#it's not my fault his introduction is so cute

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I've been trying to romance astarion for my new bg3 run but every time gale talks to me I'm like

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# THE BETTER NORRIS ! F1 GRID X ADOPTED NORRIS! READER, SMAU

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part one, part two, part three.

# WARNINGS : cussing, i know nothing about the parents of lando so everything is fictional. lowercase intended, spelling errors (english isn’t my first language). lando's actual siblings are not really mentioned in this since I don't know anything about them. reader hitchhikes. an excessive usage of emojis such as “🙄, 🤫, 😝, 😭,😊,😉”. reader is 17 in the story btw (the age isn’t really mentioned so i guess you can imagine it however you want)

# SUMMARY: the adventures of the formula one driver lando norris adopted sibling, y/n norris.

# AUTHORS NOTE : this is my first smau (that i’m posting). there’s no meaning behind this story i really just wanted to make it for fun. backstory for how reader (you) were adopted is not explained. reader is kinda of portrayed as bisexual, sorry only like three times. pretend lando is a soccer/football fan (and likes messi). some of these scenarios/comments actually happened to face claim.

# FACE CLAIM : marian guevara/theatomicbabe on instagram (i love her so much)

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thebetternorris visited jamaica once again, spent every moment with the children and made memorial memories that i will remember forever, thank you @junglenonprofit for making this event happen🤍🇯🇲

landonorris: very cool hair style in the last photo is that your new look?

-> thebetternorris: maybe it is. you should also try finding a new look instead of looking like a washed up mop you have on your head that you call curls

-> carlossainz55: ay no, she got you with that one 🤣

-> landonorris: I WAS LITERALLY BEING NICE. WHY DID YOU COME AFTER ME??

landonorris: since when did you go to jamaica???

-> thebetternorris: since two days ago, man keep up with the times 🙄🙄

maxverstappen1: y/n does your mom know you’re in jamaica??

-> thebetternorris: no.. don’t tell her, she doesn’t have instagram 🤫

-> ciscawauman: y/n norris.. you said you were with friends for this week?

-> thebetternorris: hi mama 😊😊 im with bsf/n. but im on my way home! (max emilian verstappen this is all your fault, im coming after you)

-> maxverstappen1: sorry y/n.. hi mrs.wauman!

-> ciscawauman: hello max 👋 y/n please don’t threaten someone through comments

username1: y/n’s interactions with the drivers will never fail to make me laugh

username2: i love you y/n!!!

username3: will forever appreciate how y/n is not pr trained. her posts and comments heal me

-> mclaren: that will change very soon, sadly.

-> thebetternorris: @.mclaren YOU WILL NEVER CATCH ME ALIVE

lewishamilton: good work, little norris, very proud of you, keep doing good in the world 🥰

-> thebetternorris: I LOVE U SIR LEWIS

-> lewishamilton: love you too

-> landonorris: lewis please ignore her

username4: y/n’s reply to lewis’ comment is so real

username5: the third picture is so cute 🥹

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april 21, 2024 (dates are for the post above ^^)

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thebetternorris 🍸🪩🌃🍾

landonorris: who is that guy in the last photo?

-> thebetternorris: i have no clue, i js chose it because i looked good. i think he was trynna lure me into a cult?

-> landonorris: WHAT?? CALL ME RIGHT NOW

username4: you can always rely on y/n to never disappoints with her outfits 😫😫

oscarpiastri: how come you never invite me to party out with you?

-> thebetternorris: because you steal all the girls and guys too 😕😕 also you’re too old

-> oscarpiastri: i’m barely 23??? and thank you or sorry idk man, you confuse me

username6: y/n’s life is so entertaining

username7: i wanna be like y/n when i grow up

username8: my goal in life is to party like y/n does

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april 25, 2024

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thebetternorris no caption 🌞 👤: @.girl1 @.girl2 @.girl3 @.guy1

girl3: i had so much fun y/n see you soonnn

-> thebetternorris: me too! see you soon 😊😊

-> landonorris: y/n what is this???? what do you mean see you soon???? ANSWER MY CALLS Y/N

landonorris: who are those girls and guy on the last two photos???

-> charles_leclerc: leave your sister alone, as if you weren’t doing crazy stuff this week either 🤣

-> thebetternorris: @.landonorris they have names you know, you shouldn’t just call them “those girls”. i thought mama taught you better. 🤨🤨

-> landonorris: @thebetternorris sorry..?? but you didn’t answer the question.. also please @charles_leclerc don’t expose my doings of this week onto the internet

username9: you’re the loml in a another universe 😔

-> thebetternorris: why not this universe 😉

-> danielriccardo: damn little norris has more rizz than her brother 😭 @.landonorris

-> landonorris: why do i keep getting attacked 💔

username10: having the caption as “no caption” is having a caption

-> thebetternorris: 🤓🤓

username11: does y/n like girls cause that third photo is a bit suspicious LMAOO

-> username12: i think so, especially because of her response to oscar's comment on her previous post

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april 27, 2024

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thebetternorris thank you @.newyorkcityfc for inviting me to document the New York City fc vs charlotte game. visiting the new york city fc game made me want to try out soccer, turns out it might be time that i change career path 😝

landonorris: you’re in new york??? since when. and @.newyorkcityfc just invited you???

-> thebetternorris: since two days ago and is that an insult?

-> landonorris: who are you staying with?

-> thebetternorris: man stop asking so many questions 😕

charles_leclerc: weren’t you in jamaica like less than a week ago?

-> thebetternorris: weren’t you in china less than a week ago? why you judging where im traveling, i don’t judge you. you literally fly somewhere each week for your go karting 🙄

username13: y/n’s post are so unpredictable each time 😭 she was just helping children in jamaica and is now at a soccer game in nyc

-> thebetternorris: gotta keep y’all on your toes 🤫

-> username13: toes 🤤

-> thebetternorris: NAH GTFO LMAOOO

username14: y/n becoming a soccer player when??

username15: all of the norris siblings are so talented

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april 29, 2024

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thebetternorris miami grand prix day 2 & day 3 🤙. found out some guy with the same last name as me won? idk but congrats @.landonorris

username16: dang her brother just won his first race and she doesn’t even make a post about him?

-> username17: for real, like everyone congratulated him right after but not even his own sister

-> username18: @.username17 well she is adopted 🤣

username19: it was so fun meeting you y/n!!!

-> thebetternorris: thank you pretty

username20: thank you for the water y/n 😊😊

-> thebetternorris: of courseee, had to give you that rich voss water 😉😉

-> landonorris: you gave a stranger water?? when?? you were with me the whole time???

-> thebetternorris: hey man you gotta start appreciating the people that support you, he was a worker ✊🏼

username21: hey i was the guy you were signing “way 2 sexy” with lolll

-> thebetternorris: AYY MY MANNN, i posted u on tiktok look at it 😉

jamescharles: omg i met you!! you’re gorgeous 🥰

-> thebetternorris: JAMESS HEYYY, i put you in my tiktok 🤙🤙

username22: omg you hugged me, remember i picked you up 😭

-> thebetternorris: I REMEMBER YOUU, that hug was great thanks man i needed that 🫵🏼 posted a full tiktok abt you

username23: your first outfit is so art teacher-coded

-> thebetternorris: is this a compliment or?? thank you though 😭

-> landonorris: @.username23 THATS WHAT I TOLD HER

landonorris: the number of people commenting that they met you is insane. @thebetternorris

-> thebetternorris: what can i say i'm js that guy 😼

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may 5, 2024

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thebetternorris congrats to @.landonorris for winning your first grand prix, in america 🦅🇺🇸, i’m so so proud! turns out having an adopted sister isn't so bad for your racing career after all 😜. btw to everyone in the comments section getting their gears all tangled because I didn't congratulate him sooner, chill out. I was busy practicing my own racing skills. yk, just in case he needs some real competition 😴 sorry @.maxverstappen1. i’m so proud of you, i'm forever grateful that i got picked from the “bin” i was found according to you 18 years ago, and it resulted in me being your sister :) 👤: @.landonorris @.oscarpiastri

landonorris: thank you for the congratulations, but did you really have to use those photos of me?

-> thebetternorris: damn you got your congrats just be grateful man 🙄

oscarpiastri: so this is why lando was crying, btw thank you for using a good photo of me

-> thebetternorris: OSCAR ARE YOU SERIOUS. @.landonorris YOU CRIED?? LMFAOOO

-> landonorris: @.oscarpiastri YOU SNITCH.

maxverstappen1: thank goodness you’re not a f1 driver, you’d be some real competition. we need to try go karting together soon 👍🏼

-> thebetternorris: i know this is a joke but thank u max 😔 we should go karting soon so i can beat you at it 😈

-> username24: i would pay to see y/n kart against max

username25: i don't even know anything about f1 but this made me tear up

username26: y/n getting hate for not congratulating her brother is insane

username27: people getting mad about y/n not congratulating lando as if they know anything about them

username28: y/n was one of the first people to congratulate lando, yall are hating a literal kid for smth so little 💀

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may 7, 2024

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thebetternorris pov that one unemployed friend on a tuesday (saturday). thank you @.mles for the invite and for letting me meet the goat @.leomessi 🩷🩷

joyboy: finally found someone that is everywhere like me

-> thebetternorris: paris fashion week next 😉?

-> landonorris: NO???

username29: IS THAT LIONEL MESSI??

-> thebetternorris: that’s literally oomf what are you talking abt 🙄

ueername30: y/n is literally everywhere but home

username31: y/n's smile 🥰🥰

carlossainz55: Real Madrid CF>>>

-> thebetternorris: carlos get outta here 😕😕

username32: te encantaría ser un hombre nunca lo vas a ser y eso es lo que te jode (you’d love to be a man and you’ll never be a man and that fucks with you)

-> thebetternorris: @.username32 me encanta ser mujerrr (i love being a womann)

-> username32: @thebetternorris pues lo disimulas fatal (well you hide it well)

-> thebetternorris: @.username32 que es ser mujer para ti? (what is being a woman to you?)

-> username33: SHE GOT YOU THERE 💀@.username32

landonorris: you meeting messi before me insane 😔

leomessi: gracias por tu apoyo 🩷 que chistoso la caption 🤣 (thank you for your support 🩷 how funny the caption is)

-> landonorris: oh you’re joking.

-> thebetternorris: @.leomessi 🩷🩷 (i’m so normal abt this..)

username33: i wanna be y/n's camera man

username34: who is taking these pictures of y/n

-> thebetternorris: for this game, some guy named jarvis took these photos idk but we're homies now

-> landonorris: WHO IS JARVIS???

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june 5, 2024

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thebetternorris i look sunburnt, swear it's just the lights 👤: bustarhymes

bustarhymes: it was nice meeting you little norris

-> thebetternorris: it was great meeting you man, your music is great

danielriccardo: mate i think you need a new cameraman because most of these are blurry...

-> thebetternorris: my pictures look better than yours, you're letting your jealousy show

landonorris: nah bro how did you meet busta rhymes before me.

-> thebetternorris: because i'm better than you

username35: you dead ass look like han jisung omg

-> thebetternorris: thank you, idk who that is but i get that a lot 😭

username34: y/n looks so much like young miko it’s insane

charles_leclerc: you look scary in the first picture

-> thebetternorris: i saw your paparazzi picture from the beach, your shoulders look scarier, learn how to put on sunscreen 😬

username36: y/n’s style is so 🥰

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june 30, 2024

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thebetternorris back at the big apple 🍎🏙️

itsyoungmiko: hi twinn

-> thebetternorris: hey twin, we should meet up soon

lancestroll: how do you travel everywhere?

-> thebetternorris: walking and hitchhiking

-> lancestroll: hitchhiking? be safe norris

-> thebetternorris: yea hitchhiking. not all of us have private planes that our daddy pays for🙄(just joking, love u @lawerence_stroll pls give me money)

-> lancestroll: your brother literally flies private. please don't ask my dad for money 😭

lawerence_stroll: hello y/n, how much money do you need?

-> thebetternorris: HI MR.STROLL, thank you for the offer I was just joking, you're so nice. see you at the next gp 😊

username37: who is that on the last photo?

-> thebetternorris: THATS ME. LMFAOOO

username38: ain't no way you're in new york city rn, you were in florida a day ago.

-> thebetternorris: that's what hitchhiking is for, duh

-> username38: you dead ass hitchhiked a ride from florida to new york city. that's like 20 hours...

-> thebetternorris: “that’s like 20 hours…” ☝🏼🤓

username39: are you gonna go to the british gp?

-> thebetternorris: yes sadly 💔 lando is forcing me against my will 😕

oscarpiastri: don’t forget my keychain pls

-> thebetternorris: ofc man ill give it to you soon 🤙

zhouguanyu24: very cool pictures y/n and cool outfit

-> thebetternorris: HI ZHOUUU, i got you something for you and sweet corn 🥰 thank u for the compliment 😙

username40: future mom lore is gonna go insane

-> thebetternorris: 😈

landonorris: y/n are you ever not in the US. come back home..

-> thebetternorris: USA 🇺🇸🦅🦅

-> logansargeant: USA USA 🇺🇸🦅🦅

-> landonorris: @.logansargeant logan please don’t lure my sister into your cult that you americans have

-> logansargeant: @.landonorris we don’t have a cult in america 😭 well… don’t quote me on that 😔

-> username41: “you americans” is crazy 💀

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july 1, 2024

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[8:09 pm]

(cw: f!reader)

The car rumbled down the street, a cold silence filled the car. You started out the passenger window while husband!Renjun looked at you from the corner of his eye.

It had been a rough afternoon for the two of you. Renjun failed to tell you about a huge gala he had for work that night even though you had already both agreed to celebrate your wedding anniversary tonight. Your anniversary celebration that had already rescheduled since Renjun would be out of town. You knew this wasn’t his fault exactly, he couldn’t control when he had to leave for work but the idea of spending your first wedding anniversary alone didn’t feel nice.

The gala though, that was his fault entirely. He swore he told you but there were no texts, emails, and nothing in the calendar you both kept up to date. Not to mention that he had told you it was black tie with only 3 hours until he had to be there.

You had wasted half an hour of that time arguing, another hour and a half getting ready and the last hour walking around department stores and boutiques looking for a dress that fit the dress code. And Renjun had been a major pain in your ass the entire time!

He would excitedly tell you found something and when you turned he would be holding a bright, gaudy dress with entirely too many ruffles. He did that countless times and each time you fell for it. You were already annoyed that he had waited until the last second, annoyed that the reservations you had planned were now useless, and annoyed that you had to spend your honorary wedding anniversary shmoozing Renjun’s coworkers.

He tried to make you laugh, tried to compliment you, talk to you like everything was ok but you wouldn’t budge! He sighed, fingers tapping at the steering wheel nervously, “you really do look beautiful. That dress fits you perfectly.”

You huffed like a grumpy child, “no, it doesn’t. It’s too long and the chest is too big.”

“Well, I can’t tell, you look gorgeous.”

“Another thing you don’t pay attention to,” you murmur under your breath.

Renjun sighs, pulling into the front of the venue and sliding out of the car to give the keys to the valet. The valet gets to your door before he can, but he can feel his nerves calm when you hook your arm through his. He tried to help you fix the skirt of your dress but you swatted his hands away.

