset it actually made you. Your eyes welded up, but you wiped your cheeks as soon as a tear left your eyes. You did not want this to be your first conversation with Shiv.

Shiv looked at the two of you, her eyebrows raised, feeling as though they just involved themselves in something they shouldn’t have. “Oh, come on Rome.” Shiv tried to reason. Despite not knowing you, she saw how Roman has actually been changing for the better since you started to work there. “What happened to me being jealous of you because of her?” She tried to rationalize.

Roman shrugged, asking the driver how much longer till they got to his place. “Cause she fucking sucks at her job.”

“Am I bad at my job or are you just too fucking stupid and conceded?” You finally snapped back at Romans abuse. You stayed quiet since you left his room, but you couldn’t let him embarrass you in front of other people like that.

“Woah- what the fuck happened?” Shiv asked, put herself in between the two of you in case it got too heated. Roman looked at you, testing to see if you were willing to tell them. You weren’t. He shook his head, looking out the window. Roman took it as if you were embarrassed about what you did. You did tell him that. But it wasn’t true. You gave him most of your reasons, but he had to cut you off.

“I overpay stupid post college girls, essentially.” Roman dumbed you down. Shiv gave him a look, telling him to quit his insults.

“Hey, be fucking glad she even was there yesterday. She essentially made you look like a saint with Nan. Plus I know you didn’t read that fucking book Rome, you can barely read a text.” She made a point. “If Nan comes and doesn’t see her, despite all that ‘we’re family’ bullshit, she’s gonna drop out of the deal. Give her some credit Rome.” She made a point.

Nan adored you. And you made the Roy’s look more likeable. Their digs at each other came off friendly because you played it off as ‘family’ jokes. And you made an impression that they let you in. If you were to be fired, it’d make her question how they actually treated family. She’d probably reassess the deal.

“You can’t fire her Rome. She can’t quit either. This deal is too important to dad.” She tried to make him talk, but he wasn’t listening to a single thing she said. “She only likes her because they both have the same part between their legs. Same with you Shiv. You think Nan thinks you’re actually qualified? Or that you’re what the company needs? No. She’s just a believe all women old wench.” Roman tried to hurt Shiv now. No one was safe from Roman’s cruelty.

“Just cause you aren’t likeable doesn’t mean we aren’t.” You fired at him. “The only clients that actually deal with you are fucking ex frat bros who date rape women.” “And what do you do exactly? Get me fucking coffees all day? Read my emails? Stop acting like your job has any fucking meaning other than being an Uber Eats driver and a fucking secretary.” Roman was in the defense. The car stopped and Roman got out of the car quickly, slamming the door hard enough to shake the car a bit.

You looked up, your lips naturally curving into a pout. Your eyes welled up with tears once again, but this time you couldn’t hide it. Shiv looked at Tom, wondering what they could do to help you out. They did genuinely enjoy you. You made Roman work harder. He actually had been jumpier and less of a nuisance since you had started. Shiv put an arm around you, bringing you into her chest so you can hide your face and cry. You felt humiliated.

“If you’re alright to say it, whatever happened can stay between the three of us.” She offered. But you weren’t sure if that was true. You were so alone in this situation. You just shook your head no and she just nodded and tried to get you to stop crying.

You pulled yourself together, wiping your face quickly. You looked down at your phone seeing Roman text you. ‘come in tomorrow to sign off on your termination’

Shiv saw, laughing in complete annoyance of her brother. She knew this was all what Roman wanted. He wanted a reaction out of you. He did this constantly. It was just another way of getting some kind of attention. Realistically this was just going to be a back and forth for a while. But never actually a termination. And once Roman had found another thing to move on from, he’d slowly be nicer. They unfortunately had to leave, but Shiv gave you her number in case you were okay to talk to her.

You were driven home, but once you got to your apartment, you had a complete meltdown. You screamed, cried, threw things. Whatever helped you get your emotions out somehow. Your cheeks ended up even burning from wiping your face so much and all the salty tears. A lot of bad memories were brought up. A lot of past traumas. All of the berating and abuse your family had put you through. It was how it was being around Roman that day. You were right. They did treat you like family. Because as far as you’re concerned family treated you like utter garbage. Useless. Stupid. You thought you actually could’ve had some comfort with the Roy’s.

You eventually fell asleep early from the exhaustion. You could barely get up from bed. You had no energy in you to move. But after lying there, you knew you had to eventually go to work. Even if it was your last day. You got ready and were off to the last day at Waystar. You didn’t bother really spending too much time on notes. You booked Romans schedule out of pure pettiness. Everyone who had been trying to set up a meeting, you had him running around to do so. You walked into work, seeing Roman talking to Gerri once again. Gerri had seemed to be reprimanding him. He tried to explain, but Gerri was careful to explain her views of the story. Roman had apparently confided in Gerri about that night and morning. She agreed on certain things with Roman. You had been harsh, and you should have not kissed him back, but what’s done is done. You made mistakes, but Roman had gone too far multiple times. You might’ve crossed a line, but he crossed multiple. Gerri tried to tell him he had no legal standing to fire you. It could end in a lawsuit if you decided to take it to the court. You could frame it bad enough. But Waystar had good lawyers and ways of making people stay quiet, but Gerri liked you. She couldn’t see something good walk away so quickly. Roman actually did his work. Gerri was always routing for Roman, but he never had any motivation. Gerri knew he was smart and actually had potential, but he ruined it for himself. You just waited in Romans office, sending his schedule to his phone.

Gerri tried to talk him into apologizing for certain things, but Roman wouldn’t budge. Gerri just told him to suck it up and play the waiting game. Who know? Maybe you might just quit. He was disappointed to say the least. Shiv had seen you, waiting for Roman and walked in.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” She asked, sitting across from you. You shrugged and tried your best to give her a genuine enough smile, but it just came off as sad.

