#it did give me the idea to drag my cousin to a meeting for shits and giggles if they let him out of space boy jail for shitscram

[pocket-mobster]

expected some fun gameplay tonight but just ended up waiting 45 real-time minutes for a long ass cutscene that gave basically no plot development, yielded redundant-if-any character development, was kind of a bummer, but, above all else, was boring as hell

[quiet-onset]

seeking refuge

pairing: carmen berzatto x reader

wc: 1.5k

summary: carmy is having a day, and you want him to get lost in you.

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact!!!, unprotected sex, overstimulation (character and reader)

a/n: is this realistic? probably not. but that's why it's fanfiction! i truly do not remember writing most of this, but i was looking through my wips to find something work on and came across this already finished fic from last year lol. enjoy!

He had the look in his eye. That look had him curling in on himself, shoulders slumped as his mind ran wild. Every once in a while, he’d get lost in his own thoughts, a complete mashup of all the anxiety-inducing shit he’d ever encountered. Money, renovations, Michael, don’t miss NA meeting, walk-in door handle, Ma, menu, run menu ideas by Sydney, Sugar, and oh shit, Sugar’s baby, right, I’m an uncle—

“Carm?”

Like some sort of psuedo-siren, your voice called him back to stable ground, away from troubled waters. Still, he was merely wading when his eyes focused on you. His lips pulled up in an anxious smile, the best he could give you at the moment. “Hey, sorry, hey. I’m here.” He said, nodding his head. Then, his brow furrowed, and he shook away the confusion. “Wait, what are you doin’ here?”

“Richie called, said you might need the rest of the day off.”

Carm rolled his eyes and stood from the office chair, stepping past you to yell at Richie from the doorway. “Cousin!”

“Uh-uh, you are not fuckin’ up my flow today, cousin. I’m in the zone. Take that anxiety bullshit elsewhere, heard?” Richie dismissed him before he could make his defense.

“Hey, fuck you.”

“Yeah, yeah, fuck you, too. See ya tomorrow.” Richie replied. “I need hands, chefs!”

You chuckled behind Carm, wrapping your arms around his waist. You pressed your cheek against his back and immediately felt some of the tension there roll away. “That training did a number on him.” You commented.

“Too smart for his own good now.” Carmen added.

You leaned up to press a soft kiss against his ear. “Come home, bear.”

It was only a matter of time after that. He’d explained the issue on the way home, or at least tried to. “I dunno, there’s just too many thoughts and not enough time or space. Feel like my brain’s gonna fuckin’ explode, just get lost in my goddamn mind.”

He almost pulled over and dragged you into the backseat at your reply. “Get lost in me instead.”

And he did. He managed to keep himself contained long enough to get home, but once there, he wasted no time. A mere fifteen minutes later, and he had you on your back, legs spread about his waist as his thick, hard cock stretched you open. You held on for dear life as your pussy clenched around him, wet and sticky with your arousal.

“Fuck, you feel good, baby. ‘S exactly what I needed.” He panted. “So fuckin’ wet.”

You could barely form the words to respond, hips canting up with each thrust, chasing the pleasure. Not that it mattered to Carmen, he was content with the sweet moans and whimpers that fell without pause from your lips. He adored the sounds you made and strove to pull them out of you as he pounded you into the mattress. He stopped for a brief moment when he felt your walls tighten, groaning deep in his chest. One hand gripped at the back of your thigh and pushed, spreading you wider. The other slid forward until his elbow was pressed against the mattress next to your head, and he buried his face in your neck.

“Gonna make me come ‘f you keep squeezin’ like that, baby.” His lips brushed against your ear as he spoke, his breath hot and wet against your skin.

“Can’t he-help it.” You whined prettily. “Feels good. Please don’t stop, gonna come.”

“Yeah? Gonna come on this dick?” His hand reached down to toy with your clit, eyes rolling to the back of his head when you cried out his name.

All you could do is nod, your moans getting louder as your orgasm approached. And then, pleasure so good, tears pricked at your eyes. Your back arched, your breasts pressed into his chest, you moaned his name. That white-hot bliss pulsed in every part of you, almost like it was being torn from you. Your cunt clamped around him, and you’re sure if you looked down, a ring of your arousal would coat the base of his cock.

Like all he needed was your pleasure, his finish hit him like a truck seconds later. An unending string of fuck, fuck, fuck as he pumped his come into you, the white, warm streams of him coating your walls. His balls pulsed hard as he gave you long, slow strokes, the head of his cock nearly kissing your cervix with one particularly deep thrust.

And even though his pace had slowed, his hips didn’t stop. The overstimulation was starting to set in, your stomach flipping deliciously at the continuous pleasure. Still, he was strangely quiet, so you wanted to make sure he was okay.

“C-Carmy,” You whimpered out. “You still with me, bear?”

You expected a pause, a wait, but the answer was immediate. “‘F course I am. Nowhere else I’d rather be. Goddamnit.”

“Carmen?”

“Gotta have you again.”

You didn’t have time to process his words before he was pulling out of you and flipping you over. He hastily grabbed a pillow and lifted your hips to slide it under. Even in the orgasmic-haze that fogged his brain, he wanted to make sure you were comfortable. Still-hard cock in hand, he stroked himself firmly as he kneeled behind you. His free hand gripped at the fullness of your ass, pulling lightly until he could see the mess he’d made of your pussy, a mixture of yours and his come dripping out of you. It might've drenched the pillowcase, but the thought hadn’t even passed Carmen’s mind. He just leaned over you until his nose was buried in your hair, pressing himself into your sweet cunt once more. You let out a loud moan of his name, your tight walls still fluttering post-orgasm.

“Didn’t want your legs to get sore.” He mumbled as he started fucking you again, slow and deep. “Shit, I need to keep goin'. Need to fill you up again.”

“‘S too good, oh my god.” You cried out. At this angle, the tip of his cock brushed against your g-spot with every thrust.

“Gonna let me keep goin’, right? Let me keep fuckin’ my cock into you, fillin’ your sweet little cunt with my come? Gonna let me get lost in you, pretty girl?”

On one hand, you weren’t sure where this Carmen came from. It wasn’t like he was silent during sex, but he never talked this much. Never this filthy. It was like his pleasure controlled him, the overstimulation working double-time to control his body and mind at once. With every word, his pace got faster, his thrusts deeper, inhibiting your ability to speak. 

It wasn’t made better when Carmen wrapped his arm around your neck, his bicep pressing lightly against your throat. A ragged gasp passed through your lips as he gave an experimental squeeze, timed perfectly with a deep thrust of his cock. He pressed his cheek against yours as you nodded eagerly, hoping the response would suffice.

“That’s it, baby, that’s fuckin’ it. So good to me all the goddamn time.” He groaned, hips bouncing off your ass with every thrust. “Pullin’ me out my head, makin’ me feel good. Perfect girl for me. Perfect girl with a perfect fuckin’ cunt, shit.”

He kept going and going and going, only relishing in a short rest each time. A setting sun and four orgasms later — five, for him — he was still burying his overstimulated cock in your overstimulated pussy. You were on your side now, facing him with your leg thrown over his hip. Each slow thrust of his dick and every pulse of your puffy cunt was laced with pain, but the pleasure was still there, too, making it hard to think. But for Carm, his mind was clear, the only thing left a vision of your sweaty face contorted with mind-numbing pleasure-pain.

One hand pulled you closer by your ass, the other brushing your hair off your sweaty forehead. “So pretty like this, baby. Could do this all fuckin’ day.”

“Carm, ‘s too much.” You gasped, eyes wide as you looked up at him. “Feels too good.”

He wiped a tear from your cheek, feeling his balls throb hard, almost painfully, as he plunged his cock deeper into you. “I know, I know. Just need another one, need to keep going till I’m fuckin’ empty. You can do that, right? You can take it.”

And sure, the overstimulation may have been clouding your judgment. But one look at his blue eyes, glazed over and needy, and you wanted to keep going. You wanted to lay there and let him take what he needed until he was spent, till all the anxious thoughts he ever had faded from memory. Your pussy tightened at the thought as you wondered how long it would take before he fucked his mind completely empty.

And just like that, he was coming again. Your sticky walls coaxed it out of him, pulsing around him until his hips stuttered. With the number of loads he’d already pumped into you, you couldn’t even feel the new warmth of his come. You only knew it was there when his cock pushed back inside, and come dribbled out of you and down your thigh.

And not a moment later, you were on your back again, and he was fucking you headfirst into your sixth orgasm. You and Carmen had a long night ahead of you. 

[dominimoonbeam]

To The Edge - 14

This work is mine and I do not give consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted without my permission. I am sharing chapters as I work on this story but it is copyrighted material that I plan to rework and publish when completed.

story tags: scifi romance, hijinks in space, rogues learning to trust, violence, blood, guns, death, explicit language, so much kidnapping, self harm

Works organized and easily found over on the patreon. <3

TO THE EDGE - CHAPTER 14.

“Sure,” they said.

Rory tore his gaze from the tattoo across their back for the first time since they took their shirt off. He tried to meet their eyes, to see that confirmation as well as hear it, but they’d looked away again.

They were tense but waiting.

He put his hand on their hip first, palm on the waist of their pants with his thumb and forefinger touching skin. He gave them another second to tell him to fuck off. They didn’t, so he turned his gaze back down to the tattoo and slid his hand up their back.

The moving ink didn’t seem to care, a nebula of debris and stars slowly swirling under and over his hand. “Well, that doesn’t affect it…”

He moved his hand up to the back of their neck and then down again, following their spine. He told himself he was just checking for a trigger—something that might spark a reaction on the map. Their skin was a little cold. He needed to turn the temperature on the ship up.

Rory’s hand stopped low on their back and his thoughts went quiet. That smooth skin had changed. He couldn’t see it, but he could feel the edges of something. “Stardust why… It feels like there’s a scar here. It’s pretty big. How—”

He realized then that they’d held their breath, so rigid that it felt like they might snap. “I couldn’t get rid of it because I couldn’t show anyone… It was my own fault. It was a stupid idea. I just wanted to get rid of it, you know?” The words rushed out, whispered.

“You?” He spread his fingers against the scar. It was big. “You tried to get rid of the tattoo? How?”

When they swallowed, he felt it in their body. “Laser.”

Laser? “Oh. Shit… Stardust…” He didn’t trace the burn under his hand, didn’t search for the edges and shape of it under the tattoo.

“Did it... Did it change it?” they asked, their voice hushed and carefully void of emotion, like they could pretend not to care—like they hadn’t cared so much that they’d burned themself.

“No, it didn’t do anything to the ink.” Rory wished it had, just to keep their shoulders from sagging and their head from dripping forward. “When… When did you do this?”

“Couples cycles ago.”

He nodded, even though they couldn’t see it. “Does it still hurt?” It shouldn’t, but he had to ask.

They shook their head.

“Okay.” They’d tried to burn it off their skin. They’d flown a jet out past the borders of the Solar Court and taken their chances with pirates. They’d been ready to throw themself into an emergency pod with their wrists cuffed to get away.

His bounty was in trouble.

Rory dragged a breath and nodded again, this time to himself. “Okay… So, just telling your cousins where the loot is doesn’t look like an option.”

Stardust huffed. “Are you done gawking at it?”

He took his hand off their back. “Yeah, here, you can have your shirt back.” He passed them the article of clothing and watched them pull it back on, somehow impressed that that thin layer of synthetic cotton could hide the nebula on their skin.

They reached for the jacket.

Rory snatched it up before they could and jumped to his feet. “Oh, no, I’m keeping the jacket.”

They blinked up at him as if returning to themself. That raw discomfort melted away and they shot to their feet, reaching for the fake leather. “What? But—”

He pulled it on. It fit perfectly. Oh yeah, he had known it would. No way he was giving this back. “I told you when you tased me that second time. If you wanted one you should have gotten another one. This one is mine now.”

Stardust ran their gaze over him like they were trying to figure out a way to tear the piece of clothing from his body.

Tingles rolled up his spine at the idea, but he shook it off and walked past them down the hall, toward the deck.

“Where are you going to drop me off? We’re not far from the station—”

“What?” Rory laughed, stepping onto the deck. “Drop you off? I did not save you twice just to drop you on some random station.”

“Genesis isn’t bluffing. He isn’t going to wait on the other side of the edge.”

Rory nodded in agreement. “Your cousin is definitely coming.” He sat down in the captain’s chair and tapped his console, bringing their flight plan up. “That really only leaves us with one option.” He felt the shift in the room, hand hovering over the controls when he glanced back to see their face pinched in confusion.

They were tense, hands loose, and body leaning away from the crate they’d only recently gotten out of.

The bounty hunter thought then, that if the primer had a weapon they would have drawn it on him.

“No, I don’t mean trading you to your cousins.” He rolled his eyes and turned back to the dashboard, hitting enter to erase their latest flight plan and set a new course. “I mean going there ourselves. You said there’s treasure, right?”

“Treasure? No one said treasure. And what do you mean go there?” Stardust pressed, but at least they’d dropped the I’m going to steal your ship again look when they came to stand next to him.

“Yeah, okay, you didn’t use the word treasure…but that’s what it is.” He set the new coordinates and adjusted the path to take them by another station on the way and avoid a few zones that were known to be less hospitable. “The way I see it, you still owe me for saving you from pirates and from mercenaries. I can’t trust your cousins not to kill me on sight, thanks to you… So, we go to Cepheus, get the loot for ourselves, split it, and then run for the hills.”

“What hills?”

“…Metaphorical hills, Stardust, keep up.”