He groaned under his breath, fine, if you wanted to be petty, he could be even more petty. He knew he messed up, but geez woman! How many time were you going to make him apologize?!

He straightened out his bow tie and entered the venue with you on his arm. He smiled at one of his bosses and walked over, “Mr. Lim! So good to see you again! I don’t know if you remember but this is my darling wife.” His hand squeezed your waist as he drawled out the word “darling.” You smiled and introduced yourself to the older man, standing by as the ever interested wife as they both made small talk.

Every introduction that followed was the same. You were Renjun’s beloved wife, his dear wife, his sweet wife, the wife he adored and with every introduction you felt the genuine disappointment from earlier melt into mild, playful annoyance.

After Renjun had had enough of introductions and led the two of you to your seats you finally took the bait. “I know what you’re doing Mr. Huang, just because you describe me with all these cute little adjectives doesn’t mean you’re forgiven.”

Renjun hides a smile from behind the rim of his glass, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh! This is my precious wife who I love with my whole heart and soul, do you remember her?” You mimic in a low growl.

Renjun laughs brightly, “I don’t sound like that! And I didn’t gush about you like that.”

“You basically did. Now everyone here knows who wears the pants in this marriage.”

Renjun grabs your hands and waits for you to look at him. When you do you find his gaze soft and apologetic, “I really am sorry. It completely slipped my mind and in the future I will absolutely stay on top of keeping you informed. Can you find it in that big, beautiful heart of yours to forgive me?”

You fiddled with the wedding band on his ring finger, “I’m more annoyed that you kept pulling hideous dresses when we didn’t have a lot of time to get here.”

“I will never, and I mean never, give you fake fashion advice again.”

“Well, I’m sorry for throwing a fit about it too. I accept your apology, my favorite husband.”

“Hey! I’m your only husband. Forever.”

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Enchanted — OP81 [introduction]

Summary: After being forced of moving mid-year of school, the least thing you expected was getting a crush in a cute boy who loves karting and actually being corresponded. I mean, you have always wanted to have a romance like the books but forgot all the struggles and challenges that comes with it.

Pairing: Teen!Oscar Piastri x Teen!Reader

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Warnings: period shaming, bullying, reader has some questionable thoughts and self-contempt, animal abuse (no details). mostly narration.

Author note: This is my very first work ever, please be nice and reblog if you liked it!

Everything felt very surreal. You can feel your eyes stinging, fighting not to let out those tears that you had been holding in since before you left the house.

There wasn't much traffic, but you weren't sure if that was a good thing or if you just wanted to delay the impossible. You knew it was necessary but couldn't help feeling guilty for your parents for having to move across the country and leave everything they knew behind. Your father had lived his entire life working and building his company from scratch and thanks to endless nights, you and your mother were just beginning to see the fruits of his hard work, of course, before all the shitshow happened. Your parents had done everything they could to make you understand that their anger was not your fault and not directed towards you, it was actually the opposite, but you couldn't help feeling resentful and like a freaking failure.

You played with the apps on your phone in a failed attempt to distract yourself but couldn't help to grimace when you opened the Instagram app and saw your now private profile. You followed some famous people but you only had 10 followers as all the others were deleted by your mother.

''I'm sorry for making you move and leave everything behind. Dad, the company...''

''Honey, no. Stop it!'' your father replied after lowering the volume of the radio while your mother, who was in the passenger seat next to him, turned around with a look of concern. ''We already talked about it, you're not guilty of what happened and we're not angry at you. We should have protected you and been there for you but we realized it too late but I promise you that we are going to leave all this in the past and although you don't want to believe it now, we love you and we always will.'' She was right, you couldn't believe her. Your mind was going down a somewhat dark path and you were sure that if your mother had even the slightest idea of what was going on in your head, she wouldn't hesitate to send you to a psychologist. ''Plus, you will love the new house! It has a beautiful patio and a pool where you can practice in case you want to join the swimming team at your new school.’’ She told you slightly excited, trying to pass on the feeling to you but you didn't have the heart to tell her that it wouldn't be possible, so you just nodded and looked out the window again.

You could feel your mother's gaze on you, perhaps waiting for an answer or even a smile but you didn't have the energy to do it or even fake it.

You had become what they call a ''bookworm''. Despite having access to technology and internet, you had developed a great love and appreciation for physical books and the smell of a new book excited you more than what is perhaps ''normal'' but thanks to the fact that apparently not many people shared the sentiment, the library was empty most of the time (at least the one located in the junior wing of the school, you didn't know about the one in the senior wing, but you have heard that it has like three floors and a private cafeteria).

You were reading one of your favorite books again and even though you practically knew the story by heart, you couldn’t stop laughing and feeling your heart flutter at the thought of how it would feel to be loved like that. Would you ever be able to find someone who would love and admire you just for being you? Just for existing? You had a love/hate thing for romance books. You read about how the characters were loved, cared for, how they could let go and turn their brains off to just…be. Exist. You knew you had just turned 14 and that according to your parents and the logical part of your brain, you have a whole life waiting ahead of you, but you can’t imagine that someone could love you like that. You couldn’t even make friends, how the hell are you going out to dates? No idea, but you didn’t want to think about it and fall down that rabbit hole. You turned the page, excited as you were only about 10 pages away from your favorite part but decided to leave it for later to read in the comfort of your room.

The alarm distracted you from your book and with it, you knew that you only had 10 minutes left of lunch (you weren't a big fan of the cafeteria, lots of people and noise so the library was always a good choice) and that you had to go to the biology lab, not forgetting to stop by your locker to look for the essay that you have to hand in today. When you reached for your backpack, you felt a strange tug in your stomach that you didn't know how to describe, you had never felt anything like it before, so you were quite confused, but you ignored it since you knew you didn't have much time left.

Then you saw him. A boy your age was entering the library but you turned around facing away from him, so he was unable see you. You barely saw him for a few seconds but boy, was he cute. Is this what you always read about? You didn't even know the boy's name, but you noticed his short brown hair, his rosy cheeks and how tall he was. Was this your first crush? It’s dumb! You watched him for a few seconds but apparently that was enough to make you fantasize what it would be like to talk to him or what his name would be, if he was nice or a jerk like the rest of the boys in your class (which would be a bummer). All of the other girls in your class have no problem talking to boys or making friends in general but here you are, covering your face with your hair so the cute boy you saw for two seconds doesn’t notice your presence.

You walked out of the library with your coat hanging on your backpack, it wasn’t cold so you didn’t need it at the moment. You had 5 minutes before Biology started so you headed to your locker and you always walked close to the walls, that way you drew as little attention as possible. Apparently, old habits die hard. Up until now, you had done a pretty good job of being a regular girl and not drawing attention to yourself. The girls in your class dangerously reminded you of the girl responsible for you having to move and change schools mid-year and the boys in your class are jerks, is the best way you can describe them. There was no way you wanted to run into any of them. You wake up, go to school, go home, do your homework and then go to bed. Same routine, every day. You watched on social media as your other classmates went out, had fun, went to the mall, bought makeup and clothes, posted photos and videos in groups, laughing, and as much as you wished you didn't care, you felt envious. Why can't you be like that? Why do you have to be the little weirdo who always goes unnoticed, and no one pays attention to?

You had to take one more turn to get to your locker when you heard giggles behind you. You turned your head slightly and saw two boys who were a grade above pointing at you and laughing; your chest started to hurt and you felt like there wasn't enough air to breathe. Anxiety, you felt anxious. You ran to your locker as the laughter intensified behind you and you just knew that you were the reason for it. Suddenly, you felt that same tug at the bottom of your belly.

''Oh no, no, no, please don't...'' you whispered almost on the verge of tears. You felt something hit your head and then fall to the ground. You wanted to die when you looked down and saw a sanitary pad that someone had thrown at your head which made the laughter louder.

''Oh no, the weirdo is bleeding out! I hope she has another skirt because yikes.''

''Hey! You're staining the floor, how fucking disgusting!''

''If I was the janitor, I'd make her clean it up. How disgusting.''

''Hey, honestly, how did you not notice? Didn't you feel your vagina wet or smelly or shit? Fuck, I have to get my book, but my locker is next to hers, imagine if it smells. That will be so gross!''

''In case you prefer to put things inside rather than a pad, weirdo'' Someone had thrown two tampons at your head, one of which had gotten tangled in your curls. At this point, you were already sobbing, not being able to hold back the tears and humiliated, all the while you were still turning your back on everyone with the locker open, with fear and shame eating you away.

Suddenly, you felt someone's presence which brought you out of the little dazed status.

''Honey, come on, I'm going to take you to the infirmary. Come on, you're okay, let's go.'' You could tell by the softness of the voice that it was a woman. She was the school's duty nurse. Apparently, someone was kind enough to call her while the others were scoffing. You let yourself be guide towards the infirmary and could distantly hear the nurse demanding them to stop laughing. At this point, you didn't care anymore, you just wanted to get to your bed and cry, that's all.

5 Months Later

You were in the south courtyard of the school, the farthest of all, with your third sketchbook finishing what would be your second attempt at drawing your mother. It would soon be her birthday and although you had already bought her a gift at the mall, you wanted to give her something that only you could do. Besides, she was the number 1 fan of your drawings and she bragged to her friends that her daughter was a great artist. Sometimes it embarrassed you but at the same time you felt good knowing that you had someone on your side, supporting you. With each stroke, you felt your confidence increase and, you had even opened an Instagram’s account for your drawings, and you felt good knowing that there were people who recognized your talent and encouraged you to continue learning, even if they were strangers. Maybe you were not totally alone.

You felt stuck. You couldn’t draw the hands, and with each attempt you only felt like you were screwing up more. Before you got more frustrated, you decided to take a break and continue in the comfort of your bed after eating. When you were about to start packing your things, your notebook fell open right on the last page that always made you blush. The boy from the library, who you now know also plays on the school soccer team (not that you’re stalking him at all) was looking back at you in an unfinished drawing in your sketchbook. You had only seen him passing by the halls and you couldn’t admit out loud that you unconsciously tried to match your schedule with his, like when he had his sports class. Oscar, that was his name, and you knew it thanks to the fact that he was apparently the star in the games and his name was always shouted by the people in the audience. Apart from seeing him in sports class, you didn't get the chance to see him much since he was in a grade above yours.

It was Tuesday, 3:40 PM according to the alarm you had set. School had ended 10 minutes ago but the alarm reminded you that in 5 minutes the soccer practice, Oscar's soccer practice, would start. Pathetic? Yes, but it wasn't a crime to want to appreciate your crush from afar, right?

Before you could leave the courtyard, you saw out of the corner of your eye a cardboard box which was dirty and you swore that it moved for a second. It looked like trash, but it couldn't be since the school has a zero-tolerance policy regarding that and you can literally end up suspended for throwing trash outside the trash bin. They were really strict about that. You approached it with some caution and jumped a little in shock when you saw that it did move and that it wasn't part of your imagination. Your heart stopped when you heard a small sound...a kitten? You approached more confidently, and your heart skipped a beat when you saw that the box didn't have any holes in it and was in fact sealed with many pieces of tape.

In a hurry, you threw your backpack on the floor and took out your scissors to cut the tape. You could feel the adrenaline and fear of what you might find inside if it turned out to be exactly what you thought but still, you carefully but firmly cut the tape. If they turned out to be kittens, you were going to start crying. You took a deep breath and opened it, feeling your eyes water. There were 4 kittens that looked like they couldn't be more than a few weeks old. One was completely white; another was almost completely black but with a few white spots while the last two were a combination of orange and white. One of the orange kittens, unlike its siblings, wasn't meowing and was just lying there barely breathing. You felt your heart break. They looked cold and hungry, so tiny and defenseless. You have always been a cat person, kittens being your weak point. Quickly, you grabbed your backpack, hooking it on your shoulders so you could carry the box without dropping it and you couldn’t run but did your best to walk fast. When you got to the school gate, you called your mom to come pick you up telling her about the box you found and that you wanted to take them to the vet. Your mom knew there was no way you were going to leave them abandoned after finding them so after 10 minutes you were already on your way to the vet with four beautiful kittens with you.

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Your Instagram account dedicated to your drawings has gained 1,000 followers, which was a great achievement for you, but you decided to take that opportunity to post that you had 3 kittens up for adoption. It destroyed you knowing that you couldn't keep the 4 kittens, but your parents had already let you keep Cotton (cliche because the kitten was completely white, you knew it, but you didn't care).

You were appalled while looking at your notifications. Oscar. Yes, that Oscar was messaging you and after checking a little more you realized that he had been following you for a while and you hadn't even noticed. You could feel your cheeks turning red, but you took a breath and remembered that he was only doing that because he wanted to adopt a kitten, you were of zero importance.

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A few weeks ago I found a box sealed with tape that contained 4 kittens inside. It's obvious that the intention of whoever put them there was for them not to survive but I found them just in time. Sadly, I can only keep one, which is why I am giving up the other 3 for adoption! They are so cute and playful.

If you're interested, write me.

P.S. These kittens are my life so if you give me weird vibes, I won't give you one lol

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Radio Check: As mentioned above, this is just the first part of what I hope will be a series telling Oscar x Reade's story. If you'd like to be tagged, let me know! Please Reblog and like!

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Naoya's reaction when y/n's thighs expand 3 times its size when she sits down. For my girlie's that have thick thighs 🙏🙏 plus me. Serious insecurity but damn wouldn't that be Naoya's 2nd favourite thing after tiddies. Definitely would give some criticism that y/n don't exercise enough and that's why her thighs are like that,but would br also smother his face between her thighs? Yes

Hello anon!!

Ngl when I first read this ask (the beginning) I was like HUH? But then I read the rest and was like ugh same. I kind of relate to what you feel, that plus chafing and what not 💀

ANYWAYS I hope you enjoy this debauched piece. :) ehehehe dunno what was going through my head but I liked it.

warnings: NSFW. THOUGH NOT DETAILED, THERE'S SMUT. MINORS DNI. Naoya and the Zen'in are perverts, some more explicit than others. Also misogynistic views, unwanted commentary about bodies.

Happy reading!

You know what I was thinking?

Naoya being so obsessed with your body, that the moment he sees you he doesn’t even bother to make formal introductions or anything; nope.

He just needed to see you sit down one time, one time, unwittingly getting a very detailed look of how your thighs just become bigger underneath your skirt, alongside the adorably cute way you attempted to tug the edge down to avoid revealing too much (Naoya had seen more than enough at that point, of course he did.) and that was it for him to know you’d be the perfect wife.

So, fast forward a few weeks, after making the right arrangements, you’re effectively married to him, “happily” living in the Zen’in estate, where he can keep an eye on you, close to whenever he might need to make use of your wifely commitments—but most importantly, underneath constant scrutiny that not even your role as future Lady of the House could save you from.

The torments you’re subjected to here aren’t ones you haven’t heard before, in fact, you’ve heard enough of them to not care anymore…

But perhaps being married to Naoya, something that many cautioned would probably never happen due to your appearance, was enough to finally make them hurt.

His family just couldn’t… wrap their mind around the fact that from all women in the world, literally anyone else, he chose you: the epitome of laziness as they’d like to say. The sheer example of not being able to control one’s selfish desires in favor of temporary satisfaction.

