#like hypothetically. if it were her and she was already under the stress of the situation and then iroh got on her nerves

[lucydixon]

Basement Betrayal pt.2

Summary: Øystein wakes up after the two of you have your worst fight yet and finds you gone. When he finds you, he realizes very quickly just how badly he fucked up. Warning: Hypothetical SA

In the morning, you were gone, and Øystein stood behind the counter, blinking at your empty bed. 

He hadn’t really thought about it before, but you rarely left the store alone, and you definitely never left without saying anything. 

He glanced out the front windows to try and see if he could see you outside, but the streets were entirely barren. 

The shop owner gnawed on his bottom lip, but got on with his day, opening the store and letting Faust and Occultus in to set up. 

They’d asked where you were and he had to tell them that he didn’t know while trying not to look like he’d been thinking about it all morning. 

Faust had made a comment about it being weird that you just disappeared, then went to look over your bunk. 

“Uh, all her stuff is gone?” He looked up at Øystein like he should’ve noticed. 

“What?” he frowned. Looking it over for himself. 

It looked the same as it usually did, but when he looked closer, he saw that all your jewelry was gone from the windowsill and your sketchbooks weren’t sitting on the shelf above the TV. 

“Her clothes are still here.” He pointed out. 

“She doesn’t give a shit about her clothes.” Faust shook his head, already looking a bit concerned. He was obviously trying to hide it, though. “She took all the important stuff with her.” 

“For fuck’s sake.” Øystein muttered under his breath, “We have rehearsal this afternoon.” 

“Maybe she’ll be there?” Occultus shrugged, picking out a record to play. “She’s never late for anything, ever. It’s like her thing.” 

“So is wandering off.” Øystein reminded himself. “I’m sure she’s fine. Probably just out robbing a bank or something.” 

Occultus laughed, but Faust didn’t. 

When he got to the henhouse, you were, in fact, there, chatting with Jan Axel as if everything was normal. 

He almost made a comment about your disappearing act, but held back and just started setting up, doing all he could to act like he didn’t give a shit. 

He told himself that you were just being sensitive. 

That you needed to toughen up if you were going to keep hanging out with them now that they were getting into the hard stuff.

But he knew that it was just him trying to convince himself. 

“Are you two done fucking around?” He snapped once he’d gotten set up. 

You and Jan blinked at him before taking your places. 

You gave him a sharp look, but turned your attention to your instrument, eager to get this over with so you could go back to being alone. 

The beginning notes of ‘funeral frog’ began to play, and you let your stress dissolve into the music, bobbing your head to the beat, hair blocking all views of Øystein and anything else that might distract you. 

The session was tense, but the music was there. 

Øystein had been planning on asking you if you’d record the next album with them, but your spat the night before kept him from opening his mouth. 

“Do you want a ride back to the shop?” Jan offered, able to feel the animosity between his bandmates from across the room. 

“No thanks.” You gave him a warm smile and went back to packing your things. 

He hesitated in the doorway, about to insist, but thought better of it and left. 

“So, Jan drove you out here,” Øystein spoke finally, shouldering his guitar case. 

“No,” you didn’t look up to meet his gaze, “I met him here, same as you.” 

“How’d you get here then?” His brows pulled together slightly. 

“I took the bus.” You shrugged. 

“The closest bus stop is a two-hour walk from here.” 

“That’s right.” 

“And you did all that just so you didn’t have to sit in the car with me for twenty minutes?” 

“Mhmm.” You just hummed, heading for the door. 

“You’re being ridiculous.” He told you, doing all he could not to apologize. “Just get in the car, I’ll drive you back.” 

“I don’t need you to.” 

“So you’re gonna be a brat and walk to the bus stop just to prove a point?” 

“No,” you frowned, looking at him finally. “That would be silly. I don’t need you to drive me back to the store, because I’m not going back.” 

“What?” He couldn’t help the shock in his voice, “Where are you going then?” 

“I moved back into the house,” you pointed across the lot at the decrepit farmhouse that looked about the same as it did when you’d left it months before. “I’ll keep coming to practice until you find someone to replace me.” 

“And what?” Øystein leaned back against the Volvo, looking at you in disbelief. “You’re just never going to see any of us again?” 

“Of course not.” you sighed, “They’re still my friends. I’ll be at gigs and stuff, I just can’t live with you anymore.” 

“All this because Varg asked you to strip and I asked if you and Faust were fucking?” He scoffed, leaning into the anger instead of the ache in his chest at the thought of not having you around anymore. 

“That’s an awfully simplified version of what happened last night, don’t you think?” 

“Yeah? How did it happen inside your head? Huh?” He asked. 

“Inside my head,” you repeated slowly, shaking your head. 

“I’m gonna continue this conversation only because if I don’t I’m gonna be all pissed off and I’ll do something I'm gonna regret.” your jaw flexed “Let's start with Varg.” 

“He did not just ask me to strip.” You fought not to start screaming at him. “He demanded it, just to see if you would let it happen, and you did. Keep that in mind when we get to the next part.” 

Øystein watched you rant with a frown on his face. 

“You were about to sit there and watch me take all my clothes off, in front of him, another man, and let him do god knows what he was planning. But I sit upstairs and watch a movie with Faust, who has never done anything to me, hasn’t so much as hurt my feelings while you’ve been a raging asshole from the minute I met you, is just too much for you to handle?” 

“I wouldn’t have let Varg do anythi-” He started, but you cut him off. 

“I don’t believe you,” You told him seriously, a slight rattle in the back of your throat. “That shit last night scared me Øystein. You just fucking sat there and watched. I don’t trust you anymore.” 

You felt vulnerable and unprotected, which felt insane to think since you’d spent most of your life watching out for yourself. To be fair, you’d been lucky enough not to experience anything too scary. Devastating and upsetting, sure. But last night in the basement had been the first time you’d felt genuine, cold fear in a very long time. 

Your switchblade could only do so much. 

If Varg had decided to tear it out of your hands and risk slicing his hand open, he could easily overtake you, and you knew it. 

You’d never actually had to use any of your blades on people, the threat had always been enough to scare them off, but Varg was around all the time. You couldn’t get away from him and genuinely feared the inevitable moment where the two of you found themselves in a room together alone. 

If Øystein wasn’t willing to get in between the two of you, then you’d be fucked. 

As much as you hated to admit it, and how it went against everything you’d stood for up until that point, you knew that not all that deep down, you wanted Øystein to protect you. 

And he didn’t. 

“You can trust me.” He insisted, finally feeling the severity of what he’d done. “I wouldn’t let anyone hurt you.” 

“I genuinely, with everything in me, wish that I believed that,” you smiled sadly. “But I don’t.” 

“I’m sorry.” He told you, looking genuine and a little panicked, “For all of it. I am. I don’t know what to do to help you trust me, or why I’m such a dick to you all the time. I don’t even realize what I’m doing is wrong half the time until you bring it up.” 

“So you mean to tell me that when you were sitting there with Varg, waiting for me to take off my clothes, you didn’t fucking feel anything?” you were angry now, spitting your words through your teeth “No part of you thought that it might be wrong to just sit there?” 

He opened his mouth, then closed it. Unable to argue. 

“Imagine being me.” You told him seriously, your tone ice cold “I’m a lot smaller than you, I don’t have anywhere near as much muscle as you do, and I have to live with the knowledge that if you or any other man decides that they’re going to switch up on me and try to hurt me, there’s really not a whole lot I can do about it.” 

“Think about that, then put yourself in my shoes last night. I’m standing there with someone that I’m close to, someone who I trust because I have no reason not to,” you continued, staring directly into his eyes. “Then that person sits back and watches while some guy he barely knows demands that I take my clothes off. Imagine the tone of his fucking voice.” 

“What did you think was going to happen if I hadn’t left? If I’d been too scared to after being spoken to like that? Were you going to watch me take off my clothes, shaking in fear? Would you have watched him fuck me? Even if I was crying?” 

“Stop.” He physically flinched just thinking about it “I never would have let-” 

“But you let it get far enough that I had to pull a knife on him.” 

“I knew you could handle yourself.” Øystein told you, his eyes swimming with regret, “I shouldn’t have let it go that far, I know that. But if he had tried to touch you, I would’ve done something. I swear.” 

“I don’t know what I can do to fix it.” 

“You can’t.” you scoffed, “It happened.” 

“Wait.” There was a slight creak in his voice, desperate and pleading as he started to really panic. He wasn’t going to be able to talk you out of this one. “Just come back with me, I’m sorry! I’m so fucking sorry!” 

You could see that he really was this time, but it didn’t bring you much comfort. 

“You want me to go find him right now and beat the shit out of him?” He asked seriously, “Cause I will. I’d do anything for you.” 

“What I want is for you to leave me the fuck alone, Øystein.”

You left him standing there and hauled your Bass back up to the house, not looking back even once.  

You realized very quickly that moving back into the house was a terrible idea and that you’d yet again made an impulsive decision and immediately regretted it. 

The power was out since nobody had been paying the bill. The only place that had any was the Henhouse, but only because of the generator that had ben hauled out there long before you met the boys. The water ran, but only because it came from a well on the property, and it certainly wasn’t warm. 

Aside from the logistics, you were acutely aware that you’d never actually been completely alone in the house before. There was always someone there. 

Now, it felt haunted and hollow, and you felt like tearing your hair out. 

It was pouring rain outside and far too cold to go out without a coat, which you hadn’t thought to bring with you. 

You hadn’t really brought any of your things with you. 

Just some sketchbooks and your jewelry

Your bass lived in the henhouse usually, so you didn’t have to haul it around. There was one back at the shop that you used to practice.

You hadn’t thought to bring that either. 

You stood near the window until you couldn’t tell what time it was. It only seemed to be getting colder, and after a certain point, you had to give up and go up into your old room. 

You didn’t even make it to the top of the stairs. 

Your eyes landed on Pelle’s door, and you just froze. 

You couldn’t do it. 