When he looked up, they were smiling. It was dangerously wide and threatening to recently glued split on their lip. “You mean, you want to work for me?”

Rory barked a laugh and leaned back in his seat. “No, I’m not working for you. More like, momentarily teaming up.”

Their smile remained. “You mean… We’re partners?”

“Partners?” he spat the word. When was the last time he’d had a partner? Never, that’s when. “Why do you have to make this ugly?”

Their hands went to their hips. “You want to split the loot, right? That makes us partners.”

Rory groaned and swiveled his seat from side to side, considering his options. “Fine. Partners.” Something warm swelled in his chest when he said it, his mouth twitching in betrayal when the primer’s smile started to infect his own lips.

Stardust thrust their hand out toward him, little finger out and waiting.

He blinked at it and then laughed. “Pinky swear? Really?” Again?

They waited.

“Damn it. Fine.” He looped his little finger with theirs. “Pinky swear, Stardust. We’re partners until we get away with the treasure.” The deal was sealed, just as childish as it was foolish. Was he really going to steal from Galileo? Did it count if Galileo herself didn’t know about it?

Stardust took a big breath and turned, surveying the deck and the stretch of space beyond the window like they’d just bought his damn ship. “Does that mean I can have command authorization?” they asked, stepping closer to his console.

Rory laughed and kicked a leg at them, not connecting but warding them off. “No, you absolutely do not get command of the ship again.”

They honestly looked surprised when they asked, “Why?”

Why? He should scan them for a head injury. “Because last time you were thieving!”

Stardust groaned and marched over to the other seat, practically flopping down in it. “Can we at least go back to the station for some more supplies before—”

“No, we’re not stopping to get another jacket.”

The primer leaned back and put their boots up on the dash. “I guess we’ll just have to share it then.”

He laughed, discretely punching up the temperature on the ship. “We’re not sharing this one!”

Stardust whined dramatically, folding their arms and sinking lower. “But we’re partners, Cosmic.”

He bit his tongue to keep from commenting on their nickname for him. If he gave it attention, they’d never knock it off. “That’s not what being partners means.” He watched them settling into that chair. It almost looked like they were going to fall asleep…

“So, you’ll share my adventure but steal my jacket?” the primer clarified, eyes closing.

They really were falling asleep. He supposed they were crashing. It had been a long day, though the kidnapping hadn’t seemed to scare them anywhere near as much as the threat of their cousin catching them… or him seeing the tattoo on their back. But they’d let him see it. They’d even let him touch it. Rory wasn’t sure if he should feel like they trusted him or like they simply had no other options.

Both could be true…

The ship hummed with the passing of metal through space, engines and systems running, and yet he could pick out their breathing as it softened and fell off into sleep. He really should have finished patching them up. They had bruises all over their arms and across one cheek, but at least they weren’t bleeding from anywhere but that lip.

If they managed to stay ahead of the other Solinohs and get the treasure first, maybe he could find a way to smuggle them out of the area. Would they be safe in Eaton Space? If there was no reason to chase them—no more loot to be found at the end of that map—maybe the rest of the Solinohs would let this one go?

Rory wasn’t sure that was how primer families worked, but he felt like he had to try.

[deesseshesca]

Dang I like your aesthetic but you’re readings never resonate with me

First thing first ... thank you so much for the question. I hope you my answer resonate with you.

PART-1

I had to sit down and ask my spirit guides before I ask about you... what the heck is up with me ? You don't understand how grateful I am with your simple yet effective review. Another prove that sometime ''a wish come truth'' is not always something that feels good. Since I am who I am I crave genuine and you handed it to me. You don't understand how fixated on whether or not my reading resonate. I am not the type to care for number but you need to start some where. Than multiple well resected tarot reader on my timeline applaud my work. I knew I was not a scammer and y'all can sense that 2. Yet the people don't seem to love my blog (still the number (notes)). Change aesthetic and strategy it goes up. Somewhere I had to become more familiar with my own aesthetic and I actually had to learn how Tumblr works. I've spend over 5 years on this app yet a bitch did not even know how a like work. That's when I saw consistent growth (follower). Yet... no real review ... like what the fuck do y'all actually think of this blog. I ask but there's only so much I can force out of y'all.

Let me tell you why you guys may not resonate

I had a little meeting with my spirit guides ... if I don't sugarcoat for you ... I don't sugar coated for me.

Q1: Since is a PAC on a broad platform it will make sense that I just did not connect with their energy ?

Yes.

Q2: Maybe I did connect but never post it ? (I have so many PAC that I don't post... My spirit warn me that this shit is going to bite me back in the ass)

Yes.

Q3: I hate basic question, therefore I only welcome a certain collective which makes me loose connection with the rest of energy ?

Yes.

Q4: Since my description are extremely precise, some people may give up before even getting into the reading ?

Yes but Girl we been told you that would since the beginning.

Ok but than y'all send specific elements ... am I suppose to ignore it ?

Babygirl don't play dumb ... when you want to max out an audience you have to be broad.

But y'all know I prefer to be right than being loved.

There's she go again being stubborn where is not even needed.

Q5: If I follow my marketing degree and stop being stubborn will people resonate ?

YES!

Q6: Is the problem my tone of writing ?

Yes.

Q7: Should I fix it ?

Yes.

Q8: What does my audience want ?

They want a safe place in which they can come and grap some good advice. Don't get them wrong they love the detail, they are very intrigue by you. While reading you they realize you have a big lore yet nothing is coming out or you give off the vibe of a with in a forest (Yak... you know I hate camping-Girl is not about you !). You give the vibe of a big siter that been there done that, yet they have actually no real idea what u been through but they trust your advice. They love your advice is practical and empathic.

Q9 : If they love me so much ... why are we not as close as other community ?

YOUR NAGGNG PROBLEM. Every time they open a PAC, they have to get ready to be roast at 4 times, be call out of their name all the damm time and being drag through the woods like a useless doll. Sometime all that nagging ain't worth the good advice. Instead of acting like the cool cousin or anty. You out here nagging like a big sister that is never please. (First ... ouch I am a real life big sister that nag but I do it because I don't want them to fall for life illusion. I want them to be better and do better). Shesca that always been your problem (nah I don't feel like we are only talking about tarot no more ...) your need to protect often destroy. Because the same vulnerable soul that are coming for answer deserve also love, comfort and grace and not just protection. Some of them already know they mess up ... they don't need a ransom bitch on the internet to remind them. They want comfort. You need to learn how to love and protect.

CONCLUSION : (Hum.. I feel like a kid that just got yell at in the middle of the super market) This is definitely more than just tarot. WTF... not your message being life changing. Ok my Chérie D'amour, I commit to be more gentle and loving and just know that whatever I've done did not come from an evil place (just wanted to be a wake up call not a slap across the face) but because I actually am rooting for each one of y'all. Not me give lame ass apology like an abusive parent (wait... I knew this shit was more than fucking tarot). Let me prove it to y'all. Give me a second chance babe ... I will do better. Starting with you.

PART-2

Here is my apology (because when u wrote that, I know you were not waiting on some long ass sorry post and also because I am extremely grateful for your comments. You saved 3 hours of aesthetic changing because I though my blog was not cute enough and that's why people did not interact with me. Just found out I am just a scary bitch. Sorry y'all...)

What's your current energy ? (Only song for you love life came through)

You crave love. I am not even talking relationship wise ... I am more getting family wise. You come a rather abundant family. Never had a issue worry about basic needs and you probably did private school, honors program, trip once a year, your parent probably brought you you first car and there is not a single thing your dad ain't going to buy for you. Yet ... you hate the environment you been brough up in. They always arguing all the time. You hate loud noise. You are sometime force to chime in but all you are screaming about is wanting love. I'm hearing : Mom - You really had to take his side ? You: Mom ... really ... all I want is for it to stop. Y'all dread the holiday because is the same family dinner that always end up in a mess. Y'all love your family so much. You just wish they love you enough to love each other. The advice coming through is to let go. Even when they try to bring you in runaway or repeated over and over again that you don't want to take side or you can't take side. I'm going to be honest they argue so much that is not even about a specific issue is because everyone is so focus on their own pain.

Future energy

Everything is going to get better. There is so much love in y'all family. Y'all just need to learn to stop fighting each other but more the issue. When you are going to refocus your mind on the issue and not each other mistake and pain y'all will literally enter 10 pentacles phase. Which is the card for ultimate pro-active family bound that last generation. Side note maybe y'all have some ancestral karmic tie related to family that need t be heal. You are ask to keep a distance with pettiness and stay full of love.

What's current energy with your love life ?

You are mad that someday did not pick you. You are not giving me pick me vibe but I am getting you are a 10 across the board (that you is ... babe your body is tea, skin is clear, you have a job and go to school ... mamacita has motion) yet not only did they not choose you. They humiliate you.

Song : More than I should - Kehlani ft Jessie Reyez

Future energy love life

Somebody new is walking in your life in the next 2 weeks. Babe you are going to be on heat for that person. Don't worry because they will show they want you. Is not lust but is not love. Both of you are feeling the same thing but you are not going to be honest with your feeling. Preferring hiding behind games. The way they desire for you body, you touch is like a storm of passionate emotion where no matter what they do they are falling for you. Every time you text them, send a selfie, a voice note, touch them, look at them ... just exist they are fighting to sweep you off your feet and run away. They are always going to be with that one close friend. The reason you won't allow your self to fall for it is they have different background and look from you. I am getting a preppy, old money, sober Sally vibe from you. Meaning you may have grow up in a religious family in which a lot of expectation is sitting on your shoulder and who you are going to marry is definitely one of them. Maybe they come from a more open minded family. They may have tattoo, more darker aesthetic and don't have the social etiquette your parent put in you. You don't think less of them you just know that your family is not going to accept it. That's it. Usually I shuffle for more but spirit kept stopping me. You have to choose. You have to decide were do you want this to go. All I know is that they are always going to choose you. They are actually going to be the one waiting from an answer from you.

Song : Your stuck - Odeal ft Summer walker

On that note good night Chérie d'Amour and thank you for your bless message.

[mm-275]

MILES MORALES HEADCANNONS 2

Request: yes

tw: none i think?

- Ok so I think that he listens to a little of all genres of music. Like he’s cool with everything but there’s a few songs or artists that he doesn’t fw

- He will make you make him a playlist so he can listen to it when he misses you and he’ll make you a playlist BUTT he’ll be nervous to send it to you, so when your like “bitch where’s my playlist?” he’s like “you actually wanted it”

- This boy BEGGED his parents for Spotify premium and they finally got it for him when there was like 3 months free near his birthday (he cried)

- When you find out he’s spiderman (you’d probably get mad he’s dropping dates and stuff so you confront him and he tells you) you make sure he’s always safe

- He drops by your house sometimes when he gets hurt after a fight or something and you patch him up. Now you keep a first aid kid in your room for him

- When he gets involved with the Spider Society, you get involved. He trusts you with EVERYTHING, so he tells you everything, and eventually you meet all of them.

- You get along with almost all of his friends there. After hearing what Miguel did, you don’t trust him around Miles and Miles doesn’t trust Miguel around you, so he tried to keep you as far away from him as possible.

- Gwen takes awhile to get used to you, but she eventually warms up when she realizes Miles is happy with you.

- Peter B introduces you to Mayday and you hold her and play with her and PB is like “if you don’t keep her I will”

- Hobie appreciates that you make Miles happy and therefore he doesn’t mind you at first. I think he’d be hesitant but he warms up to you (you guys become best friends)

- Pav is so sweet i don’t think anyone couldn’t immediately love him. You and him sit together and gush about eachothers s/o’s all the time and give eachother advice.

- Remember when he was texting his dad and had a bunch of typos because he was fighting a villain? He always responds to you, therefore most of his texts are illegible 😭

- He’s super smart (obviously), but will make you/his mom read over his school essays just in case.

- I think that he wouldn’t use a ton of pet names. Maybe a few sometimes, but would mostly use your name and a few nicknames hes made up (he has one that only he’s allowed to call you)

- Absolutely cannot play an instrument for shit. Gwen and Hobie have tried to teach him, and if you play an instrument you have too, but he gives up.

- He would be decent at most sports, but he’s the type of kid to only do gym for the required credits, and doesn’t go out of the way to play. If friends or you ask to play something with him, he would.

- Once you guys are together for a little, he would bring you to all the family functions. Cousins wedding? you’re there. Fourth of July celebration? He’s dragging you around to all of his family members.

- His mom would make him dress up for all of the holidays (my mom too), like at Christmas he’s in an ugly sweater and his mom is taking 10 photos of all of their matching sweaters (this is a self projection)

- Asks if he can adopt every dog and cat in the alleyways.

- He would know how to do a few origami pieces and does them in class when he’s bored and then gives them to you

- Draws on the corners and in the margins of your papers in class

- Watches CoryxKenshin and either youtube or spotify will be playing in the background of his room at all times.

- Before you guys meet eachothers parents, your screen time would be like 15+ hours from how much you guys would’ve facetimed

- Said this in the last part, but I have to bring this back. He LOVES holding your hand. He’s late to class to hold your hand down the hallways.

- He refuses to split the pole. He’s not even superstitious he just thinks it’s weird 😭

- He’s picky asf. Chicken tenders are his best friend (me too)

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sorry this is so short i ran out of ideas.

im thinking of doing these with another character like e42 miles or hobie? idk lmk

[hydr0phius]

Some crack summaries (and just general notes) of Greater Good like how I did with Chaos Rising

Ar'alani: We have technology to aim our weapons with but I'm going to just eyeball this shot here.