In a world where thinner, athletic physiques were encouraged, you sure stood out like a sore thumb.

It wasn’t your fault, though. Some people were simply born that way, with different genetics and there was nothing wrong with that.

But to them, that was not enough of an excuse, if there ever was one; and once you heard for the last time how Naoya was simply tolerating you because, well, because of some unknown reason, you had enough.

You were tired of constantly hearing them belittling your worth, comparing you to whichever woman they brought along to hopefully convince Naoya into divorcing you—or at least sow his seeds on a more suitable candidate; a fact made worse when he seemingly didn’t put a resistance to their invitations, chipping away at your confidence.

And above all, you were exhausted of unwittingly highlighting the faults in your relationship, the clear signs that Naoya was never truly happy with you, such as those scarce moments of intimacy the two shared. Those that you didn’t think much of, outside of fear and pain, for he never struck you to be the kind, patient lover (and he wasn’t).

But now that these issues were highlighted… you could only feel sorrowful.

Naoya, while insatiable when it comes to lust, seemed to have only spent the night with you for political reasons. To fulfill his duty of securing the future of the Zen’in—not because he ever harbored desire for you.

Yet, why did you even expect otherwise? For he too demeaned you with cruel commentaries, and with the one thing you were mostly self-conscious about…

“You know, your thighs wouldn’t be that big if you actually worked out or something…”

“Don’t wear that. I don’t want you to show your legs—it’s already unbefitting a woman, but in your case… well, it’s only necessary.”

That was more than enough to finally push you to the edge and do the one thing many were constantly pestering you about: not to eat. Though in your defense, it’s not like you felt like doing so anyways, the voices and faces of those that hurt you were quick to put you back in your place if you even did as little as consider it, ruining your appetite.

And you managed to keep this way for a few days, at least until you began to grow sick, tired, unable to tend to your duties as you did before, which did not escape your staff’s attention, and subsequently, Naoya’s.

“What the fuck is wrong with you??” Naoya would exclaim first thing upon returning from a mission; tired. The last thing he wanted to do was deal with the complaints of your lacking commitment, the only goddamn thing you had to do around the estate. “To go ahead and cause problems to my family, taint my name—have you got no shame?!”

“I didn’t mean to…” you murmur, yourself tired as well, due for other reasons, made worse by Naoya’s reproach.

“Then do you mind explaining what the hell were you thinking? What were you planning to do? Get my attention??” He frowns. “Dramatic, but what else could I expect from a woman like you?”

“Please, Naoya… I don’t feel like arguing…”

“No, of course not. You don’t feel like doing anything, do you? Not even eating!” He remarked. “What? Trying to lose some weight, now? Is that what’s gotten into your mind?”

You remain silent, giving him enough of an answer. He laughs.

“So it is that!” He boasts. “I can’t believe it, Y/N! I didn’t think you’d be so stupid to actually do that!”

“Leave me alone…” you whisper, tears beginning to pool around your eyes.

“To what? Puke your guts out, now? Don’t be stupid!” Naoya continues to jest. “I knew women were desperate, but I didn’t think you’d break the mold!”

His words, perhaps out of your already brewing insecurities, or simply because you’ve grown tired of his mockery, wash you over with an unprecedented wave of anger, dropping your heart to the pit of your stomach as you sharply turn around, ready to take a stand for yourself once and for all.

“And why do you care so much, hm, Naoya?!” You cry. “Weren’t you also one of those that always bothered me about my weight? About how embarrassing I am to your name simply because of the way I look?!”

He flinches, startled by your reaction at first, but soon angered by it as well.

“I won’t tolerate your disrespect—” he frowns, yet you don’t let him continue.

“You even ask me to cover myself up!” you gasp. “You’re so—you’re so disgusted by how I look that you—you wouldn’t mind if I spent the rest of my life locked away so you won’t ever have to see—”

“Do you hear yourself?” Naoya seethes, taking your hand and pulling you to him with such strength that instantly startles you, making you squirm in reaction, trying to move away but he keeps you still, understanding you’ve officially made him furious. “Do you hear the stupidities you’re spewing?!”

“Leave—leave me alone.” You whimper, tears sliding down your cheeks. “You’re hurting me!”

“I ought to hurt you more for insulting me!”

“Insulting… you?” you repeat, confused. “How was this insulting to you?!”

“You think I’d let you walk around the estate like a whore? Let you display what’s mine?!”

“Naoya, you’re not—you’re not making any sense.” You respond, shame settling in your heart. “If you’re going to make fun of me—!”

“You’re fucking stupid, did you know that?” Is all that he says before pushing you against the wall, making you whimper when roughly hitting the wooden pillar behind, a noise that is quickly shut by his lips landing on yours, wasting no time for his tongue to battle yours, subduing you. “So fucking stupid…”

He’d murmur, you moan.

“Na—Naoya—” you breathe, torn apart by his desire and your confusion. Didn’t he… dislike you? “St—stop!”

“What is it that you wanted me to do? Stand aside as my family ogles at you?!”

“Don’t you mean—don’t you mean scrutinize?!” you gasp, flinching when his lips move from yours, down to your jaw, then neck… “Stop—stop mocking me!”

“I should feel offended by your stupidity, if anything.” He responds, pulling away from you to take a good look into your teary eyes—as if trying to assess if you really declared such atrocity, or if it was work of his own anguished mind. “Your blindness to acknowledge what I truly think of you.”

“They—they hate me.” You tremble, why would he want you to remember such an awful thing? “You hate me—”

“No, Y/N.” Naoya groans, pressing closer to you while taking your hand once more to move it down to his groin where his hardening cock was in full display for you to feel, destroying the perceptions you had of everything around you—around him. “This is what you make them feel— what you make me feel!”

“Nao—Naoya—” you tremble, trying to move away your hand from his growing length, intimidated that he somehow felt even bigger underneath your palm; giving the impression his desire for you right now was much stronger than any other instances. But… how? Or more likely, Why? “I don’t—I don’t get it—!”

“Do you really think I’d be blind to the way they stare at you? To their futile attempts of bringing you down, of changing you, just so they’d stop thinking what your skin feels like underneath their fingertips—or how sweet your cunt tastes like?” Naoya breathed, continuing to rub your hand against his cock, desperate to let you know how much he needs his release—how he wants to throw this senseless discussion away…

But not without declaring his upper hand, the one he always had with his family, of course. “But they can’t” He smirks. “The moment I saw you, I knew you’d be the perfect wife, the perfect mother for my children.”

The thought of harboring such desire from Naoya made your cunt tighten, the same way his cock twitches.

“They’re just jealous I got to you first.” He continues. “That I was able to see your worth just by your wide hips and ample bosom—you’re the epitome of femininity… but even better—

You’re all mine.”

“But you—but you said horrible things to me—” you cry, his lascivious words still not enough to remove the pain from those awful moments. “Why…?”

“Aw, my love.” Naoya chuckles, cupping your face with his hands and squeezing it so softly, making you pout, a face he always loved to incite from you, amongst others. “I just can’t help it; your reactions are so adorable; you simply make it too easy.”

His hands then travel down to the edges of your skirt, lifting your kimono just enough to reveal your smooth legs to him, the same ones he always had touch and kneed whenever you were close, the mere sight of them enough to make him further spiral into his desire—

If not anger when seeing the flimsy piece of cloth covering your cunt, fingers quick to grab the edge and rip it apart, letting out a quick gasp from your mouth.

“How many times have I told you to stop wearing these stupidities?!” He hisses. “You know damn well than to go against the words of your own husband!”

“But you—you hadn’t touched me.” You fret. “Since that night, we… you hadn’t—I didn’t think it was necessary.”

“You truly couldn’t be any dumber, could you? Just because I’ve been busy does that mean you can go on and disobey my words?” Naoya accuses with a jesting tone that serves to place the direction of his following actions. “My lovely wife is really that naive… luckily for you, I’m the one in charge of doing all the thinking, while you—you just have to stay like this, ready for me…

To take my cock like the good whore of a wife you are, with that lewd body of yours that is only mine. Exclaiming for me to give you a baby, make you a mother, make your hips wider, your breasts bigger, filled milk—”

And the way your body tightens against him, letting out a moan when his hands parted your legs, guiding his cock onto your dampened slit and gently pushed the head into you, let’s him know this desire has settled in the back of your mind for quite some time, but never revealed itself by the stupidities of his own family, his too undeniably.

But after these agonizing days away from you, forced so by his job, if not those insignificant whores his family brought in an attempt to push him away from you, failing to do so for he quickly discarded them as soon as they crossed his sight…

He’ll never let the opportunity to claim you pass again.

Naoya will do whatever necessary to drill that idea into that little, pathetic mind of yours, even if it means fucking you in the middle of the hallway, where all servants and relatives alike would be able to hear his message loud and clear.

The reality they could only dream of in their most desperate moments—but to him, it was only a matter of taking.

“Naoya—Naoya please—not here.” You whimper, your husband had effectively forced you onto the ground and made you take his cock, either from behind, hands and knees on the wooden floor as he teased and kneaded your ass and hips; he was an avid enjoyed of many positions, but this one had to be one of his favorite ones. To see your skin bounce whenever his hips slammed into you, savoring the way your lewd cunt swallowed him whole, down to the base, with no intentions of letting go, regardless of what you said, it was surprising he still had some restraint. “Please—they’re—they’re going to see!”

“Let them.” Naoya moans, the thought of being caught sends a shiver through his spine; and while it’s not something he necessarily advocated for, the constant, tiring need to be proving his authority over you is what forced him to do so. You might as well play along. “Let them hear how tight your cunt is around my cock! How only I can make you come undone like this—”

“N—No—I don’t—I don’t want…!” you whimper, but even when he changed positions, having you on top of him, giving him sight of the breasts he couldn’t wait to see grow when you’re inevitably pregnant, you still do not stop jumping on his cock, moving your hips up and down alongside his, clenching whenever hitting that sensitive spot that always had you seeing stars. “I don’t want to cum—!”

“Then maybe—Maybe you shouldn’t have this lewd body.” Naoya moans, truly believing that he would never be able to stop himself from using every inch of your body for his own pleasure—from fucking his cock between your soft thighs and boobs, admiring the way they completely cover his cock, drowning it in a combination of softness and his own seed, barely able to see where the tip of his head was…

To relieve that same sensation with his own face, asking you—no, demanding you to smother him with your thighs, a sensation that has him thinking if he were to die this way, cock hard, eased by your soft licks and moans, while deep in the sweet taste of your cunt, he wouldn’t mind it, not one bit.

In fact, he hopes that’s the way he goes.

But he’s in no rush to avoid enjoying the present, the warmth of your body besides him when the two eventually stop, careless to acknowledge if they ever gathered an audience, certainly so when Naoya’s mind was firmly set in getting you pregnant, as heard by his following words.

“I’ll see you tonight.” He declares. “It’s about time you give me a heir.”

And you do nothing but oblige, though you doubted all the cum nestled inside your cervix hadn’t done the job already.

“Naoya, you’re—oh!” You gasp when instead of waiting for you to stand up to properly greet him, he lowers down to your level, taking a seat before eventually resting his head over your lap, taking a deep sigh and resting for the first time after a long week of work. “Is… everything alright?”

In fact, you relished the idea. If it meant getting this side of Naoya’s desire, attention you didn’t think to be deserving of, or even capable of obtaining…. Then you were nothing but obedient.

“I’m tired.” He responds, adjusting himself into an even better position and sighing once more. “I don’t want to talk.”

So, you don’t, preferring instead to softly caress his head, moving some of his silky black threads away from his face and letting him relax, enough to dive into the beginnings of his slumber, but not before clearing his mind from one doubt.

“Our baby—”

“He’s fine.” You murmur, placing your hand over your stomach. It’s still very early during the pregnancy to know so, and yet, there was something about you that just made it so obvious that you were carrying a life inside you—

Perhaps it was the way you glowed, or how you became softer with him ever since it was first announced.

Though the latter was mostly the fact that you started to feel… wanted by your husband, a kind of desire that while far from perfect, was enough for you to change your perspective of this marriage, allowing you to open up to him, mostly so when Naoya now defended you from those unwanted comments from his family.

You’re carrying the future of the Zen’in, after all, some decorum must be maintained.

Yet something tells you his changed demeaner ran far deeper than what Naoya wanted to reveal. «All in due time» you suppose.

“I love you, and our baby too.” You say, instinctively taken by this calm moment of domesticity with your loving husband, not expecting a response considering his somewhat cold nature—only to be proven wrong when he turns around to see you, silently placing his gaze on yours in such way that initially makes you think you might’ve ruined this moment, just for him to pull you closer to him, taking your lips in a soft, quick kiss before returning to your lap, closing his eyes and sleeping.

He may not have said it, but the sentiment was the same, and that was enough for you to be happy.

Naoya is still a jerk, but I like to think he eventually got to genuinely care about you. Also, he got real lucky that one time he thought with his dick, imagine if you were a piece of shit too? NAH He'd lose it. He got real lucky that you were nice, I tell you...

Also, I'm still with the pregnancy stuff :) sorrynotsorry.

OH! and also!! It's safe to say that the things Naoya said are NOT a reflection of what I think!! Everybody is beautiful and deserving of love, no matter what body type ❤️

Now, thank you so much for sending this niche ask... I gotta say, I have been thinking about it since I do relate to it............... but I try to keep my work pretty open-ended so anyone can relate :) Still, if there's something you'd like me to write a bit more detailed, just let me know! I'll be sure to try my best tho, some I might reject if I don't feel like I know much about the matter....

Anyways, thank you so much for this ask ❤️ take care, and hope to see you soon ❤️

[maleyanderecafe]

The Menhara Rabbit and the Yandere Wolf (Manga)

Created by: Hayu Shiori

Genre: Romance

@erednayy translated a whole entire thing for this one, so this is going to be a long journey of typesetting. I was a little skeptical of it mostly because I'm not super as into the older manga style, but it actually is a pretty good time and the development of the relationship between the yandere and the main character, Tsumugi and Itoshi is actually pretty interesting, as it shows the struggles and happiness of their relationship as a whole. On the first day we'll also be just dumping the first volume on everyone like a late Christmas gift. If you like our stuff, please donate to us on Ko-fi for more yandere stuff.