“I’m alright. I’m just here to make sure Roman does his work.” You shrugged it off. She nodded, exhaling. “Well, I wanted to invite you as my guest to dad’s celebration dinner tonight. Please try to make it. Marcia made sure to tell the chef already about your diet.” She giggled, standing up. She put a hand on your shoulder. She was so much kinder than you had ever seen her to be. When Shiv wasn’t being pushed by other or competing with them, she could actually be very kind.

“After you’re done with Roman, you could come with me, and we could just talk or spend some time together. Despite what Roman says, he isn’t going to go through with anything.” She assured you before getting ready to leave you.

Roman came in, looking at the two of you. “Why the fuck are you in here?” He asked Shiv, sitting at his desk. “None of your fucking business Roman.” Shiv said in a condescending tone, before finally leaving you behind. He flipped her off as she walked away. He went onto his phone to see your notes of what was left to do. “Where’s my termination papers?” You asked. Roman stayed silent. He did for the rest of the day. He had barely even said a word to you.

Notes: Sorry, this story is gonna have a lot of emotions. But at least we got bestie Shiv.

Chapter 10

[storiesofsvu]

Thursday Funday!

IM SO FUCKING READY. Sometimes I do wish that rita appearances weren’t like.. advertised. I really do want an episode where I am fully not prepared and she just waltzes on screen with no warning. Like.. I’d die…

Okay, what a cold opening that was, creepy and obsessive and I like it.

“just because we can do something, doesn’t mean we should.” Accurate.

I both like and hate the way AI is brought into shows now, like it’s being showcased as something that’s not great most of the time but it’s also just scary the shit they come up with that it does/can do and that stresses me out man. Its fucking terrible.

Jfc the height difference between shaw & the lieutenant LOL she so smol.

Why does olivia always look SO much better on the OTHER law and order shows except for her own.. like… cmon guys, do better

Okay the last time a captain used a rape kit dna to find a perp olivia SCREAMED in her face LOL.  But also yes this is a VERY big issue that will make victims not move forward or get kits done. But also WHY isn’t there a SEPARATE and PRIVATE database for rape kits to be a part of??!!

FUCK

(yes rita just showed up)

Oh she is BACK baby. Oh god… this is giving me theories and so many ideas of not only the gap in time that she’s been on the show (aka in court) and the drastic different physical appearance. Oh man. Oh fuck. This is gonna be my only thought all fucking weekend. Why must I go to work?!

Oh sweet jesus fuck. The delivery of the line “someone who has been *raped* before” from rita made me feel things deep in my soul (and they are things that only confirm/further my thoughts, woof) (not to mention further comments from olivia, oh god there is SO MUCH SUBTEXT HERE!) (gifs & my theories to come later this weekend!!)

We are SO BACK.

LIKE, the little quips, the head tilts, eyebrow raises, ugh YES. The acting/characterization is exactly how it should be and SPOT on.  First suit was meh, second suit was fucking fire (and pretty similar to one of the ones she wore in 25 acts). I don’t want this to be over. PLS let her come back more often.

Also this episode is honestly super good plot and writing and pacing wise so I’m here for it.

I honestly REALLY do enjoy that mothership is basically Nolan getting a strip torn off of him by women he works with every week LOL

Olivia PLEASE. If it was casey who’d gotten that guilty verdict you would’ve come in screaming. Nolan deserves it.

Rita’s suits are giving very presidential and I am here for it.

Tbh I really hoped the girl would get off but I was also very certain that wasn’t going to happen.

Why is it over already? I need more. I need so much more LOL.

Svu time…

Guys for a solid hour there I fully forgot Velasco existed. Like.. Joe who? I only know Ms Calhoun.

I’m like.. 99% sure he’s not gonna be in tonights ep LOL. Who ever would have thought of a day where I was more into OG than SVU lol

Not just a judge but a *federal* judge. Well fuck.

OP! there he is!

Yeah this is one of those super fucked up situations. I lowkey called it from the start when she said “why do you remember more about my childhood than I do?” esp when she’s the younger sister. Trauma= memory loss.

Not me sitting here going “man I really wish there was more cop/investigation in this episode” cause like, I am lowkey bored and wanted more Velasco and kate content. When 97% of the time I’m yelling “MORE COURTROOM” lolololol. This was Scanavino’s time to shine.

Bruno looking fine af though

God this shit is so fucked up.

Shoutout to peter for killin in this episode. Glad they finally gave him something to work with.

I WILL say that I do miss the courtroom sass, from ALL the lawyers. Like, a lot of people focus in on Barba being the sassy one but like, literally all the ada’s have the same if not more sass. Ms Alex “you can have a toothbrush” Cabot. Ms Casey “you’ve just got funky sperm” Novak. Do I even need to quote something from SONYA?? (ugh man I miss her, maybe I’ll watch some old svu after this…) And I’m not saying Carisi lacks this, cause he’s got it, especially in the older seasons when he was a cop. The writing is just lacking nowadays. Give them more personality PLEASE.

VERY heavy Olivia focus tonight, especially between both shows.

Still feels weird to have 4 hours of l&o cut down to only 2. Like.. what am I supposed to do now with the rest of my evening? It’s only 8? I’m just gonna sit  here in silence and fixate about rita for 9458504540549i4923 hours…

[naneun-no]

Hi! So... Am I the only one who thinks Jikook haven't been living under the same roof for quite a while now? I feel like some people, esp Jikookers, don't even want to see it as a possibility, but if we don't want to start acting like a cult we need to start developing some critical thinking (which I think is healthy and needs to be done) Also, I've seen a lot of people say "JK is having a hard time, imagine not spending every second with your partner like you used to bc of his crazy schedule" and tbh, I was thinking just like that at first, but now? Jimin is busy, yes of course, but he clearly has time to hang out with Hobi or even going to visit Jin (which was so nice to see btw, not complaining) I honestly don't think JK and Jimin are hanging out much, actually, I dont even think they see each other often, since JK seems to be living his best introverted life and quite isolated from the rest of the boys (except Tae, which Im kind of glad, at least he is getting out of the house and having a good time) Maybe we should start considering the possibility of them just not sharing time bc they simply chose to and not bc Jimin is busy with his album. I now what they chose to share with us is just a small part of their lives, and there could be a million other possible scenarios, Im not saying Im right or wrong, just what's been on my mind lately. Im not coming here as an insecure Jikooker to seek for aproval, or with bad intentions, Im just sharing my thoughts and genuinely curious to know if anyone else thinks on a similar way. Thank you for taking the time to read💜