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Thalias: *enters the bridge, is exhausted*

Samakro: Wow, you look like shit.

Thalias: Thanks so much. I really appreciate that.

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The side of Thaliamakro in this book has me giggling and kicking my feet. If they don't get together romantically I am still here for the friendship. I love them skdjfhsdjf. SAMAKRO SHE'S NOT A SPY THOUGH, MATE-

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Laknym & Thalias: *open their mouths to explain something to Che'ri or to ask a question of each other while they're down in secondary command*

Kharill: SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Thalias: We're-

Kharill: SHHHHHH. NO. NO TALKING. SHUSH.

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The ominous things being hinted at about the Stybla family's past (the most vicious warriors etc). I'm intrigued. Tell me MORE.

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*Samakro & Thrawn talking about keeping the Magys on the Springhawk & it's low key an argument*

Samakro: And what do you suppose the Syndicure will think of this?

Lakinda, internally: I hope I don't get dragged into this.

Thrawn: Actually, I wasn't going to tell them *looks at Lakinda*

Lakinda, now officially in the argument: Uhhhh

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Lakinda: STUPID THRAWN TAKING ALL THE DAMN GLORY!!!!! I DISLIKE THIS MF-

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Thalias: *wakes up*

The Magys in hibernation:

Thalias: Who the fuck put that the- wait, I said Thrawn and Samakro could put it here. Uh. *proceeds to dress for the day throwing side eye looks at the hibernation chamber and wondering if the magys is just suddenly going to wake up and jump scare her (she's not)*

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Thalias: *opens the door*

Che'ri, instantly looking inside: WHat's ThAt-

Thalias: A coffin!

Che'ri:

Thalias:

Che'ri: That's a bit weird.

Thalias: The Magys is in hibernation to stop her from offing herself.

Che'ri: o h.

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Ba'kif: *giving the new orders for Thrawn to be shifted out to the Paataatus again, except there's a lot of political shit going on at the same time*

Samakro: *needling for a bit more info in a subtle way*

Thrawn: *no fucking idea what's happening, but not too pleased about going to the Paataatus hive-home world when he's got a Magys in hibernation in Thalias' room and a puzzle to solve back on Sunrise*

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Jixtus having music and beanbags at his meeting with Haplif. Haplif struggling to get out of the beanbag with dignity. Jixtus telling him he should bird watch more often.

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Thurfian: *frothing at the mouth with sheer rage after hearing about the scuffle over Sunrise with the unknown dreadnaught + Lakinda's assistance*

Zistalmu: *approaches*

Thurfian, internally: What if I just laid into him? What if I gave him a verbal lashing? A bit of a tickle up? I'd feel better if I tore something to shreds-

(Also Thurfian): Don't do that. Focus on the end game. FOCUS ON THE END GAME.

Zistalmu: You look happy.

Thurfian: Fuck you-

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Lakjiip: Look at this *hands Lakuviv the metal report from the Agbui jewellery*

Lakuviv:

Lakuviv: THat's fucKING NYIX ALLOY-

Lakjiip: I KNOW

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Haplif: *does anything*

Lakphro: What are you planning??? I'll find out. I'll know-

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Lakjiip: Tell no one of these brooches.

Lakphro: Of course.

*later*

Lakphro: *calls his cousin who is married to a scientist who has connections with other scientists that work with metals etc* Hey so there's this jewellery I'm going to send it to you in the mail-

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Lakbulbup: Send it through express post.

Lakphro: Have you SEEN the rates for that lately????

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Qilori of fucking Uandualon. Back again and causing havoc we're all going to see later. He's going to be the reason the skywalkers are targeted by the Grysk, isn't he...

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Shimkif: Marry me.

Haplif: wHAt-

Shimkif: It'll gain Yoponek and Yomie's trust. It'll be fake too

Haplif: Oh ok.

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Shimkif: Sorry I was gone so long. I was busy poisoning birds.

Haplif: Amazing.

Yomie: I found another migration up north.

Haplif, internally: No the hell you did not-

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Haplif: I don't like birds. I've had enough of birds.

Shimkif: *poisons Yomie*

Haplif: Nice, we're out of here.

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RIP Yomie, you had the brains to figure the Agbui out, but your silly fiancé did not and now we're in a bit of a pickle. Haplif giving Yoponek the brooch he took from Yomie's corpse to Yoponek and telling him she left it for him to pin it to her dress on their wedding day when they met again and Yoponek just believing that day will come and meanwhile Yomie's floating in the damn VOID-

I'm sad about them.

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Ar'alani: You need to identify yourselves.

Battle Dreadnaught: We've been begged by the people of this world to protect them from threats.

Ar'alani: Oh, so you've talked with the Magys, too?

BD: The what?

Ar'alani: The leader of the people of Sunrise.

BD: Never heard of it.

BD: We were begged though. We will get rid of you if you don't leave.

Ar'alani: Mate-

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Ar'alani: You need to bring that asteroid's missile with you

Lakinda: Ok.

*later & with no asteroid missile (too slow to get it out intact in time to provide aid to the Vigilant)*

Ar'alani: uUUhhhhh we might not do well with this now...

*more battle. Lakinda lays into the damaged side of the Dreadnaught and pretty much takes it out after Ar'alani draws enemy fire to her ship.*

Ar'alani: Yeah, nice.

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Lakinda: Oh my stars, what if Thrawn's not even that good? What if it was just Ar'alani all along- no. No, he is good. He just learned from the best. *is a little bit obsessed with Ar'alani and Thrawn's history*

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Ar'alani: Ok, Csilla said you have to go help Thrawn with the pirates, but I know you have beef with him-

Lakinda: I do NOT have beef with Thrawn.

Ar'alani: You get this annoyed look and tone whenever you interact with him even if he's not being annoying.

Ar'alani: Anyway, as Admiral I can just keep you here if you don't want to go.

Lakinda: No, it's fine.

Ar'alani: Sure.

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HHhhh ok. Haplif is getting so much Chiss info and Lakuviv and Co. are completely unaware they're being played and I'm scared about how this whole thing with the Nyix mines is going to play out.

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Lakbulbup: Hey so there's this guy called Senior Captain Thrawn and he's good with analysing art-

Lakphro: Yeah fine. Send the brooch to him.

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Captain Fsir: aaaaa help, we're being attacked by Vagaari scouts.

Thrawn, off mic to the bridge crew: This is a set up.

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Thrawn: I have a plan but I need to see inside your ship first.

Fsir: What-

(He got invited over and took them down so fast at the "pirate base" because of it lmao).

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Lakooni: *comm dies after she sends the emergency family summons* LAKUVIV. Your comm is shiet

Lakuviv: That officer you were talking to was me, I'm sorry it had to go this way *pulls a blaster on her* if you'll follow me to my private rooms-

Lakooni, absolutely furious: I'm going to fuck you up so bad for this, do you even know? Do you know what you've unleashed? I'll end your entire career, you backstabbing son of a bi-

Lakuviv: *raises blaster a bit higher*

Lakooni: FIne.

(I can't be the only one whose mind went straight to the gutter and wondered if AO3 had anything with them jxfkjeasdfkjsd)

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Every time someone says "yeah, we'll swing by," (which is a lot actually now that I think about it) gave me a bit of a giggle. It made conversation feel more real.

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Lakinda when the summons came through: Ok but does Thrawn NEED me there? no. He just needs my ship *leaves*

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Apros when Grayshrike eventually meets up with Springhawk: Lakinda got called away on a family emergency order put out to all CEDF Xodlak that weren't in immediate battles or on critical missions.

Thrawn, pissed: WHAt-

Samakro, also pissed and angry at Apros: DID YOU TRY TO STOP HER?

Apros, not able to be pissed with Thrawn because he's higher rank, but able to be pissed with Samakro because they're the same rank and therefore fair game: YES. WHY THE FUCK WOULD I NOT?

Apros: oh btw, Thrawn, she said this had come for you *gives him Lakphro's brooch*

Thrawn: Ooh, pretty.

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Thrawn to the Magys: Wakey wakey, do you know what this is? *holds up the brooch*

The Magys: The work of my people. It looks new, though.

Thalias: surprise, they're not dead.

The Magys: There is hope!

*when they've put The Magys back into hibernation*

Thrawn: We also have three families being scammed.

Samakro: *grumpy noises*

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Lakinda, just woken up: What do you want?

Thrawn over comms: You're being scammed. There are no mines. It's a set up.

Lakinda: Damn.

Thrawn: I have a plan though!

Lakinda once he's explained: From the bottom of my heart, what the fuck-

Samakro: That's insane actually.

Thrawn: Well if you two come up with anything better, let me know <3

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Samakro convincing everyone that Thrawn's plans are strictly military and that he's got no clue with politics and doesn't know how to play them anyway (which is still wild to me tbh. I don't believe it) and then even convincing himself on it too/that Thrawn's their best commander even if his plans are insane sometimes.

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I'm still processing the 3 families showdown over Sunrise but Thrawn's plan worked a treat even with family politics fucking up Lakinda's end (my girl got thrown in the brig for talking to Thrawn/warning him that at the end of this the embarrassment at finding out they were being scammed would have worse fallout than the actual fight that they didn't think of when they were making the plan).

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Lakinda: Oh my gods it was Ar'alani copying Thrawn's tactics the whole time-

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Thyklo: Patriarch Thooraki is dead.

Thurfian: Ah. Condolences.

Thyklo: You're replacing him.

Thurfian: It is an honour.

Thurfian, internally: holy FUCK- Zistalmu is going to lose his damn mind lmfao.

[fandomwe1rd0]

Made a Rick and Morty and Ouran crossover, don't know how I did it considering how different the shows are, but I did it.

Morty was dragging Rick. Rick sighed "Come on burp Morty, I don't have time for this! We have advenburptures to go on! Why do you want to go to this stuburpid club anyway? It's a bburpad idea." Morty groaned "You think all of my ideas are bad ideas! This wasn't even my idea, some girl wanted us to meet the hosts and they knew you'd never come if she tried to take you here!" Rick groaned "Stop letting your wiener do the- do the walkburping! Just tburpell her that we went." Morty sighed "No Rick, just come on!" Rick sighed and reluctantly followed Morty. Morty looked at his phone "S-she sent me a text about t-the m-members." Tamaki blinked and excitedly ran over to them "Hello! I am Tamaki Suoh! We normally receive guests a little younger or a little older, but all guests are welcome here!" Tamaki took a rose seemingly out of thin air, and Rick rolled his eyes "We're not hburpere for your club, I'm Rick" Rick puts his hand on Morty's shoulder "And this is my grandson, Morty" Tamaki smiled "Ah yes, Rick and Morty! A young lady told us about you! Please come in, free of charge! Please follow me to your booth!" Rick sighed and grabbed Morty's wrist, leading them inside, Morty shrugged "W-well he seems nice." Rick just ignored him, following Tamaki. Tamaki led them to a booth, and they sat down, Tamaki sat down on the opposite side. "So Rick, I heard you're a genius scientist and inventor! What kind of things do you make?" Rick raised on part of his unibrow "How do you find out this much about me?" Tamaki giggled "The young lady told us all about you!" Rick "Who is sh-"

Suddenly Honey grabbed onto Rick's arm, and Rick looked at Honey as if they were a piece of shit he stepped on. He tried jiggling him off but Honey giggled. "Ricky-chan! You're a scientist! Can you make me infinite cake?!?" Rick teared his arm away. "I can do anyburpthing, but why in the fuck would I do that?" Honey gave him puppy eyes "Pleeassseee?" Rick pinched the bridge of his nose "How old are you burp anyway? Are you even supposed to be in high school?" Morty looked at his phone "H-h-he's actually the oldest one here, Rick." Rick blinked "How-" then he just pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed "Whatever." Honey clinged to Rick's arm again while Rick was trying to shake him off. Mori picked Honey up and Rick looked away, Morty elbowed him lightly and Rick sighed "Thanks…" Mori nodded and walked away with Honey. Honey whined "Come on Takashiii I wanna talk to the scientist!" Mori shook his head "You're annoying him." Honey crossed his arms and pouted. Rick sighed "That kid really is the oldest? The tall guburpy seems older" Morty looked at his phone "Uhh s-she says that Mori is around the same a-age as Honey, they're cousins."

Rick shrugged and was about to take a swig from his flask when Kyoya whisked it out of his hands. Rick glared at him "Hey what the fuburpck do you think you're doing?!" Kyoya tucked the flask in his shoulder "Alcohol isn't permitted at the Ouran Host Club." Rick's fists clenched "You arrogant condescending little shit! Give me my fuckburping flask back!" Kyoya looked at Rick and calmly stated "I don't see how an old angry drunk is much better." Kyoya adjusted his glasses then glared at Rick "If you're going to stay in our club, you'll need to follow the rules." Rick's eyes narrowed "You sociopathic little control freak!" Kyoya smirked and state in a matter of faulty manner "Ever heard of projection old man?" Rick's unibrow furrowed "You smug little turd!" Kyoya calmly stated "It seems like you have deeper issues, but then again, I do not know what I expected when I took an alcoholic's flask away." Rick eyes narrowed and he clenched his fists and was about to say something but Morty held Rick back with a tug of the arm and Tamaki got in-between them with a big smile. "Don't worry Mr. Sanchez! You'll get it after you're done with your visit! We would not want to encourage anyone to drink! The Ouran host club does not want to encourage any bad behavior! Please understand and take a seat Mr. Sanchez!" Rick said "Shut up burp pretty boy!" Tamaki gasped and went in his emo corner. Morty sighed and whispered "Rick, calm down, the sooner we get this over with, the sooner you can go home and get drunk again." Rick sighed, and sat in the booth, grumbling some insults. Then Morty went over to Tamaki and patted his back "Uhh i-it's ok Rick is just uhh like that sometimes."