The story starts out quickly with Tsumugi looking through her boyfriend's phone before her boyfriend, Shouma, finally breaks up with her and kicks her out. Tsumugi begs for his forgiveness, with Shouma complaining about her menhara tendencies: being too emotionally intense, clingy and otherwise hard to deal with. We see that the reason she developed into a menhara was due to her first boyfriend, who confessed and then pretty much immediately dumped her for another girl, causing her to become extremely anxious over her future boyfriend's feelings and being more of a doormat to please them. Shouma attempts to beat Tsumugi for everything she's done, but she is saved by her neighbor, Itoshi, and brings her to his room to give her some clothes (as she was kicked out in only her undergarments). After some introductions, Itoshi comforts Tsumugi for what happened with her ex-boyfriend, telling her it's not her fault for the situation, even stating that he would be happy to have such a cute girlfriend as Tsumugi. Tsumugi, misinterprets this kindness as flirting and tries to kiss him, but Itoshi pushes her away. This causes Tsumugi to lash out at Itoshi for being kind to her and begging him to stay as she's incredibly scared of being lonely after being broken up with. Itoshi is able to comfort and Tsumugi, as she cries, eventually falling asleep. It's then that Itoshi reveals his yandere tendencies, taking a picture of her as she sleeps and promising to make her happy, no matter what. Upon waking up, Tsumugi finds out pretty quickly that Itoshi has been stalking her, as his phone has photos of her and her password is based off her birthday. She freaks out and starts to spiral believing that she can never be loved and that her failed relationships are all her fault. Despite finding out that he's her stalker, she still wants to be with him as he accepted all of her flaws. We get a flashback of Itoshi's point of view, seeing him get dumped by an ex for being too stalker like in front of Tsumugi's apartment. Here she comforts him and he falls for her. As a neighbor, he can hear her and Shouma's arguments and love making and due to this he becomes more and more obsessed over her. Itoshi after finding Tsumugi promises to delete all of his photos though Tsumugi stops him and realizes how similar they are, both being people who go too far and don't feel like they're loved. The two of them kiss, though the latest chapter ends with Itoshi crying and trying to strangle Tsumugi.

I have actually done the typesetting for a couple of the chapters as of current, so although it's not fully translated on our end there's a lot of things that happen even past the first volumethat are pretty interesting. I will try to refrain from direct spoilers, but I will say that the relationship between Itoshi and Tsumugi develops relatively quickly which is pretty surprising, since many yandere stories take a while before the couple gets together (see stories like My Yandere Neighbour for example). It's also really cool to see Tsumugi recognize and understand certain behaviors that Itoshi has as they are things that she herself had to deal with in her previous relationships and improve herself because of Itoshi. It's also incredibly fast how Tsumugi finds out that Itoshi is a yandere, literally two chapters in and the reasoning for why she accepts him is pretty solid the more we learn about her background and menhara tendencies.

In terms of yandere, what we see so far is pretty light, implying that Itoshi has been watching Tsumugi for a while, likely because they are neighbors, making it pretty easy for him to track where she's going. He's also pretty protective, immediately going to protect Tsumugi after being kicked out and almost calling the police on Shouma (at least until Tsumugi prevents that from happening). I can see Itoshi more as a bit emotional, as he seems to show a lot of expression and feelings towards Tsumugi even when not showing off his yandere form, as well as maybe a bit childish considering his reactions, though mature enough to know not to take advantage of Tsumugi's emotional vulnerability after she broke up (because boy would a lot of yanderes jump at that chance immediately). It does make me curious why he does that though, so he's probably much more of an respectful yandere (for lack of a better term) than we'd initially think, because again, a lot of yanderes would have just jumped at the opportunity to become their obsession's lover. Even past this, we later do see Itoshi become very possessive and jealous when it comes to Tsumugi later down the line and he can be protective over her as well, though compared to many other yanderes he's a lot more kinder and the couple strikes a good balance.

Personally, because of How to Train Your Handsome but Overbearing Boyfriend, I actually have taken a liking to yandere and menhara couplings since they work really well in terms of their desires. Menharas desire attention and yanderes love to give unlimited undivided attention to the person they love, so I think that this relationship will be similar where while they might run into some troubles, the two of their desires match up pretty well. Whether or not this will be some balance of unhealthy and healthy or just plain unhealthy is yet to be seen, but I think either way, I think that the story would be really fun to read and explore either or even both ideas.

Overall, a pretty good start to a manga series. This one is pretty lengthy actually, spanning around 14 volumes, so I'm sure there will be many situations for these two to get into and be able to properly develop their relationship.

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Hear me out…

Jaden getting addicted to reader’s smile as she becomes his own addiction

Smile Struck Introduction

pairing: yandere! Hood Drug Dealer Jaden 💸 x Fem Reader

summary : meeting of course, its a little long but enjoy n give feedback! I love Jaden omg

warnings: drugs will be involved in most of his stories… he’s a drug dealer duh! and cursing

Authors note : check out my oc profiles to learn more about jaden

Jaden liked to drive to clear his head. Of course, he could relax at home. But something about driving with no purpose other than to think and listen to music calmed him. There was no destination, that would ruin the relaxation. He just drove until he felt calm. He could think straight. Breathe easy. 

And he loved his car. He cared for it like it was his first and only child. He never let his car get dirty. Never missed an oil change. Hell, he never even let the gas go below a quarter of a tank. His car was just one of the things he was proud of. His career choice although illegal, he was proud of.

He always made sure his family was straight. He played it safe, he had little to no enemies, and his criminal record was clean. He also had respect. In his hood, people knew and respected him. He didn’t sell to kids, he didn’t go around starting fights, and he didn’t bring the cops snooping around in the area. 

It was a Monday night, people weren’t exactly blowing up his phone trying to get served, so he had time for his relaxing drive. As his drive neared its end he stopped at a nearby gas station. His car would attract attention of course, but nothing most folks weren’t used to. This was the inner city, with plenty of tricked-out cars. 

He wanted a pack of gum and a bottle of water. Also to fill his beloved car with premium gas. He loved to chew gum. Later you’d notice when you kissed him you could taste it. 

He hopped back on the highway to head home. He felt great. Things were good for him. Business was good. Life was good. His mom didn’t have to worry about much. That’s what mattered most to him. 

A smile on his face as he drove, was soon removed. He felt the powerful jolt of another car hitting his rear. He was a player but not too player for a seatbelt luckily. He was unharmed …. But his most prized possession was not. His jaw clenched as he unbuckled his seatbelt to get out of his car and assess the damage. Oh, and curse the other driver the fuck out! 

They were 100 percent at fault. They rear-ended him. He would never drive so recklessly not in his baby! When he stepped out of his car he was bombarded by you.

“OH MY GOD, ARE YOU OK??? IM SO FUCKING SORRY PLEASE DO NOT CALL THE POLICE!!!”, you screamed frantically with tears streaming down your face. In your disheveled state, you grabbed him, hands all over his chest checking for injuries. 

Wow, you were breathtaking even in tears and in shock. He had expected some ugly ass old man had hit his car. Not you, the most gorgeous woman he had seen in a while. He had to get on your good side. So instead of cursing you out as previously planned he grabbed your hands and held them to his chest, “I’m fine, are you ok? no cops sweetness I promise.”

“Oh hello, my goodness, yes I’m ok, but I’m sure my car isn’t, and I don’t even want to think about what I’ve done to yours.” You replied hands still in his against his chest.

“Don’t worry we’ll get it fixed, from the looks of it mine is still drivable… but yours … you should probably call your man to pick you up.” He was fishing, he hoped and prayed you didn’t have a man. And even if you did, no one he couldn’t get rid of.

“Uh no actually I don’t have a boyfriend, I’ll call my dad, he’s going to kill me …fuck.” With that realization, you began to sob. Cute, you were a little crybaby. 

“Shh shhh, I can drive you, and I can get it towed I know a guy it’s free.” He cooed; he already didn’t like to see you cry. Especially if he could fix it. He had tons of connections, none with a tow truck though, no worries he’d pay. 

“No that’s too much, I fucked your car up, and now you’re helping me, you should be getting my information and taking my dumb ass to court.” You replied. 

“Oh yeah that, let’s exchange information, I just need your name and number my insurance company can sort the rest out.” That was a lie, he didn’t plan on filing a claim, and he had enough cash on him to cover the repairs. But he did need your name and number. 

“Of course, it’s f/n l/n, 000-000-0000” you spoke while he inserted it in his phone and texted the tow company. 

“Got it, my guy is on the way with the tow truck, oh and I know a nice repair shop it’ll be the cheapest I told him to take it there. I’m sure I can get you a low price.” Now that was the truth, his uncle had one of the best repair shops in the city. The price would be free because he would pay and not tell you. 

“My gosh I can’t thank you enough sir, you are so nice, especially considering the circumstances” You couldn’t believe the kindness and mercy of this handsome … very handsome stranger after you hit his very expensive car. 

“No problem, it’s what I do. You can call me Jaden, not sir, sweetness. Hop in, I’ll take you wherever you need.” He replied with a smirk. 

And that’s when he saw it…. Your smile. Your smile was so big, bright, and beautiful. He swore he almost fell over. Your smile was natural he could tell you never had braces but cared for your teeth. They weren’t fake like the veneers lots of girls would get these days, they were natural in color. He swore he could count all 32 of them. 

You were gorgeous before. but something about that smile. It did things to him, his mind, his body. He knew he would do literally anything to keep that smile on your face. Whatever it took, whatever he could do. And if it was something he couldn’t, he’d become a better man for you so he could. 

He had to see you again. He had to make you want him like he wanted … no needed you. Even though you had nearly demolished the back side of his first love, and when he thought about the damage, he damn near threw up. You had given him the opportunity to insert himself into your life, so maybe it wasn’t so bad after all. 

So, as he drove to your apartment, you two talked, starting to get to know each other. You both liked what you saw and what you heard. He realized you were new to the city, no close friends, or relatives. No way to get to and from work while your car was being repaired. So, he offered. Of course, at first, you declined it was too much. You barely knew each other, he had already done so much, what about his job? He reassured you and told you he owned his own business it was fine, what else would you do? So, you agreed. He was elated, now he could see his sweetness every day. At least for a little. But no, it wouldn’t end there, he was smooth. He’d ask you out before your car was fixed. Fuck that he’d ask you as soon as possible. He didn’t mean to rush things. He just knew you were perfect for him. 

The first day he came to pick you up, you texted him to honk and just text he was outside. But he was a gentleman at least for you. He came to your door and knocked. You were shocked but smitten by the gesture. Even more so when he had breakfast ready for you in his car, opened all the doors for you, buckled you in, and asked what you wanted to listen to. That same evening, he asked you on a date at the end of the week. To which you agreed. You were excited, he was kind, and so many other things. Your rides to and from work were filled with laughs and smiles from both of you. 

On that Saturday evening, you two went on your first date. He made sure to trap all week so he could spoil his darling. He took you to a very nice restaurant. He sat beside you in the booth, not across from you. He liked to be closer to you. His large body blocked you in and you couldn’t even be seen by outsiders he liked that. Your outfit was beautiful. For work, you still looked stunning, but you dressed more formally, not yourself. But here with him on this date, you let your creativity flow in your outfit. He was fly, and you matched it. It wasn’t revealing but man did it arouse him, you always did.

At the end of your date at a mom-and-pop ice cream shop. Where of course once again you insisted on paying, he frowned at you and pulled out a stack of cash. Your displeasure disappeared once you two were at the table sharing ice cream. You even used the same spoon. You didn’t realize it, but he did, it was intentional he was even feeding you. He made sure you got a spoonful first, so he could taste you off the spoon. When he drove you to your apartment and came to a park you turned to him, “Jaden, I don’t want to seem fast, or like a hoe or something but I really like you. Thank you for everything, from my car to the perfect date.”

If he could Jaden would dap himself up. He knew he had a game. But with you, he had to be careful, you were special. He turned to you and spoke up, “It’s no problem sweetness, any man would do it for the woman he’s interested in.” He said as he grabbed your hand from the console intertwining it with his and kissing the back of it. 

Whew, your pussy was on fire. You had to get out of this car before he had you in the backseat. Then he’d really think you’re a hoe. Of course, he wouldn’t but you thought so. “Jaden uhm I should probably head inside, would you … would you like a kiss?” You could barely get it out before he grabbed the back of your neck kissing you deeply. You were starstruck, while he seemed so calm, so reserved. But inside he was crazy for you. The kiss was perfect, your lips and his lips together sent a chill down his spine and made this dick throb. He willed it down. He would be good to you. 

“Goodnight y/n, let me walk you up, I’ll text you when I get home. You will call me before you go to sleep, sweetness?”, He asked. 

“Of Course, Jaden,” you replied. 

He planned on making you some part of his life the day you met but this week and tonight’s date sealed the deal, and if that wasn’t enough, you smiled at him with all 32 of your teeth before you closed and locked the door to your apartment. There it was that smile; damn he was absolutely sprung. 

[syndrossi]

resonant ch26 dvd commentary

That's right, it's a series now!

Favorite line:

“They will return soon enough,” he told the tiny dragons, feeling a kindred dismay that his sons had gone riding with someone other than him. “Until then, you must content yourselves with me.”

It's not my favorite chapter, and doesn't have any real bangers, but this was a fun little exchange. The mental image of Qelebrys and Shadow perched on Daemon's shoulders, all three of them wearing a glum/pouting expression, is very cute.

Favorite detail:

Carrying the theme that Daemon noticed when he took Rhaegar and Jon on Caraxes to and from the Giant's Toe, where Rhaegar is drawn to the beauty of the world when he's up high on a dragon, while Jon is looking at those ships below and pondering their significance. It's just as much reflective of their life experience as personality. Jon without the burdens he carries of having been a leader, responsible for administering multiple wars, might be able to afford to look upward or forward, rather than downward at the world encroaching in.

Favorite dynamic:

We had a few barbs traded with Cole, but it was fairly tame. Rhaenys and Daemon are my favorite dynamic again, in part because I enjoy writing people giving advice that makes sense to them but isn't necessarily the most healthy. No one character is an infinite font of wisdom, existing to dispense it to our heroes. Everyone has their own faults, flaws, self-interest, etc, and their advice is colored by it.

I'm talking, of course, about Rhaenys basically telling Daemon to suck it up, give up on having a good relationship with his brother founded on mutual understanding, and resign himself to the fact that his brother prefers a version of Daemon that isn't real, with all the edges filed off. Daemon does in fact know his brother better than Rhaenys, so it's actually not the best advice in this situation!

But it doesn't mean he didn't need to hear some version of "suck it up and figure out an approach," because he's been reactive/passive so far with Viserys. (Some of that is out of fear, to be fair.) But he can't afford to be afraid/not take risks, Rhaenys believes. Not with so much at stake.

(Rhaenys is not without her own self-interest, either.)

And Rhaenys has a better grasp on Otto than Daemon. She's not wrong about what he fears. So that was also good context for Daemon, if he pays it heed. But the conversation doesn't leave Daemon in a great place at the end, sadly.

"Quick" hitters:

I mentioned this before, but there were three separate scenes written for and removed from this chapter, including one that was up in the draft I saved on AO3 and then removed this morning before I posted it.

I think I figured out my real issue with this chapter, and it comes down to using the wrong lens during the Dragonpit parts. We're focused in tightly on Daemon and Rhaenys's conversation, which is fine/fair, but we pull back too much for the kids and hatchlings interactions. It would have been nice to perhaps get the actual introduction of the dragons as dialogue rather than exposition, and focus in a bit more on Jon during the final naming.

The chapter feels very self-indulgent and filler-y, which may be while I feel guilty about writing it. Not that you can't write those things, but I always feel like they fit better in side-stories.

Jon naming Shadow was added into this chapter after the fact. I'd decided on the name a while ago and kept trying to find the perfect moment for it, only for it to not really materialize. Jon making it a game the baby cousins could join in on ended up feeling right.

I kept going back and forth between the Valyrian and Common versions of "Shadow," but at the end of the day, Jon has a theme.

I really liked Harrenkos for a name ("suitably long" in Valyrian), given that Shadow is a longer boi than most.