Hey! I appreciate the kind way you phrased all of this. In short, if you’ve ever read anything I’ve posted you know what I’m gonna say next: maybe that’s true and feel free to think that 🤷‍♀️

I still don’t get why the idea that they’ve chosen not to spend any time together (which we have no evidence of except for a lack of evidence the other way) is more compelling than the idea that they do in fact spend plenty of time together and just don’t share it (which we also have no evidence of except for the way they treat each other when we do see them). Both have a dearth of evidence, except one seems out of character.

Does that make sense? Like it’s perfectly possible they don’t hang. But also, they were like magnets on all the final Run BTS episodes. Not just magnets but affectionate, touchy, best-friend-or-more type magnets. But also, Jung Kook asked Jimin to come over during a recent live, while being all giggly and cheesy and excited to see him. It didn’t seem like a “it’s been so long, I’m saying this just out of an awkward sense of duty,” to me — it seemed like something that probably happens often. Jimin said something to the effect of “I’ll come after work” or something close, right? (He said many other things too but that was the only one that correlated directly to hanging out other than the one where he expressed desire to tie back JK’s hair which could be innocuous or could be something he does when they hang out, who knows?). But also, JK told his boxing instructor that JM would come soon, but also JM talked to that same instructor like he knew him well, and likely has gone with JK to lessons in the past. But also, it really hasn’t been that long since JK’s weirdly sexual/teasing birthday video for Jimin and now several members have had birthdays pass and nobody else got that treatment. But also… the list goes on, I’m sure there’s more but my coffee’s getting cold.

So, I can’t speak for all Jikookers because we are in fact not a cult, so there aren’t established patterns of belief that we all must adhere to. You think maybe they’ve stopped hanging out cause they haven’t shared it with you. Cool. Many others, myself included, think it’s unlikely that you would abruptly stop hanging out with someone who clearly means so much to you while still continuing to treat said person in a loving, flirty, domestic manner. They don’t act like exes, not even a little bit, so we have no reason to think they are. I think it seems much more in character for them to be preserving the final shreds of privacy they have to protect the relationship that means more to them than the other ones; or at least means something different.

Idk, but if you actually believed them to be dating at any point, or even just as close of friends as they appear, regardless of dating, think of how that would look if they suddenly stopped speaking.

Remember when Tae and JK did kinda stop hanging out? Remember how it was kind of obvious through their interactions that they weren’t as close, and then they full on addressed it in that conversation and talked about how they needed to put more effort into their friendship (which kudos to them, like you said, seems like they are). If anything, Jimin and JK’s relationship over the years has seemed even more close and symbiotic than almost any other friendship in the group except maybe vmin. So I would think if that was crumbling away, we’d see a lot more in their interactions than giggly, sweet, heart eyes and “eat well my baby” comments.

Feel free to disagree!

[hypmicdaydreams]

this is my first time ever requesting something and im a bit nervous, but i had to since your writing felt so comforting..

love epiphany 4, "getting flustered around them" with doppo and jiro? (separately) with someone theyve been friends with for a decently long time!! thank you

Aww thank you so much anon!! You're too sweet.. I'm glad you love my writings so much, and I'm glad they bring you some comfort 💖 These were so cute and endearing, and I hope you enjoy these of Jiro and Doppo 💕 Thank you for the request anon! and I hope you love your first one~

love epiphany prompts: getting flustered around them

-pairings: jiro yamada x gn!reader, doppo kannonzaka x gn!reader

-genre: fluff

-word count (overall): ~1.55k

Jiro (659 words)

“did you finish the japanese homework?” jiro’s heart skips a small beat as he asks, standing above you and your desk. there’s the slightest tint of rosy pink hue his cheeks, and jiro sheepishly rubs the back of his neck, averting his gaze with yours. he’s all cute in his slightly wrinkled school uniform.

he’s not entirely sure why he feels so strange; his breath hitches in his throat as he asks, and he feels a bit embarrassed now, heart skipping a beat. i mean, he was simply asking his friend for homework answers after all. it wasn’t anything he hadn’t done before, time and time again. after all, you were his close friend; this is what friends were for, right? (no, he’s not merely using you for homework answers, unlike what saburo would imply).

but yet, jiro feels as if he was going to lose it. he was all too warm and flustered.

he doesn’t get it; you were his best friend! jiro doesn’t get why he’d feel like this over you. this has never happened in the years of friendship before, all entirely new sensations. the way his heart twists into knots (but good knots) and jiro suddenly gets all warm at the mere thought of you: it all made no sense! jiro groans. it freaks him out to some degree.

despite all that, they weren’t necessarily bad feelings. they were..strange, sure, but jiro actually quite liked the warmth they brought. the fluttery sensations in his stomach and the way he got a tad lightheaded

“yeah, i did.” you already know damn well what jiro was getting at. in typical jiro fashion, he didn’t do the homework, much too busy binging a new anime; he had texted you about it late last night anyway. “you need it?” well, the answer to that question was clear.

he nods, sheepishly so. it’s weird — you’ve never made him feel this way before, so hot and bothered. he’s antsy and on edge, as if his own heart was going to rupture out of his chest any moment now. it worsens when you laugh; it’s the first he’s realized how..nice? your laugh sounds. it was cute.