Hikaru and Karou leaned on each other and spoke in unison "Eh, don't bother, he's just like that sometimes, it's a waste of energy to worry about that guy." Mortu shrugged "O-oh uhh ok." He looked at his phone "You guys are uh…Hikaru and Karou right?" Hikaru narrowed his eyes "You don't look like a rich kid." Karou finished Hikaru's sentence "Are you a commoner like Haruhi?" Morty said "Uh-" Rick sighed and crossed his arms "Some random girl didn't tell you about us?" Hikaru and Karou spoke in unison "Ohhh right the old man and little boy! Hey how about we play the 'Which One is Hikaru' game?" Rick shook his head "No. That's fuckburping stupid." Morty said "U-uh I guess I'll try. Come on Rick, it might be fun." Rick shook his head "They're identical, how could we possburpibly tell the difference?" Hikaru and Karou snickered and said in unison "Awww, the old man can't do it, your memory does get worse when you age." Rick's unibrow furrowed "I can do anything." Hikaru and Karou smirked and said "Prove it! Guess which one of us is Hikaru!" Rick rolled his eyes and got out a device scanning the both of them "The one on the right is Hikaru." Hikaru and Karou crossed their arms "Heyyy you cheated!" Rick shrugged "I don't care." Hikaru and Karou pouted "Well maybe your grandson will get it right! Turn around little boy!" Morty turned around and Hikaru and Karou switched places, while Rick crossed his arms. Hikaru and Karou continued "Which one of us is Hikaru?" Morty blinked "Uhhh Hikaru is…on the right?" They both smiled "We have a winner!" Meanwhile Haruhi walked by "They'll lying, they are just telling you that to spite your grandpa." Hikaru and Karou booed "Boo! You're no fun Haruhi!" Haruhi sighed "I just don't see the point." Rick looked over to Haruhi "Why are you a chick working in the host club." Tamaki spat out his tea and Hikaru and Karou's eyes widened. Morty blinked "What?" Haruhi just looked over to Rick. Rick shrugged "I thought it was obvious, I mean you clearly have a chick's voburpice" Tamaki imminently shook his head "Haha! It's funny how voices can be misheard!" Hikaru and Karou laughed "Haha! Looks like this old man's hearing is off!" Rick sighed and pulled out a device, scanning Haruhi "Nope, they're definitely a girl, at least at birburpth" Everyone in the host club stayed silent "Felt like I wasn't supposed to say that, oh well you guys deal with your own shburpit." He pulled out his portal gun, snatched his flask from Kyoya, grabbed Morty's wrist and walked through the portal.

[miss0atae]

The Jungle - 7th Episode Review

I’m late again but here we go with the review of the 7th episode.

We got back at the time where Pladao was explaining the death of her cousin. Hack was kind of surprised while Hunter gave of the impression that he doesn't give a shit. His condolences lacked warmth. I was a bit afraid that the episode would be centered around Hack when they started taling about tarantula. Fortunately it wasn’t the case. Evil Naan arrived and gave Pladao some info about her cousin. I found Hack super weird during the scene. The way he was looking at them and his facial expressions. Something is not right with him.

So the info from Evil Naan was that he knew a friend of Pladao’s cousin and they both went to meet that girl. Evil Naan was pretending to be the doctor of Pladao’s cousin and for that he just decided to wear glasses. I mean who can fall for this disguise? Especially when he put them when she is in front of him. Does he think the girl is so gullible that she would fall for it? Pladoa complains about his stupid lie and she is speaking for the audience at this point. Luckily the plot is helping Evil Naan because the girl indeed fall for it and helps them. She gave him a phone with a picture of the cousin and some gossips about the mysterious boyfriend. Of course no one knows his name because this is really a healthy relationship. If my friend refuse to give me the name of her boyfriend I would really become wary but this friend did not do anything. Everyone is dumb is this show otherwise it doesn’t work. Of course after hearing all of that, Evil Naan is sure that this mysterious boyfriend can't be Naan. Pladao still thinks it's Evil Naan because of the pictures. This episode shows again that Evil Naan and Naan have a weird relationships and the series could have addressed that in a better way but no why writing something that makes sense when you can make it beyond understanding. Anyway, Pladoa wants to send him details that she gathered about her cousin and so she asks for his mail. Back at home she is checking him on internet with it. I can’t believe that he would be stupid to use this mail for everything but I forgot I was watching The Jungle when the most stupid move is always the one they chose to do. So she found a private Instagram and directly she thinks he sells drugs. Who in his right mind would use Instagram to sell drugs??? Can someone explain it to me?

So cut to Pladao and Kitti going at Kaewta’s house. I'm sure the guy is suspicious. I Can't trust him. There is a bad vibe around him Look at him with all his questions! Why is she trusting this guy anyways? He was the one who said it was Naan but he has no real evidences. Don't trust him!! Why Okay, she found a diary and she gave it to him. Don't give him anything! Why is she so trusting with him but the other men she can’t trust any of them. Don't listen to him, pleas! He wants to do something else now. He is avoiding her and trying to distract her from her investigation. How can she trust him?! It's frustrating. She didn't trust any of the Jungle but the friend... No question asked. Back at home and she is still investigating Evil Naan when she should investigate the friend. Why is she still on this exposing the RV and the Jungle? How will it help her? Girl, you're an idiot. Using Twitter for this is even more dumb. I don't understand her at all. She looks like she found the best way but it's not a clever move at all. Okay so people knows where is the RV now. Evil Naan finds her and takes her somewhere else to ask her why she did that. She still acts like Evil Naan dated her cousin. So she is still on with this idea because she followed him on Instagram by pretending to be someone else and found a picture of him and her cousin. Evil Naan revealed that he indeed dated her cousin and she broke up with him apparently. Why did you say it before? Why dragging this to that point? When he met Kaewta, he pretended to be his brother. Why would you do that??? Now I’m sure Pladao and Evil Naan are soulmates because they are both super dumb.

Okay so Evil Naan met Kaewta outside of the bar. They had cute moments but it came to an end when she met the real Naan and he didn't know about her. Again, why Evil Naaan pretended to be his brother? This is stupid. Naan is not happy because he was with another girl and he realizes that she misunderstood him with his twin. After that Naan appeared and she slapped him because well he did something wrong. He tried to find her again and apologize but she doesn't want to listen to him. She said that she doesn't trust the things he said to her which is understandable. That was a dumb move to pretend being someone else. He has a problem. Okay so Evil Naan really liked the cousin but lied to Pladao about knowing her. She asks the real question: why pretending to be Naan? He thinks that Naan has an easier life. (What the hell? Why would he think that?) He has such an inferiority complex when it comes to his twin. Man you need a therapy. All the people who gathered outside could not find the bar so they left. The Jungle made the action to hide but showing a bunch of other addresses on internet. Pladao's plan was bad from the beginning anyway.

Okay so all the men are here except Naan and they are not happy with Evil Naan. Pladoa is still thinking she did nothing bad. Girl, it was stupid and not really well thought out. Why should people knows about the RV? Especially that she has proved continually that she's bad at finding the truth. Stop it trying to be the detective. Evil naan defend her but the others laugh at him. Gosh I will have to change his name to Sweet Naan now. Okay Pine was super cruel at that point because he knows how to be very hurtful by comparing Evil/Sweet Naan with his twin. Ouch! Okay so Evil/Sweet is quitting or getting kicked out? Pladao tries to understand and they all think it's their fault if things didn't work out well. Pladao is right, it's hard to know who is the real Evil/Sweet Naan. He is very confusing! Are they flirting right now?! He was just talking about your cousin and you thought you could kiss him You need to check your feelings Pladao!

Pladao is again trying to find info and finally reading that diary! I knew it was that dude! KittiTiwi was so suspicious. Kaewta wrote in her diary that he helped her during this hard time. He totally killed her. The pregnancy revelation was proof enough that the man who killed her didn’t want to deal with it.

Why is Pladao going to talk to Kitti like that? Please talk to someone who knows how to make a real plan. You're not fit for that job! Thankfully, the plot is so easy to follow. Of course he tries to brush it off but Pladao finally knows the truth. She accused him of murdering her cousin and they are alone in the shop. I wouldn’t feel safe. He tries to laugh and tells her to move on. I believe he wasn't thinking that she would be such a pain in his ass when he killed her cousin. Okay, she wasn't really alone. Evil/Sweet Naan was hiding next so she isn't that stupid. So their plan was to rile him.... It could have backfired. This is not a plan. This is suicide mission. They need real help. So they have a conversation about how to find the truth. They want to make him believe Kaewta is still alive. What a ridiculous plan again. A ghost? Where are we? Their plan sucks but it works to make Kitti being afraid. He is taking a taxi to flee but it’s the wrong taxi because it has Evil/Sweet Naan inside. Kitti then wakes up in the bathroom of the RV. This place is so useful. This is the real main character of the show XD. We learn that Kitti killed the cousin because she was difficult... Why not just breaking up with her? Why pretending to be nice and to have the baby with her? Why being a liar? He pretendedto give her medicine for morning sickness and killed her instead. Well, it’s time to pay for his evil actions and we knew it would happen. Evil/Sweet Naan beats the shit of this guy. It is actually refreshing because he clearly deserves it. What is funny is that Pladao came inside the room just to help Evil/Sweet Naan. It’s their fun couple activity to bond. This episode is completely unrealistic. The police comes to arrest Kitti but says nothing about his injuries that he probably got from Evil/Sweet Naan and Pladao. Anyway, they want a statement and Pladao decide to go their alone to protect Evil/Sweet Naan’s identity. This scene ends with a sweet hug between them.

In the next scene, Pladao meets with Evil/Sweet Naan to thank him for his help. She also add that he needs be his true self because he is as good as his twin. She uses his trick with the coin to tell him to gives his real name to people from now on. He admits that he likes her. I think they should have had more time to develop their relationship. He flirts a lot in this two last minutes. Why are they playing their relationship with the coins? Why not just deciding by yourself? At least we got a kiss. I was waiting for it but I'm disappointed. I expected more from them. All the love stories are disappointing, to be honest, which is sad because the actors are not bad. So it’s definitely right to sat that the story is not well written. The concept was intriguing but it doesn’t make sense most of the time. They introduce ideas and never follow them. Their characters don’t have a real personalities and they don’t get the time to have one either. I think I didn’t understand that scene properly. Are they not together? Why making the story so complicated for no reason. Date if that's what you both want. I mean Naan got married in the last episode and he probably stayed a real short time with Nithan. Why Evil/Sweet Naan can’t get a better love story. He was my favorite… after Hunter.

Pladao has decided to drop the Jungle story. Thank you for finally doing what is the best! So she got a message from Evil/Sweet Naan flirting with her. I don’t like that they are not really dating. I would completely rewrite that story if I was the writer.

The episode is not even finished that we get who will be the main characters of the next episode. Irin is in trouble at the airport and Pine came to help her avoid the journalists. She wants to stay at the RV. While she is there, she opened the door to find Hack and not Pine who she was waiting for and that’s the end of the episode. What can I say… I don’t care about Hack, Pine and Irin. What's his deal anyway…

So I was really disappointed by this episode. It was super boring and I almost didn’t make a review of it. I really wanted something better for Pladao. I expected until the end that she would get a better story but no… nothing. Evil Naan is not evil anymore and was never truly Evil. We still did not get any answers about his relationship with Naan and why he acted crazy in the last episode when apparently he is super nice and sweet. Pladao and him don’t even have the chance to have a second episode centered around them that we jump to the triangle love between Hack, Pine and Irin. The pace of the story is worst than ever. I understand why so many people don’t like it. It has big flaws and nothing can save it anymore. It’s sad because the actresses on GMMTV don’t get a lot of chances to shine. They deserve better.

[yoongis-black-grilfriend]

I need some more toxic/jealous Jack! 😩 Reader does this prank on him and then he goes through her phone “jokingly” (talking bout “nah let me see your phone now” then he finds a pic with one of her guy cousins or texts between them wanting to meet up and he thinks she’s cheating. They get in an argument about him not trusting her then he tries to makes it up to her 😏

I like this idea! 

Warning: Smut and cussing 

You walked down the stairs to Jacks and your living room and decided to prank him with this tik tok you had seen this other couple do. Putting your phone you go over to the couch that your man was sitting on. 

 “Hey, what's up?” you said as you pretended on the phone. 

Jack turned his head towards you “Who is that?” he said as you waited for you to answer. 

(a/n his nosey ass) 

You ignored him as you returned back to your fake conversation. “Oh who was that, that’s just my friend.” He turned to look at you “What the fuck did you say?” you finally turned to him. 

“Huh?” you replied to his question with another question. “You heard what the fuck I said who is that?”

“That was my friend, what's your issue?” Jack shook his head “Then why did you tell them I was your friend?” you answered the question “Umm because I wanted to” he rolled his eyes and held his hand out to you. 

“Let me see your phone.” Deciding to come clean you say “No it was just a prank.” 

He chuckled “No I don’t believe you let me see your phone.” You turned your face up at that comment. What did he mean about not trusting you, you have never given him a reason to not trust you. You hand him your phone anyway because you didn't have anything to hide. 

He took it and unlocked it with your password then he went to your messages and goes to the message that you had recently received. 

Malik: What time are we meeting tonight? 