With Laenor and Rhaenys about to be gone, and Rhaenyra in Dragonstone, the poor Velaryon boys are about to be on their own (with their nurses) for a while, poor lambs. We'll see if Daemon invites them over for supper a few times. That's a lot of kids to wrangle by himself!

I'd been holding onto this, but I don't think it's something I'll end up doing later on in the story, so I'll go ahead and share one of the deleted, incomplete scenes. Originally, there was going to be an attack on the carriage on the way back, but Daemon being up in the air on Caraxes made it a really poor choice on the part of their attackers (and the attack itself a little too obvious not to have the place swarmed with Goldcloaks), so I scrapped it.

Apologies to Rhaegar, who was going to get a hero moment and possibly his first kill (though I didn't get that far).

x~x~x

The hatchlings were exhausted after their exciting day, each settling on their laps to nap for the carriage ride back to the Red Keep. Jace soon followed their example, nodding off against Princess Rhaenys’s side twice before she rearranged him so that he could rest his head on her lap.

Jon had enjoyed their day out, but he did feel a sting of regret at not being able to accomplish either of the things he had wanted to today: gaining an audience with King Viserys, and speaking to their father about the candle. There was always tonight for the latter—or tomorrow. But he hated the thought of it continuing its efforts to torment Rhaegar, especially since they were now separated in the afternoon.

“Did you hear anything today?” he whispered to Rhaegar.

“Not in the yard,” his brother said, which was not a no.

The bumpiness of the ride down the sloped path leading from the Dragonpit gave way to the cobblestone of the Street of the Sisters. The sun had set, and the sky was halfway to twilight, leaving the interior of the carriage dark. Jon tuned his senses to hearing to distract from the unpleasant odor of Flea Bottom, which the street passed through briefly.

It was quieter than he remembered. Even the slums of King’s Landing had their equivalent of markets, and plenty of peddlers hawking their wares. He sat up straighter in his seat as the carriage slowed, and the strong scent of burning wood wafted through the window. He could hear the low murmur of their two Kingsguard ahead of the horses.

Jon glanced at Rhaegar, who met his gaze with a tense frown as their hatchlings stirred on their laps. Princess Rhaenys meanwhile was gently shaking Jace awake, turning to glance behind at the window. A glow was visible now, lighting up the area, and calls began to ring out from further away. Jon stood on his seat to get a better view; up ahead, he could see buildings aflame on either side of the street, and what looked to have once been a wagon burning in their path.

“Can we go around?” Jon heard Ser Erryk—or Arryk—say in a low tone to the carriage driver.

“Only if you fancy going deeper into Flea Bottom,” the man said.

“Turn back,” the Kingsguard ordered. “We will return to the Dragonpit.”

Smoke was beginning to drift through the window, stinging his eyes, and the shouts were growing louder. Jon reached carefully for his knife, which was strapped against his leg beneath his pants, though he did not yet slide it free. It was possible that whatever fire had broken out along their path was entirely accidental, but if so, it was extraordinarily convenient timing.

The clack of horseshoes on cobblestone was just audible over the din as one of the Kingsguard pulled alongside them. “My princess, remain within. We will turn and head back to the Dragonpit until the fires are put out.”

The tension in the knight’s voice told Jon that he too believed it to be no coincidence. The street was still narrow at this point, which meant two very long minutes of horse and carriage maneuvering to turn back north.

Too long.

The horrible scream of a wounded horse pierced through the din, and through the haze of the smoke still spilling in through the window, Jon could make out the shaft of an arrow embedded in its flank. Two clanking noises followed, the noise familiar to Jon—the clatter arrows deflected by a shield.

“Ser Erryk,” Princess Rhaenys called out tensely, holding Jace tightly to her side. Their young cousin was wide awake now, eyes large with fear.

There came another two loud thuds, this time above them, and Jon could see the point of an arrow splitting through the wood of the roof, and another a foot away from it.

“They are trying to set the carriage aflame, princess,” the knight said. By the sounds of it, he had drawn up along the side of the carriage opposite from where the first two arrows had come. “You and the children may need to leave it, if the fire catches.”

Jon could hear the agony of indecision in his voice. The carriage afforded protection from arrows, but the longer they remained within, the longer whoever was attacking it could get into position for—whatever it was they were after.

Us? Jon wondered. So far, none of the arrows had been aimed at the body of the carriage, but even so, he dragged Rhaegar several inches further from the wall. The other Cargyll brother joined his twin on the safe side of the carriage.

“There are at least four with bows,” he said. “They do not yet approach.”

The horse’s screams were quieting, which Jon knew meant another obstruction on the road. The smoke was growing thicker, enough to make Jace cough, and a glance upward revealed a darkening of the wood of the roof.

“Jon.” Rhaegar’s voice was low but urgent, his face set with tension. He extended a hand toward Jon. “Give me the knife.”

His first instinct was to deny the request, the notion of being unarmed in the chaos nearly unthinkable, but his arm was still injured. Rhaegar might lack Jon’s experience in a real melee, but he stood a better chance of defending them.

[end scene]

[shanastoryteller]

Happy birthday Shana! Is love first disciple wwx ❤️❤️❤️

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Wei Wuxian isn't intending to snoop, exactly.

Or he is, because there's something off about the cold spring, but he doesn't think he's snooping about anything especially secret or important. He figures there's some sort of talismans or array in the spring or surrounding area, something that encourages the healing beyond cool rushing water. There's the buzzing of some sort of power, low enough that he's almost able to ignore it, except that he's made a name out of his ability to interpret and correct talismans in mid air.

He spends more time on that than even his swordfighting ability. Other people can fight as well as him. No one can use talismans like he can. He knows which skill it's more important for him to cultivate.

It means that the thing he can just feel nudging at his consciousness is probably impossible for anyone else to notice unless they're really looking for it. He's thinking about how funny Lan Qiren's face will be when he sticks his nose in another set of ancient Lan wards and isn't at all prepared for how applying cultivation energy just saw and stepping just right leads him to tumbling down the springs and spit out into an underground cave.

He sees the bunnies wearing little Lan ribbons first, which is adorable. The zither he notices when it nearly kills him.

He doesn't know how to leave and a couple more hits from that zither will leave him unconscious and then eventually dead.

"Hello!" he shouts. "Please, I don't mean to intrude, can you-"

Another wave of devestating energy that blasts through his body, leaving him sore and probably bleeding internally.

The bunnies are fine.

He feels really bad about this.

He scoops one of the bunnies into his arms and slips it's little forehead ribbon off and onto his wrist. He holds it to his chest, keeping his back to the zither and bracing himself. Maybe he can stop the energy from reaching the animal with his body.

He doesn't want to die but the little thing is so cute and helpless and it's not it's fault that Wei Wuxian fell into its cave.

The pain never comes and the bunny sits content and unharmed against his chest.

"Who are you?" a cool voice asks.

Wei Wuxian turns around to see a beautiful woman dressed in the robes of a Lan elder, her hand on the zither to still it.

"Uh, my name is Wei Wuxian," he says, giving an awkward bow. "I'm the visiting first disciple of the Jiang. Um, who are you? Sorry, I'm not good with faces and I don't remember you from the introduction ceremony."

Her expression doesn't change at all but he gets the impression that she's amused. "I am Lan Yi."

He stares, waiting to see if everything he knows about the Lan is about to be proven wrong and this is some sort of prank.

Her gaze stays steady.

There is only one Lan Yi - Lan An's granddaughter, who meddled with Yin Iron and died because of it. No other Lan was given her name so as to not curse them with their namesake's wrongs.

Well.

Fuck.

[lovemeafterhrs]

living with suna rintarou - two / dinner with the team

word count: 1k

warnings: smoking/alcohol consumption, rintarou being dumb and jealous

“you have got to stop mixing your laundry with mine.” she could hear the gravelly whine of suna’s voice before she caught sight of him in the doorway. a lacy black thong dangled from his index finger, and she was greeted with one of his trademark scowls. 

“also, i can’t find my black tie. did you manage to steal that too?” he took another step into the room, dropping her sorry excuse for a pair of panties on her bed. 

“actually, i think so.” her confession earned her another scowl as he watched her rise from her vanity. after catching him staring, she couldn’t help but do a little twirl for him before she grabbed his tie from the closet. 

“what do you think?” she questioned, even though she could tell exactly what he thought about her outfit without having to ask. his wandering eyes and flushed cheeks told her everything that he wouldn’t. 

“hot. aran’s going to shit his pants.” he gave her a thumbs up, eyes partially glazed over as he admired every little detail about her. suddenly without the ability to control himself, his mind was starting to race with thoughts that he could only determine as inappropriate. he was only pulled out of his daze when a strip of black fabric hit him directly in the face. an unimpressed frown fell over his features as he moved to pull it under the collar of his shirt. 

with eyes averted far away from temptation, he tried to keep himself from thinking too much about skipping the dinner entirely. he scoffed at the youtube video he was watching, utterly confused at where he was going wrong. it didn’t help that she was staring him down the whole time, and he started to feel the back of his neck getting warm under her piercing gaze. 

“do you need help with your tie?” she teased, watching him struggle to figure out how to replicate the video tutorial on his phone. it was cute, truly. watching him be so entirely helpless was doing something to her, and she couldn’t keep herself from smirking as she rose from the bed with her arms crossed. 

“no. it’s just been a while since i’ve done this.” he frowned, grumbling under his breath as he tried again. “it’s kita’s fault for choosing this fancy fucking restaurant.” 

“are you sure you don’t want any help? we’re gonna be late at this rate.” she took a step closer to him, clearly entertained by his many futile attempts. 

“fine. only because we should’ve left about fifteen minutes ago.” she snickered at his detested tone, reaching for the black silk as she pulled the knot tight against his adam’s apple. she could feel it bobbing against her fingertips as he gulped, her perfume wafting into his nostrils as she admired her work. her hands slid over the fabric of his white button-up as she tapped his chest reassuringly. 

“there you go, handsome. now let me get my shoes, we’ve got about ten minutes to get to the restaurant.” not even allowing him a moment to digest her choice in pet name, she pulled him towards the door and threw his jacket into his arms. 

nervous hands fidgeted with the rings decorating his right hand as they waited to speak to the chipper hostess. the restaurant was far too crowded, and every table bustled with patrons from the moment that the pair walked inside. servers whirled around the room with platters of drinks as they spotted the twins in the back of the bar. she offered him a shrug, taking his hand as she led him towards the large table. 

he recognized his old teammates seated together, looking a little more mature than the last time he saw them. friendly faces occupied the surrounding chairs as they greeted him with bright smiles. introductions were brief, but filled with curiosity as rintarou explained their current living situation. just like that, she was brought into the conversation like she’d known them for years already. 

just like suna had assumed he would be, aran was very clearly impressed by his old teammate’s plus one. he’d even gone as far as to buy the first round of drinks and make sure she got plenty of embarrassing stories to use against her roommate later. 

the first hour was filled with the clinking of glasses and the laughing of his old friends as they caught up on the last few years of their lives. dinner was served, and he found himself taking notice of just how familiar his roommate had already gotten with his old team. it seemed that the captain had caught her attention, and he could feel the pit starting to form in his gut as he watched them interact. 

“suna.” osamu started, only to earn an immediate glare from his friend. “you’re staring daggers right now.” 

“hmm.” was the only response he received, not missing a beat as he motioned for the waiter to bring him another drink. across the table, his roommate’s giggles could be heard as she rested her hand on his old teammate’s shoulder. 

“kita’s not that funny.” he huffed as the waiter placed his third drink of the night next to his long-forgotten dinner. 

“chill out, she’s just trying to make friends.” his huffing caught the attention of the other twin, whose words were just as hushed and playful as his brother’s.

“doesn’t look very friendly to me.” suna bit back, rolling his eyes as he caught her gaze from across the table. she looked so good, too good. he had enough competition, the last thing he needed was kita’s addition to her list of potential boyfriends. he took another drink of his cocktail, mind swirling with a tonic of jealousy and arousal that made him almost sick to his stomach. within moments, her phone was vibrating in her lap as she looked over at him quizzically. 

“you’re impossible.” she mouthed, holding back a snicker as she felt her phone vibrate again. 

[pocksprincess]

Chapter 4 - Don't Clean Your Windows

Series masterlist

Obito Uchiha x f!reader

Modern AU, obi still has scars, pining, reader embarasses herself (it's kinda cringe tbh but this whole story is in a romcom kinda way soooo), reader has daddy issues but she's pretty well adjusted, reader does not find neji hot soz, unhinged group chat between co-workers

Word count - 1419

Beta baddie - @dabilove27 ty my sweet love <33

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The rest of your week flies by uneventfully. You only see Obito in passing, when you leave the house in the morning and return home in the evening, but he actually returns your little waves of greeting now. The small gesture fills you with far too much warmth.

Your second week on the job was a little more relaxed. You know how the practice runs now and after meeting Neji, your final introductions are complete. But the best part is that you've become fast friends with both TenTen and Sakura, even creating a group chat that you all take turns filling with nonsense. 

Today is Sakura's day. You are gathering up your many supplies to finish cleaning the upstairs rooms when your phone chimes from your pocket. You catch a message from the ‘girlies’ group chat as you pull it out, balancing your bucket of cloths and spray bottles on your thigh, as you unlock your screen:

Sakura-chan🌸: so do we think daddy yams is cute? 

You snort in disbelief and put down your supplies in favour of seeing where this particular question ends up leading to. 

You: Sakura, please stop calling him daddy. One of these days you'll let it slip at work, ya big creep

Sakura-chan🌸: not a chance. yeah, but he's cute. in that tired dad way?

You laugh under your breath (she's relentless) and plop down on the stairs to get comfy, too lazy to walk to the living room, and knowing full well that if you sit down on the sofa you won't get up again until dinner.

🖤TenTen🖤: Total dilf! Or I guess an honorary dilf

You: Lmao

🖤TenTen🖤: Got that “i'll provide for you” vibe going on

🖤TenTen🖤: What about Neji though? 

Sakura-chan🌸: see! daddy's provide, tenten agrees! i still think sensei is hotter though

You: NOT NEJI

🖤TenTen🖤: Sakura nooo, Guy practically raised me 🤢

Mrs Hyuuga👰💍: neji is gorgeous!! 😍 

You: lmao sakura did you really just change your name

🖤TenTen🖤: You can't deny Neji is 🔥 just because he told you off the other day

Mrs Hyuuga👰💍: what!! bet he's lonely, i can keep him company <33

You: Ew no, Neji is the dad I never had. And not in the hot ‘daddy issues’ way…before you even chime in Sakura 🚫🙅‍♀️

🖤TenTen🖤: looool sakura is down bad for neji

🖤TenTen🖤: thought you were in love w that friend of naruto's, the emo guy

Mrs Hyuuga👰💍: he pissed me off so i’m looking at other options 

You: Yeah, cuz that will last long…

🖤TenTen🖤: LOOOL the truth has been spoken 

Mrs Hyuuga👰💍: it's not my fault my type happens to be the ones who don't care if i exist 

You stifle a snort into your hand. Sakura is insatiable and TenTen only encourages her degenerate ass. Not that you are any better, honestly-gawking shamelessly at your shirtless neighbour most mornings.