“well,” you laugh, noticing his weird mannerisms. it makes jiro jump a little in his skin, and the warm flush he had turns a bit brighter. “here you go.”

his hands brush over yours lightly, as jiro takes your paper from you; he swears his heart jumps all the way to his throat at the accidental touch, and his stomach gets all fluttery with the butterflies. the pink on his cheeks deepen, and jiro can feel his fingertips go all numb. he grips your paper a bit harder, but the only sensation he can feel at the moment is that of his pounding heart. he’s even more flustered now.

this..this was exactly like a shoujo manga! jiro flushes at the realization. he can see the sparkles and hearts all over this scene, when the love interests share a moment. was this like a shoujo scene? i mean, it certainly felt like it, not that jiro entirely minded.

“man, you’re the best!” he throws an arm around your shoulders, though the mere proximity and touch of you was enough to send him into a frenzy once more.

did..did he like you? but you guys were friends, so it couldn’t be. i mean, jiro knew you for a long time! if he’s only developed feelings for you just now, then that would’ve been weird, right? but again, this could very well be a friends to lovers romance.

he grins, a bit boyish and warm. jiro actually liked the thought of that; it sounded all too good.

even though jiro is still a bit confused on his feelings for you — friend or crush — all he knows is that he wanted to be by your side forever and ever. it felt too good not to be.

Doppo (886 words)

“i’m..i’m so sorry!!” doppo is quick to apologize and bow, looking in absolute horror as he accidentally dumped your drink all over your shirt. it’d been a while since the two of you were able to hang out, alone, and yet doppo managed to mess it up already. oh he’s clumsy, more so than usual.

“it’s ok doppo,” you try to reassure, though it fell on deaf ears. well, knowing doppo (which you absolutely did), you knew it’d be futile. he liked to try and correct his mistakes.

“no..no it’s fine! here- i can..”

he struggles in getting you some napkins, and doppo drops them all over you, again. he’s just even more embarrassed now, though before he can go back to apologizing profusely, you assure him that it was totally fine.

stupid stupid stupid — doppo can’t help but scold himself. he’s been more clumsy as of late, totally lost in his thoughts and self. it only worsened when doppo was around you or even simply thinking about you. his heart skipped multiple beats, similar to those from his anxiety itself, and he found himself trembling a bit, though he’s not sure if that’s from anxiety as well or not.

he’s been feeling strange lately, well, more so than he usually does. his heart skips way too many beats — doppo thinks he may have arrhythmias — and he’s been feeling feverish, all warm. he thinks he’s probably sick. i mean, all these were surely symptoms of some form of medical condition: shivering arms, a fast heart beat, breath getting stuck in his throat, a fever of sorts. blegh, it sounds like the seasonal flu, he mulls.

all those hours of being overworked are finally catching up to him, doppo thinks; his body has finally given up once and for all..

it actually scares doppo to some extent, all these hot and bothersome feelings. he doesn’t know why he feels this way — all warm and jittery. and he didn’t know why it only ever occurred around you. it wasn’t the flustered type he got whenever his boss would scold him on something so menial; no, these flustered feelings actually felt good, and it scares doppo that he can’t seem to understand why.

“are you ok, doppo?”

you give your longtime friend a look of concern, and that’s when doppo finally snaps out of his thoughts. unfortunately, his heart skips another beat at the sound of your voice (it was then he realized that it sounded so nice), and that alone makes him flush a bit of a pink.

oh, he’s fidgeting a bit again, doppo realizes. it was a bit of a bad habit of his. his hold on his cup of coffee isn’t entirely great, and you’re clearly worried that he’s going to spill the hot drink all over himself.

worried.. doppo flushes even brighter, and he feels the blood rush; it was such a dizzying feeling. he didn’t know why, but the thought of you worrying over him made doppo so happy. it didn’t even make sense! the two of you were great friends; of course you’d worry over him.

“sorry..” he apologizes, again. god, he had no idea why the words hitched in his throat around you. it wasn’t normal; doppo usually wasn’t at a loss of words around your “ok- i’m ok! it’s just..”

he sounds so stupid, doppo scolds himself as he continues to drink his coffee. he was supposed to be hanging out and catching up with you (which was great considering it was a rare instance he didn’t have work that day), but instead, doppo was making a damn fool out of himself. first, it was accidentally bumping into you and spilling your drink all over yourself — which, thankfully, wasn’t scalding hot. second, he dropped the napkins all over you, and now, doppo couldn’t speak! he doesn’t know what’s gotten into him.

it must be his heart condition. well, he’s assuming he has one given how irregularly it beat right now. doppo couldn’t even think straight, too preoccupied with how strange his chest felt, what all this could mean. and it only ever happened around you.

did..did he like you?

doppo chokes on his coffee at the thought.

“doppo?! are you alright??”

he waves you off, or so, tries to in between his fits of coughs. man, all you’ve been doing this entire time was checking up on him; ah, it makes him feel so bad.

but the thought of him liking you…doppo turns warmer at the thought. that would certainly explain the change in his demeanor, how even as stupid as doppo felt right now, he was still happy hanging out with you. it explains the rapid ‘badumps’ of his heart and how, even as strange and odd his chest feels, doppo still finds himself enjoying it. even as much as he makes a fool out of himself, tripping over his two left feet and feeling all the more embarrassed, doppo still enjoys himself with you. when you smile, it gives him the butterflies, and he gives a gentle one in return.

doppo thinks he might like you.

(though the fact that you’re his longtime friend definitely has him questioning the morals of it all and whether or not he’d even make a good boyfriend for you)

[goddesspharo]

I wait (im)patiently for all of your ao3 updates, you have such a gift for characters and story and im so glad you’ve decided to share it with us all 🫶🏼

With all of the different stories that you have going on, how do you pick which one to focus on?

I also just have to ask when we can expect another chapter of “can’t fake what you can’t break up with” which genuinely might be the best fanfic I’ve ever read

Oh wow, thank you so much! This was so lovely to see! It's always nice to hear that people enjoy your work! The funny thing is that in my heart, I consider myself a one-shot fic writer because I used to never post multi-chapter things, but it's probably time to accept that this is the monster I have become now that I write such long things due to my inability to just exorcise the demon of whatever idea nugget is in there without backstory and plot and all the other things that cause my WIP count to balloon.