“What the does he mean, what time are you meeting tonight?, you didn't tell me you had plans tonight. Were you planning to sneak out while I was fucking sleeping or something?” He fired questions and assumptions at you. 

Fed up you decided to drag that help out of him “What the hell are you talking about saying you can't trust me? I’m not the one the goes on tour for several mouths and flirts with any living human being you stupid asshole, By the way Malik is my cousin and were planing to go out tonight because he wanted to plan something for my aunt!” 

Concluding your rant you walk up the upstairs and slam the door to the room. You really couldn't believe him, how dare he question you like that when you let a lot of shit slide with him? 

Looking up when you hear the door close you see Jack and he comes to stand in between your legs and he grabs your chin to look at your face and to make you look him into his eyes. “I’m sorry I overreacted like that you know I can get insecure sometimes when i’m on the road sometimes you can have any man you want that could you way more time that i’m able to give you right now and i’m sorry for letting my insecurities take control of me like that.”

Say nothing you were trying to plan out what you were going to say. Until you feel him part your legs further. “Lay back baby,” he said in a low voice. Listening to him, you lay back and you feel him take your pants off. 

Seeing that you had panties on he pushed them aside and slowly entered his tongue inside your clit. Grabbing his hair you push his head making his tongue deeper. “ Oh my gosh Jack that feels so good, please don’t stop.” He groans, making the vibrations go through your whole body. 

Trying to slightly move his head away so you wouldn't come so fast, he wraps his hands around your thighs and pulls you closer to your face, shaking his head in your pussy. You start shaking as you feel your release coming. You immediately come when you feel two of your fingers move inside of you at a fast pace. 

You feel tears from inside your eyes and see white as you come hard from the pleasure he was giving you. After Jack rides out your high with his fingers he meets your face with his eyes and gives you a soft kiss to your lips. 

“I’m sorry beautiful” he said as he kissed your forehead.

I hope you like it!  I was not going to write Part 3 for Toxic! Jack but since some of you guys want one in going to write it. It will either be out tomorrow or Sunday.  I have Urban request and that one will be up tommorrow.

[apricotgojo]

Could I please request Felix x reader please? Maybe where she’s friends with Adrien and meets Felix and he’s really soft with her and everyone’s really confused lol. Super fluffy please😌🙈

Hi! Sorry for the long wait i was super busy hh :(( but here it is! It’s not as fluffy as intended but i think that’s because i’m not good at writing fluff but nonetheless i hope you enjoy it. I love felix with all my heart so this was a treat to write <3

Pairing: Felix Graham de Vanily X Reader.

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and swearing !

Tags: Fluff, Pls felix deserves the world thku very much.

Luka’s boat party at the Seine, something you’ve been looking forward for the past week.

Well, It’s not really a party.

A small get together with great people, good music and drinks.

This is the first time you’ve been invited to one of these parties and Marinette has told you many times that it’s going to be one to remember, even if it is lowkey.

Plus, you could warm up to more people other than the small circle of friends you have at college.

“Woah.” You say without even realising as you look around at the balloons and fairy lights all over the place.

As soon as you enter you see the place peppered with a few people, some people you’ve never seen in your entire life and some familiar faces from college.

Marinette and Alya were by your side, you walked to the boat with them.

“Juleka and Luka live here?” You ask.

“Yeah but Luka’s trying to find a new apartment right now.” Marinette says.

As if on cue, the blue haired boy makes his way over to you guys.

“Welcome ladies.” He says and smiles at all of you. “As usual, make yourselves comfortable, get some drinks and enjoy yourselves.”

“Hey look there’s Adrien!” You say and you were about to go greet him until you felt someone grab your hand, stopping you.

“Thanks Luka, the party looks amazing.” You compliment.

Your eyes fall onto a familiar blond and you smile.

You turn around and see Marinette, shaking her head. “That’s not Adrien, that’s Felix.”

“What the fuck is he doing here?” Alya asks, gasping.

Marinette shrugs. “I have no clue, Adrien probably invited him.”

“I swear to god if that little blond bitch tries me again I won’t hesitate to kick him in the balls this time.”

“I think Alya needs a drink.” Luka chuckles and Alya nods angrily.

“Who’s Felix?” You ask and the three turn to look at you.

You look at them confused as to what they were talking about.

You could’ve sworn that he was Adrien, he looks exactly like him except his hair was straighter and neater. He reminded you of Draco Malfoy from Harry potter.

“The spawn of satan.” Alya mutters, rolling her eyes and sipping on her drink.

Marinette sighs and steals Alya’s drink from her hand.

“Hey!”

“That’s Felix, Adriens cousin. He’s kind of the complete opposite of Adrien.” Marinette explains.

“Meaning…?” You trail off.

“Meaning he’s a douchebag.” Alya states.

“Alya come on.” Marinette groans.

“Nope, she has a point.” Luka intervenes.

“Listen girl, when we were in middle school he sent us a video of him pretending to be Adrien and telling us how much he hates us.” Alya tells you and crosses her arms over her chest. “And last summer Adrien invited him to the beach with us and he didn’t even talk to us or swim because he’s worried that his pretty porcelain skin will get burnt. Trust me, the last thing you want to do is talk to him.” Alya says and snatches her drink back from Marinette before walking off.

“What Alya is trying to say is that yeah, he’s rude and yeah, kind of a douche too but don’t worry about him too much, he doesn’t really talk to any of us.”

He honestly sounded horrible.

I mean, not talking to them is one thing but almost ruining Adriens friendship with everyone is something else.

“Yeah because he hates us.” Luka says and Marinette glares at him which causes Luka to chuckle.

“Hey guys!” finally, the actual Adrien Agreste has come to talk to you guys.

“Hey Adrien.” You say and smile at him before giving him a friendly kiss on the cheek.

Marinette does the same to him and before quirking her eyebrow up. “Kagami isn’t here?” She asks.

“No she has to study for her exam tomorrow.” Adrien says and rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Uh-huh.” Marinette narrows her eyes at him suspiciously but doesn’t say anything more.

“Oh yeah, guys, Felix is here.” Adrien laughs nervously.

“Adrien.” A voice chimes in.

It belonged to the notorious Felix who was now standing behind Adrien.

“Hey Felix.” Marinette says, smiling at him.

The blond furrows his eyebrows at her and rolls his eyes. “Adrien can we-“ He stops when he looks at you.

“Hi.” You say your name and hold your hand out. “It’s nice to meet you.” You say and he walks closer to you.

You gulp and chuckle awkwardly.

Knowing this guys attitude, you were scared about what he would say about you.

He takes you hand and shakes it. “I’m Felix, it’s nice to meet you too.” He says, a small smile on his face.

Everyone around you widens their eyes at the sight before them.

You look down and notice that he was still shaking your hand, looking at you, dazed.

Maybe he had too much to drink?

He removes his hand from yours quickly and you notice his cheeks tinting red. “Nothing.” He says and walks away.

Adrien clears his throat and pats him on the shoulder, snapping him out of it.

“What did you want to tell me Felix?”

“What. The. Fuck.” Marinette gapes. “I swear, when I met him for the first time he didn’t even shake my hand let alone smile at me.”

You felt like you were on the spot and ultimately it made you feel uncomfortable.

“Maybe he’s drunk or something?” You say and shrug.

“Felix doesn’t drink.” Adrien states.

You gulp. “Well I do.” You chuckle nervously and walk away from them to get a drink for yourself.

You move past people, muttering ‘excuse me’ as you walk to the little table where the drinks were. You pour yourself a drink.

“I’m not Adrien you brat.” You hear someone say and you instantly turn around.

“Ohhhhhhh…” A girl slurs. She was laughing against Felix, who looked incredibly uncomfortable with her presence. “doesn’t matter, we can still have a good time together.”

You watch Felix look around him and sigh, he didn’t even know what to say to her.

“I don’t want to.” He states.

“Why you got a girl or something?” She asks, sipping on her drink and hopping to the beat of the music.

You didn’t even realise that your body moved on it’s own.

“Yeah he does.” You say and walk over to Felix, kissing him on the cheek. “Here’s your drink babe.” You say and wink at him.

The colour of his face matched that of a tomato right now and he slowly took the drink from you, laughing nervously. “T-thank you.” He stutters out.

“I’m sorry I didn’t know.” The girl apologises.

“Are you okay?” You ask him, slightly smiling. “I could tell you were uncomfortable.”

“You’re good.” You shrug and grab Felix’s hand, “Au revoir!” You wave before dragging Felix elsewhere.

You found a secluded area on the boat near the railings. You figured he needed some air.

“Yes, I appreciate it.” He says, looking at the sea. “Thank you.”

You stare at him.

Since you’re getting a closer look at him you realise that he actually has different features from Adrien which you don’t notice at first.

His nose was a little longer with a few freckles peppered across it.

His skin was fairer, in fact it was so fair that every time he blushes you can see it evident on his cheeks and the tip of his nose.

His eyes were more narrowed but still held the same beautiful green, maybe felixs’ was more vibrant.

“What the hell did you put in this?” He asks.

You watch his long fingers curl against the cup tighter before sipping the drink.

His face contorts after.

“Liquor.” You state, chuckling. “What you can’t take the alcohol Felix?” You tease.

He scoffs, “Of course I can. Watch me.” He says and downs the rest of what was in the cup.

He looked really cute when he’s laughing.

He starts coughing after he finishes and cusses under his breath.

“That was strong shit.” He says and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

You start laughing, clutching your stomach as you do so.

You hear him slowly join in on your laughter soon after and you slightly open your eyes to see him.

“you know…” He says, wiping some lose tears from his eyes from the laughter “I don’t have many friends so I’m not really used to laughing like this.”

“Why don’t you try making more friends?” You asked him.

“Why am I any different?” You ask. “I mean, you barely talk to Marinette or any of Adriens friends.”

He shrugged at you and leaned against the railings.

“I don’t particularly like being around a lot of people, nor do I really enjoy people in general.” He mumbles, looking down. “But that’s just how I was brought up I guess.”

He stares at the floor boards and sighs. “When I saw you, my first thought wasn’t “oh she’s just one of Adriens friends” or “she’s probably going to talk to me because has to because ‘hey I’m known as Adriens spoiled rich cousin’” my first thought was ‘wow, she’s absolutely beautiful and she’s new around here, she doesn’t know of who I am so maybe I actually have a chance with someone. Even if it’s just a friend.”

You cut him of by getting on your tip toes and giving him a small kiss on the lips.

His comment made your cheeks heat up and a small smile twitch on your lips.

“Sorry if it makes you uncomfortable, it’s probably the damn alcohol, I have no idea what shit im spurring out let alone-“

His mouth parts and his eyes were wide. “Maybe it’s the alcohol too or maybe I just wanted you to stop talking.” You whisper.

“I will kiss you again, only if you stop thinking that Adriens friends talk to you because they have to. You’re a sweet guy and you shouldn’t feel left out.” You tilt your head and place a hand on his cheek.

He was frozen. It was a cute sight but you were scared that you terrified the poor guy.

Suddenly he leans in for another kiss but you place a finger on his lips to stop him.

He stares into your eyes for a moment, as if trying to look for something other than the truth.

You could see the green properly, his eyes were glistening, like he had stars in them.

Felix cups your face with both hands and pulls you into a kiss, a deep one.

You may not know him very well but this moment with him felt right, you didn’t see him as just Adriens cousin. He was more than that.

He was Felix and right now with every movement of his lips against yours, you felt butterflies fluttering around your stomach.

“Hey guys.” You wave awkwardly to them and chuckle.

You hear someone clear their throat which makes you pull away from the kiss. You turn around and see your group of friends staring at you.

Alya had her hand clasped over her mouth.

Nino was wide eyed.

Marinette was smirking at you.

Adrien was smiling awkwardly.

“We’ve been looking for you everywhere girl! We didn’t know you were sharing spit with Felix.” Alya exclaims walking up to you.  “Is he forcing you into doing something because I swear to god I will-“

“no no Alya, I’m the one who kissed him.” You say, smiling sheepishly.

“Why?” She deadpans, looking at you confused.

“Cesaire.” Felix says walking up to Alya. He clears his throat. “Are you still running that little blog of yours?”

Alya narrows her eyes at him, crossing her arms over her chest. “Yes.”

“It’s…” He stops and looks at you, as if for a moment, he’s remembering what you were talking about before. “It’s great. Even people In England are talking about it.”

Alya’s jaw drops. “Holy shit, really?”

Felix nods and you smile at him, knowing that he’s really trying.

“Nino! The ladyblog went international!” She exclaims and goes to hug her boyfriend.

You mentally thank him and he sends you a small wink before holding your hand.

Maybe you were the key to him finally being himself in front of others.

Maybe you could even become his everything.

[spoopylay]

Hq Boys x Plus Size Hispanic s/o

Noya

When he first saw you his face literally went: ♡ᗣ♡

For him it was like love at first sight.

After a couple of months of him and his horrible flirting, you said finally said yes.

Cuddles are a must when it comes to him.

Everytime he comes to your house, he’s always either laying on your chest or hugging your chubby waist.

How he found out you were Hispanic was when he came to your house and your mom was home.

The two of you walked through the door and your mom immediately knew you brought a boy with you.

“Y/n who is this? Why is there a boy with you, huh?”

“Mom this is Noya, my...boyfriend.”

“HUHHHH?!”

Noya came up to your mom and started introducing himself.

“Hey y/n’s mom , I’m Noya! I play volleyball and I’m really good at it. I also really love y/n, they’re so pretty, beautiful, smart...”

Your mom was ready to beat the living shit out of you until she saw how much Noya really did like you. She gave you “that” one nod that meant she’s ok with it.