Mrs Hyuuga👰💍: our newest member has avoided commenting on the hotness of our bosses 👿

🖤TenTen🖤: that's becuz she's too smitten with her sexy neighbour 👅🍆💦

You groan audibly, it's like TenTen sensed what you were just thinking about, and now your stupid heart is racing more than it should at just the mention of him. You never should have told TenTen about Obito, she is the world's worst tease.

Mrs Hyuuga👰💍: sexy neighbour got you whipped! NEED PICS 📸🔥

You: omg I hate you both 

You: PICS OF WHAT?!

🖤TenTen🖤: 🍆 pics

You: I'VE SPOKEN TO HIM ONCE 

Mrs Sexy Neighbour💋: just take a pic of him when he isn't looking, you said he runs shirtless, right? 😈

🖤TenTen🖤: Yeah and you bought him wine!! Such a come on, can't believe you didn't get his #

You: SAKURA NO

🖤TenTen🖤: that's called stalking 

🖤TenTen🖤: get help @/Mrs Sexy Neighbour

🖤TenTen🖤: horny jail 4 you

You: y'all are WILD

Mrs Sexy Neighbour💋: how can we believe you about his hotness if we don't have evidence?? gimme his name, i'll find his socials 

You: And that's my cue to leave! 🏃‍♀️

Clicking the off button, you shove your phone back into your pocket just as a barrage of pings assaults your ears. You pick up your bucket, face flaming with embarrassment, and shake your head as you make your way upstairs-those girls need a time out and housework doesn't do itself.

After doing a deep clean of the bathroom and vacuuming the carpets, you are now tackling the grimy windows in the spare room-preparing the space for your mother's visit next month. And it just so happens that from your vantage point you have a direct line of sight into Obito's backyard.

You can see him squatting in the dirt with a trowel in hand (and fully clothed this time, much to your disappointment) as he tends to his garden. You had a sneaky look at the beautiful blooms and array of vegetables and fruits from your bedroom window not long after you moved in. After meeting the mountain of a man himself it surprises you he has such a green thumb.

Although, when you think about it further, it oddly suits him. You definitely picked up on a vulnerable and sensitive side to him during your chat. It shocks you that such a blatantly attractive man could be so bashful and reserved. You initially assumed his brusque and uninterested demeanour was that of an overly confident and self-assured individual. What's the saying your mother used to always tell you? Something about the more beautiful the man, the more arrogant he is.

But how wrong you were. You suppose a man that heavily scarred has his fair share of insecurities (not that he needs to, in your opinion). He is not what you expected at all and it only piques your curiosity. 

You can't help but watch him tend to his plants in his comically small gardening apron. He clearly enjoys the hobby, otherwise why would he be out there in the mid-afternoon heat working so diligently. A few seconds more and you begin to feel like a creeper, watching him without his knowledge, so you forcefully avert your gaze to the task at hand.

You need to clean the outside of the glass, something you've been avoiding doing for fear of your clumsy ass falling out of the window. But no one else is going to do it, so with a hefty sigh you roll up your sleeves and twist the handle. And…the jamb is stuck from misuse. 

Leaning over the windowsill, you place your hands against the glass and throw all your weight behind the push you give it. The window flies open with a loud crack as it comes unstuck, followed by a thump as its extensions reach their limit. You shoot forwards with the momentum, half hanging out the window as you desperately grip onto the handle for dear life.

You barely manage to stifle the surprised screech that rises in your throat, and with a horrific realisation, you chance a glance into Obito's garden. And of course he is watching you, face a picture of shock and concern. 

You grimace at the unlikeliness of the situation playing out around you and offer an awkward smile to your concerned neighbour-letting him know that you are unharmed, but most certainly an idiot. He raises a hand at you tentatively, a funny look crossing his face, and you don't know whether to laugh at the expression or slap yourself in the forehead for embarrassing yourself in front of him. This is definitely going to colour his impression of you.

With some effort, you manage to hoist yourself back into the room and on solid flooring. You poke your head back out the window, safely this time, and hold out the old t-shirt you are using as a rag (as if that explains everything) before rubbing it against the window pane in demonstration. 

"Just…cleaning my windows!" You holler, voice carrying across the space between you. 

"Oh. Okay!" He shouts back, confused at your admission, and you just about die on the spot. You offer another wave before ducking your head back inside and covering your flaming cheeks with your hands.

You couldn't make this shit up even if it was a cheesy romcom movie. You abandon your task and jog downstairs to your kitchen in shame where you hastily prepare yourself a glass of iced tea. Time for a break, you think.

You pull out your phone and open up the chat:

You: guys, you will never believe what just happened 🙃

[blowflyfag]

WWF WRESTLING SPOTLIGHT: Volume No. 9

Rock Anthology

By Keith Elliot Greenberg

An Overview Of The Rockers

STYLE OVER SUB-stance!” barked WWF television announcer Jesse “The Body” Ventura shortly after the Rockers' first bout on WWF Superstars of Wrestling. The youthful, handsome duo of Shawn Michaels and Marty Jannetty had just blurred across the ring in their fluorescent tights, dispatching their opponents in dynamic fashion. Longtime wrestling observers were almost as overwhelmed as the Rockers’ opponents. It was clear that the enthusiastic, inventive tandem was bound for big things. 

Only Jesse the Body offered the voice of dissension. “They’re pretty boys!” he yelled. “Nothing more, nothing less! They’d be OK if this was some MTV glam-metal video, but it’s not–it’s the World Wrestling Federation, and you’ve got to be tough to make it here. Shawn Michaels and Marty Jannetty? Don’t even write their names down. In six months you won’t remember them–and that’s tellin’ it like it is!”

Jesse Ventura, you were wrong. 

[The Rockers utilize the dynamics of flight in order to disable their opponents. Since their arrival into the World Wrestling Federation, they have put together a formidable aerial assault.]

Michaels and Jannetty proved almost immediately that their poster-boy good looks were just gravy on a creative, well-stocked wrestling arsenal. Sure, the two could fly across the ring, but that wasn’t all. They could match technical wits, as they’ve done with teams such as the Fabulous Rougeau Brothers and the Orient Express or slug it out back-alley style, as the Power of Pain found out. Most significantly, they could plan, forsaking a manager to formulate their own complicated strategies and coordinating team maneuvers the likes of which had never been seen in the ring.

“Yeah, we’ve heard the criticism, people saying we're too cute,”  Michaels states, his lip curling slightly. “Hey, it’s not our fault we look this way. But we know a lot of teams out there would like nothing better than to take our faces and mangle them. And, in the World Wrestling Federation, a lot of teams could do it, too. We’ve been in that ring a while, and we’re still rockin’ and rollin’ and looking good. I think that says something.”

The Rockers have risen to the top of the game by earning the title “The masters of motion.”

“They move so quickly, it’s amazing they they don’t smash into each other and disintegrate,” admits one former opponent. “But their timing’s so perfect that each always knows what the other’s doing. No one else does, though. They’re on the mat, in the air, on the ropes, tagging in and tagging out. I don’t consider my loss to them something to be ashamed about. I consider it an introduction to tag team wrestling.”

But the Rockers are also “the tag team specialists.” “Before we entered the World Wrestling Federation, we knew how tough it was going to be,” Jannetty explains. “So we spent just as much time in the video library as we did in the gymnasium. We watched all the great tag teams on tape–all the WWF champions. And then we pledged to add to what they had done, take it all a step further. From the day we started, we wanted the world to define tag teaming in Rocker terms.”

One of the first contests in which the duo’s fortitude would be tested was the 1988 Survivor Series. The Rockers were members of a team captained by the Powers of Pain, pitted against a squad headed by Demolition. While the bout would only aggravate tensions in the long-standing war between Demolition and their rival captains, the Survivor Series marked the start of a new struggle–the Rockers vs. the Brain Busters. The teams had already engaged in a few skirmishes and came to the match gunning for each other. 

[One of the Rockers’ first battles was against the Brain Busters, whom Marty and Shawn seriously battered. This infuriated the Busters’ manager, Bobby Heenan, who abandoned his inept team. Then the Rockers warred with the Rougeaus, who sneak-attacked them with a megaphone.]

“The Brain Busters were the first tag team to really single us out,” Michaels recalls. “I think a lot of that had to do with their manager, Bobby ‘The Weasel’ Heenan. The thought of two young guys like us making our own decisions without the aid of a manager just burned him. We knew that he’d instruct the Brain Busters to take us out at the Survivor Series, and we were more than happy to give it back to them.”

With the World watching the Pay-per-view telecast, the Rockers and Brain Busters ferociously clawed at each other, brawling on the arena floor and then all the way back to the dressing room. 

“Bobby Heenan used the Brain Busters to try to prove a point," Jannetty says. “He wanted to show the world that we weren’t so hot. Well, whether it was at the Survivor Series or our matches with the Brain Busters after that, we never let up. Heenan wanted to wear us down, and I think he got the opposite result. I mean, look at the facts: The Rockers are still going strong, and the Busters are long, long gone.”

The Rockers’ rhythmic quotations, along with their poetic wrestling styles, soon infuriated another manager, Jimmy “Mouth of the South” Hart. A onetime pop star with the Gentrys, Hart fancied himself as the WWF’s king of rock ‘n’ roll and took special exception to the Rockers’ unique form of “jamming.” When his tag team, the Fabulous Rougeau Brothers, had their song All American Boy cut off on the public address system and replaced by the Rockers’ theme, Hart became doubly incensed. He ordered his charges to show no mercy on the popular stars, and during a ringside free-for-all, Michaels’ neck was intentionally injured by the French Canadian-born brothers.

“That was one of the low points of my career,” Michaels recounts. “I was laid up, and the doctors were saying they weren’t sure if I’d ever return to the ring. Somehow, I knew they were wrong. I felt that I had to go back. I just wasn’t ready to give up everything I had worked for. I owed it to Marty, and I owed it to all the people who came to the arena to cheer us on. And I also owed the Rougeaus something–a Top 40 whupping.”

In fact, in their first few matches with the Rougeaus, the Rockers seemed more determined to mete out revenge than to log a victory. “We might be the tag team specialists,” Jannetty says, “but against the Rougeaus we felt more like an avenging army.”

Despite warnings to be cautious, Michaels flew at the Rougeaus with the throttle down. In one bout shortly after his recovery, he stunned spectators by coming to the ring with a bandage still around his throat. “He was just inviting the Rougeaus to battle,” says a friend. “It was as if he was saying, ‘Here’s my injured neck. Try to hurt it again. I dare you.’ Whenever the Rougeau Brothers would take the bait, Shawn and Marty would go wild.” 

In this particular match, the Rockers spent much of the opening minutes chasing the Rougeaus and their manager around and around the ringside area. Eventually, Michaels caught up with Jacques Rougeau in the ring and slammed his head into the turnbuckles 10 times. After he fell backward to the mat, nearly unconscious, each Rocker took turns splashing his fallen form. When Raymond Rougeau attempted to slip into the ring on behalf his brother, he didn’t fare much better–the Rockers blasted him with a double dropkick.

[With aerial maneuvers and on-the-mat tactics, the Rockers dominated Jimmy Hart’s Rougeaus. At WrestleMania V, the Rockers took on the Twin Towers, Akeem and the Boss Man. Although outweighed. The Rockers nailed the Towers with many moves from their unique wresting arsenal.]

But the presence of Jimmy Hart would prove an important factor in the first fee confrontations between the teams. So overzealous were the Rockers at teaching their opponents a lesson that they were easily distracted by then manager and then double teamed by the Rougeaus. However, Michaels and Jannetty refused to be psyched out by Hart’s tactics. With each bout, they learned and improved, until they were able to use the Rougeaus’ techniques against them.

By the time the battle reached the Palais Omnisport in Paris, France, the Rockers had advanced to the point that they could not be beaten. As the French-speaking crowd threw its support solidly behind Michaels and Jannetty, the Rockers overcame every obstacle. Even in the closing moments of the match, when Jacques executed a piledriver and covered Jannetty for the pin, the Rockers found a way to gain an advantage. Michaels rushed into the ring to intervene. From the other side, Raymond stepped through the ropes to block him. As the referee cut off Raymond, Michaels lifted and delivered a piledriver to Jacques, placed Jannetty on top of him and returned to the corner while the referee spun around to count the pinfall. 

However, in the world of professional wrestling, there is rarely time to celebrate before someone else steps into the picture to humble you. The devious Mr. Fuji, seeking to strike while the Rockers were off-guard, snuck up to ringside after one of the duo’s triumphs and started tormenting them. Michaels and Jannetty looked at one another for a moment, then gave the manager what he came for–double dropkick and double fistdrop. According to the plan Fuji convinced beforehand, his team of Warlord and Barbarian, the Powers of Pain, charged out of the dressing room and attacked the Rockers. 

“Fuji expected the Rockers just to shrink away from the wrestling scene,” says a source close to the Powers of Pain. “Warlord and Barbarian are chiseled monsters. They’re huge compared with the Rockers and savage between the ropes. Michaels and Jannetty shocked Fuji when they demanded a match with his team. They shocked a lot of people.”

Their time in the WWF had convinced the Rockers that they could withstand this difficult challenge. Although they considered the Powers’ immense proportions, they were not unaccustomed to taking on larger opponents. During WrestleMania V, the Rockers squared off against the Twin Towers, Big Boss Man and Akeem, and stunned them with simultaneously executed maneuvers. Having recuperated from his thrashing by the Rougeaus, Micahels was aware of his capacity to overcome pain. Then there was the matter of courage. The Powers of Pain had tried to humiliate the Rockers, and now the Rockers were committed to cutting them down–valiantly. 

“Just looking across the ring at guys like Warlord and Barbarian is enough to make some wrestlers run back to the dressing room,” says Jannetty. “They’re awesome. But so are we, in a different way. When the Powers of Pain jumped us, I told Shawn, ‘Be strong, brother. We’re going to take down a volcano.’”

The task was as difficult as anything the Rockers ever faced, but they got around the rough spots by using innovative team moves. After Micahels was outmuscled by Barbarian, he ran the ropes and hurled himself at his big adversary with a flying bodypress attempt. Barbarian caught the Rocker in midair and tried to slam him onto the mat. But before this could be achieved, Jannetty sailed off the turnbuckles onto his partner’s back, forcing Barbarian down to the canvas for a near-fall.

Later in the match, Michaels compensated for the height disadvantage by backing Warlord into the turnbuckles, mounting the second rope and hammering downward with hard fists. Believing it was time to finish up the night, the Rocker tried a sunset flip. Warlord resisted, struggling to remain standing while Michaels endeavored to turn him over. In a flash, Jannetty was aiding his partner, delivering a high cross–bodyblock to the squirming Warlord.

It was only the intervention of Mr. Fuji that cheated the Rockers out of a clear-cut win against their heavily favored foes. And Fuji was so taken aback at the Rocker’s diversified repertoire that he scanned the world to find another team to eliminate them. While home in Japan, he discovered the Orient Express.

[The Rockers then went against the Powers of Pain, the massive Warlord and Barbarian, managed by Mr. Fuji. After Fuji sold the Powers’ contracts to different managers, however, he signed the Orient Express, Sato and Tanaka, and quickly launched them against Marty and Shawn.]