The final chapter of can't fake what you can't break up with is a third of the way done (though, of course, not in order). The rate-limiting step really is this one scene that I just need to write because I'm fairly sure that everything after that will be much easier to write, but for whatever reason I keep not writing it but also not writing around it either. And in the time that I've been doing this, the path to the ending has sort of...expanded a little to include another scene that I didn't think about adding before. So the long short answer is that I don't quite know when I will post it (hopefully soon-ish? the story is still in winter and we are now heading towards fall in real life!), but for the sake of my sanity, when I do post it, it 100% has to be the end because if I extend this thing yet again, it'll be a never-ending winter and there are simply not enough months in the season for that!

I wish there was a more interesting answer as to how I pick what to work on, but it really boils down to whether one of them has ongoing momentum like a freight train (I felt that a bit for that on and off again (and on again) and deliriously for the first few chapters of can't fake what you can't break up with that lead me to think I'd bang that out in a month) or if I suddenly have a flash of knowing exactly what I want to write. (Usually it'll be a line or scene that pops into my head that is perfect for it and then I'll write my way to that scene.) But there are other WIPs that are fully plotted out in my head that I can't seem to finish right now simply because my brain doesn't want to put it into words just yet (definitely an indentation in the shape of you - God, someone just pull it out of my brain and put it in a word doc!). Or there are WIPs that born from me avoiding working on another WIP (hello the last few fics I've posted)! I've tried in the past to force myself to work on just one WIP even when I've got ideas for something else that are dying to come out and it's just not as enjoyable. Why limit yourself to the point where your fun hobby feels like a slog that you're not actually getting paid to do? (All that said, it does drive me insane to have unfinished WIPs racking up so basically I'm shooting myself in the foot either way.)

[spilledbeans116]

Hii it's me again, here to tell you about how i stayed up all night reading the Princess Saga. I normally don't read long fics (due to never having free time) but, boy, yours got me glued to the screen for HOURS. Everything in it is so balanced, you have fluff, you have angst, nsfw, combat, funny moments, you name it. Absolutely well written! If i wasn't already a fan of your writings, i'd say you gained one❣️❣️ (i don't even feel tired at all tf)

AGDHAGDHAGW IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT BUT YOU NEED SLEEP!!!!!!!

But seriously that means so much to me. I know longer fics can be a bit daunting, but I truly tried to make it feel as balanced as possible. I know it’s pretty long but it’s because for over a year it was just something that was for ME. It’s funny because I work backwards; the first scene ever come to me was the ending, and I had to figure out HOW to get there. The characters needed to be developed and it needed to be believable. Sure, maybe I could cut out some filler chapters, but that’s not what I wanted. I wanted everything to feel natural.

I made this account when I was over halfway done with it, and didn’t start posting anything, one-shots or chapters for it, until it was already completed. I read through every chapter before I post to go back, double check, and edit things. If someone does read all the chapters, I want it to mean something. I’m glad that you did think it was worthwhile and that you’re enjoying it because there truly is nothing more I could ask for.

It makes me sad a lot of people might not read it because of how long it is, but for those that stick through, I’m hoping it’s one of the best fics you’ve ever read. That’s a pretty large label though, I’d be happy with tenth best LOL

So, from the bottom of my heart, THANK YOU SO MUCH! ALL OF YOU!!!!! I hope in the future I continue to do this fandom justice and make you all proud!!!!

[fatfables]

Fat People Can Sing Too (Part 5)

Parts one to four available below.

Ben had a roaring headache. A bell boy helped him up, gave him six ibuprofen, and walked with him to his room. “By the way, you should probably look at this morning's paper,” he said. Ben opened the door and David was already there sitting on the sofa, a pile of morning papers, tabloids and broadsheets, in front of him. Ben wondered if David had stayed in his room overnight but didn’t ask. “Brian will be here soon, we’ll start then,” was all he said. Ben felt sick, he thumped onto the bed with such force that David thought it might break. This reminded him, “While we wait for Brian I’ll order you breakfast, you must be starving with that hangover!”

David was right, hangovers did make Ben really hungry. He wolfed down the two English breakfasts and was working his way through fifteen syrup drenched pancakes when Brian arrived. “I’m glad to see that you’re still fixated on winning…,” he said, looking at Ben who was greedily gulping down the sugar intense breakfast treats, sticky tree syrup running down his big round double chin. “...But I fear it may be in vain. I think you blew it last night.” Ben was alarmed by Brian’s dour demeanour; he was normally so positive. Aggressive, but positive. He wondered what he could possibly have done so wrong to blow his own chances. He felt a small tear welling up in his left eye. He had been so close to being famous.

David showed Ben one of the red-top papers, “Ben Sherman is a fat lazy alcoholic!” The fat on Ben’s face crumpled up into a never before seen shape. What? He was so confused. He protested loudly that this was bullshit and that they needed to sue the paper, sue the reporter, sue anybody! He had never been an alcoholic, yes he liked to drink, but that wasn’t the same! Was it?

“Can’t we use this addiction for sympathy?” said David, hopefully. “Don’t be such a fucking moron!” Brian screamed at him. “No one feels fucking sorry for alcoholics! Everyone thinks it’s there own fucking fault!”. His face was bright red. He started to prance about the room; “How could someone do that to themselves?” “No wonder he can’t get a job!” He was putting on different women's voices and waving his arms about in an effeminate manner. “His liver will blow soon if he doesn’t stop.” “I don’t know why he doesn’t just stop?” “Just don’t drink so fucking much.” He stopped prancing and stared at Ben, who had stopped eating to watch him. “That’s what they’ll fucking say! They’ll blame you, say it’s your own fault. No one pities alcoholics. No one fucking likes them!” He put a woman's voice back on again, “Why doesn’t he just drink less?”