Instead of spending the night in the living room and waiting to take the bus in the morning, you stashed your belongings in the henhouse and started walking towards Oslo. 

Ten minutes in, you thought about turning around. 

Your clothes were wet, and you were cold, but you thought about the house and Pelle’s door and couldn’t make yourself do it. 

An hour in, your clothes were soaking wet. 

Another, and you could feel the weight of the water. 

You could barely see out in front of you, and by the time you finally reached the edge of the city, you couldn’t feel your nose or fingers. 

Dividers made by @saradika-graphics

[mugentakeda]

i deeply understand the hilarity in zuko being dumb in fics but when i read fics that are centered around him and iroh they always depict iroh being too wise when iroh being stupid occasionally was literally part of book 1 and 2s comedy. its important to me personally. mind you if zukos head wasnt nearly entirely bald against his will in book 1 then most of it would be grey hairs and it would be all irohs fault. buying random knick knacks off zukos monthly banishment budget when he had mouths to feed. turning the whole ship around for a singular tile off his nonsensical board game (itd been a farse to keep him off the gaangs trail but still.). his funky ass sandals. that ship is too small for him not to be washing his feet. running around hot springs while butt ass naked. flirting with women. making zuko socialize with zhaos bald and ignorant self

and thats not even covering book 2. eating poisonous flowers in the middle of nowhere then nearly dying. ruining the potential of zuko having a situationship with the cool mysterious tall boy with curved swords in ba sing se just to heat up his lame tea. No wonder zuko always lost it with him. i know i wouldve too. occasionally hed play the dumb old man card if it benefit him in some way but im telling u rn the other 85% was him just being stupid. It runs in the family. i wont stand for this erasure

[inkdrinkerworld]

Spencer doesn’t know when the habit had developed, but it had.

You’re standing next to him while your relationship was still a BAU best kept secret, in the kitchenette and almost softly and absentmindedly, his nose brushes your shoulder when no one is looking, his lips following soon after.

That was offense number one (not that you minded.)

Number two came when you were upset, stressed beyond belief from playing politics in the BAU and trying to keep them from another court scandal.

Spencer was reading the file over your shoulder- a list of the BAU’s shortcomings in the words of Erin Strauss- and at your stressed sigh his nose presses into the material of your blazer and then his lips follow.

“I’m sorry angel.” You shake your head at his words.

“Not your fault, Spence. They hired me to play politics but they’re stretching things too far. It’s all a bunch of hypotheticals and exaggerations.”

Spencer knows what it’s like, he’s been under the criticism before with the rest of his team, he’s seen what it can do to be under the microscope like this.

“I can bring you a sugar donut from the kitchen.” You smile, leaning your head back over your chair and onto his chest.

“You’re the best ever.” Spencer rolls his eyes as he kisses your forehead.

“I’ll be back before you know it.”

Emily sees the next time it happens and she honestly can’t believe her eyes.

Spencer abhors public displays of affection, he really really does. Everyone knows it, and yet you’re sleepy on the jet, already in your pyjamas as you sit beside him.

Despite Strauss’ plan for you to divulge information about the team, they’d all come to love you and your fierce protection of them.

You’re one of them; even before you’d gotten with Spencer.

“Just close your eyes,” Spencer murmurs, his own eyes heavy, but he wants you to sleep first. You’d not been having the best time in Oklahoma with them, you’d been up the majority of the week helping them with the case and keeping the legalities between the jurisdictions and the statue of limitations on some of the evidence.

A yawn tears through your words, “I just wanna finish my tea, Spence.” Spencer hums, watches you take a few more sips of your peppermint tea and then reach for your bag. You tug a thin blanket from it and drape it over your legs.

“You okay, mama?” Derek asks as he sips his bourbon. You turn your head, that sluggish feeling of moving through mud filling your head.

“Tired, dunno how you guys aren’t.”

JJ laughs, “We all slept babe, you were the only one trooping through.”

You shrug, Spencer’s hand tucks between your cheek and shoulder. Emily pretends to be busy pouring her own bourbon while everyone else goes about their own wind down routines, she sees the ease with which Spencer’s nose presses into the hill of your shoulder and then his kiss imprints on the same spot.

You melt under the affection too, a sticky and gooey as your face leans into his palm and your eyes shut.

“Alright, Spence.” She whispers, smiling a little as Spencer strokes your hair and your eyes become heavier.

[buckyandgeraltsupremacy]

remus x shy!reader (part 2)

i'm a whore for slow burns and so this little mini series will be a slow burn

author: sj

warnings: fluff, full moon possessiveness, slow burn, reader is described as having longish hair and uses she/her prounouns

part one / part three / part four / part five

masterlist

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this was your first full moon around remus since discovering he was a werewolf. you weren't nervous, just relieved you finally knew what was going on.

remus was terrified. everyone knew he got a little snappier when it came close to the full moon. he got wound tighter and tighter until happened and the last thing he wanted to do was snap at you.

you were 3 days away from the moon and you just finished with classes, following the boys to their common room to study with remus like normal.

you collapsed on the couch and remus fell into the cushion next to you. you both worked silently together for a while until you found remus significantly closer to you than he was before, your thigh pressed to his.

you weren't bothered by this, but remus was slowly combusting silently. he just felt this unexplained need to be touching you at all times. it started this morning when you were in class with him. your slytherin desk partner had his arm touching yours while you were both taking notes and remus thought he was going to lose. it.

at lunch he made sure he was next to you and that helped his need to be touching you. he usually started to ache before the full moons, but it seemed when you were close that he suddenly forgot about the pain and was only thinking about you. hence why he was trying to get closer to you while in the common room.

you sighed and put your books on the floor. you yawned and you slouched into the couch. remus studied you and noticed the tension you were carrying.

"lay down, bun. close your eyes for a while." remus said, patting his thigh. you nod and lay down your head on his thigh, hair cascading into his lap. remus felt his nerves start to calm and gently started running your hair through his fingers. he delicately plucked at your hair and fiddled with it.

about an hour later, sirius got restless and groaned dramatically on the floor.

"ughhhhh. i'm so bored. wake flea up so she can sneak to the kitchens with me and charm the elves." he said, rolling towards remus. remus stiffened.

"no. let her sleep. she's stressed and is actually resting right now. and if you wake her up, i will wait till you fall asleep tonight and find an insect to crawl into your ear and eat the little brains you have left." he said, it coming out a little more aggressive than remus intended, but feeling extremely protective of you.

the next day, all remus could think about was you. it was a saturday so he didn't expect to see you unless you wanted to come to the common room. and low and behold, you came through the portrait hole and came over to the boys with a small smile.

almost reflexively, remus' hands flew up to grab you as you passed, pulling you down almost on top of him as you passed. you gasped and giggled as you fell onto the couch next to remus, extending them over remus' sideways. remus sighed and pulled you into a hug and mumbled into your hair about how much he missed you.

"ew." peter mumurs.

"i had a theory that you would get possessive near the full moon and this is only proving me right." james says. your cheeks flush red and remus pulls back to look you in the eye.

"i just missed my bun is all. doesn't mean i'm some possessive alpha male." remus scoffs, looking towards the boys.

"your bun?! she's all of ours mate. not like you're dating the girl." sirius says, trying to get under remus' skin. remus' hands tighten around you, sirius' words already making remus' hypothetical hackles rise. remus, not wanting to admit sirius is right, just puts his head back to your shoulder and whispers, 'my bun'.

thus how you found out that remus gets a little possessive close to the full moon.

[dingodad]

Do you think that any of the other alpha trolls like Damara or Latula or Porrim could have been a bigger part of the act 5 “meet your maker” theme? Or was Aranea only able to be such a big role since Vriska based so much of her identity on Mindfang and her journal?

haha it's cool. it's fun to weigh up how this might work for other characters. post got long so rambling about porrim and damara under the cut

porrim and damara probably do come the closest to worthwhile contenders for main character status after latula. but looking at porrim you can also kind of see why this never would have worked for anyone else as well as it worked for vriska and aranea. which is that vriska died and left this massive shadow over the story that manifested in aranea. whereas for porrim to join the main cast would kind of just put two kanayas in the story? which is obviously not to say kanaya and porrim are exactly the same, just that the story does not really need a second jadeblood character to serve the purpose of expanding on kanaya's upbringing when kanaya is Still There in the story.

plus kanaya sort of already had roxy as a thematic mirror in that respect. being economical about character archetypes has always been a pretty big priority for homestuck. and even with all this said porrim still expands our understanding of the story quite a lot in just the small time she's around so it's not like homestuck didn't get the use out of her that it needed to.

(to this same end while you probably could imagine an alternate version of homestuck where kankri wasn't a douche dag because he had to fill a heroic role, from a strictly pragmatic story telling point of view the story just did not have a niche for another heroic vantas. if kid signless was a righteous warrior against evil that would just be karkat. we have this exact karkat right now in hs2)

damara is an interesting one to think about because retrospectively she is without doubt the character that homestuck Wronged the most and there are a lot of different ways we can imagine a hypothetically reimagined homestuck might want to approach her. the fact that she's a racialised sex-object stereotype in itself does speak a lot to the kind of themes the hemospectrum touches on - but the implication that turning into a murderous schoolgirl is just, like, a transformation she naturally undergoes whenever she's put under stress is weird! she's obviously not afforded the same kind of nuance that vriska is.

damara occupies a really unique position with her very direct relationship to the main villain and to the way alternia was created - possibly even moreso than meenah has - and hussie even tries to insinuate in commentary that the ghosts of her ancestors that aradia was always talking to were literally her ancestor damara. so there are totally avenues through which she could be saved as a character. i guess the question is just whether fleshing her out would service the greater story. to explore alternia via the handmaid would do a lot for getting into the gritty details of how the hemospectrum influenced alternian society, but that's never really been something homestuck cared all that much about doing; and again, even if it WAS, it still had aradia floating around if it needed a megido. and having aradia around as a character who is alive but not really important anymore was enough of a gimmick i think

[gods-favorite-autistic]

Fantasy High Incorrect Quotes

Fig: I can explain.