On paper, Sato and Tanaka were evenly matched with the Rockers. Both teams favor the airborne assault and are proficient at capitalizing on the five seconds after a tag when both members of a squad can be in the ring. However, the Orient Express has Mr. Fuji, an admitted expert at twisting the rules. At WrestleMania VI, the Rockers received another painful education in the manager’s cruel tricks–Jannetty was temporarily blinded outside the ring when salt was thrown in his eyes.

In a rematch, the Orient Express tried to keep the edge by pouncing on the Rockers, whipping them both into the ropes and bending to backflip them. But Micahels and Jannetty managed to put on the brakes before the routine could be completed, stopping in front of their opponents by slamming their heads together.

Even when the Express was at its best, the Rockers were better. At one stage, Michaels backflipped Tanaka, who wiggled around in midair, positioned himself perfectly and landed on his feet. But before Tanaka could gloat, Micahels spun around and leveled him with a clothesline. 

The match ended with Tanaka flat on his back and the Rockers in opposite corners of the ring, prepared to execute a double fistdrop from the top turnbuckles. However, Sato managed to disrupt the Rockers’ plan, and all four combatants–along with Mr. Fuji–ended up duking it out on the arena floor. Remarkably, both Rockers ceased fighting at the exact same time and slid into the ring before the referee completed his 10-count. Michaels and Jannetty had scored a count-out victory over Fuji’s team. 

“Hey, Fuji,” Jannetty tormented the manager as his hand was raised triumphantly, “keep trying!”

 The Rockers intend to keep trying, challenging the toughest opponents and bettering themselves, becoming the standard against which future tag teams will measure themselves. On the near horizon is a confrontation with Hercules and Paul Roma, Power and Glory. 

“Power and Glory’s the ideal tag team for us to wrestle at this stage in our career,” Michaels says. “Roma knows how to fly just like us–he has the highest dropkick in the sport–and Hercules is a big, muscular brawler with a ton of experience. Guys like that come to the ring to fight, and that’s OK with the Rockers, baby.”

Feeling the heat between the ropes has never inhibited the Rockers. They wrestle with flair, and the girls all want their pictures; but that’s not why Michaels and Jannetty are in wrestling. They're here because they love to wrestle–something that’s easy to do when you’re a tag team that puts substance over style.

[jax-winchester]

The Gilmore Girls biggest fault is ruining already established great characters. Very long ramble and its just my opinion. Please read and tell me your thoughts but be nice!

Dean

Dean was a great character in the beginning! He was a dreamy, slightly mysterious, new kid from Chicago who worked on cars. His initial attraction to Rory is because of how intently she reads, Lane says he is thrilled when he hears Rory has been accepted to the prestigious private school Chilton. Then the writers dumb him down, Rory’s love of books bores him, he doesn’t care about her pursuit of an Ivy League education, he cheats on his wife with Rory.

Jess

Now I do really like Jess but his character was basically just an edgier version of Deans original character. Dreamy new boy from New York, mysterious, and he also notices how much Rory likes to read, but he likes reading too. However, to set them apart Jess has an attitude and is mischievous. Jess makes it known he has a thing for Rory pretty much since he’s introduced (Like Dean). It makes Jess look like a jerk. Since he’s literally encouraging Rory to leave her boyfriend for him. Then they do get into a relationship! Jess’s attitude just grows and grows. Some of his actions towards Rory are inexcusable. Then ✨poof✨ he just disappears. Jess was a complex character with a bad past, the show really could have leaned into that. We could have seen more character growth. But nope! (Also side note I think Jess and Paris would have been a great couple)

Marty

Marty was a funny new guy Rory meets at college. We first see him when He and Rory show up extra early to their first class (showing one of their similarities). Then, his first introduction is Rory finding him butt naked in front of her dorm. (My personal favorite introduction). He also has a slightly similar financial situation as Rory. While yes Rory’s grandparents have money Rory doesn’t. What money she gets from Emily and Richard comes with strings. Marty is always working odd jobs to help put him through school. He isn’t a trust fund kid and while I think Rory has a trust fund. She does know what its like not to have money. Lets not forget Lorelai and Rory lived in a shed! (But yeah Rory is pretty spoiled by the end) They have similar sense of humors and they like the same movies! He was really sweet (also cute) and he was a perfect new friend for Rory. But Noooo, he just had to have feelings for her. Then, he disappears for like 3? seasons and pops up like 2 more times.

Paris

Paris was a highly competitive, extremely smart, and witty student. (Also slightly a bitch but love her though). Paris and Rory pushed each other to do better in their classes. We find out though Paris is more than just a strong student. She has home life issues and struggles with self esteem. She also has had a long time crush on cute classmate Tristian. There is some focus on Paris’s issues with self-esteem especially when she meets Jamie and she mentions her bad home life. But, her home life is treated more or less as an ongoing joke. I think Paris’s issues should have been taken more seriously. Especially when she goes to Yale after her breakdown when she isn’t accepted into Harvard. But, when Paris goes to Yale she’s basically just a joke. Her issues are solved by her obsession with arts and crafts? She still has anger issues and takes control over things. Like the newspaper and then CHEATS on her great boyfriend Jamie. I don’t have anything really against Doyle. Im just not a fan of how they did Paris’s character.

Lane

Its pretty universally agreed that Lane was done wrong. Lane was a great kid! The show really could have done so much more with Lane’s religious trauma. Also, with the fact Lane gets kicked out. Not to mention the Dave situation. AMAZING boyfriend Dave. I get it the actor left to star in The OC but Zach? Why not add a new member to the band? Create a nice new character, maybe a member of a different band thats playing at the same placed they are. But Nope! She marries Zach, has an awful experience with sex, then gets pregnant with twins. Zach slept around plenty before Lane, you’d think he would be better with birth control. 🤷🏻‍♀️

That’s enough rambling for now.

[haleyboook]

Christmas cheer pt.2

warnings: none

word count : 3,431

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December 23rd:

“You told me you had plans with your family for Christmas.”

“I did. And then Chris convinced me to come here instead.”

Scott becomes white in the face as he stands up and heads towards the kitchen “You repulse me. That’s disgusting. Chris convinced you to come with… sex?”

His voice carries as I nearly jump six feet in the air to slap him quiet

“Scott.” I say with anger in my tone

Chris stares at his mother who turns to hear what Scott says and swallows hard saying “Scott is only teasing. I didn’t do that to get her here— she came when I asked her to come here with me.”

“Like a puppy?” His young nephew teases

Chris feels the air suck into his nose faster as he narrows his eyes saying “Quiet. You all are trying to get me in trouble.”

His mom smiles saying “Have you told her what the weekend prior to Christmas is, exactly?”

“A broad idea. I’ll tell her the plan. She’ll be game for anything.”

Shanna smiles saying “You told her about the play?”

“Yeah. About it, not full detail.”

Scott smacks a hand full of flour right into the side of my head and I gasp as his nephews and nieces squeal with laughter

The moment pauses their making of the cookie batter

I huff air into my face as the flour lifts off a bit at the air blown towards it

“You have a lot of nerve dude.”

He laughs as he hoists the cute child in front of him, blocking my line of shot with the handful of flour dropping down as I say “You’re evil.”

“Hey, this is typical for us. December 23rd is always cookie baking day and flour always ends up in someone’s face. You’re basically an honorable Evans at this point.”

Shanna’s husband clears his throat as he lifts the child from Scott saying “He does this to everyone. My first year he and Chris went overboard with the flour. It took days and four showers to get the flour out of my ear.”

My eyes widen as the three of us laugh and he nods to me as he escorts all the kids out

My hand dives into the flour and flings it into Scott’s face before he can even react. He screams with laughter as he tackles me and we hit the fridge, causing a loud ruckus as all the nieces and nephews giggle loudly

I freeze as I hear Chris and his mother approach, and Scott dumps the bag of flour over my head as I stare at the door

Flour pools over my head and body, I close my eyes quickly, feeling like the flour has already gotten into my eyes

“Scott!” His mother shouts in annoyance as two muscular arms wrap around me and I hear Chris say “I’m so sorry, Scott what the hell is wrong with you?”

I’m moved around the kitchen and Scott is scolded by his mother about the mess and I blubber on about “it’s not his fault. Chris. I’m fine.”

Just embarrassed.

The group of family members break into smaller groups while Chris helps me clean up myself

He wipes at my eyes and the cloudiness disappears from my vision like windshield wipers on a window

I blink a couple times and he smiles lightly saying “So you just went through a Evans family passage, did Scott tell you that? Is that why you’re not angry currently?”

“Shanna’s husband told me.”

He ahh’s and responds “I see, and that’s alright?”

My hand moves up to my eyebrow as I scratch it and shrug saying “Makes me feel more welcomed than your mothers introduction and avoidance of me.”

“She’s trying. I swear, she’s just awkward around new people sometimes.”

My lips puff out as I purse them together “Maybe it wouldn’t have been so awkward if you had told her about me prior to two days ago.”

Scoffing he says “She knew about you before that.”

“Did she?” I question as my hands press to my sides

Sighing and basically admitting defeat he says “She knew I was going on dates with someone. I didn’t explicitly mention you until now. And it’s not because I was purposely hiding you, I just knew she would insist on meeting you and it would’ve been a whole ordeal.”

“Like right now? Hm.”

“Come on, let’s not bicker with each other. My mom has our schedule for the weekend and I’m going to need to go over it with you.”

“Fine. Hit me with it.” I show no amount of excitement towards the strict schedule I know he’s going to present to me

He takes a large breath and starts his speech essentially “December 23rd, 3pm is shopping down at the shops near the theaters for Christmas, 5:15 is check in at the front of the theater where we’ll all go in together, 6 is when the play starts. Intermission is at 7:30. The play ends at 8:30. Then we go directly into dinner at my moms best friends house, she lives just down the street from the theater. She insists on being called aunt whitney. And after dinner we all stay in the living room back home together watching Christmas movies as we all pass out downstairs on the couches and floor.”

I blink in response at his literal word barf he just had

He releases a much needed sigh as he catches his breath from the long set of directions

“That’s all?”

“And an occasional family photo in there. My mom gets a yearly photo of us at the theater.”

“I see.” It’s overwhelming thinking about the detailed plans we can’t stray far from “And everyone has to go to this play?”

He laughs at my joke, not even realizing I had no humor behind the comment as my face remains seldom at his reaction

My nose scrunches in response as I say “It’s required?”

His eyebrow lifts as he rubs his hand down his lips saying “Yeah. Pretty much.”

Getting ready and dressed for the play was a task in itself. My luggage was still not here, I called the airline this morning and they’d told me they put it on the plane over last night, and that it should be here

The customer service claimed it is taking longer for received to be processed but I just think my bags been lost

Chris reassures me saying “You look very cute.”

I grumble as I pull on the itchy sweater around my top half. Shanna and Carly didn’t have much for me to pick through. They gave me a box of their old clothes from their teenage years and each item screamed 90’s.

Chris insisted I needed something somehow related to Christmas and this is what was found

An itchy ugly Christmas sweater with a slightly raunchy icon on the front of it. Chris laughed at the sight of it and Scott was just over the moon with laughter and happiness at the sight of me

“You look ridiculous, I love it.”

My eyes roll and Lisa smiles with a chuckle saying “You’re in luck we’re headed to the stores.”

“Thank god. I think I’m developing a rash from this material.” I say honestly as I scratch my arms and the whole group grows humorously loud with their laughter

Exhaling a breath I push Chris out the front door so we can leave

A few photos was an understatement, Lisa got photos of everything

Scott pulling my braid for example, the slap I gave him to the shoulder shortly after.

Everything.

Even Chris kissing me pretty passionately in the Christmas section of old navy

She smiled and wandered around to take more photos

I’d never shopped at some of these stores. What even is wet seal and why would anyone shop at a store named that?

And alas with Scott and Carly’s help I had found something to wear, not after at least a hundred photos were taken of me in this get up

Carly and Scott watch as I pull the sweater off with the dressing room door left ajar and Scott says “There’s a lock, y’know.”

“It’s broken.”

Lisa stares as she approaches saying “Do you want me to hold the door for you?”

I struggle with the top saying “Y-yeah that’d be great.”

The button catches on my hair and I struggle to fix the problem

She hears me shuffling and struggling “you need any help?”

“God yes. The button is stuck on my hair.”

The door swings open and she pauses for a second as I turn towards her, my arms stuck above my head as the button pulls on my hair

She looks to my exposed top half and says “Wow you are in good shape.”

“Thank you…. It comes with the movie requirements.”

“How’d you manage to get this twisted up?”

“I really… have no idea.”

Chris nudges Scott asking “hey is that jeweler still in business here?”

Carly whips her head towards him, nearly giving herself neck pain as she asks “What?!”

Scott winces at her squeaky voice and Chris says “would you keep it down? I need a necklace or something for mom.”

“Oh.” She says with a deflated tone

Scott nods saying “Yeah. I can go with you. It’s just a few shops down.”

“Can you slow those two down? I don’t want mom to see what I’m buying and if y/n escapes mom she’ll go hunting for both of us.”

Carly nods saying “Can do.”

Scott and Chris wander out of the store and Scott says “You bought mom that stupid espresso machine I thought.”

“I did.”

“Oh my god.” Scott smiles and pushes his brother saying “You little brat! I can’t believe you’re actually committing to something so long term. This is crazy. I mean, I don’t blame you. She’s like a million times better than you and so out of your league but still I’m shocked.”

“You’re a pain in my ass y’know?”

Lisa smiles as she untangles my hair saying “My girls used to always get into predicaments like this all the time. This one time Shanna had woken up and she had chewed gum right before she fell asleep. And she’d woken up with it in her hair, tangled up to the roots. I had to cut her hair. She had bangs all 6th and 7th grade.”

I chuckle saying “Oh boy. I bet she never chewed gum before bed after that.”

“You can bet your behind she didn’t chew gum for years.”

We both laugh and the silence sits once our laughs die down

“You’re a beautiful young woman, y/n. I just… I hate the way he does these things.”

I narrow my eyes to her, growing confused as she straightens out my sweater

“He gets so bright eyed and bushy tailed for a woman and he takes her home to us and soon after their whole relationship crumbles. I blame the divorce, it gave him so many commitment issues. No matter how old your children are divorce still effects them so much.”

I exhale a breath and as it leaves my body it feels jagged and pained “What-what do you mean? How many girls has he done this with?”

“Only a few. I’m sorry. He’d be so angry with me if he knew I brought this up. I just can’t bare to see another girl so broken up about this.”

I blink in response to her, long blinks, trying to keep my resolve. Remembering what she said about me before

Maybe this is just her poor attempt at deterring me.

I swallow thickly and my shoulders raise as I tense and take a step out of the dressing room

I pull the tag off the sweater and Carly says “Find the sweater?”

I nod, feeling dizzy and nauseous all of the sudden

It’s the sudden realization that she either really doesn’t want me in her family or Chris has been lying to me or conveniently forgetting to tell me

As soon as my card swipes and goes through I book it towards the theater and the rest of the family slowly migrates behind me

Following my lead

Chris smiles to Scott as they emerge from the jeweler

“Last minute Christmas gift?”