After that, he asked that language you and your mom were speaking and you explained how you were Hispanic and all.

bby was so interested in what you were saying about your culture. The dances, the food, etc.

He picked up a couple of words from you and used them whenever you were around (accidentally called you a fucking dumbass but thought it meant beautiful)

Oikawa

Oikawa already knew you were Hispanic before you guys started dating.

You were walking home from school and because you two lived close to each other you both took the same route home.

Your dad called you and told you to go and pick up some thing from the convenience store 

Oikawa was impressed and confused at the same time

“Y/n, I never knew you spoke a different language.”

Now he always asks you to say different things in Spanish.

Something he loves to do is, whenever his fan girls try making fun of you for being plus size he’ll just insult the shit out of them in Spanish and then go back to showing you off.

I don’t know why but your grandma loves him. She’s always talking about how he’s “such a nice boy” even though his cockiness sometimes makes you wanna bring out the chancla

If you were to ever shout at him and it was in Spanish, he would be scared shitless.

Like excuse me, did you just try to curse me out of existence👁👄👁

Osamu

It was probably Atsumu that punted you out to him and from there he had a PHAT crush on you

But who wouldn’t, you’re literally stunning istg

He was just obsessed with your thighs. They were just so squishy how could he not be.

Sometimes something like this happens

Osamu: *walks up to you*

You: yes?

Osamu: *pokes your thigh* I like that

When it was time to meet your family he was a bit overwhelmed

“Why tf are there so many people here. I thought we were meeting your family not all of mfing Japan”

Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to bring him to a family gathering

He got to meet your parents, they thought he was a good kid. Quiet, but good.

(People who have little cousins this is your time to shine)

Your little cousins tried to rip him to pieces and you had to drag Osamu away from his death.

He looked so terrified

He got along well with your mom and picked up a few cooking tips from her

Even though his cooking already tasted good before, it tasted even better now.

Overall, 10/10 Hispanic parents would recommend

Bokuto

You two were childhood friends so he already knew you were Hispanic and all.

He started to develop a crush on you when you two were in the 5th grade.

By the time you two were in your second year, he asked you to be his s/o

Now you both are in your 3rd year and have been dating for one year

He loves dat chub and will die for it too 😤

He now has a thing for telenovelas and will watch them with you ( even if you don’t want to, he’ll make you watch them)

Will protect you from anyone who tries to make fun of you for being plus size or Hispanic.

He loves to give you hugs. Idk why I can just see doing this:

You: *legit doing anything*

Bokuto: *comes and wraps his arms around you*

You: “what happened now?”

Bokuto: “ tHe WoRlD iS bEiNg A rEaL biTcH tO mE tOdAy.”

Just make sure to give Bokuto hugs and everything will be ok

[ncitygirls]

dance - jeno x f reader

fluff, smut, 2.1k

jeno knows it’s bad, but he can’t help but reminisce on how this all began. he likes to torture himself by reliving the first night over and over. it always starts with the drunken taunts from his teammates, sullied further by his dismissal. ‘no way,’ he’d said. ‘i can’t go there.’ he remembers seeing your roommates hyping you up, followed closely by your misguided steps. even after his earlier reluctance, he still regrets not beating you to the jump, his friends’ clearing their throats, trying to act natural as you approached their booth.

he hated the setting: a grotty sports bar a town over from his college campus. it sold stale, cheap beer, triple vodka sours and served well past three am. this may not sound like the typical start to a love story, but it was a start all the same.

‘do you wanna dance?’ you asked in a painfully small voice, your emboldened strut paling in complete contrast to your timid yet gleaming gaze. jeno still can’t say where he found the courage to agree, but agree he did, nodding behind his beer before following you up to the sticky floor. somewhere along the way you had taken his hand in yours, in fear of losing him in the sea of sweaty bodies. in the musty wave of noughties hits with tacky modern spins, jeno managed to lose himself anyway. he hadn’t a clue where to put his hands, his eyes searching yours as you giggled up at him, cooing at his bewilderment.

so you led. placing his hand on your exposed waist, your top riding up as it hugged the skin beneath your rib. he felt you shiver under his touch, his fingers clenching minutely at the feeling. ‘is this okay?’ he’d yelled, though it came through as more of a whisper under the music. you didn’t respond, instead reaching for his other hand, squeezing it over the denim on your hip. jeno was spinning. not from dancing, and not from the amount he’d drank. he knew it wasn’t down to that, nor the dizzying motion of the lights, the thickness of the air or the pounding of the music. jeno knew it was you. your chest pressed flush to his, your eyes boring into his. he didn’t know when you’d started swaying, his body leaning, moving in time with the music and the others on the floor. he could hear the songs changing, feel the bass beneath his feet. there wasn’t much he could do but enjoy it.

much like he still does. as he drags you close to him, the rosie organza pleated around your chest pressed right up to his satin lapel. his confidence then pales in comparison to now. it only took a few months to see the change, one you nurtured in all the ways a man like jeno needed. in soft assurances and gentle praise. in delicate touches and the softest embraces. in ardent exchanges and steamy quickies.

but the trouble began this past winter. well, technically well before. as a child, jeno had spent his summers visiting his cousin jaemin in his hometown from before he could remember. there the two had fortified a friendship, a real brotherhood that jeno never would have gotten to experience without being cast away to the country every solstice. it was there he met his cousin’s neighbour, mark lee. mark lee, a kind kid with wide eyes and a wider smile, was the kind of kid everyone looked up to. he embodied what jeno typically thought to be an older brother. and he was. to his step sister and cousins, to kids in his neighbourhood, to jeno’s cousin jaemin and eventually to jeno. it’s why, this christmas just gone, when mark had approached jeno, with giddy eyes and a giddier smile, to ask him to be one of his groomsmen - not just due to the refusal of a painfully introverted jaemin - but because of a genuine brotherhood formed between the two, jeno’s big hearted self could not refuse.. bringing us back to where the trouble began.

‘so, are you bringing her to the wedding?’ mark questioned suddenly, his arm pushing through the sleeve of his tux. ‘you definitely shou- it’s a bit tight at the elbow, can you see?’

jeno still curses jaemin for opting out of being a groomsman, leaving jeno to deal with the trivialities of wedding prep. not that he has a real problem with it all. it’s just a fitting, he thought as he walked in, his eyes landing on the black silk hanging off the changing room door. it wasn’t until he realised it was just he and mark - the rest of the groomsmen opting to come on a later date - that he was regretting the decision. because even though no one would admit it to his face, mark was a bit of a groomzilla. less for the usual reasons. he wasn’t rude, short or angered by little inconveniences. he was just a man of superstition, faith, and insurmountable dubiety. he wanted everything to be perfect. he wanted to do as much of his part as he could for his wedding day. jeno thinks his fiancée had been right to leave him the task of the guest list. mark easily knew more people, so was naturally inundated with acquaintances. it was a great idea, jeno thought.. until mark kept- on- pushing- ‘i’ll even relieve you of your duties early, let you go off with her-’

‘thanks man,’ the younger tried, watching the tailor pinch the jacket at his waist. ‘but really, i don’t think i will. i’ll just bring my mom or something.’

‘your mom’s already invited man, you know that.’ jeno huffed at that. of course she is. mark did take his duties seriously after all. ‘couldn’t have her going off on me like jaemin did-’

‘are you comparing my mom to jaemin?’

‘i’m just saying-’ mark paused to thank the attendant, slipping back out of his jacket as he walked up to jeno, squeezing his shoulder. ‘you’ve got nothing to be nervous about, jen. you’re like a brother to me. you should bring her, i’d love to meet her.’

jeno flinches just thinking about it, his spine straightening as mark turned to him fully. jeno manages a shrug, turning back to the mirror just for a second before deciding that, no. no, it wouldn’t be a good idea to introduce his girl to his best friend on his wedding day.

because the issue wasn’t that he wouldn’t invite you.

‘you met her at college, right?’

the issue was that he couldn’t.

‘maybe y/n knows her?’

the issue is that you’re already going.

‘you know what my sister’s like, she gets on with everyone.’

“jen?” you pant, his name falling off your tongue as he bounces you quickly in his lap. “come back to me.” he smiles at your sweet call, your teeth catching his lip between them before slipping your tongue into his mouth.

the ceremony starts in ten minutes, though guests are still pouring into the church. it’s what actually convinced him. that and you, your manicured hand stuffing your damp panties into the pocket of his fitted tux. it had been his undoing, your sweeping frame gliding into a small side door a few feet from the altar.

the clock is ticking but you pay it no mind, your hips halting their rise and fall as you dig your heels into the masoned floor, grinding your hips back and forth as you ride him. you feel his nails dig painfully into your skin, his tongue wrapping around yours, swallowing your gasps as his other hand gathers your dress, the layers of delicate organza billowing over his knee. when your nails find his nape, careful not to mess up his perfectly styled do, you suck on his ear lobe, forcing him to thrust up into you.

“fuck-”

“shh!” you hiss, rushing to stuff the same panties you gifted him in his mouth. you hear his muffled groans, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks the essence of you onto his waiting tongue. he feels you clench harder around him, his eyes smiling in place of his occupied lips. he lifts a brow when your rocking falters, your eyes darting around his perfect face, incapable of taking in anything but him and how he makes you feel. there’s a question in his gaze, forcing your head to bob. “yeah- i’m close-”

he abandons your dress then, letting the material pool around you two as he presses his palm to your neck, bringing your mouth to his. it’s a quick and steep descent to your release, your thighs burning as he slams you up and down on his cock, your skin clapping against his as he abandons all reason. he’s kept it quiet for so long, at times he thinks it might consume him from the inside out, all this love he has for you. all jeno really wants is to scream it out from the highest mountain top, tattoo it to his forehead, paint it on the fucking moon. hell, he would pay anyone to listen. he didn’t care who. he’d tell anyone who’d listen that he, lee jeno, was in love with y/n y/l/n.

“i love you too,” you almost cry, jaw unhinged as you feel the effects of his thrusts and affection rip through you. it spreads through you like wildfire, setting every nerve in you alight before it finally consumes him. your heat pumps and pushes him past his release, his heavy load pouring out into you. you milk him through it, your temple pressed to the crown of his head.

it’s the church bells that rip you apart, your whole body cringing as realisation hits. you cringe further as his flushed face fills your vision, his hands gathering your dress again before further staining your panties as he wipes between your legs. “don’t look at me like that.”

“like what?”

“like it’s worse for you than it is for me.” you’re about to ask how when he moves away from you, closing his eyes as he wraps it up before shoving it back in his pocket. “i said don’t.”

“fine, i won’t-” your surrender is cut short when knuckles strike the door three times, jaemin’s sign to wrap it up. “shit, let’s go-” you try to leave but can’t. because suddenly he’s stopping you, his warm hand loosely wrapped around your wrist.

“let’s tell him.”

“tell who what-”

“mark.” jeno used to hate acknowledging the striking similarities between you and your step brother. much like the unwon battle of the chicken and the egg: which came first? which of you taught the other that when your eyes enlarge, rounding into porcelain saucers, two full moons nearly eclipsing him, that he’d give you anything?

“today?” when he nods, you want to laugh. but he looks so confident. so sure. “jen, are you sure?”

“i am,” his affirmation makes your heart swell, even before he continues. “i’m sure about you.”

he knows where your uncertainties lie. but you affirm it too. “i’m sure about you too.” you both seem to forget the wedding in that moment, both neglecting the importance of your bridal party roles in favour of basking in one another for even a second longer. “only if you save me a dance?”

“always.” so much so, you don’t register the sound of the confessional door swinging open when jeno leans in to kiss to your forehead, his bitten lips pressing to the skin as his eyes land on a pair not too dissimilar to the ones he’d just poured his heart out to.

mark seems to short circuit for a second that seems to last hours. “mom’s looking for you,” he announces, spluttering around the words as you immediately grab jeno by the hand and drag him out the confessional. you both duck your heads as you shuffle past jaemin, who looks beyond pissed you didn’t heed his earlier warning.

when you both disappear, your brother turns on jaemin, eyes wide as full moons. “you knew!” it only angers him more when jaemin nods, unflinching when mark starts slapping his arm. “he told you and you didn’t tell me?”

“nuh-uh,” the younger defends, straightening out the groom’s lapel as he reverently shuts the confessional door. “i figured it out.” mark looks bewildered at the notion it had been so obvious. jaemin has to remind himself it’s mark’s day and not to be too harsh. “come on, hyung. he wouldn’t tell us her name, wouldn’t let us meet her.” mark still looks stunned. “don’t get me started on how many times they pulled this shit last christmas-”

and to think. it all started with a dance.

[sourwulf]

hii i love ur writings! can i request an imagine where the reader is allison’s cousin who moved to beacon hills and stiles has heart eyes on her since the first time he saw her? thank you!

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you roamed the halls of your new school, searching for your locker. 1108 was the number you were looking for, and when you found it, you let out a relieved sigh. you looked at the paper in your hand at the combination of 18 - 24 - 10, hanging your backpack on the hook inside.

moving halfway across the country to california wasn’t on your agenda for the year. you had to leave your friends, your house, and everything else for “your protection”, which you knew was bullshit.

being an argent, you knew moving was always something you’d have to do. when things got complicated or you and your mom became targets, your dad would pack up all of your belongings and drag all of you to somewhere far from where you were.

this time, it was beacon hills. but this time, it wasn’t just you and your parents. it was the three of you and your uncle chris, aunt victoria, and cousin allison. you were close with allison, and she offered to eat lunch with you every day until you made some friends.

you hadn’t even been at your locker for a full minute before you felt a pair of eyes on you. you looked to your right and didn’t see anyone looking at you, but when you looked to your left, you spotted a boy standing at his locker, staring right at you.

he had a buzzcut, and he was cute. he had his backpack thrown over one shoulder, and he was wearing a flannel, jeans, and a pair of converse. he looked kind.

when you noticed him, he got nervous, his body stiffening. he gave you an awkward smile before quickly closing his locker and shuffling away, meeting a friend at the end of the hall.

you chuckled to yourself and stared down at your schedule, seeing you had biology first period.