Sandra Lynn: Can you?

Fig: If you give me thirty seconds to think of a lie.

~

Kristen: A theif.

Adaine: Thief?

Kristen: Theif.

Adaine: I before E, except after C.

Kristen: Thceif.

Adaine: No

~

Somebody: How many kids do you have?

Jawbone: Biologically, emotionally, or legally?

~

Riz: Ok, maybe playing ‘whose family is most dysfunctional’ wasn’t the best idea we’ve had. Fabian's been crying in the bathroom for an hour. We can’t get him out...

~

Kristen: Change is inedible.

Gorgug: Don't you mean inevitable?

Kristen, spitting out coins: No, I did not

~

Riz: I think I'm having a mid-life crisis.

Sklonda: You're like 15 years old

Riz: I MIGHT DIE AT 30!

~

Fig: If there's going to be a big dramatic scene, wait until I get back.

Fabian: Of course. I can't flip this table by myself.

~

Jawbone: You often use humor to deflect trauma

Kristen: Thank you

Jawbone: I didn't say that was a good thing

Kristen: What I'm hearing is, you think I'm funny

~

Fig giving bardic: I've already sent good vibes your way… they’re coming. There’s nothing you can do to stop them.

Gorgug: This is the most threatening way I’ve ever been cheered up.

~

Riz: Please, I'm begging you go to Kristen.

Fabian: I'm sorry is this OUR stab wound? Stay out of it.

~

Kipperlily: Okay. I get it. We’ve had a really hard time lately, we’re stressed out, seven people died-

Ivy: Twelve, actually.

Kipperlily: Not the point. Look, they're dead now and really whose fault is that?

Oisin: Yours!

Kipperlily: That's right: no one's.

~

Fabian: Okay, truth or dare?

Riz: Truth

Fabian: How many hours have you slept this week?

Riz:

Riz: ...Dare

Fabian: Go to bed.

Riz: I don’t like this game.

~

Gorgug: Why are you on the floor?

Fig: I'm depressed.

Fig: Also I was stabbed, can you get Kristen, please.

~

Store Worker: Would a Mr. Jawbone please come to the front desk?

Jawbone, arriving at the desk: Hello, is there a problem?

Store Worker: *points to Fig and Kristen*

Store Worker: I believe they belong to you?

Fig and Kristen, simultaneously: We got lost :(

Jawbone: I didn’t even bring you guys here with me-

~

Riz: Here’s a fun Christmas idea. We hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it.

Sklonda: Riz no.

Adaine: Mistlefoe.

Sklonda: Please stop encouraging him.

~

Adaine: Hey Kristen,

Kristen: Yes?

Adaine: Can a person breathe inside a washing machine while it’s on?

Kristen:

Kristen: Where’s Aelwyn?

~

Fabian: I’m kind of crushing on someone, but I’m worried about telling you who it is, because you’re not going to like it

Adaine: Just rip the bandage off.

Fabian: It’s Aelwyn.

Adaine: Put the bandage back on.

~

Riz: I love you guys, you're the best thing that's happened to me.

Fabian: We're the best thing that's ever happened to you?

Riz: Yes!

Kristen: I'm starting to feel a little sorry for you.

~

Jawbone: I trust the Bad Kids.

Sandra Lynn: You think they know what they're doing?

Jawbone: I wouldn't go that far.

~

Fig: If Kristen and I were drowning, who would you save?

Adaine: You two can’t swim?

Kristen: It’s a hypothetical question, Adaine! who would you save?

Adaine: my time and effort.

~

Fig: Come on, I wasn’t that drunk last night.

Gorgug: You were flirting with Ayda.

Fig: So what? She’s my girlfriend.

Gorgug: You asked her if she was single.

Fig:

Gorgug: And then you cried when they said they weren't.

~

Fig: What if I press the brake and gas at the same time?

Kristen: The car takes a screenshot.

Gorgug, fixing the Hangvan: For the last time, get the fuck out.

~

Cop: You’re receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle.

Fabian: Shit.

Riz: Wait, three?

Cop: Yeah?

Fig: OH MY GOD KRISTEN FELL OFF!!!

~

Fig: You lying, cheating, piece of shit!

Kristen: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD

Fig: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING ADAINE WITH ME

Gorgug, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.

~

Riz: *Gently taps table*

Adaine: *Taps back*

Kristen: What are they doing?

Fabian: Morse code.

Riz: *Aggressively taps table*

Adaine: *Slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

~

Gorgug: Riz isn’t answering his phone

Fabian: I’ll call

Gorgug: Adaine and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi-

Riz: Hello?

~

Adaine: Good responses for being stabbed with a knife?

Fabian: Rude.

Fig: That’s fair.

Kristen: Not again.

Riz: Are you going to want this back?

~

Adaine: Poison is a magic transmutation potion that turns people into corpses.

Fig: This knife is actually a magic wand.

Kristen: Meet me in the Denny’s parking lot for a wizard duel.

Riz: *cocks gun* Magic missile.

Sandra Lynn: What the fuck is wrong with you people.

~

Adaine: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast?

Fabian: Several traffic violations.

Kristen: Three counts of resisting arrest.

Riz: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks.

Fig: Also, that’s not our car.

~

Adaine: Are we really going to let Fabian keep Riz?

Fig: We kept Kristen.

~

Fabian, walking into his house: Hello, people who do not live here.

Kristen: Hey.

Adaine: Hi.

Gorgug: Hello.

Fig: Hey!

Fabian: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only!

Riz: We were out of Doritos.

[hummingbird24220]

Chapter Forty Seven: Usopp University (Where Chaos Is the Curriculum)

You were lost.

Not physically—you knew every corner of the Sunny like the back of your paw.

No, this was a mental crisis.

Everyone was too hot, too cool, too emotionally devastating, and your poor little goblin heart was cracking under the pressure of Too Many Crushes.

So naturally, you turned to the worst possible source of emotional advice.

Usopp.

You found him in his workshop, tinkering with something that looked halfway between a slingshot and a war crime.

You flopped dramatically onto the floor beside him, tail curling and uncurling in stress.

“Usopp,” you said with the most serious voice you could muster. “I have a problem.”

He paused. “Is it stealing-related? Because I already told you, if you take another screw out of my door hinge, I will cry.”

“No, no, this is worse.” You leaned in, eyes wide. “It’s a heart problem.”

He gasped. “Are you dying?!”

“No! I’m in love!”

He gasped again. “With me?!”

You stared. “No.”

“Oh. Right. Of course.” He coughed. “Naturally. So. What kind of love?”

You flopped harder, paws over your face. “Too much. I love everyone a little. A lot. In different ways. Sometimes my tail twitches when Zoro lifts something heavy. Sometimes I get flustered when Sanji holds my face to check for crumbs. Sometimes I see Nami do the money eyes and I want to kneel. Help me.”

Usopp stood. Stretched. Tapped his chest.

“You’ve come to the right man.”

Bad idea.

Usopp's Love Advice, Step One: “Obviously, you need to rank them. That’s how all great heroes do it.”

You: “Rank them how?”

“Battle strength. Face. Abs. Smolder power. Potential in an emotional crisis. Kissing skills—”

“I HAVE NOT KISSED ANY OF THEM.”

“Then just guess!”

Step Two: “Write down your pros and cons. Like—Zoro has amazing arms, but he also stares like he’s plotting your death.”

“He is plotting my death.”

“Romantic!”

Step Three: “Figure out who you'd save first in a sea king attack.”

“…I’d probably leap into the sea myself.”

“...Okay, you might be in too deep.”

Step Four: “Test the waters. Flirt wildly and see who gets flustered.”

“I already do that.”

“Then flirt worse.”

By the time you left his room, your head was spinning with wild suggestions:

Fake a love triangle.

Stage a dramatic faint into someone’s arms.

Ask who’s most emotionally available and see who cries.

“Test cuddle density per square inch” (???)

You wandered back onto the deck in a daze, tail twitching, notebook full of absolute nonsense.

Robin looked up from her book. “You spoke to Usopp, didn’t you?”

“…I have no idea what I’m doing.”

She smiled knowingly. “That means you’re doing it right.”

-

Dinner aboard the Thousand Sunny was always lively.

Tonight was no exception—Luffy was inhaling meat at alarming speeds, Zoro was pretending not to enjoy Sanji’s cooking while inhaling it anyway, Nami was sipping wine with calculated elegance, and Robin was reading over her cup like she knew something no one else did (she did).

And you?

You were on a mission.

Armed with your Not Suspicious At All Notebook (handmade, covered in stickers, titled “For Science”), you perched at the table with an unusually focused gleam in your eyes.

Sanji set a plate in front of you with a smile. “For my fluffiest guest—tonight’s special.”

You beamed. “Thanks, Leggy Love.”

He chuckled, flustered. Zoro made a gagging noise. Everything was as expected.

Then you opened your notebook. And clicked your pen. Loudly.

“I have questions.”

Several forks paused mid-air.

“Zoro,” you said, eyes locked on him. “Would you say your brooding level is natural, or the result of emotional repression?”

Zoro raised an eyebrow. “What.”

You scribbled something. “Good. Good. Keeping it vague. Mysterious.”

“Sanji,” you turned, tail flicking. “If a girl were to hypothetically faint in your arms, would you panic or monologue about her beauty first?”

Sanji blinked. “I—I mean, depends on how hard she fainted—?”

“Writing that down.”

Zoro muttered, “What kind of idiot faints on purpose?”

“Shut up, Strong Waist.”

Zoro choked on his drink.

“Luffy,” you called sweetly.

He looked up, cheeks full of food. “Yefh?”

“If someone kissed you right now, would you die, explode, or marry them?”

“Marry!” he said cheerfully, crumbs everywhere.

“Dangerous. Noted.”

“Chopper!”

“Me?!”

“How many cuddles per day do you consider optimal before you combust emotionally?”