Chris nearly jumps ten feet in the air at the immediate presence of his mother

The bag jumps in his hand and he squeezes it with both hands. His rapid heart beat growing as he shakes his head saying “Forgot gram. Sorry.”

“You alright? You look flushed.”

Her hand presses to his forehead saying “You don’t feel hot. Are you alright?”

“I’m fine ma. Where’s y/n?”

“Oh she took off quickly, those long legs of hers sure move fast. She couldn’t be bothered to walk our speed.”

Chris sighs at his moms snide comment saying “I’m gonna go find her.”

He pushes the gift off on Scott as he quickly goes to find me

I stand at the theater with the husbands and children, waiting.

“Ready for the ugliest family photo to be taken? Somehow Lisa gets the worst angles of us every year.”

I sniffle a laugh saying “Sounds like my sister. She only posts the flattering photos of herself. I still remember the selfie she took with my sick figure in the background when I got mono in the 9th grade.”

The group laugh and Ryan says “Lisa made me stand in for a family photo when I had a black eye from taking a baseball to the face. Most humiliating Christmas card ever.”

The group of men erupt into laughter again as I join them

“I see you’re getting along nicely with the husbands.”

I shrug at Chris’ grasp on my shoulder “Mmhm.” Is all I give him in response before I hear his mothers voice “Gather up, come on. You know the formation we always do.”

Chris pulls me in the formation and grows distracted as his nephew asks him to tie his shoes for him

Lisa smiles to me saying “Will you be a doll for me and take the photo for us?”

I nod and step away from the family feeling uncomfortable all of the sudden

Like the breath in my lungs dried up and the lump in my throat tripled in size

Scott was late to show up and he nearly offered to take the photo before his mother bickered with him to get in the photo

Chris looks up confused as his mother attempts to get everyone’s attention towards the camera

He says “Why isn’t she in the photo?”

“Married couples only. You know the rule.”

“What rule…?” His voice is drowned out as I click the phone camera and every other device that was pushed onto me

Bickering erupts in the family as the kids push each other off each other and my eyes widen behind the phones and cameras at the chaos

It’s all overwhelming

The family breaks apart as they all grab their devices and a few thank me

Chris finds me shortly after and I push his moms camera and phone into his hands as I go to follow the group

He catches my arm saying “Honey.” He exhales into the nickname and I can tell he’s already thinking about damage control for his next sentence

“My mom gets weird about the family photos, I’m sorry.”

“I don’t care about that. I heard her, married couples only. It’s fine. The play is starting soon. We need to get our seats.”

He drops the devices into his pockets and says “Hold on. They can wait. They’ll save our seats. It doesn’t start for another 25 minutes.”

Not wanting to get into an argument or anything right now I breathe in and say “Look, I don’t want to start anything with your mom or to make her dislike me any more. Let’s just go in. If you still want to even talk about this later. We can. Right now I’m just looking forward to the few hours of no talking and just…entertainment.”

He nods slowly and says “I love you, y/n. I know this can’t be easy.”

I press my hand to his cheek, feeling the tears well up as I nod saying “Let’s head inside.”

He kisses the bare skin on the front of my hand, the base of each finger with urgency and delicacy

The crisp and quick chill in the snowy surroundings cuts through me, ruining the moment as I shiver at the discomfort

No matter the beauty of my surroundings, nothing could get rid of this anxiety and nausea I’m still feeling

Not the beautiful theater that is weathered with age and beauty, could be at least half a century old or older

The wood chipped exterior but it still felt welcoming to the eye with the brightly colored bubblegum pink doors and the Christmas decorations hung so high up that it caused me to question how someone got up there to do that

Chris could see the gears turning in my head as I walk into the theater and grew confused on where to go immediately

His hand found mine the minute confusion etched itself onto my expression

“I’ve been here thousands of times. All of us kids performed here for years. You would’ve loved me as the ghost of Christmas future.”

I shake my head saying “I was in the nutcracker meanwhile.” My smile widens and he says “Much more normal I suppose. Should’ve seen my performance as Christopher Robin. My mom still calls it my best performance.”

My eyes roll as I push his shoulder saying “I’m sure she let that go to your head.”

He scoffs jokingly as the smell of stale popcorn hugs the walls of the building like wallpaper as we walk further into the building

It’s crowded, full of big families

Wives with their hands in their children’s hair desperately trying to tame it, or wives bickering with their husbands, fixing their ties. Tightening them as the husband pulls to loosen it

I grow observant as the room grows loud with voices all around me, babies crying loudly, children arguing with each other.

Old grandparents complaining.

Grandchildren whining.

I grow consumed into their dialogue like it’s a script I need to learn and Chris pulls me back saying “Here we are.”

My attention snaps to the big family as they all sit comfortably in the seats. Lisa is in a row with all her grandchildren

My eyes fall on the only two open seats left. One in one row, and the other in the row behind it. Directly behind the other

I swallow thickly with annoyance as I look to Lisa who appears busy with her grandchildren

“Ma, why didn’t you save us seats beside each other?”

“The kids wanted to sit with me. I’m sorry alright? You two are practically beside each other this way anyway.”

“Two completely different rows…” I mutter, my eyes look for Scott as he’s pressed into the corner of the rows and Chris says “Scott move down here—”

“Chris the play is starting in a few minutes, if you would have gotten here sooner like everyone else we could’ve taken your opinion into account.”

Chris let’s puts out a defeated sigh saying “Miles, you’re sitting on my lap.”

“Chris.” His mom gives him a warning tone and I squeeze his shoulder saying defeatedly as my voice grows quiet “I’m just— I’m going to go to the bathroom.”

“No, that’s not necessary. y/n.” He attempts to reassure me

Carly agrees saying “Scott and everyone can move over and we can make enough room—”

“My mom has been calling me. I think I’m just going to do that.”

I quickly leave and the doors shut quickly after me, Chris is pushed into a seat by the usher and sighs loudly

He looks to his sisters and they shrug. Tears wash down my face as I desperately call my mom

She answers saying “You deciding to finally join us?”

“I want to. Mom this is going so badly, they hate me.”

The line holds the silence as I sit at the bench near the water fountain, crying into the phone

“Why would they hate you?”

“I’m controlling.”

She scoffs saying “Let me talk some sense into them. Where is Scott and Chris? Why aren’t they defending you?”

With the deep exhale as my hand stays pressed under my eyes I say “I didn’t tell Chris. It’s like we’re being suffocated by his family constantly. They wanted me to board with Scott and Chris had to interfere on that. And god… everything is a fight. A fight to include me or anything and everything. It’s all so different from home.”

My mother laughs on the other line, completely setting me over the edge as I feel insane and completely invalidated. My mom was never good with emotions. I don’t know what I expected

She was old fashioned, and the strongest person to exist, but lacked the motherly comfort and care all the others had

Maybe it’s because I was born so late into her life.

Maybe it’s just her

She shakes her head saying “Welcome to life with in-laws. I hated your fathers parents.”

I shake my head and a hand squeezes my shoulder. I look up, meeting Chris’ eyes and sigh as I say “I’ve got to go mom.”

The call ends before I wait for her response, I look up to him saying “This sucks.”

He nods saying “my moms being so difficult I’m sorry.”

“That’s putting it lightly.”

The side of the bench shifts as he sits down beside me, I look to him saying “you’re missing out on the family traditions.”

“It’s either fall asleep during the play or stay out here with my beautiful girlfriend.”

My head falls onto his shoulder and the words that leave my mouth bring the guilt forward for him “I just wish they liked me as much as you like me.”

He holds my hand tightly saying “Give it time. I’ll try harder, and my mom will soften to you in no time.”

“She called me controlling. Said you gave that idea.”

He freezes up and my eyes don’t leave the ground as I can feel him thinking through the ominous silence

“I didn’t say anything like that. My mom claims that those women are my type.”

“How many women have you taken to this play, Chris?”

He tenses under me saying “Too many. I’m sorry.”

“I had a feeling, this doesn’t seem like it’s going to get any easier.”

His hand presses to my head as his fingers tenderly fall through my hair as he exhales “It will, you’re so much more to me than anyone I’ve ever brought home.”

We both melted into each other as my body rests on his as we kiss on the bench, my shoulder hitting his as the play goes on

At intermission we enter the play and as I go to sit in the line seat he pulls me onto his lap and his mom gives him a look “Christopher.”

“Not now mom.” He plays her off

Eventually the kids grow restless and a few move back towards their parents. I rest on the seat beside Chris and we watch the second half

The minute we arrived at Aunt Whitney’s I was immediately evaluated. She smiles widely with her silver tooth shining in the back of her molars.

She squeezed my upper arms as she informed me “You’re stunning.”

I smile to her and she looks to Chris saying “you two are picture perfect.”

“Thank you, aunt whitney. Mom needs influencing, can you..?”

She nods quickly saying “of course.” That was probably the last I saw her that night, every once in awhile we saw the blur of her grayed bob haircut as she nearly glided past us

Once the night dragged on it felt more comforting, Chris was practically glued to my side

By the grace of Whitney, Lisa softened a bit to me. I could tell because the way she looked towards me was different. Indescribable but not negatively

It was fun seeing all the grown ups act like kids when it came time for movie night.

You know the feeling of spending the night at your grandparents house when you’re 7 years old? Where you slept didn’t matter, and you felt comfort just being in the house

I could see why they loved this place so much, and with time I think I could grow to love it too.

“Did he tell you what Christmas Eve entails, y/n?”

“No, should I be worried?”

Scott laughs as Chris glares at him. I look between them saying “shit.”

“As long as you’re fine with snow, caroling, farm animals, and Santa we’ll be fine.”

“Is it a bad time to tell you I’m not good with farm animals?”

He tenses and says “great…”

“the polar opposite of our mother in that department.” Scott laughs and shakes his head “mom is going to have a field day knowing that.”

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Round 1

Propaganda Under Cut

Erina Pendleton

Erina is SO MUCH MORE than just a "Generic Love Interest" that was brought in the story to continue the bloodline after everything that happens (and it's made abundantly clear time and time and TIME AGAIN that she means everything to Jonathan, to a point that she was his exact reason to standing up against Dio for the first time) but without fail she's only ever allowed to be the supportive best friend. Or a wingman for Jonathan and whoever he's being shipped with. Or simply supposed to sit there and allow her husband to have a male lover (the amount of posts I've seen of ppl using the excuse that 'it was very common back in the Victorian Era for men to keep male lovers that their wives were aware of and quietly accepted so it isn't a stretch to say that Erina and Jonathan wouldn't be the same--especially given how progressive she's written". Or of course my favorite when they completely erase her from the narrative and pretends she doesn't exist Jonathan's got their son for some reason, but nope she ain't there! 

a lot of times ppl who ship her CANON HUSBAND jonathan joestar with speedwagon will put her on the back burner of HER OWN CANON RELATIONSHIP in favor of propping up jonawagon, to the point where 90% of the archive for jonawagon/jonawagon(eri) is either erina giving jonathan and speedwagon consent to be happy together while she acts like a #LoveIsLove wingman OR they'll have the audacity to write fics where erina comforts speedwagon at HER HUSBAND'S FUNERAL

Our hero’s hot wife who was the first (and arguably) only person to give him the emotional support he needed. She’s the only person who never expects him to fulfill some mythical role, she just loves him for who he is. She’s been his best friend and the love of his life since he was 12 years old. When it comes to hero/sidekick ship, she’s forced to be a wing woman for her own husband, either nobly letting him go or peacefully agreeing to an open relationship but only for him!!! She gets nothing out of it, she’s just a good Victorian wife who is “ahead of her time”. Usually, just so she can provide a womb so that the hero/sidekick can be dads and she can conveniently be offscreen. OR she’s written as a lesbian in order to completely and “justifiably” take her out of the equation but there’s a.) no other woman in her vicinity to even ship her with b.) there’s vaguely some faceless, nameless woman we’re meant to assume she’s pursuing, not even a real OC for her.

Suzi Q

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All she's literally ever done is have a few cute exchanges with Joseph and be a sweetheart in the short time we get to see her following her minor introduction, clearly cementing some sort of playful attraction between the two and without fail she's consistently bombarded with extreme mischaracterization to make her seem vapid and cruel (and occasionally homophobic but like in a Completely Oblivious Dumb Blonde way), that she's nothing more than a gold digger who wanted to marry rich, that Joseph only married her because "he lost his actual soulmate and had to settle for her", and that it was HER fault that Joseph cheated on her decades into their marriage. Frankly, everyone who makes jokes at Suzi Q's expense regarding the cheating scandal aren't as funny as they think they are!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Literally all she’s ever done is be adorable and marry the hero and people either dismiss her completely or demonize her. She’s often ignored or made to play wing woman for the hero/sidekick ship OR she’s a horrible gold digger who only wants the hero for his money and/or she was only ever just a consolation prize for him when he couldn’t be with his sidekick. She also gets blamed for her husband having an affair. People like to say that she wasn’t good enough for him and could never replace his sidekick and that clearly he never REALLY loved her and it’s her fault for never measuring up. Her husband’s infidelity aside, she stayed married to that man for at least 60 years and canonically says she always believes in him and trusts him to save the day and yet people wanna say she doesn’t care about him. Or call her stupid for never imagining that her husband would cheat on her. The victim blaming gets really gross.

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My kind of won. J.w Comforting you || 424 words

As much as im a horny piece of shit, i love fluffy won. (song: my kind of woman)

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“Don’t cry.. it’s okay..” He caressed your back softly and kissed the back of your head as you cried into his chest, gripping his t-shirt tightly and smudging your mascara all over his shirt. “It’s all my fault..” you let out small whines and sighs between crying your heart out. “Honey, look at me” He took you by your cheeks lifting your head towards him and stared into your red eyes. “You are the most beautiful, precious, kind, loving, caring, funny, perfect girlfriend anyone could ever ask for. I love you so so much, okay?” He shook your head as he stared into your soul. His soft brown cat eyes were full of love and concern. You couldn’t hold back your tears as you felt every single word he said. He gave you a peck on your swollen and red lips. “Do you know how much i care for you? You have no idea how much i love you and the things i’d do for you. Please don’t blame yourself. Your perfect like this. You aren’t in the wrong. You are enough, okay?” He wiped your tears off of your eyes with his thumbs and smiled softly and reassuringly. You cried and cried as he pulled you closer to his chest and hugged you tightly. “It’s all gonna be okay.. everything is gonna be alright..” He was caressing your back and playing with your hair as you dried your tears onto his shirt. “W-won… you know i love you so so much, right?” You looked up at him with a pout to cover how your crying face looked like. “Of course i know that, baby. Now come here.” He pulled you onto his lap even closer to him and he went to lay back on the bed with you in his soft and loving arms. “We’re just going to rest here, mmkay? I love you so much y/n”

You fell asleep to his soft touch. In his warm embrace.

“Morning beautiful” he kissed your cheek and caressed your shoulder. You were still on his lap, hugging him. His soft smile made you instantly warm and happy. “Did you sleep alright?” He scooted next to you and placed his other hand on your cheek to stroke it gently. “You’re so cute right now…” he booped your nose and kissed you again. “I-I slept alright..” you rubbed your eyes and yawned. “I hope you feel a little better now…” You simply nodded and softly smiled as you took a sip of the water he gave you.

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