“Because, he’s got a binge eating disorder,” said David. Brian looked at him and smiled. “No, I fucking don’t,” said Ben through a mouthful of pancakes. “That’s the first smart thing you’ve said today,” said Brian. Ben was confused. He hadn’t realised that Brian had aimed his comment at David.

Ben had never liked the binge eating disorder angle. It was disingenuous. Lying about being diabetic had been bad enough, now they wanted him to double down on the dishonesty. He believed that making up such lies only took advantage of people who really had to deal with such issues. He put this point to David later that afternoon but David had won the argument by saying that he did have a binge eating disorder. Ben vehemently argued that he didn’t and that the whole weight gain idea had been against his initial wishes. David countered by pointing out that Ben had eaten three large battered cods, a large portion of chips, two tubs of mushy peas, and four jumbo sausages for lunch. And that anyone who could do that whilst proclaiming that they didn’t have a binge eating disorder was clearly delusional, hence proving that they did in fact have a disorder. Ben had no comeback to this so he just sat sulking on his bed in a depressive manner for over an hour until David brought him two tubs of Phish Food. This cheered him up immensely.

The first part of Brian’s plan was to issue the denials. It was important that even if no one believed them - yet, that they at least made it clear that the reports were wrong. Two days later he arranged a press conference for Ben to explain in his own words what had happened. Ben explained that the stress of the competition had really been getting to him and that he eats when he is stressed. Yes he also likes a drink at times, but not normally to excess, and certainly not everyday. He admitted to having ‘self-control’ issues since his Grandma had passed and that this made the effects of his diabetes worse at times. The combination of too much food, stress, and yes alcohol, on this occasion, had caused him to have an attack and collapse. This was due to his diabetic condition and it was totally irresponsible of the press to jump to false conclusions about alcoholism when in reality he had a disease that was in no way his own fault. The housewives of Facebook and X (formerly known as Twitter) ate it up.

The next day the Daily Mirror and four other papers printed redactions and apologies in an attempt to save face in front of the reader backlash. They had besmirched the housewives hero and were forced to repent. “That’s at least 300,000 more sympathy votes,” Brian had said.

The second part of the plan was to finally admit to the binge eating disorder live on air after Ben had won the semi-final. It was to be the key component of his victory interview in order to garner more votes in the grand final. To make the whole story believable it was now imperative that Ben continued to gain weight. As much as was humanly possible. David was relishing the challenge. They had three days.

Ben ate masses of McDonalds, buckets of Burger King, and colossal amounts of KFC. He had Wagamama’s once, Nando’s twice, and a ton of Taco Bell thrice. His belly kept swelling and he felt constantly full. But he kept overeating anyway. He had Pizza Hut, Dominoes, and Papa Johns. He drank coca-cola, pepsi-cola, tango, and Dr Pepper. But no more beer. He ate piles of pasta with mountains of mushrooms, and loads of lingonberry jam with his meatballs. He gulped down generous portions of profiteroles, pavlovas, and pasties. His hunger grew with his girth. It was now a must to eat more macaroni, mackerel, and macaroons. He needed to have more nuggets, nutella, and noodles. He gobbled it all down into his ballooning belly. His gluttony knew no bounds. His thighs grew thicker. His ass grew wider. His breasts grew broader. He bloated his belly bigger and bigger and bigger. David bought him new clothes, again. While he stayed in and ate apple pies and ice cream, baked alaskas with extra cream, and milkshakes with full fat cream. God, how he now loved cream! He crammed it all into his mouth, he couldn’t wait to feel it all in his belly. His stomach strained and heaved. It was so heavy. He was so heavy. 

[ginnsbaker]

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Hii so I don’t have an emoji but can i be 🧃(if its taken let me know and I’ll pick something else) and im just gonna reply to some of the things you said :)

I get the delayed onset ptsd thing because it actually happened to me after a really bad relationship and I didn’t even realise i had ptsd until i was in therapy (partly cos i thought i was being overly dramatic 💀)

Also i kinda feel like the only anon who isn’t actually mad at piet because even tho he cheated himself in that situation hes playing a role much more important to him and thats protective brother which is made worse by the fact his sister is his only family left and she almost died EVEN WORSE the same way as a parent

Im glad you said something about yelena being fucked up cos no one else was and I thought it was just me i definitely agree shes the least fucked up so far but that isn’t hard when wanda and reader are right there i think yelena is in love with the idea of reader and who they once were rather than who they are now like reader is not the same one yelena loved all those years ago but she doesn’t see that. Everything you said in your response about yelena makes sense to me i think we’ve all at one point thought we could “fix” someone or at least tried and in my circumstances that never ends well because you can’t fix people like that especially not when they don’t help themselves. One of my favourite quotes is “sometimes, we have to be broken down so that we can be rebuilt into what we’re actually meant to be” and i think that’s what’s happening here the reader has been completely torn down until their last atom and trying to feel whole without rebuilding. I think that quote could also apply to reader and wanda’s relationship in a way. But yeah i get why yelenas sticking it out we’ve all done it with someone who definitely didn’t deserve us but love makes you do weird things especially while you still have the rose tinted glasses on i hope for her sake she takes them off soon

I haven’t got too much to say about wanda (surprisingly) but you’re right and that quote from the perks of being a wallflower has been in my head while reading this for a while now. You’ve also made me think more about my views on cheating because until i read your book i never thought I could forgive a cheater but there’s something about the way you wrote wanda that makes me want to and that was from really early on probably when reader is talking to nat and wanda comes i think in the diner. I can’t really explain why i think part of it is because in my own experience when my gf cheated on me the thing that bothered me the most was I couldn’t tell what parts of my relationship were real and all the times she said she loved me i had been lied to. In wanda’s case for some reason i still don’t think she ever lied about loving the reader and i know thats a contradiction because she cheated but theres just something that makes me think that and part of it might be i still don’t understand her reason for cheating and like i said am waiting for a big hoaxy reveal that is was blackmail or smth because thats how little it makes sense. I was actually planning on keeping this part brief so my bad 😂 but i hope she has therapy and learns to view herself better and accept love and i mean read love not being used.