Chopper turned beet red and squeaked, “THREE—no—FIVE—WAIT—”

“Perfect,” you purred, writing furiously. “Robin?”

Robin smiled behind her wine. “Yes?”

“If you had to pick a life partner… what trait would you value most?”

She didn’t even pause. “Emotional intelligence.”

“Gasp,” you whispered. “That’s so valid.”

“Nami.”

She narrowed her eyes. “This is some kind of scheme, isn’t it?”

“Nooo,” you said, drawing a little money sign next to her name. “Totally innocent. Totally hypothetical. For science.”

Usopp, halfway down the table, finally asked, “Wait—are you doing the rankings?!”

You slammed your notebook shut.

“NO.”

Chopper gasped. “You are!”

Sanji leaned over. “Did I win??”

Zoro rolled his eyes. “You’re asking if she’s ranking you—look at her. She’s sweating.”

“I’M JUST CURIOUS ABOUT YOUR ATTRIBUTES.”

“YOU CALLED ME STRONG WAIST EARLIER.”

“AND I STAND BY IT.”

Robin chuckled. “You know this only makes them try harder now, right?”

You grinned, notebook held tight to your chest. “Oh, I’m counting on it.”

---

It was supposed to be a normal morning.

The kind of morning where the sun peeked over the horizon, the ship rocked gently beneath the crew, and maybe—just maybe—you wouldn’t be the center of absolute chaos.

But unfortunately for everyone else...

You were a cat.

And Luffy? Well, he let you do whatever you wanted.

Zoro walked out onto the deck, rubbing sleep from his eyes, ready to start his morning training—

And froze.

Hard.

“…What the hell is happening.”

Sanji came out of the galley next with a cup of coffee, blinked once—

And promptly spit it all over the railing.

Because there you were.

Kneeling behind Luffy, legs tucked under you, tail flicking in concentration, grooming the top of his head with slow, methodical licks.

Your tongue was stuck in his hair.

Your ears were pinned back.

You looked absolutely focused.

Luffy? Grinning like a dummy.

“This is nice,” he sighed, melting into your lap like a golden retriever who’d found heaven.

You paused to gag slightly, a tuft of black hair still caught on your tongue.

“Ugh. Captain fur. Tastes like meat and ocean.”

“THANK YOU,” Luffy chirped.

Zoro’s mouth opened. Closed.

Sanji pointed. “You’re LICKING him.”

“GROOMING,” you corrected proudly, fur puffed. “It’s bonding.”

“It’s weird!” Sanji hissed.

“It’s endearing!” Luffy said with a huge smile.

“I’m gonna be sick,” Zoro muttered.

By the time Nami arrived and saw the scene—Luffy looking freshly-licked, your tongue hanging out in defeat, and two fully broken men on either side—

She made a sound that could only be described as “mother-at-the-end-of-her-rope.”

Cut to: the entire crew assembled on deck like it’s an emergency meeting.

You sat cross-legged in front of them, hair still slightly frizzed, tongue out, looking deeply unbothered.

Luffy sat beside you with dreamy eyes and noticeably damp hair.

Nami stood at the helm of this intervention, arms crossed, sigh loaded.

“Okay. We need to talk. About boundaries.”

“Boundaries are fake,” you muttered.

Nami raised a brow. “Would you like me to start grooming you?”

You hissed.

“Exactly.”

Robin sipped her tea. “To be fair, this is very feline behavior.”

Usopp whispered to Chopper, “Do you think she’d try to groom you?”

“I’M A DOCTOR,” Chopper said, flustered. “AND NOT THAT KIND OF MAMMAL.”

Brook raised a hand. “May I volunteer to be groomed—”

“NO.” everyone said at once.

Nami sighed and knelt in front of you, calm but firm.

“Sweetheart. You’re soft. We love you. But you cannot go around licking people.”

“...Even if they let me?” you pouted.

She glanced at Luffy.

Luffy gave her two enthusiastic thumbs up. “Ten out of ten! Would be licked again!”

Nami rubbed her temples. “Okay. Consent is important. But also so is not giving someone a hairball.”

You blinked. “So... supervised licking?”

“NO LICKING.”

You groaned and flopped onto your side.

Luffy patted your head. “You’re still my number one fluffy.”

You sighed dramatically, tongue still slightly out.

You were forbidden from grooming for now.

But everyone knew…

It was only a matter of time.

--

You had found a loophole.

Nami’s scolding from earlier rang in your fuzzy little head on loop:

“No. More. Grooming.”

But— she hadn’t said a thing about being groomed.

And Luffy, being your most loyal emotional support himbo, was thrilled at the idea.

“You mean I get to lick YOU now?!” he gasped, eyes sparkling with chaotic joy.

You nodded solemnly.

“For science.”

Cut to: twenty minutes later.

You emerged onto the deck like a broken cryptid.

Your fur was matted in weird angles. Your ears were slicked back. There was a giant wet patch down your spine. And your tail looked like it had lost a battle with gravity.

Luffy trailed behind you proudly, chest puffed out.

“LOOK! I DID THE GROOMING!”

The crew turned to see your sorry, slobber-slicked form walk into the galley for dinner.

Sanji dropped his ladle.

Zoro choked on air.

Robin actually looked… mildly alarmed.

Usopp screamed.

“You let him—YOU LET HIM—GROOM YOU?”

“He asked nicely,” you mumbled, sitting down at the table with all the dignity of a deflated bath mat.

Nami, pinching her nose: “You found a loophole, didn’t you.”

Luffy beamed. “She’s so clean!”

“You used your mouth.” Sanji grimaced.

“I HAVE A TONGUE TOO.”

“YEAH,” you groaned, wiping your face. “But it’s not designed for this.”

That’s when the crew really looked at you.

Specifically… your tongue.

Zoro squinted. “Wait. What is your tongue made of?”

You stuck it out. Slightly curled. Rough.

Very rough.

Like sandpaper on steroids.

Brook leaned in. “Yohoho—how did we never notice that?!”

“It’s made for grooming!” Chopper gasped, fascinated. “That’s a real feline tongue! Those little hooks are like keratin barbs—like a cat’s papillae!”

“…Is that why you can lick your own elbow?” Usopp asked, eyes wide.

You nodded solemnly. “And yours, too. Wanna try?”

“NO.”

Robin raised a brow. “So Luffy attempted to groom a genetically spiked creature with a literal self-cleaning tool… using a tongue made for chewing meat.”

“Basically,” you sighed, slumped in your chair, fur sticking up in unfortunate places.

Zoro stared. “You’re dripping.”

You flicked a bit of Luffy drool from your tail. “I know.”

Sanji appeared behind you with a towel and a bowl of warm water. “Get up. You’re not eating until I fix you.”

“I have been violated by affection.”

“You let it happen,” Nami muttered, sipping her wine.

Luffy flopped beside you, grinning. “Ten out of ten. I’d do it again.”

“You will not,” Sanji growled.

You looked around the table at all of them—horrified, fascinated, disturbed—and stuck your tongue out again with a smirk.

“Next time, I’m doing everyone.”

Usopp shrieked.

Zoro fled.

Chopper took notes.

Luffy gave you a double thumbs-up.

---

You were back in the galley after dinner, damp, disheveled, and grumpy.

Sanji had dragged you in by the scruff with the exasperation of a man who had too many feelings and not enough patience for fur-related disasters.

Now you sat on a stool with your legs crossed and your arms up as if being prepped for surgery, while Sanji fussed around you with a towel and an annoyed mutter.

“Stupid captain,” he grumbled, drying behind your ears. “What kind of idiot thinks slobber counts as grooming—hold still.”

You hissed softly—not at him, but at the injustice of it all.

“Don’t tug the tail fluff,” you grumbled. “It’s sensitive.”

Sanji ignored you. “You’re soaked. Again. And now you smell like Luffy. I’m not letting him touch you ever again.”

You blinked up at him.

Tilted your head.

Then, very casually—you leaned forward and licked his cheek.

Immediate silence.

Sanji froze. Towel dangling from one hand. Eyes wide.

You leaned in again and gave his jaw a slow, deliberate lick. Then followed it with a little nip on his collarbone.

“...Soft spot,” you murmured. “You taste like spice.”

“WHAT THE HELL—”

The galley doors burst open.

Zoro: “WHAT DID I JUST WALK INTO.”

Usopp: “SHE’S GROOMING AGAIN, SOUND THE ALARMS—”

Chopper: “WHY IS SHE NIPPING—WHY IS SHE NIPPING?!”

Nami: “SANJI, SAY SOMETHING BEFORE SHE LICKS YOUR NECK—”

Sanji: “I—SHE—SHE STARTED—I’M THE VICTIM HERE—”

You calmly flicked your tail, leaned back on your stool, and licked your paw like you hadn’t just committed affection-based war crimes.

“What? I’m returning the favor.”

Robin, watching from the doorway with her teacup, chuckled. “Seems fair to me.”

Sanji was red. Practically steaming.

Zoro looked like he wanted to leap across the room and punt someone.

“She licked him,” Zoro growled.

“She bit me,” Sanji snapped back.

“IT WAS A LOVE NIP,” you shouted, ears pinned.

Luffy, suddenly popping his head through the window: “DO I GET LOVE NIPS TOO?!”

“NO.” said at least five voices at once.

Eventually, Sanji tossed the towel over your head to shut you up, muttering, “I swear you’re going to be the death of me.”

You purred.

“I better be.”

[teine-mallaichte]

Happy Friday! “I refuse to confirm or deny any accusations at this time.” for your chaos gremlin and anyone else... maybe Aveline would fit well with this one?

Ok... this got... absurd really fast 😂 sorry. I think Adrian actually possessed me.

Some absolute Adrian Hawke powered Kirkwall chaos - with Aveline and Varric as co-stars - for @dadrunkwriting

“Hawke!”

Adrian winced—just slightly—as the unmistakable voice of Aveline echoed through the front hall of the estate.

He hadn’t even made it two steps inside. Literally still in the doorway.

“A new record,” he muttered, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth as he kicked the door shut behind him.