—

you sat on the bleachers during your free period, the sunlight making the cool air more bearable. the lacrosse team was doing try-outs, and the boy from earlier was there, although he was on the bench.

you were sat next to allison and her new friend lydia, who made it very clear that she was dating the team captain, jackson.

“who is that?” allison asked, looking at the goalie.

“him? i’m not sure who he is. why?”

as if he could hear them, he looked your direction.

“he’s in my english class.”

ignoring their conversation, your eyes shifted back over to the one with the buzzcut. you’d heard the coach call him ‘stilinski’, but you still weren’t sure of his first name. he groaned as his friend hit the ground after being struck in the face with a ball.

as he began catching the balls, cheers of ‘yeah!’ and ‘woo-hoo!’ left stilinski’s mouth, and he jumped to his feet when he caught jackson’s shot.

he looked around and yelled loudly, “that’s my friend!”

you laughed as everyone cheered, meeting his eye contact.

—

you stood outside the boys’ locker room, waiting for the kid who you knew only by ‘stilinski’. it took a few minutes, but eventually he stepped out, freezing in place when he saw you.

“oh, hey,” he said nervously.

“hey.” you smiled softly and gripped the straps of your backpack. “your friend did good out there.”

he nodded. “yeah, i think even he was surprised.”

a couple of seconds of silence went by before you spoke again. “y/n.”

“stiles.”

“can i ask why you were staring at me earlier?”

his eyebrows raised and his mouth opened as he tried to think of something to say. “uh... i... i didn’t recognize you, i was trying to figure out if you were new.”

“yeah, i am. i just moved here.”

“oh, where from?”

“south dakota. my dad packed us up and moved us here last night.”

“i could give you a tour of the school. i mean, if you want to.”

you broke the eye contact and chuckled to yourself. “i think i’m okay. thanks though.” the bell rang and you looked at the stairs to your right. “i should get going. i’ll see you around, stiles.”

as you walked off, he shouted after you, “are you sure you don’t want that tour?”

“i’m sure,” you responded, not looking back so you could conceal your smile.

—

you stepped into your last class, where you immediately spotted stiles. he was scrambling to finish his homework, an extra pencil stuck out both sides of his mouth.

you chuckled to yourself and walked over, sliding into the seat right next to him.

“oh, hey,” he said, pulling the pencil out of his mouth.

“did you forget to do the homework?”

he nodded. “i got busy last night.”

you reached over and grabbed his paper, which was full of math problems, all of his answers wrong.

“what’s your grade in here?”

“bad,” he stated simply, which made you laugh.

“i can tell. all your answers are wrong.”

he groaned. “do you know how to do them?”

“yeah, i got an a in this class last year. i have to repeat it because i’m new.”

he lit up, adjusting his posture. “well, maybe you could... tutor me.”

you looked at him. “tutor you?”

“mhm.”

“now why would i do that?” you asked sarcastically.

“i don’t really want to repeat this class.”

you nodded. “alright. we can study in the library after school.”

his eyes went wide, almost as if he didn’t expect you to say yes. “wait, seriously? you’ll help me?”

“why not?”

—

“and just multiply the x by two and you’re done.”

he wrote down the answer, still visibly confused. “um... okay.”

“you still don’t understand, do you?” he reluctantly shook his head. “that’s okay. it’s the beginning of the year, i think you’ll be fine.”

he leaned back in his chair and checked the time on his phone. that was when both of you realized it had gotten dark outside.

“shit,” you said to yourself, pulling your phone out of your pocket to see texts from both of your parents asking where you were. “i have to go home.”

you gathered your books in a hurry and shoved them into your backpack, stiles doing the same. he followed you back out into the hallway, walking quickly beside you.

“are your parents overprotective?” he asked, making conversation.

“god, you have no idea.” when you got out to the parking lot, he stopped you. “i really need to get home.”

“i just... i liked hanging out with you. even if we were doing math.”

you smiled. “i liked hanging out with you, too.”

just then, your phone rang again. you looked at the screen to see ‘dad’ displayed across the top.

“hello?” you asked, lifting the phone to your ear.

“where the hell are you? i called and texted you a thousand times.”

“i’m sorry, i was tutoring a friend. i’m on my way home.”

“we’ll talk more when you get here.”

the line clicked, making you roll your eyes.

“i have to go. i’m sorry. i’ll see you tomorrow?”

you pushed yourself on your toes and gave him a kiss on the cheek, making him go red.

“uh, yeah, tomorrow. yeah. tuesday. school.”

you laughed at his awkwardness. “bye, stiles.”

he gave you a goofy smirk and waved.

you may have just spent hours with him, but you planned on hanging out even more in the weeks to follow.

[misstressshelby]

Lost Boy

Summary: You try your best to take care of the youngest Shelby and put him on the right track

Warnings: Language ( I really like the work fuck lol)

Word Count:1.358

Paring: Tommy/Reader (Reader is GN)

(A/N This is completely self-indulgent but while rewatching S2 I just got the urge to take care of Finn. He's just a baby and he deserved way better...also I have no idea how to UK school system works)

You hadn’t been married to Thomas Shelby for long, going on six months next week. You two had only known each other a year before he proposed and you had excitedly said yes. The wedding was simple with both families squished into the church. The reception was a different story. Cousins of cousins filled the Garrison and the streets outside. The party had gone well into the next morning. Long after you and Tommy had left, lost in yourselves and the thought of consummating the marriage.

You had taken up helping in the betting shop alongside Esme after your wedding. Slowly you were welcomed into the family meetings and dinners. Now you were ushered into the nook at the pub with open arms and jokes shared between the brothers. While you were getting closer to the Shelbys you still weren’t blood. You and Esme sat in on the meeting but never said a word. Occasionally you’d both share knowing looks or whisper about ongoings in private.

You had noticed during this time how the youngest Shelby was left unsupervised. Often forgotten in the chaos of Peaky business.

“Does Finn not go to school?” you asked your husband one night as you laid in bed.

“What good would it do? The boy can’t even read?” he chuckled before getting up to light another cigarette.

“We could get him a tutor, Tommy. We can afford it now.” You got up with him preparing for a fight.

“Where does he even stay most days Tommy? I always see him running around the street following Isaiah or in the pub. He should be in school getting an education.” You were starting to work yourself up now. Tommy just sat on the edge of your bed rubbing his hands down his face before tugging on his hair.

“I’ll deal with it.” He grunted and left for his office.

For the next couple of weeks, you saw Finn around the house more, usually in search of food. You had started sitting with him and eating the dinner Tommy would let get cold. You couldn’t help but grow fond of the freckled face smiling up at you. He would always wind up sweet-talking you into giving him desert. After these dinners, you had started sitting with Finn. Both of you would open a book and let him slowly sound out words for himself. You had set up a bedroom for him in one of the spare rooms. You slept better knowing he was safe at night. But it didn’t last.

It was payday so you and the other workers were at the Garrison drinking the money away. The other girls and you had downed a bottle of gin within an hour. You were tasked with getting another in the back of the pub. There you saw the lanky redhead bent over a table cutting Tokyo with an older peaky boy.

“OI, WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?’ You screamed seeing red.

The other boy ran off leaving Finn alone looking as if he’d seen a ghost.

“I-I was just having some fun. Me and boys-’ he stuttered out.

“Fun?! You’re not old enough to have fucking fun. Do you know what that shit does to your head eh? ”You marched over to him and grabbed the blue bottle out of his hands.

“The boys do it when we’re blue sometimes is all.” He winced when you grabbed him by the ear. Dragging him out of the busy pub ignoring the looks from the others you started towards the shop. The door bounced off the wall, shaking the pictures that hung there.

“Sit!” You pointed at the couch in the middle of the living room.

You found Tommy where you’d left him leaned over his desk with a cigarette in his hand. He looked up with his eyebrows pulled together as you barged in.

“Do you know where I found this eh?” You threw the small bottle at him, “ You fucking brother yeah was cutting it up. Fourteen-fucking-years old and doing snow Tommy?! You said you’d handle it.”

“I did-” He started with a drag off his smoke.

“Does it look handled to you, Tommy? Now I’ve tried not to say anything cus I know I’m not blood” Tommy scoffed at that. “But that boy needs some guidance before he ends up on the fucking streets.” You continued pointing towards the door.

“Yeah? Do you think I don't have enough going on?! I can’t run the bloody business, deal with London, Campbell, and chase after Finn all fucking day can I?!” Thomas got out of his chair.

“No you can’t Tom but we can’t just let him run wild either.” You lowered your voice a bit. Yelling at each other would get you nowhere but the silent treatment.

“Then what do you want me to fucking do?” Tommy lowered his voice too but the harshness remained.

“I want him to move in with us. I’m going tomorrow and signing him up for school. We’ll find him a tutor. He’ll have some catching up to do but that's fine.” You crossed your arms across your chest and continued. “He is a smart, sweet boy and it'll be over my dead body that he doesn't do something with ‘is life. He will graduate from school. If he wants to go to uni afterward then he’ll do that too.”

You closed the space between you and your husband grabbing his jaw before kissing him. You felt him relax a bit under you.

“Isn’t that the point of all this? So they can have a better life than us? Finn can have the things we only dreamed of.” Looking into his blue eyes you pleaded with yours.

“ He’ll move in tomorrow and you sign him up for Saint Andrews yeah.” He kissed your temple before leaving out the door to Finn.

It wasn’t easy taking in a teenage boy much less making him go to school. There were many nights spent screaming about homework or crying over mathematics.

But it was worth it because you loved your little family. After you moved out of Birmingham and into Arrow House things got a little better. You got Finn away from the older boys he worshiped. Tommy found him a tutor who came three days a week.

He wouldn’t admit it but he liked having Finn around the house too. The three of you had dinner as a family every night at your repeated request. Tommy and Finn would often ride horses together on the weekends.

You sat reading in the library when you heard Finn running through the halls.

“OI, where do you think you’re going?” You asked as you rounded the corner into the living room.

“A level marks were posted today, yeah? Let me see?” You held out your hand out expectantly. The young boy, well a man now, rocked back on his feet and avoided your gaze.

“It’s okay if you didn’t pass Finn, lots of people have to retake the exams.” You softly smiled.

Finn Arthur Shelby

Writing-B

Reading-A

Arithmetic-C

Nature Study-B

WoodWork-A

“You passed Finn!” You squealed while jumping up and down shaking the paper in the air. You hugged the boy that now towered over you and shook him too. Tommy ran into the room with Mary right behind.

“What? What’s happened?” Your husband asked with wide eyes.

Turning to him with a smile still on your face you started jumping again, “He passed! He passed!”

Tommy looked at Finn who was now grinning too, a blush on his face from the attention. Tom just put a hand on his shoulder and gave a slight nod of his head. That was the equivalent of the show you were putting on for Tommy.

“Finn we are so proud of you! You’ve worked so hard. I’ll have the cook make the custard you like for dessert to celebrate.” You kissed the redhead on the cheek. As you left to tell the cook of your plans you looked back at your two boys sharing a rare embrace. You couldn’t help but feel pride in the man you saw before you.

[young-dumb-and-vaccinated]

The Cult Girl (Hannibal x Female!Reader) pt. 13

Hello friends we have come to the end of Cult Girl. Thank you all for hyping me up throughout this story and giving me the confidence to actually post my work. Y/n and Hannibal throw a dinner party.

The sunlight streamed in through the window, illuminating the entire kitchen in that homey mid-morning glow. You were enjoying your coffee and scrolling through an article on your phone.

"Senator Hatch reportedly coughed up his late wife's toe on the floor of the precinct." You read out loud. "Huh. Wonder how that could have happened."

You side-eyed Hannibal, who was contentedly sharpening his knives. Placing a rather large meat cleaver to the side, he met your gaze. "I have my ways."

You finished off your coffee and brought the mug to the sink. "There was no way Theresa was going to survive that night, was there?"

"Clever girl." Hannibal praised.

"You were going to kill her if I didn't, were you?" You felt a smile coming on. "Did everything turn out as expected?"

"Darling, this all went much better than I could have ever hoped for." He smirked. "See, I had the whole evening mapped out. I was hoping you'd be the one to deliver justice and kill her, but I had to prepare for the possibility that you wouldn't."

You folded your arms and leaned against the island. "Is that why I was so sick that day?"

You could have sworn you saw some hesitation in Hannibal's face. Maybe even a touch of regret. "Yes. You needed an alibi. It was as easy as removing a single birth control pill from your packet. You'd see it was missing and think you'd already taken your medicine-"

"So I'd neglect to take my focus meds." You cut in. "Yeah, I knew something was off."

"By the end of the day, you'd be experiencing full withdrawal symptoms." Hannibal nodded. "I don't take any pleasure in upsetting the delicate balance of your brain chemistry, and for that I am sorry. I did what I had to."

"Yeah, don't ever do that again." You ordered, no disarming smile in sight. "I need those meds to function."

"I promise you, darling," Hannibal said, sincerely. "I would never keep you from being anything but your very best. I was just looking after you."