Reader is definitely the villain of the story i know theyre trying to hold it together but surely they must realise the damage they are causing snd the GIANT need for therapy

🧃 Emoji is yours :) I don't have many anons yet, so much of the emojis are still available.

I'm sorry to hear about the bad relationship you had. No one deserves to go through it, although it happens to a lot of us. But thank god, we're survivors, aren't we?

Yeah, thank you for saying that on Piet's behalf. I'm an only child, but that only made me more protective of my friends who I treat as my siblings. My best friends have all cheated on their partners at one point in their lives and I had numerous fights with them for it, but at the end of the day, I'm their ride or die, I will protect them at all cost.

Well, said about Yelena. Can't really add anything more to that.

Re: Wanda - with your own experiences, I think the greatest struggle is the trust. That was the one that was broken, not the love. (Am I correct?) You can't trust your past, your present and your future. And that is such a struggle when you love someone, but you're not certain if it's real for them. Thanks for sharing something so personal, even if you're on anon.

I'm going to tell you as early as now, there's no big, shocking reveal that will make you think "oh, so i get why she cheated, because of that reason, maybe i'll give her a pass". Like you said, the cheating makes little sense. And that's the biggest conflict in the story-> it doesn't make sense, why do it?

The only reveal I can spoil is Wanda's own fucked up childhood and the little issues she has with her marriage to R that piled up unknowingly. R is good, and faithful and supportive, but it doesn't mean you can 100% supply all your partner's needs. Like I said, in IFISS which was told in R's perspective, R thought her marriage was perfect and loving. But did Wanda feel the same?

Whew that was long! But I live for these kinds of discussions, because I haven't let any friends in real life read this story, lol not even my gf cause she's not really a reader.

Thanks again for sharing your thoughts :) hope to hear from you in the next chapter.

[clonesupport]

quizz and meiker catch up!

holy shit there’s so many

thank you @shegetsburned @kyber-infinitygems @captastra @roofgeese @direwombat so much for tagging me even if i wasn’t active i appreciate them so much!!💖✨ thanks guys TwT🙏✨

these are all gonna be for tanya hehe✨

starting with these two meikers!

Tanya Reya | COD

it’s hard to make anything look military in 60s aesthetic lemme tell you AHAHAHA, ok now all the quizzes!

if you were a deity, what would it be the god of?

storms and the sea

your followers worship you for safe passage through the sea. your title implies a dark and brooding individual but you’re much more playful than the name implies. although you’re quite easy-going, you have no patience for those who disrespect the ocean and their punishment is nothing short of severe. those who do anger you are often never seen again, hidden in the depths of the sea that light can’t touch.

let me tell you your darkest desire

to be saved by someone

the hurt you carry in your heart is a heavy burden to bear. you dream of someone, a figment of light and beauty, to heal your scars. but i promise, you are not as broken as you believe. (let me kiss it better.)

what’s your underlying motif?

the dog

whether it’s the way you bare your teeth when backed in a corner, your loyalty, or your tendency to act on instinct, your reoccurring theme is the dog. like mitski said “i get mean when im nervous, like a bad dog” or how halsey said “i won’t smile but i’ll show you my teeth” even when migos said “dance with my dogs in the night time” the essence of the dog runs through you. you’re tough and a quick draw on the outside, but if we got down to it we’d see you’re acting the only way you’ve ever known how. it doesn’t make you bad, survival is natural, your loyalty and determination is commendable. i don’t blame you for the way you act when your back is against a wall, but please remember to not bite the hand that feeds.

which type of protagonist are you?

universe's accident

you don't think you're special, but you really, really are. and yeah okay, maybe you weren't supposed to be here, but damn, we're glad you are. whatever prank the universe pulled, it was backfired beautifully. you're the type of protagonist whose flaws become their greatest assets. your boughts of bad luck eventually come back around as bonuses to you and what you protect as miraculous coincidences of earned convenience. always remember--there are no accidents.

how is your soul perceived?

the protecting nurturer

you have the heart that belongs to a warrior's mother. you ache for your loved ones and you'll fight to preserve their smiles. you take care of the people around you. you want them to feel safe and warm. you do anything to protect those around you, even if it's from themselves. you have an eye for the details no one else realizes they need. you're the one that makes a house a home. you make sure it's safe because you know what it was like to be afraid of the places that should have been comforting.

good lord that was a lot, anyway thank y’all for tagging me! i’m not gonna tag anyone cuz i’m so late to these i’m sure they’re made their rounds but if you haven’t done it and wanna this is me tagging you!

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sigh lets try this again.. hi. my first response got deleted so.. im rewriting it. :(

i love the zoo so much. i might not be the best person to hide behind.. im not sure id be able to protect you very well in the case of an emergency. i would try though. and having you so incredibly close.. id be really nervous. the zoo where i live is free, and one of the best zoos in America.. i swear im not just saying that. we have seals.. I really think you’d enjoy the seal shows. i love them so much.. they’re so silly. it would be so nice to go shopping with you. i would love if we dressed each other up.. i am actually very interested in being a sort of doll.. i love the idea of being dressed up by someone, them styling me exactly how they want me.. being their perfect beautiful doll. id love that. i would buy you lunch.. you’re much too sweet to have to pay for yourself constantly. there are really so many fun things we could do. just run around, going to every store.. how fun. i think that i would probably buy the person im on a date with a couple of things, and i would buy anything that they think would look cute on me. and you’re right, park dates are very romantic. i hope i can go on one someday.

my dogs have kept me from committing suicide multiple times.. so i guess they have saved me from life threatening situations. they are my babies, truly.. and yes. i do love compliments. (now im all embarrassed.. huff..)

i also enjoy writing a lot. it’s really sweet that you have such a close connection to it. i just read a lot as a child. i would read at recess, at lunch, during class, anywhere i could when i was in elementary school. kids made fun of me sometimes.. but whatever. yes, writing is such an amazing way to convey a story. you can paint mosaics with just words.