He strolled into the drawing room, like a man completely unbothered by the storm brewing in his own home.

Aveline stood in the center of the room, arms folded, jaw set in that very specific ‘Captain of the Guard and exceptionally done with your bullshit’ expression. In full uniform—of course—looking like she’d marched straight from the barracks to deliver judgment.

To her credit, she didn’t yell again.

Instead, she fixed him with a look and said, very levelly, “To be perfectly clear, I am not even going to ask if you were involved.”

Adrian’s brows lifted.

Promising start.

“But,” she continued, “I’m giving you the opportunity to explain yourself before I start dragging names into my report.”

He stopped a few feet away, placing a hand to his chest with mock offense.

“Aveline, my oldest and dearest friend. What exactly are you accusing me of?"

A sharp snort came from the corner.

Adrian didn’t have to look. Varric was sat by the fire, feet kicked up, making himself at home.

Typical.

“Come on, Hawke,” the dwarf drawled, “you’ve got that ‘I did something incredibly clever and probably illegal’ glint in your eye. Just confess and save Red the paperwork.”

“I refuse to confirm or deny any accusations at this time,” Adrian replied smoothly, lifting his chin. “On advice of—Varric, fancy being my legal counsel?”

“I’m flattered,” Varric said. “But no.”

“You say that like it isn’t already implied in our friendship.”

“I say that like you nearly got me arrested last time. And for the record? ‘Creative repurposing of city resources’ is not a legal defense.”

Aveline pinched the bridge of her nose. “Would one of you please tell me why half the Guard is currently explaining to the Viscount’s office why the Keep was full—full—of mabari hounds this morning?”

Adrian blinked. Twice.

“…Marabi hounds?” he repeated, voice high and slightly sing-song.

“Yes. Dozens of them. Barking. Growling. Chewing the bannisters.” She stepped forward, “And our one witness gave a description of a man that sounded suspiciously like you.”

Adrian stepped back—just slightly—to give himself more room.

“I’m wounded,” he gasped, clutching his chest again. “Truly, Aveline. After everything we’ve been through, at the first whiff of adorable war dogs, you point the finger at me?”

From the chair, Varric chuckled. “You’re deflecting.”

“I’m pontificating,” Adrian shot back, then turned a winning smile on Aveline. “Where, exactly, would I even get that many hounds?”

“That is exactly what I would like to know.”

“I’d love to hear it too,” Varric added. “Because unless you’ve got a mabari breeding ring under this estate—which honestly wouldn’t even crack your top five weirdest secrets—there’s gotta be a story here. And I hate being left out of the good ones.”

Adrian raised a finger like he was about to make a grand philosophical point—then paused. Brow furrowed. Head tilted.

“…Okay. Hypothetically,” he began, slowly, “if—and I stress if—someone were to have liberated a small number of mabarii from an extremely unethical breeder just outside Lowtown… and if, during that noble endeavor, the hounds got a little excited and maybe followed said hypothetical hero back through the city… and then—accidentally—wandered into the Guard barracks because they smelled... let's say sausages…”

He spread his hands. “Is that really my—I mean, that persons—fault?”

Aveline stared at him.

Varric barked a laugh.

“I mean,” Adrian added, “the real villain here is whoever left the kitchen door open.”

“You led a pack of war dogs through the Market District, through Lowtown, into the barracks—because they smelled sausages?”

“Again,” Adrian said, voice velvety smooth, “hypothetically.”

Aveline’s eye twitched.

“You’re going to help clean this up.”

“Define ‘clean.’”

She stepped closer, very slowly. “As in: remove the dogs, fix the bannisters, and deal with the guards who now refuse to go near the training yard because, and I quote, it smells like wet fur and, I quote, 'judgement'."

Adrian nodded solemnly. “Mabari are very judgmental. They’re smart like that.”

Varric chuckled again, raising an invisible tankard in a silent toast. “To the chaos that is your daily life, Captain.”

“Don’t encourage him,” Aveline snapped.

Adrian grinned. “Too late. He’s already complicit.”

Aveline exhaled through her nose like she was trying to banish them both from existence. “I expect you at the Keep in an hour. Do not be late.”

She stalked past Adrian and slammed the door behind her.

There was a moment of silence.

Then—

“So…” Adrian sidled over to Varric, slowly, each step full of innocent menace. “Varric. My favorite dwarf. My oldest, truest, bestest friend…”

“No.”

“I didn’t even ask anything yet!”

Varric didn’t look up. “Still no.”

[skittikyu]

Stiltikyu? You good there, buddy?

Explanation for hypothetical abstraction under the cut!

When Stiltikyu first entered the circus, she practically skipped all stages of grief right to acceptance in a day. She was still freaked out of course, and it’s not like she likes the situation any more than the rest of them just because it became the new normal. They just..it never actually occurred to their brain that there was any other conclusion to reach. Heck, they’re half convinced they’re just dead and in some kind of purgatory now, so whether or not their body is rotting away at her computer, preserved in a comatose state, or just vanished leaving their conscience no place nor method to return, the result is the same as it would have been if they’d been isekai’d to hell by truck-san.

So are they immune to abstraction, then? Alas, just because their personal coping is different than the others doesn’t make their psyche any more resilient to stress in general, even if the source isn’t the idea of an exit just out of reach. Stiltikyu’s “what’s the point”/“nothing matters” moments are mostly interpersonal. She’s never been desperate to leave so it’s not something she can be disappointed by when she had no expectations in the first place. How can they lose the hope she never had?

What drives them to her near-breaking point is how isolated she feels despite being surrounded by other people in an identical situation. 

Maybe the situation made her desperate for connections, or maybe she was always the type to try and make then maintain social bonds. Could be both, the former exacerbating the latter. 

As an introvert she’s fine being on their own, so it’s not like she’s trying to be best friends with everyone, but they’ve got no choice but to be stuck here together so they might as well tolerate one another, right? 

So yeah, when they interact with the same group of usually-less-than-10 people every day, for years, possibly forever, she gets attached even to the ones they’re not particularly close to.

So losing them is already hard. And then feeling like the only one who cares makes it even worse. She tries to not resent anyone too badly for it, whether they’re repressing the grief for their own stability’s sake, are desensitized or mentally too far gone themselves to really process, or actually legitimately Do Not Care. 

(Besides, they’re technically not dead. Just in the cellar, indefinitely. Possibly permanently, so not much different than death, but the same could be said for their human lives regarding the circus, and you’ve already read her outlook on that.)

And oh boy do they have to try. 

The news that Kaufmo had abstracted was broken the same moment as the ceiling he came crashing down through right in front of them. Upsetting as that is already, wouldn’t it at least catch them off guard, draw out a reaction from it being so sudden and jarring?

And yet, Jax was dismissive, Kinger and Zooble didn’t even acknowledge it, and while Gangle had some of an expected reaction, that didn’t stop her from calmly taking the escalator up and away with everybody else.

Then when Caine had put him away, Kaufmo’s name was mentioned only in an incredulous comment from Zooble- mostly a jab directed at Kinger -before the conversation moved on like it was nothing. 

Just another day. 

Which yeah, here, it was. 

That’s the problem.

Maybe she’s the only one here whose ever been to therapy, but Stiltikyu genuinely believes they’d all be better off if they were more open with one another. They should be leaning on eachother for support, but the lack of vulnerability indicates an even deeper lack of trust.

(Well, maybe that’s unfair to Ragatha, who puts in the most effort compared to all of them, but she’s walking proof of the point about therapy, just in the opposite direction. Even Stiltikyu, with all her “hang ups” about compassion and connection, knows that being what you think others want or need never guarantees you’ll get what you want or need from them in return, only that they’ll eventually take it for granted (unintentionally or otherwise).)

They’re used to- expect, even -a lack of care from Caine. She understands he isn’t human and doesn’t think or feel like they do. What’s the other’s excuses? Even if they don’t have the energy to empathize, are too tired or scared or whatever to want to risk letting anything else happen that will just end up hurting them more, isn’t the fact they cling so much to their remaining humanity proof of its existence?

Either they no longer see that same humanity in those who hit rock bottom, or they’re pretending not to if it means putting off the same fate for themselves.

She’s not sure which would be the sadder way to be living.

Well, no. Surviving isn’t living.

That’s the heart of it then, huh? Everyone is too busy surviving to live.

And she can’t take it. (But she has to.)

Whose going to care, let alone miss them if they fall into thoughts they can’t come back from? They’ll just be another soul lost to the cycle with the only ghost of proof that they were ever there an X on a door memorializing them.

They don’t remember much of her life before coming here but they’re certain that at least their friends and family would miss them, even if they stopped (or never were) looking.

And maybe, in small moments, their “friends” here would think of them from time to time. Not enough to mourn or reminisce, though. The last their “name” would ever be said would probably be some semi-sarcastic remark about weakness, then they would go on like she’d never even been there to begin with.

Obviously she doesn’t wish devastation on others, especially in a case where it could become their own undoing, but the idea that she might have no impact/impression if- probably when -she slips up, is a terrifying source of motivation to keep going.

So, she survives right alongside the rest without ever really feeling like she’s “with” them.

(The disconnect is worse some days than others.)

(Let’s see how long she lasts.)

[drdtnsfw]

Would it be cool to request some Arturo masturbating to J?

~350 words JTuro.

Content warnings: implied child abuse, underage drinking, minor misogyny

He had gotten out before puberty really kicked in, and while he doesn’t fancy wasting his time on brainless hypotheticals, he sometimes impulsively imagines what it would have been like if he stayed. Would he have still squirreled away those magazines of Mariabella’s accolades under his bed like a horny teenage boy? Felicity would’ve surely found them. She spent so much time hiding away from their drunk human refuse of a father that there would be no way she wouldn’t have. And then she would laugh awkwardly and pretend that she hadn’t.