"I suppose now that all this is out in the open, you won't need to pull any shit like that again." You muttered. "But I'm still going to keep my pills at my apartment."

"That reminds me." He said. "Would you like to invite your roommates for dinner tonight? I've prepared a wonderful Spanish-inspired menu that's perfect for entertaining."

"I'd love for you to meet my friends, but, they all keep such weird hours I doubt they'll all be free tonight." You shrugged. "I'll give them a call though."

"Wonderful." He smiled. "You make arrangements while I prepare the kitchen."

You stepped into the office and called up Pilar. She answered within the minute.

"[F/N]!" She near shouted. "Holy fuck, how are you doing?"

"I'm actually doing..." you looked back into the kitchen, watching your beloved Hannibal in his element. "Really well."

"I heard about your cousin." Pilar cut in. "One down, two to go."

You snorted. "No fucking shit."

"Sorry, was that okay for me to say?" She apologized. "I know you said Theresa was a bitch, but it's your trauma and I-"

"No, you're fine." You laughed. "She was a bitch. Hey, do you have any plans tonight?"

"Uh, no. I don't think so." She answered. "Why?"

"Hannibal wants to invite you all for dinner tonight." You said with an audible smile. "Y'know, to celebrate the bitch's death."

"Yo! Steph!" Pilar shouted across the room. "Wake Randy up! We're having dinner at [F/N]'s rich boyfriend's house!"

You could make out Stephanie's voice in the background. "It's about damn time. We've been waiting for her to redistribute the wealth."

"She means thank you for the invitation." Pilar corrected.

"It's not like I had to twist his arm or anything. It was his idea." You chuckled. "He loves having guests. And excuses to dress up."

"Oh so we're getting fancy, huh?" Pilar's voice turned up in excitement.

"Hey [F/N]!" Randy snatched the phone from Pilar. "Text me the menu for tonight. My girlfriend'll steal a nice bottle of wine to pair. She's a pro, she works over at Cavatappi's wine and spirits."

"Much obliged, Randy." You said. "I'll see you guys at seven."

You returned to the kitchen with a smile. "They're coming."

"Well, we don’t have a moment to lose, then." Hannibal placed something wrapped in butcher paper on the counter. "Come now. Let me show you how to properly prepare a heart.

You and Hannibal spent the rest of the morning and the whole afternoon preparing a bountiful meal. You reveled in the irony of finally finding a space for Theresa in your life. That space just so happened to be on the stove.

Seven came far too quickly, but your friends were always a welcome sight. You greeted them at the door with hugs, Hannibal watching with stoic adoration.

"Guys, this is Hannibal Lecter, my partner." You introduced. "Hannibal, this is Pilar, Stephanie and Miranda."

"It is a pleasure to meet you, ladies." Hannibal greeted. “Please, make yourselves comfortable.”

"Here you go, Dr. Lecter." Randy handed him a bottle of wine. "Thank you for inviting us."

Hannibal examined the bottle. "Yes, this will pair quite nicely with our meal. Thank you very much. [F/N], could you show our guests to the dining room?"

You nodded and accepted the bottle, given the extra responsibility of pouring. You led your friends to the dining room and wasted no time distributing the alcohol.

"A toast." Stephanie rose her glass. "Too many of history's worst have had the privilege of dying on their own terms. Today, we celebrate the death of one who didn't: Theresa [L/N]."

"She will join her sisters Nancy Reagan and Madame Nhu in hell tonight." You concurred, tapping your glasses together with a series of satisfying clinks.

"Okay, you need to spill." Randy scooted her chair up and leaned towards you. "How the hell did you get away with it?"

"Well, it helped a lot that her husband was already a felon." You teased. "If I didn't kill her, he was going to eventually."

Pilar made a face. "I can't believe it took actual murder to get that latter-day lump thrown in prison."

"Well, the LDS church is a very influential organization with a stronghold on all of Utah." You explained. "There's a long history of legitimizing sex abuse there."

"We know, cult girl." Stephanie laughed. "You remind us every time your pedophile cousin-in-law comes up. Relax and take your victories where you can get them.” 

“Ladies,” Hannibal entered. You rushed to his side to help him with the dinner plates. “Have we ever tried organ meat before?” 

Everyone’s eyes found Pilar. 

“Braised liver is delicious and you guys are just cowards.” Pilar protested. “I will die on this hill.” 

Hannibal smiled and presented your friends with their plates. “You are a woman of good tastes, Pilar. Our first course is Riñones al Jerez.” 

“Kidneys.” Randy translated. “Who’s kidneys are we eating today, Dr. Lecter?” 

He tilted his head. “Theresa’s, of course.” 

“I don’t care whose organs you harvested.” Stephanie said, her eyes rolling back into her head. “This is delicious.” 

You and Hannibal shared a glance and a smile. 

You and your roommates devoured the Riñones al Jerez, then dug into the next serving of heart stewed with chickpeas and olives. You finished off the evening with natillas de leche and a bottle of Sauternes Hannibal just happened to have lying around. 

“This is the first time since like, Keith Raniere got sentenced that I’ve seen [F/N] happy-drunk.” Stephanie observed.

“Or even just... happy." Pilar said, looking at Hannibal. "I'll have some of whatever she's having, please."

"My pleasure." Hannibal poured her another glass of wine.

Your phone began to buzz on the table, capturing the attention of your guests. You didn't even need to look at the caller ID to know who it was. Nobody else in the world had such horrid timing.

"Shit, you've got to answer it here!" Stephanie pleaded. "So we can all give her a piece of our mind!"

You looked over to Hannibal, who you knew was just as curious.

You dragged the answer icon across the screen and put it on speaker. You gestured for your friends to be quiet. "Yeah?"

"Well look who finally decided to pick up." Grandma said. "Thank you for gracing me with your attention. I know you have so much going on right now, you're just too busy to pick up the phone and talk to your grieving grandmother."

"For your information..." you stumbled over your words. "I was interrogated by the police yesterday. I think that counts as having something going on."

"Are you drunk?" Her voice was laced with a disproportionate level of disgust.

"I'm grieving too, Beatrice." You counter. "What, suddenly you're the only one who can drink the pain away? That's not very democratic of you."

"In your state, you shouldn't even be thinking of alcohol!" Grandma scolded. "You of all people should know the effects alcohol has on an unborn baby."

You smacked yourself on the head. Of course Theresa would plant a seed to fuck you over one last time. "Did Theresa actually tell you I was pregnant?"

"It was her last message to me, actually. Anyway, you're coming home." Grandma said, without so much as waiting for a response. "I won't have my great grandchild living in that dangerous city that your cousin was killed in."

You exchanged looks with your friends, who were going through the same combination of emotions as you were. Grandma's words just seemed to fade out as you shared an entire nonverbal conversation with the people around you.

"And you're leaving that terrible, terrible man."

Hannibal raised an eyebrow and looked at you, waiting to see how you'd respond. You knew what you had to do. It was finally time. You did something you should have done a long time ago.

"No." You said, your nerves loosened by the wine.

"What?"

"No. And I mean it." A big smile crossed your lips. "Theresa lied to you. I'm not pregnant. And you have to live with the fact that your granddaughter's last words to you were a blatant lie."

Hannibal looked at you with pride and your friends began to silently gas you up with encouraging gestures. "

"...And that you're the only one to blame for her deception." You continued. "You raised her in your own image."

"This is why I refuse to let you raise my great grandchild with that man!" She wailed. "He's twisted your mind against me! He's made you cruel!"

"Hannibal made me see clearly that you made me cruel." You said with absolute certainty. "You'll never see me again."

"Don't be like your mother, [F/N]." Grandma snarled. "Don't cut people out for trying to help."

"You'll never see me again." You repeated and decided to leave it at that. You ended the call and blocked the number, joined by an eruption of excitement from your friends.

It was finally over. Your life could truly begin.

[amysteryspot]

Between These Four Walls - Thomas Shelby x Fem!Reader (NSFW/+18)

Requested: No

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Female Reader

Summary: “You liked the attention,” Tommy stated, taking his time to shed his jacket, carefully hanging it on a nearby chair to work on his cufflinks. She laughed, observing him from her spot on the bed. One bare leg on top of the cotton sheets that covered the other one all the way to her waist. “And you liked the claim, so what?”

Warnings: Smut and swearing (NSFW/+18).

Word Count: 1047 (in theory)

A/N: Just me ignoring my requests and doing what my brain pleases. I blame it all on @blinder-secrets, to whom this one-shot is dedicated, because their blog always gives me ideas that I can't ignore: I really, really hope that you liked this and that it makes your week a little better. This was loosely based on this ask (I have a feeling that I should credit @shelbyblinded for the idea, and here is the gifset mentioned on the ask, for context if you want) and explores the afterwards of the interaction between Tommy and Michael. Hope you enjoy it. Feedback is always appreciated.

(Y/N) = Your Name

English is not my first language and this wasn’t proofread by a beta.

If you want to be tagged in my stories, just send me a message.

(Y/N)’s smile was pure mischief, disguised as bashful playfulness in her angelic features.

“You liked the attention,” Tommy stated, taking his time to shed his jacket, carefully hanging it on a nearby chair to work on his cufflinks.

She laughed, observing him from her spot on the bed. One bare leg on top of the cotton sheets that covered the other one all the way to her waist.

“And you liked the claim, so what?”

Tommy tried to suppress the smirk from appearing on his lips. The image of Michael’s shocked expression when he told his cousin that he and (Y/N) had been fucking was priceless. And he didn’t even know half of it.

(Y/N) was Michael’s friend—from the village he was raised after being taken away from Polly, from the time he was still Henry. They lost contact after Michael came to Birmingham, and met again, by chance, a little before Tommy’s wedding.

At that time, Tommy had Grace and didn’t care about the girl hanging from Michael’s arm at the ceremony. Then, Grace died and he had a lot to deal with—the priest, the Russians, the grief—that the last thing on his mind was the country girl fooling around with his cousin.

Things changed right after Michael left for America. His cousin hadn’t had the time to talk to (Y/N) before leaving, and one night, she came looking for him on the Garrison. She caught him in a bad day—wrong time, wrong place—Tommy took his anger out on her and was more than surprised when the girl didn’t even flinch at his harsh words. The night ended with her body pressed against his and the wall of one of the back rooms.

One-time thing, he had said to himself. Except that it wasn’t.

He liked the challenge, liked that she was younger than him, that she didn’t take any of his shit, and how she felt under him. It was intoxicating, made him forget about the problems, and something that was meant to be a one-time thing became a regular thing. Soon he lost count of how many times he had been seeking her out, to clear his head.

When Michael fucked it all up in America and came back, Tommy thought that whatever he and (Y/N) had would end as it had begun—out of the blue. Until she appeared at his office in London one night, wearing nothing but lingerie underneath her long black coat.

“Have you talked to him?” Tommy asks, nonchalantly, as he continues to undress.

“He tried, I said that we had nothing to talk about after everything. He can go talk to his American wife now.”

“That’s why you’re here?”

Tommy looked at her, she was frowning, the hint of worry clear on her eyes. She got up on her knees, the sheet falling down and revealing the peach-colored negligee—his favorite, he noticed—and crawled to the end of the bed, sitting on her calves, facing him.

“You think this is a rebound?”

He ignored her question, and the slight hurt in her voice, placing the pocket watch and arm garters on the table, then taking off the waistcoat.

“Tommy, look at me.” (Y/N)’s tone was firm, and he complied, turning around and walking to her. She got up on her knees, hands resting on his chest as she looked him dead in the eye and said, “You really think that what we created in these past three years was just a distraction for me? That I would throw all of this out the window just because Michael came back from America?”

“Wouldn’t hold it against you. The two of you had something going on way before I’ve properly met you.”

“And by properly met me you mean pressing me up against the wall in the backroom of your pub and having your way with me?”

Tommy rolled his eyes, but there was a smile on his lips and (Y/N) took advantage of this moment of weakness to start unbuttoning his dress shirt, looking innocently at him and biting her lower lip.

“I don’t want Michael, not for a long time. Wouldn’t have wanted him back even if he was not married to some American gold-digger. I want you,” she breathed against his lips, freeing him from the braces, “Or I wouldn’t have let whatever it is that we have going on continue for this long.”

“Yeah,” he asked, kissing her lightly, “Don’t want a guy your age?”

“No, I want the old man that knows how to touch me like no guy my age ever dreamt off.” Pulling his shirt out of his pants, (Y/N) made quick work of throwing it around the room, lips meeting his for a hungry kiss as she did the same thing with his undershirt. “The one who is ruthless dealing with the business but it’s all soft with his son. The old man who makes me beg for him to touch me and makes me want to be his.”

“All mine?” He asks, leaning in to press her body against his, lips searching for hers as they both fall into bed.

“All yours,” she confirms, eyelids heavy with lust, and something else that Tommy choses to ignore for the moment, fingers dragging the thin fabric of her negligee all the way up and out of her body. He curses under his breath after realizing she’s wearing nothing under the delicate piece. “I like being yours,” (Y/N) confesses, breathless as he kisses down her neck, “between these four walls.”

“Just between these four walls?”

“Well, maybe between some other walls as well,” she teases, bringing his lips back to hers, legs wrapping around his waist, making them both moan against each other lips with the friction. “But we both know that outside these walls I am my own woman.”

“I don’t mind that.” Tommy breathed against her skin, before getting rid of his pants and undershorts the fattest he could. His eyes closed for a second when he pressed his body against her again, skin on skin this time. He slipped into her in one swift motion, groaning at the feel of her so wet and inviting. “As long as you are my woman between these walls.”

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