any time i can cook, or i can help my mom with cooking, i do it.. i really enjoy cooking. im not too great.. but im ok. good, maybe. gosh, i can’t imagine being the main cook for my family.. that seems stressful. you’re so cool.. im sure your food is absolutely amazing. i honestly really like any meat usually, i like potatoes.. im a very simple person. i do really really like chicken tikka masala.. mmmm. so good. and pasta. pasta is also great. for desserts.. give me a warm chocolate chip cookie, and im set. baking date.. yes… yeeesss…

oh my gosh, we could just nap together! i actually have trouble going to bed at times because i hate being alone, so that sounds wonderful. i love roblox.. its so fun. ive been not playing much of anything recently though, just because ive been tired. i play a lot of different games, but i also watch a lot of playthroughs. i love fnaf playthroughs..

woah, you taught yourself how to do henna..? that’s so impressive. you definitely should be proud. i absolutely would love to see designs you’ve done. im so glad that you slept well, thats amazing.

thank you for being understanding. i deeply appreciate it. and don’t apologize, i really don’t mind. take as long as you need. i have a question; what do you think is the best trait that a person can have?

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helllooo dear ladybug!

aah though I doubt anything would really go wrong in a zoo (I mean it’s possible but unlikely) Hmm?? Even if I wasn’t scared, I’d still prefer being very close, I really enjoy other people’s warmth and touch.. don’t mind me if I randomly start snuggling into your shirt or neck <3 Mm interesting! Care to tell me the name of this zoo? I might be able to visit it if possible or maybe I already did. Mm I’d enjoy a seal show, I love little silly animals.

Ooo a pretty little doll in need of getting dressed up? If I did dress you up, every strand of hair placed just so, every outfit chosen with care, every tiny detail a reflection of my love for you. you. Every stitch of fabric, every button fastened, will be a reflection of my love, my obsession. Let me choose for you. Your colors, your style, your everything. I’ll lace up the ribbons, brush your hair, and watch as you become the masterpiece I’ve always envisioned. I’ll only ever have one doll and whoever that may be I’ll cherish and take care of them till life. Though I should probably shut up before I go on a whole rant about it.. you did give me an idea on what to write as a post, thank you dear!

Mmm? I wouldn’t mind paying for myself.. though of course I don’t want to go broke. Even just window shopping would be fun, I feel like we could bond really well together during shopping dates.. I like to think I have a good sense of style, I could choose cute clothes for you pretty easily.. though what do you think of the idea of matching clothes? Maybe even matching nails? I barely do my nails but I’ve always wanted to match nails with someone.

Your dogs really are lifesavers in the purest sense, aren’t they? it’s heartwarming to see how much you treasure them. I’m so glad they’ve been there to pull you through those dark times. You deserve that love, and I hope you feel how much they mean to you every single day.

ahaha! I love seeing people embarrassed from my flirting or compliments, it’s always so cute!! I just want to lovebomb them and trap them in a cute little cage, all mine.

Ironic that I’m a writer but I don’t read a lot, I guess not specifically books.. iykyk though it’s nice to have a connection with writing. You sound like the nerdy kid in elementary.. I’m sorry it’s just funny to me and now I’m laughing I could see us becoming friends in elementary though I would also slightly doubt it? I was that one foreign kid in elementary who only knew how to speak small amounts of English.. I made a good amount of friends throughout the years though. I think more nearing the end of elementary I became a popular kid and joined in with them more, but I wouldn’t say I was ever mean nor a bully.

That’s good you help your mom! of course everyone starts somewhere, honestly I’d still eat your food even if it was burnt. The food was made with love I really don’t care about how it is. Aha! Increasing my ego with these compliments aren’t we? I don’t know if my food really is that amazing but I hope it meets up to standards. Potatoes? Soo.. French fries or mashed potatoes? I could probably make that. Chicken Tikka Masla is such a popular one, I tried it when I first started cooking at like 8. I burnt the masla and it was just stuck to the pot.. took a hell while to clean but hey at least the chicken was good! I could remake it now, though I might not even have the time to.. takes a while to cook those types of things. Pasta is like my second favorite food, delicious and easy. My top favorite food is lasagna, so yummy and mmmm.. could eat it forever. Coming right up! One warm chocolate cookie with milk for my dear ladybug..

A baking date would be so funny when I imagine it.. another idea to write! Licking off frosting on each other’s nose and laughing from messed up cupcake designs.. aaah you’ve gave me quite the image to think of.

YES?? yes please I would love to nap with somebody, let me hold your body so close that I can hear your heartbeat and I’ll literally never let go!! Though I would accidentally drool on you, but just a sign of my love! ..aha? Do you sleep with a stuffed animal or pillow then since you’re scared of being alone? Playthroughs were fun when I had small amounts of time, easy for me to click back and rewatch where I left off. Please I tried so hard back when I was still early learning English to get into fnaf.. I swear none of the shit made sense to me. Might be a little too late to get into it now but I’ll definitely consider it.

Thank you for the compliments dear! As requested here are a few designs I’ve made all the ones I’m willing to share now.

Mhm! Of course! Thank you for being understanding yourself! It’s appreciated a lot. That’s a really difficult question though.. it depends on the person I’d see them as, like if I see them as a friend or a lover since I have different expectations for both. In general it would be adaptability. It reflects a person’s ability to embrace change and thrive in any situation. Life is unpredictable, and I admire those who can navigate its twists and turns, adaptable people have a certain openness about them, a willingness to learn, grow, and adjust.. it could be helpful for a friend but also for a lover.. Adaptable individuals often prioritize fitting into new situations, or meeting standards, others can steer their behavior or decisions. It makes them.. a little more easy to manipulate, a little more easier for me to make them completely mine, yknow? I won’t go in much detail but I trust you know what I’m trying to say. The question goes back to you, what do you think is the best trait a person could have?

You’re probably sleeping.. hope you have a restful sleep my dear, I will see you in the morning!