But that doesn’t matter anymore now, does it? Arturo’s memory is very good. He has all of Julia’s details memorized, so he doesn’t need something as childish as a dirty magazine. And now he’s alone, no longer surrounded by dirty sinks and bottles in hand. He can’t get wasted anymore to numb the pain, but he still has her.

He brushes his hand against his cock, grasping at the head. Arturo could call it stress relief, sure. But these are the only moments in which he feels alive, or at the very least not irritated. He begins to stroke his length up and down, hissing. The surgeon has been hard already, but he hasn’t touched himself since the game began. He’s sensitive, but like always, thinking about the beautiful Rosales family helps.

Truthfully, forgetting Julia is human helps a little. Because if he imagines her breast in hand instead of his dick, he can’t get angry, and it’s like vivisecting the human body all over again. And he could let out his rage so long as Julia was just a body, so he could never stay mad no matter how cold her words were. 

He keeps catching himself staring at her snug hips. Perhaps she’s noticed by now. His own hips have started bucking on their own, fucking into his fist. She would be angry. She would hate him.

But the truth is that it’s just like Felicity— dismembered in his memory and humanity is a very unimportant detail.

When he cums, he lets out a groan, Julia splitting apart like flesh under a knife.

thanks for the ask!

[midnightsun-if]

Let’s say hypothetically Cienna was complaining about how much work she had to do (I know she’d never complain, maybe she just mutters under her breath or something). The next day, she comes into the office and finds Secretary!MC finishing up the last bit of work for her. How would she react?

She’d both be grateful and absolutely horrified. Not because she doesn’t think you can’t do the job, but she has a very specific system that she employs and she likes to keep on top of everything— even if it means she’d inevitably get even more stressed because of it.

Now if you were anyone else, barring her family, you’d want nothing more than for the floor to swallow you up so you could disappear, but since you’re not— she’d just thank you and pretty much say that you have more than enough work to do already; there’s no need to add onto your plate and try to complete hers as well. You’d probably notice a little gift on your desk once you return from your lunch break (having no idea how Cienna had found the time to go out and get it for you/how you didn’t notice her doing so).

[uozlulu]

A few weeks ago my mom said something like it was a relief that my abusive fifth grade teacher didn't leave any lasting effects on me, and I wasn't sure how to process that one, because I do think that one year was extremely formative, but I think my mom was thinking more in terms of like psychological issues that are easily noticeable. And that's when I realized that I've always been a bit anxious and paranoid from time to time. And I cannot remember a time I had any semblance of self worth (probably a brain damage thing). And I've technically been depressed since the year before that, so...yeah technically my abusive teacher didn't originate my worst problems.

But I think that, and this would be difficult for my mom to pick up on because she kind of like has her own ideas of how and who her kids are as people, that having that teacher really affected my sense of what I deserve, what I want vs what I need, and my ability to go "Well, if I'm going to get in trouble no matter what I do...." or "Well, if someone has to be the villain, then I might as well..."

Because it's very difficult for me to feel like I deserve things, that I'm not being entitled when I ask for things. I also have this streak in me that's a bit intimidating to others really flourished in that environment though it was already there because people have been telling me I'm scary since I was eight or there abouts. Because when you're in an environment where you've got an adult who is throwing your assignments away and claiming you never did them, publicly humiliating you daily in front of your peers and other teachers, putting you in never-ending punishments for doing what you were told or doing what seemed like the right thing to do, then there just comes a point in which you might as well do what you want because you'll get in trouble even if it's the right thing to do. And, if you can use this to your advantage like a shield, you can protect your classmates from it by taking on that villain role your teacher has assigned you. Because I grew up the oldest child in my class and while I was socially and emotionally the youngest at times, I did take being physically oldest seriously and i fel t like I had to protect my classmates, even the abusive ones, from this teacher because it was so overwhelming and I didn't want others to go through it. Of course I could only do so much because I wasn't the only child she would target but I did try to fight it in my own ways, which is part of why it got so bad I think.

But like it didn't make me more anxious or more paranoid or more depressed or more suicidal. It just made me a bit more vigilant, a bit more of an older sister, and very stressed out. Honestly I'm surprised sometimes that it took two years for me to get to a point I had an ulcer and a seizure due to the stress I was under at school, but at that point things had gotten much much worse because the kids had taken what this teacher taught them and applied it in middle school and I think after three years of living that way, I had kind of had a little mini physical break down almost.

Anyway, since it's been almost 30 years since I was in fifth grad e (1996 - 1997), I have done a lot of healing and growing as a person so I can also see how that would give the illusion that there were no lasting long-term effects.

But I do think about it because I do think it's part of the reason I am single and never had my first kiss. It's not the biggest reason (the biggest being no one is interested) but I think it attributes to a lesser reason which is that I think at this point in my life I've gone so long without a date or anyone asking me out (21 years this year) that if someone did decide I was their person I'm not sure I would be able to trust it and that's not really fair to the hypothetical person if they are being genuine. But why should I trust it? If I've detached myself from the concept of deserving, if it's difficult for me to give into wants vs needs, if I truly am that bad person....idek. I can't see it happening.

Even when I was three or four, if I thought about what type of person I might end up with, I always drew a blank. When I was younger, I wrote it off as there's no way to know who that person might be since I like so many types of people, but now I wonder if it's just simply that there is no one in my future.I don't really want to antagonize people like I used to at school while trying to get through this whole mess.

Anyway, I just needed to empty my brain so I could sleep.

[bright-hope-spot-19]

This is such an interesting concept. I've always liked the concept of the hypothetical 'what if the Naruto genin teams were different', and I think these work really well.

I love Sasuke finally being put on a team away from Sakura (and low-key Naruto as well). Ino is a way better female character who actually takes her training more seriously and wouldn't be as obsessed with Sasuke as Sakura was cause Ino is a way better person. I actually think Sasuke would respect her and her skills. She could also develop her skills more and become stronger in this case. Kiba is an interesting choice. But seeing his friendship with Shino in canon, there's no doubt in my mind he'd also treat Sasuke like a true friend and perhaps, even be way more sympathetic of his circumstances. Like, Kiba wouldn't try and force his views and opinions on Sasuke and be understanding of him. I also agree that he could highly benefit from both him and Kakashi being 'dog oriented' shinobi. Maybe that would be enough to make Kashi pay attention to him.

Seeing Sakura on a team with Hinata and Chouji is interesting. It's true that being under Kurenai, she could develop those genjutsu skills she was said to have, but I also believe being on a team away from Sasuke and with Chouji whom she'd consider to be 'not attractive' (same way she thought of Lee) it could also help her change her views and be a less superficial person. Sakura would have to step up and be the team leader; after all: Chouji is a heavy hitter, but not very bright, and Hinata...... is Hinata. I'm actually convinced she'd benefit massively from not being on a team with the mcs. Like, Sakura as a side character would be way more enjoyable. Hinata could perhaps also benefit from Sakura's confidence in this au where Sakura is a way better person.

Now, my favorite is definitely Naruto with Shikamaru and Shino. It's actually canon that him and Maru were childhood friends. It's not just anime filler. That already makes Maru one of the best suited people to working with Naruto. Shino would also benefit from being on the same team as them, getting more attention. He's like a balance of a good strategist like Shikamaru who can also be a hard hitter. Ofc, Nart would be the team nuke, and with both Maru and Shino being smarter than him, I can't help but imagine them coming up with a strategy together, while Naruto is staring at them like: 'th are you two talking about.' In general, I also just think the Ino-Shika-Cho kids would benefit from a chance to develop and explore their skills away from their families' usual formation.

I really like these new teams. Sasuke being with Kiba and Ino, who are like Naruto and Sakura, but way less annoying. Sakura being given a chance to grow in an environment that's way more accepting of her basic skills, away from the stress and drama of team 7 and also a chance to see how she'd turn out without Tsunade's intervention. Naruto on a team with one of his childhood friends and Shino, two guys who I believe could actually keep him in check. I think they all benefit from this, in the grand scheme of things.

Reorganizing the Konoha teams

I know this is an old discussion that doesn't matter anymore, but I got back into Naruto and watched a video rearranging the teams, and it was weirdly bias for Sasusaku and added team 3/team Guy which was weird. So I decided to try my hand at it for fun:

So here are our teams

Okay to start with, we have to acknowledge the purpose of why they're together.

Team 7 is together because they're meant to help Naruto become a better ninja. Kakashi was Minato's student so there's the whole vow of protecting your master's son thing going on. Sasuke is there because he was the second top student in the academy (Ino being the first) and Kakashi has the sharingan, and Sakura was placed there because of her intelligence and chakra control. On paper, the combination made sense, but when you look at their grades on cooperation...

Putting two of the least cooperative people together with Kakashi as a sensei in a 4 man team was not a great move. I'm guessing they were hoping that Sakura could pull the team together, but did not take into account of her crush on Sasuke which set this team up for failure. Also, Kakashi's teaching method to solely use real life missions and his tardiness was not effective. These kids needed a more hands-on strict approach. Team practices back-to-back as if they're trying for the Olympics.

Team 8 is together because they're meant to be the manhunt team. They all have abilities to track people and take them down. With a sensei who doesn't play favorites, they're very effective as a group and as individuals unlike team 7.

Team 10 are together because of the Ino-shika-cho tradition which are absolutely perfect balance for reconnaissance missions.

If we had to choose which team is the best between Team 8 and Team 10, it naturally has to go to Team 10.

With 15 generations of team work perfected with the help of the Sarutobi clan who carries the Will of Fire, they have every angle of their team work covered. Yes, Team 8, is an effective team, but their skills are too similar that they don't blend well together on the battlefield and work better as individuals.

So taking that into consideration, we're going to have to permanently split the ino-shika-cho trio.

Because in all honesty, you can take out Choji and replace him with anyone else except maybe Shino. I'm sorry! I know Choji is a good boy, but as unique as his attacks are, he's just the muscle. And in all honesty, Naruto being in Team 10 would've helped him a 100 times more than team 7 because Shikamaru is a genius and actually likes Naruto, so he can help Naruto utilize his shadow clones better, and Ino actually cares about cooperation and her abilities that leave her vulnerable will give Naruto a sense of responsibility.

But we want Team 10's skills to be shared with everyone, so they cannot be together. In order for that to make sense, I guess imagine that they have older siblings who is already upholding the tradition as the 16th generation.

Moving forward, naturally one student on each team cannot leave their appointed sensei because they're compatible:

Team 7: Sasuke has to remain with Kakashi because of the sharingan, the lightning jutsu and their similar personalities. Yes, Kurenai uses genjutsu, but it's not a genjutsu at Itachi's level, and can't provide much more than that on the matter of skills. She may be able to provide a more motherly support, but taking Sasuke's background into consideration, I think a male role model similar to Itachi is more effective.

Team 8: Hinata has to stay with Kurenai because I can't imagine the other two giving Hinata the much needed attention and confidence she needs, especially from one female to another.

Team 10: Shikamaru obviously needs to stay with Asuma because they have that special bond as if Asuma is a second father to him.

Now we move on to the student who actually needs this sensei to help enhance their skills:

Team 7: Kiba would do better under Kakashi because the man uses dogs who he personally raised as his main summoning animal. Kakashi could've had Pakkun or his other dogs help train Akamaru with Kiba as his partner.

Team 8: Sakura is supposed be talented with genjutsu so naturally she should've gone with Kurenai in the first place in order to tap into that talent. I also think Sakura would've also seen a role model in Kurenai as a kunoichi.

Team 10: Naruto naturally has to be teammates with Shikamaru, but also because Naruto has a natural affinity for wind chakra, Asuma would've been perfect in training Naruto to wield it just as Kakashi taught Sasuke to use light chakra. It also helps that Asuma is the son of the hokage, so he can help Naruto on that as well.

And so we move on to the last three students:

Who I honestly struggled to place since again, Choji is a close-combat person which the other teams already have covered. So I had to consider where he would be the most useful.

I wanted to make an all-girl group with a flower-theme going on:

Hinata being the Sunflower, Sakura the cherry blossom and Ino the florist and they have a teacher who uses floral genjutsu. It was perfect! But then I thought about how they would actually perform starting out, and while Hinata does know some taijutsu, she's not very proficient at it, and the girls can't really help her in that department early on in this teamwork.

So here we go:

Team 7: I placed Ino under Kakashi more for Kakashi's sake than Ino's because the man would be inspired to actually train them as a team in order to take Ino's skills into consideration. Ino is a Sasuke fangirl like Sakura, but Ino is the heiress of the Yamanaka clan so she has more important responsibilities, and has applied herself in the academy to become its top student and likes to take the lead. She won't let her feelings for Sasuke get in the way of making everyone work together.

Team 8: I placed Choji in this team to provide some muscle, and be the training partner she needs to put more oomf in her strikes.

Team 10: I placed Shino in this team in order to do Sasuke's job and that was to cover Naruto's weaknesses and act as the tactician to Shikamaru's strategies. The poor boy also needs the spotlight, and the gags would be funny.

With all these teams covered, how would they work:

Team 7 (The Cool Group): The show makes it seem like Kiba is a copy of Naruto, but honestly, he's a lot more chilled (granted he's not a hated orphaned boy with a demonic animal inside), so with Sasuke, I can only see them having a friendly rivalry if not at all. If anything, even on different teams, Naruto would still declare himself as Sasuke's rival, and the chunin exams would alight that intensity. But even before that, it's not like they won't see each other and fight on sight so the bond is still there. Other than that, Kakashi would train them each separately (not just Sasuke) and together to help Ino use her jutsu which will instill that necessary teamwork. And with Ino's assertive attitude and Akamaru being everyone's support animal, they would have them eat meals together, and won't let Sasuke or Kakashi get out of it if they didn't have something urgent going on. Is it wrong to say this is the more functional version of team 7? Of course, shit hits the fan when Orochimaru attacks, and I'll leave how that turns out for others to imagine. Comment cuz that'd be interesting.

Team 8 (The Gentle Group): I believe Kurenai would've trained Sakura in not only genjutsu but on how to be the team leader in order to fully use her intelligence. She would have Sakura on mock survival trainings in the forest in order to not crumble under pressure, and use her team effectively. Kurenai would have Choji and Hinata train together to strengthen their taijutsu and their confidence.

Team 10 (The Weirdo Group): I believe Asuma, Shikamaru and Shino would collab together to help Naruto become a respectable ninja. Asuma would help Naruto learn taijutsu before introducing him to wind chakra. Shino would help teach Naruto what should've been drilled into him in the academy and under Asuma's observation, help Naruto on his tactics which Naruto is pretty good at since he's a clever prankster, but Shino helps him refine it. Naruto respects Shino for that, but is incredibly weirded out by his attempts to become friends and doesn't know how to break Asuma to do as he wants since the sexy jutsu doesn't work on a womanizer like him. As for Shikamaru, he's more involved in Naruto's training when actual missions are involved since he actually has to use his brain for them.

I could say more, but that's all I should say.

[arolesbianism]

I’ve been too tired to draw much today but then I got some midnight motivation so here’s some concept doodles for hypothetical stalien Jackie and Olivia (with some creative liberties taken)(also rambles under the cut)

Now as I’ve already mentioned the closest to their canon jobs I can give them is in the conveyor facilities, but in particular they’d likely be working at the one that’s mostly supplied by the rejects hatched at the nursing facilities owned by a different corporation that works closely with the one that runs the conveyor facilities, as that is where we find a lot more “research” as opposed to product production and engineering. Given that this would likely leave Olivia in the surgeons branch and Jackie in the data filter branch, this means that the two would have likely been trained together since they were lil kids, and likely would have been from the same hatching period. Also they might honestly be in a similar age group to Wonderful, although I’d probably more so place them as a couple years younger, meaning they’d likely not have interacted with her much until she became their new boss.

As for my notes, staliens are quite large so I of course had to scale up their heights in my mind to fit, with Olivia being very much short by stalien standards, basically just edging the point of concerningly short (basically anything under 6 foot), and Jackie being notably tall without being like stupid tall (9 foot or taller), giving them a pretty large height gap lol. The two also just have general body types that would likely give them an almost sickly look to most ppl, albeit not strongly enough that it’d draw concern. In Olivia’s case, her constantly active energy would both add to and take away from the sickly vibes due to how stalien bodies tend to react to being malnourished, with small size and overly active energy both being potential effects from two very different types of starvation reactions. In Olivia’s case, she’s just short and stressed. Stress tends to cause blood to pool at the face as a preparation for energy usage in survival scenarios, and when no energy is actually used the blood tends to just sorta leak out of energy glands. This isn’t too big of an issue for single instances of stress, but with constant stress it can become an issue if one’s body doesn’t get the hint. Due to this, Olivia keeps her energy active more often than not, both because of risk of excessive blood loss, and because she ideally doesn’t want to be bleeding all over her work.

Jackie’s energy is a pale variant, which basically means that her body has less energy in it than a typical stalien. This doesn’t effect her too much, but it does mean that she can’t rly utilize her energy in any significant manner, albeit even if she had the option I doubt she’d utilize it much due to how much risk there is for a reward that ultimately wouldn’t benefit her much on its own. She also has four antennae, which does actually affect her a bit more due to the typical stimulation issues that come with them. Thankfully Jackie isn’t the one of the two that has to work in busy stimulation packed parts of the facility most of the time, and she largely would spend her time in a more office like space, occasionally popping into the manufacturing branch to request supplies and make test build requests. Most interactions with Olivia and other surgeons would be within her own chambers, so she’s rarely having to even see the worst of things.

And lastly some light elaboration on the pronouns, blah blah blah stalien pronouns aren’t gendered since staliens don’t have gender and are instead based on a mix of status and relationships, meaning that while most have a primary pronoun, pronouns are highly situational and different staliens use different pronouns depending on who they’re talking to. Jackie and Olivia would likely use less formal pronouns when talking to eachother for example. Basically just imagine it as two scales of “formal to informal” and “negative to positive”, but with a bit more social nuance for how they’re actually used + some of them also double as like actual words so things get kinda muddy a lot of the time. Anyways, both of them most commonly use very formal pronouns as they basically live at their jobs and are interacting mostly with coworkers and higher ups. Olivia uses a slightly negative leaning one mostly to come across as more polite, while Jackie uses a very neutral formal pronoun to come across as more strictly professional, basically giving off more of a “we are here for business only” sort of vibe. They probably do or at least used to use more causal pronouns for each other in private tho, likely either going very casual positive or neutral very positive, with the former being what you’d use for very close friends, and the latter being for someone you consider a pure equal, which is funnily enough most often seen as incredibly rude to use if you aren’t extremely close to the person. Either way, I imagine in more professional settings Jackie tends to refer to herself with more formal positive terms and to Olivia with formal neutral terms, and Olivia refers to them both as mostly formal but not super duper formal neutral terms. Oh they’d also 100% have different names but yknow that’s a given with stalien language

[thegirlwhowrites642]

Do you think Harry is handsome?

Let's answer this question properly so people can finally stop talking about this.

Technically, there's a quote from Rowling that says that James, while not as handsome as Sirius, is good-looking. Harry looks like James, so that should solve it.

This is not really about remembering what's written in the books (something JKR clearly doesn't know how to do) so we could even take that statement and be done with it.

But fuck JKR.

Let's start with James.

It's said that Sirius and James could have been mistaken for brothers. Obviously, while this is a reference to how close they were, it must also mean they looked kind of alike. After all, they were two tall white English posh boys with black hair. But Sirius is supposed to be incredibly handsome so I highly doubt you could mistake someone that is not conventionally good-looking for his brother.

You could add that the kind of arrogance James displays is very difficult to have if you are not somewhat good-looking. James is also very popular, and as good as the guy can be at Quidditch, he is a massive nerd, so to achieve the super-popular status he must have been good-looking.

When Lily shouts at him about messing up his hair, her accusation is that he is doing it to look cooler, never heard of someone that looks cooler by being less good-looking. His hypothetically looking like an idiot for doing it doesn't seem to align with his being popular and also, the guy has friends, and one of those friends is Sirius, if it made him look like an idiot he would know.

This could already settle the issue, but let's talk about Harry.

Harry starts the story as this short underfed thing but he changes during the story.

Between fourth and fifth year, he has his first growth spurt. He seems to have another between fifth and sixth year.

In the fifth book, Pansy substantially calls Harry ugly while he is on a date with Cho. Now, I'm sure she was exaggerating but he mustn't have looked like a model for her to be able to say that. What is also true is that Harry has gone through a growth spurt while being starved and hyper-stressed and with what? Four hours of sleep each night? He mustn't have looked at his best.

In fourth year, Cho, who is a year older, barely knows him (which means personality is not a factor), and is dating Cedric, a supposedly handsome guy, seems to kind of like him. She doesn't find him ugly for sure. Harry here is still pretty short so I imagine he must have a quite decent facial structure. To be fair, considering Cho's behaviour with the whole date/post-article mess, one could argue that maybe she just had a bit of a popularity fetish. This is up to everyone's personal interpretation I suppose.

At the start of sixth year, Hermione tells Harry that one of the reasons why girls like him is that he got taller, but it's just a way to say they find him good-looking. He wasn't short the year before, and sure now there's the difference that they don't think he is completely nuts, but the implication is very clear. If you think about it, it's pretty reasonable, this is probably the first time in Harry's life he looks healthy, surely the first time since he got tall. He spent nearly all summer at the Burrow being properly fed, playing Quidditch under the sun, and falling in love which is always good for the skin (I'm completely serious, it's a hormones thing).

After the war, Harry becomes an Auror, so he definitely is very much in shape. And we have already established he has a good facial structure, he's tall, and his messy hair is recognised as attractive. And, I mean, the combination of black hair and green eyes must not be horrible.

At last, let's talk about something I'm sure no one cares about besides me. Harry and Ginny's stories are built in parallel because they are meant to be equals. They are both popular, they are both charismatic, and they are both famous. Ginny is meant to be this undisputably beautiful girl, so undeniably beautiful that not even the people who hate her can deny it. If Harry isn't, not necessarily as good-looking but still conventionally good-looking, the structure gets ruined.

So, yeah, Harry is handsome. Not Sirius handsome, but handsome.

[If someone writes me that attractiveness is subjective I swear to God, I'm blocking them. We are talking about conventional beauty here. And, yes, knowing if a character is or is not conventionally good-looking is pretty important to be able to write them correctly]

[widowbitessting]

Hypothetically, if R were incredibly sleep-deprived and was found out to have not yet slept despite the time being 8am, what would the trio say/do?

Hypothetically. Definitely not projecting, nope. No idea what you mean. I sleep just fine. 🙃

Ask and you shall receive! You best get to sleep anny!❤️

Gonna tie this in with a few asks I got too! Thank you so much for your asks! Sorry it’s taken me so long to get to them, hope this is okay for you all

skittles-1312 asked:

Hi, love the Sugar Mummies series so much. I was wondering if you would ever do a fic for it where the reader has assignments due for college and isn't taking care of herself so wanda, nat and carol step in? if not its no worries :)

daughter-of-avalance

submitted:May 13

I feel like reader would totally forget to eat/sleep if they got busy with uni work and that just wouldn't fly with the mommies/ or they would be over tired and be disrespectful by accident and be like oh shit afterward 😂 (again, I might write something different for this prompt, so I’ll keep it open!) xox

piperlikesallthings

submitted:May 23

Hey! This prompt submission is slightly self centered haha! I was wondering if you could do something based on the reader having a hard time studying for an exam, and how SM would help? Thank you so much, and I do have to say I absolutely love this, you’re a wonderful writer! (For this one I won’t check it off as I might write something else for you!) xox

All of my work is 18+

Now this has been in my drafts for another piece of work over on AO3: Give Them a Kiss to Dream Of but I don’t think I’ll post it on there for a while so enjoy!💋

❤️💋❤️💋

The second Wanda wakes up, she knows you’re not next to her. Gone is the constant little bundle of warmth that had been nestled into the side of her for the better part of an hour, replaced now only with a cold space that tells Wanda you have been gone for quite some time.

Crafty little menace, Wanda thinks, using my own plan against me.

With a groan and a stretch, the red head rubs her tired eyes; knuckles catching the crusty specks of sleep that had congregated in the corners and rolls her aching shoulder until it cracks. She can hear you typing away frantically at your keyboard: can visualise you sitting back at the breakfast bar, with a fresh mug of your favourite coffee steaming next you, and your h/c hair up in that messy bun you tend to shove it in when you’re stressing about things or rushing around. Personally, it’s one of Wanda’s favourite’s looks on you. She can’t help but picture it to be the hairstyle you would opt for whilst on your knees before herself and Natasha and Carol; mouth open like the good girl you are; or perhaps it would be the hairstyle for your punishment for not listening to Wanda. And, oh, how Wanda would enjoy watching the loose bun in your hair jerk alongside the rest of your body with every perfectly aimed smack on your ass…Wanda would love to greedily reach down to seize it with a fist - force you to keep your head up and accept the spanking from Natasha while Carol just watches from her chair…

Stop! Wanda drags herself from her thoughts, with a lot of reluctance, you can do that later.

“I’m gonna need backup.”

You don’t even look up from your computer when Wanda leaves the room. You barely even acknowledge her presence when she comes back in five minutes later, a very irritable Natasha behind her. It isn’t until the door slams - the sound of it echoing loudly around the room - does your head snap up; eyes already widening with fear as your eyes make contact with Natasha. Behind her, stands Carol, who looks equally as pissed as her other half. Under different circumstances, like maybe when your life isn’t in immediate danger, you might even have made a comment about Natasha’s fantastic bedhead and Carol’s silky pink eye mask that hangs around her neck. But you don’t. 

You offer both women a small smile, ignoring Wanda who just looks so smug. Natasha eyes narrow and she moves straight for you and you launch yourself off your chair, hands outstretched in front of you.

“No! No, Nat - Nat please!” You’re practically scrambling around the kitchen in a weak attempt to escape the furious redhead. “Come on, please! I gotta work!”

You flail as she makes a grab for you and somehow keep out of her grasp. Carol walks around the other side in an effort to corner you. 

“Y/N.”

“Sleep can wait, Nat, c’mon!” You frantically look at the blonde, “Carol, please!” 

“Y/N, I swear to God; come here!” Natasha pounces. 

You’ve almost made it in a full circle back to your laptop - and you have every intention of grabbing it and running straight for your room - but of course, Wanda is there with your laptop cradled against her chest. You stop just before you collide right into her.

“Traitor.”

She winks at you. “I know.”

You let out a defeated sigh and accept your fate when Carol gets to you. Effortlessly she scoops you over her shoulder, and, without a single word, she carries you from the room.

“Y’know; if I fail this essay I will actually blame the three of you.”

Wanda and Natasha walk behind you both, hand in hand.

“If you fail, you get another attempt to do it and more time, no?” Wanda asks.

“...I guess…”

“Then blame us all you want.” Natasha replies.

“And how can you possibly be writing anything decent when you’re running off no sleep and caffeine?” Carol asks.

You shrug. “It’s a student thing I guess.”

Carol walks you up the stairs as Natasha says, “Well this student needs rest.”

“No I don’t.” You mumble, earning a swift smack to your upper thigh from Carol. You let out a little gasp. “Hey!”

The doors your shared bedroom open and before you know it, you’re being hand delivered to the bed.

The blonde dumps you down, where you bounce a few times on the mattress.

“Get in bed, Y/N.”

You go to argue but the sheer look alone that you’re getting from Natasha is enough for the words to shrivel up on your tongue. You purse your lips and follow the order. The second your head hits the plush pillow, you instantly feel your eyes getting heavy.

“Sleep, Y/N. I mean it. If I dare get woken up again and find out you’ve left to get your laptop - that I am going to personally hide myself - I will throw it out of a window. While I make you watch.” Natasha raises a finger when you go to argue. “Don’t think that I won’t.”

You know she isn’t lying. Clint, Natasha’s best friend, still hasn’t forgiven her for his arrows.

“Actually - if I find out that you’re doing anything but sleeping from now until...let’s say...1pm...then I can personally assure you that your laptop won’t survive. Got it?”

Fuck.

“Yes, ma’am. Got it.” 

“Five hours. That’s all we’re asking, detka.” Wanda adds softly. “Once you’ve slept, you can get back to your work.”

“Maybe.”

“But for now, go to sleep. Recharge that tired little brain.” Carol leans down to kiss your forehead. 

Natasha is quick to do the same. “Now sleep.”

“Aren’t you coming back to bed?” You can’t help but ask in a small voice. 

The three women, who all stand around you, all share a glance. 

“It’s 8am baby girl. If you wanted to sleep with us, you should have come to bed when it was actually bed time.” 

You can’t help the pout that forms. Wanda quickly kisses it away. 

“How about I stay? Until you fall asleep, at least.” 

“Okay!” 

“Wanda, I swear to God, you better not distract her.” Natasha says. 

“Cross my eyes and hope to die.” 

“Heart.” Carol corrects. 

“Heart what?” 

Natasha lets out a small laugh. 

“Nothing, bunny.” She pulls Wanda down for a kiss before pushing her towards the bed. “Just sleep, yes. Nothing else.” 

“We will find out.” Carol adds on. 

“Yeah, yeah.” Wanda says as she clambers over you. The second her warm body is under the duvet alongside you, you nestle into her and relish in her body warmth. 

You’re already drifting off. 

“We’ll come and check on you two in a while.” 

“Okay.” Wanda whispers, her fingers finding their home in your hair where she begins to scratch at your temple. 

By the time Natasha and Carol shut the bedroom door behind them, you’re already fast asleep encased in Wanda’s arms; and you dream of nothing but them. 

❤️💋❤️💋